I Went Back to the Gay Cinema and Couldn’t Stop

I went back a week later, and during all those days I couldn’t think about anything else. Ever since that first time at that cruising cinema, when a stranger opened up my ass and left me with a mixture of shame, pain, and unbearable kink, something inside me had come loose. I’m a married man, with an orderly life as far as appearances go, but from that afternoon on I began looking at my own desire without lying to myself anymore.

On Wednesday I arrived toward the end of the afternoon. I waited until it got a little darker, as if the gloom would better conceal what I was going there to seek. The cinema was on a discreet, half-forgotten street, with an old sign and a ticket booth where nobody asked questions. I went in with a dry throat and my pulse racing.

Inside, it smelled of disinfectant, damp fabric, and cheap air freshener. The lobby seemed frozen in another era, with faded posters and carpeting that had known far too many soles. I crossed the heavy curtains at the entrance and was met by the darkness of the theater, broken only by the bluish flashes from the screen and the obscene sound of a porn film playing at full volume.

I stood still for a few seconds to let my eyes adjust. I could barely make out the rows, the aisles, and a few figures scattered around the theater, but right away I felt someone far too close. A hand groped one of my buttocks without asking permission, squeezing me brazenly through my pants.

I jerked away and removed his hand. I still hadn’t warmed up enough to let the first guy who came along paw me like that. Without saying anything, I went down the right aisle and sat in a seat near the edge, where I could see without feeling trapped.

From there, the screen was the least important thing. What really happened took place among the seats, in the gaps, beside the columns, in the dark corners where men approached one another, touched one another, and used one another with a naturalness that still disconcerted and aroused me at the same time. I heard real panting mixed with the film’s moans, the rasp of zippers, hoarse whispers, and the occasional “keep going” muttered through clenched teeth.

To one side I made out a man standing, half hidden, while another sucked his cock, bent over in front of him. The head moved up and down rhythmically, and every time the screen’s light fell fully on them, I could see the wet shine of the cock sliding in and out of that mouth. Closer by, in a gap between the rows, another guy had someone bent over a seatback and was fucking him in the ass with quick, dry thrusts. Two voyeurs masturbated a few steps away, their cocks out and their breathing ragged.

I kept watching for too long. I felt myself getting hard inside my pants until it became uncomfortable. The man who was fucking groaned more deeply, stopped abruptly, and stayed pressed against the other, clearly coming inside him or all over him. Then they separated, straightened their clothes, and left the theater as if nothing had happened.

This was what I had come back for.

When the show ended, I stood up. I no longer wanted merely to watch. I walked carefully down the central aisle, pretending to look for a better seat, until the light from the screen revealed a man sitting a few rows farther down. His cock was out of his pants, and he was slowly stroking it, without any hurry, with the calm of someone who knew perfectly well why he had come there.

I stopped to look at him, and he raised his face. He must have been in his late thirties, fair-skinned, clean-shaven, his shirt open at the neck, with a relaxed, almost mocking expression. He gestured for me to come closer.

I didn’t hesitate. I stepped into the row and sat beside him.

—Hi —he said quietly—. Do you like what you see?

—Yes —I replied, feeling the heat rise into my face—. Very much.

He smiled and caressed his cock with two fingers, slowly, letting me look at it.

—Then touch it. It doesn’t bite.

I put my hand on it with more delicacy than I would have expected from myself. It was very hard, hot, and smooth with the moisture he had drawn out himself. As soon as I gripped it, mine grew so tense inside my pants that I had to undo my button to relieve the pressure.

He let me move it however I wanted. I began with a gentle up-and-down motion, feeling the head slide across my palm and the flesh grow even firmer. I moistened my fingers with saliva and continued masturbating him more confidently, squeezing just enough. The man rested one hand on my shoulder and stroked the back of my neck, encouraging me without saying much.

—That’s it —he whispered—. Very good. I can tell you like it.

I was already breathing harder. I took out my cock and left it free in the shadow of the seat, tense, hot, and throbbing on its own while I continued taking care of his. At first I didn’t touch myself. I wanted to concentrate on the new sensation of having a stranger in my hand, of bringing him pleasure with my fingers in a cinema full of men doing the same thing a few yards away.

