This winter I spent a good amount of time visiting my local adult bookstores. I love the sleaziness of walking in, paying cash and being allowed into a world that such a small percentage of the population could ever see or imagine: Men (and sometimes women) watching porn together – strangers who expose and sometimes connect in a room that smells like 100,000 orgasms that have most probably been shot onto the chairs, walls and other people.
This day I decided I was going to be aggressive in asking men if they would like a “hand”. I usually carry in two bottles of lube and a fresh bottle of poppers in case a guy wants to use them.
I spent about four hours in the theater altogether and moved from spot to spot in the theater. Sometimes next to a gentleman I thought would be interested, sometimes to the rear so I could get a view of who was masturbating or who seemed like they wanted to be alone.
Soon a young black guy sat in my row. Handsome guy, probably 20 or so, flat brim hat, chains, jacket and baggy jeans. After about 10 minutes of trying to make eye contact he started to rub his cock through his pants and gave me some hope. I was rewarded when he unzipped and hauled out a very nice 7 inch uncut cock. He looked over at me and I made a “jack off” gesture with my hand and looked at his cock. He continued watching the movie so I figured I was turned down. To my joy he actually got up and sat next to me. I immediately held his super-stiff cock in my hand and started to stroke him, pulling his foreskin up and over the head and then back downward. We had this very intense moment where he looked me in the eye and I looked at him and we didn’t break eye contact and I pulled closer as if we were going to kiss. He grunted and started to cum, oozing a thick, white load while he bucked his hips. His sperm smelled so strongly I could smell it from where I was sitting – musky and strong. “Damn man” is all he said. I said “Anytime” and wiped my hand on my shirt while he cleaned his own cock up with his t-shirt.
He zipped up and stood up and walked out. I was on cloud nine and sniffed my hand. Smelled strongly of dick and fresh semen. Hard in my own pants, I moved to the back row and joined two older men who were completely clothed and watching the movie intently. A few more men entered for the “lunch rush” with a big-belly older Arab or Latino man standing at the doorway and me in a seat where I could see his crotch at eye level. He was clearly playing with his erection in his pants and I looked up at him and he looked down at me and smiled. I nodded at his crotch and he reached down and expertly unzipped and removed a THICK six inch boner that smelled freshly washed. I motioned him over and he opened up his suit jacket so I could have better access to his beercan-thick cock. I put some lube on my hand and stroked him gently at first and then closed my hand around his stranger cock like a pussy.
“Yeah”, the older guy next to me said softly and I was encouraged to kiss my new Arab friend’s cock head. In no time, he started to shake. I knew it was time and tightened my fist knowing he was ready. He began to fuck my hand-pussy with vigor and with a loud grunt he started to shoot cum onto my hand, shoulder, chest, beard and the tiled floor. This man who I had never met and never would again was giving me his most precious semen. I finished stroking the last drop and he exhaled loudly and stuffed his sausage back in his pants. He smiled and nodded and left never to be seen again.
I guess my friends in my row had gotten excited because they were both now masturbating openly. I sat between them and had two handfuls of penis, both of them soft as could be but it was wonderfully brotherly to have these two men allow me to gently manipulate their small, soft buttons.
— I’ll finish this story later but it’s nice to share these adventures with you folks
Source: Adult bookstore hand whore! – Onania Masturbator Forum