Cumming in his clothes

a masturbator wrote:

Not quite a fetish here, but a j/o tale with a clothing element.

I’m old enough to have seen XXX-rated movies in a theater, and the majority that I saw occurred while I was in college, in a small college town. The more popular venue was very small, under 100 seats, and was always crowded with students, male and female. I never saw any of the proverbial raincoat crowd there, or any kind of activity despite the mixed sexes. Instead, I’d sit there and watch with a hard-on in my jeans and wait until I got back to my apartment to relieve myself.

Here’s a sidebar for you, for those who complain that porn has become too pervasive in society. Various school organizations would run regular 16mm movies on weekends in the dorms. One time though, I saw “Behind The Green Door” under similar circumstances, but (because of the anticipated crowd?) it was shown in a university lecture hall, the stereotypical 300 to 400 seats, with rising stairs. Like the little theater, this place was packed with men and women. Can you imagine having a porn movie shown on campus property today???

Anyway, the other theater in town to show XXX movies was one of those big, old-style theaters. It was never that crowded and this attracted the older raincoat crowd where everyone sat a certain distance from the other. One time, I saw a guy at the end of my long row fumbling in his lap. Another time, a guy behind me must have been doing something with his cock. His leg was up against my seat, and I could feel the rhythm of his motions. I never turned around to see exactly what he was doing, but I could make a good guess. As for myself, I never felt brave enough to start whacking away, but I found that I could discreetly rub my cock through the front of my jeans. My cock was pointing up, so I was rubbing the sensitive underside of the shaft. One time though, probably not the first time, I rubbed a little too much, probably while watching a good blowjob or a good cum shot. And I crossed the point of no return. I started to cum, filling my white briefs with shot after shot of fresh semen. It felt good, but it certainly made for a mess! My softened cock was now resting in a pool of cum. I probably left soon after my eruption and cleaned up once I got back home.

Though it was a messy endeavor, I did enjoy the sensation, especially while watching the hardcore images on the screen. So I did it again, a few more times. Overall, the movies in this theater were not as good so I was less inclined to go there, even with the bonus activity. So I’d discreetly rub myself throughout the double feature, edging so to speak, and finally get to a point where I’d purposely rub just a little bit too much, and then BAM! I was shooting a hot load into my shorts! I was still rubbing my hard cock as I ejaculated, though I recall doing it “hands free” one time. What a strange sensation that was to have my cock spasming in orgasm with no friction of any kind.

Eventually, I decided to alleviate the mess a bit, and I started stuffing some paper towels in my briefs, lol. That way the cum would shoot into the towels and not my clothes.

When I graduated and returned home, I had minimal experience at a XXX theater, though a drive-in showing porn allowed for some full blown jacking off.

Then as time went on, when I bought my first VCR in 1985, watching porn at home was a whole new story. To say nothing of getting a computer and the Internet in 1999. Fap Fap Fap!!! Some big-time meat beatin’, which continues to this day.