Then I felt gentle pressure on the back of my neck. It wasn’t rough, but the message was clear. He wanted me to go down.

I leaned toward him slowly. Before going for his cock, I opened his shirt a little farther and licked one of his nipples over his hot skin. He reacted immediately, arching his chest and letting out a short moan. I ran my tongue over the other one, barely nibbling it, and his hand returned to my head, this time more decisively.

I lowered myself to his crotch. The smell was clean, masculine, and arousing in a very simple way. I ran my tongue over the tip, just to taste him, and felt him shudder. Then I closed my lips around the head and began sucking it slowly while continuing to jerk him off underneath.

His cock filled my mouth nicely. I pulled it out and took it in again, deeper, using my tongue on every upward stroke. I carried the saliva down to the base, tracing the shaft slowly, then lowered myself to lick his balls, one by one, wet and taut, while he spread his legs to give me better access. The film’s sound continued in the background, but at that distance all I could hear was his breathing and the faint wet smack of my mouth at work.

—Fuck... —he murmured—. You suck cock so well.

That made me even dirtier. I went back to the head and sped up a little, pulling the tip out and taking it back in, sucking harder, alternating my mouth with my hand so I wouldn’t lose the rhythm. As I did, I let my fingers slide beneath his balls, searching for the soft line between them and his ass. At first I touched him through his pants, massaging carefully.

He spread his legs wider.

That gesture encouraged me. I kept sucking him and squeezed his ass through the fabric, right where I sensed his hole. The combination threw him off balance. He began moving in the seat, thrusting his hips toward my mouth and panting without hiding it so much anymore. Then he gripped my head firmly.

—I’m going to come —he warned.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth just in time. He came in several thick spurts that fell onto the floor and the lower part of his shirt. He stayed trembling, his head thrown back and his mouth half open, while I kept hold of the base and watched his cock throb between spasms.

When he finished, he let out his breath as if he had truly been emptied. He took some tissues from his pocket, gave me one, and cleaned himself up without any fuss. I wiped the semen from my fingers, still with mine rock-hard, abandoned, and begging for attention.

—Thanks —he said with half a smile, straightening his clothes.

And he left me there, hot, hard, and deliciously frustrated.

I stayed seated for a few seconds, still catching my breath, when I saw a familiar figure standing in the aisle. It was the man who had broken in my ass the week before. I didn’t need much light to recognize his calm, assured posture, as if the theater were his natural territory.

I gestured to him. He saw me, smiled, and motioned for me to come over.

I tucked my cock away as best I could and walked to where he was. As soon as I arrived, he greeted me with a quick kiss on the mouth and a pat on the back.

—So you came back —he said, laughing under his breath—. And I can already see you’ve been keeping busy. You loosened up fast.

—You were right —I confessed—. I was dying to do it again.

He led me to the first row, along the side, where the darkness was thicker and people passing by would be less of a nuisance. From there, barely any reflection from the screen reached us. He leaned against the back of a seat and looked at me brazenly.

—I saw you sucking the other guy off —he said—. I didn’t know you’d learn so quickly.

—It was the first time I’d sucked a man’s cock —I admitted, still with the excitement on the surface—. And I liked it way too much.

—It shows.

I lowered my hand to his package out of sheer instinct, searching for his cock through his pants. It was soft. He stopped my wrist with a tired smile.

—Not tonight. They already emptied me out earlier, and I need a breather. But I’m going to leave you a gift.

—What gift?

—Wait here and don’t move.

He disappeared between the rows, and I stayed there, my breathing heavy with anticipation. I stared at the screen without seeing anything, heard some moans farther back, and felt again that mixture of embarrassment and hunger that had brought me to that place. Only a few minutes passed before I saw him return with someone.

Beside him came a trans woman with an immaculate appearance, clearly an adult, self-assured, her hair perfectly styled, her makeup understated, and a tight blouse outlining a generous chest. She walked calmly, as if she knew exactly what effect she had. My acquaintance introduced us naturally, and she sat beside me, pressing her thigh against mine.

—Relax —she whispered in my ear—. We’re going to make sure you enjoy yourself.

Her hand went straight to my crotch and squeezed my cock through my pants with practiced ease. I let out my breath sharply. On the other side, my acquaintance smiled like someone watching an experiment he knew would turn out well.

—Look at those tits —he said—. Don’t be shy. Touch them.

I obeyed without thinking. She helped me move the fabric aside just enough for me to put my mouth on them. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were large, firm, and heavy in my hand, and her nipples hardened as soon as I began licking them. I sucked them eagerly, alternating between one and the other, while she stroked the bulge that was already rock-hard.

—That’s it, darling —she whispered—. Keep going.

She opened my pants and pulled out my cock with a skill that made me shudder. She caressed it from base to head, slowly pulling back the skin and spreading the moisture already leaking from me with her thumb. Then she brought that finger to her mouth and sucked it while looking me in the eyes.

—What a delicious cock you have.

She leaned between my legs and took me into her mouth all at once, without hesitation. The sensation shot through my entire body. She knew how to use her tongue, pressure, and rhythm with insultingly effective precision. She sucked me all the way to the base and came back up slowly, squeezing just at the head, while one hand kneaded my balls and the other held my hip to set the pace.

I gripped the seatback in front of me and threw my head back. I hadn’t felt so overwhelmed by pleasure in a long time. I watched my stomach rise and fall, my cock sliding in and out of that expert mouth, and I could hardly believe this was happening to me in the front row of a cinema, with porn playing in the background and strangers fucking a few yards away.

She wasn’t in any hurry. She licked underneath me, sucked my balls, returned to the shaft, and alternated deep swallows with short, fast sucks at the tip. Every time I tensed my legs, she slowed her pace only to bring me right back to the edge.

—Don’t come yet —she ordered, pulling away for a second to speak—. I want to feel you inside me.

Those words completely undid me. I looked at my companion, who continued watching with a calm smile, enjoying the show. She rummaged in her purse, took out a condom, and put it on me with quick hands without stopping her caresses.

Then she sat up, kissed me on the mouth, and I could taste on her tongue the mingled flavor of my own cock and her saliva. That kiss aroused me almost as much as the blowjob. She turned around in the seat, got onto her knees, and raised her hips to offer herself.

The position put her ass at exactly the right height. She hiked up her clothes enough for me to see her spread buttocks, her hole prepared and glistening, already relaxed, inviting me without pretense. She turned slightly to look at me over her shoulder.

—Fuck me hard —she said—. Don’t hold back.

She didn’t need to say it twice. I positioned myself behind her, held my sheathed cock, and pressed it against her entrance. I pushed. It went in easily, hot and tight at the same time, swallowing the tip first and then the rest as I advanced. She let out a long, hoarse moan, the kind that comes from deep in the belly.

—Yes... like that. All of it.

Once I had her all the way inside, I stayed still for a second just to feel her. Her ass gripped my cock with delicious pressure, wet and firm, and every little contraction sent electricity from the base to the nape of my neck. Then I began to move.

At first I kept the rhythm short, testing, pulling half my cock out and driving it in again, listening to her reactions. She pushed her hips backward, asking for more. I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and began fucking her in earnest, harder, with a sharp impact that made the seat creak.

The moans from the film mingled with hers. Every time I drove my cock all the way in, she opened her mouth and let out a filthy gasp that made me even hotter. I wasn’t thinking about anything anymore. Only about the ass opening for me, the feeling of my pelvis striking her flesh, the brutal kink of fucking her there in front of anyone who happened to look toward the first row.

—Fuck, you take me so well —I told her through my teeth.

—Don’t stop —she answered—. Give me more. Harder.

I obeyed. I pulled almost all the way out and drove it back into her in one long thrust, making her arch her back. I repeated the movement again and again, finding a fast rhythm that left us both panting. She held on to the seatback in front of her and moved her ass toward me, taking me hungrily, while I held her by the hips and thrust into her without delicacy.

I could tell she was coming, or at least close, from the way her body began to tremble. She begged for more in a broken, almost desperate voice, and I kept giving it to her, completely possessed by arousal now. The latex rubbing inside her, her ass swallowing and expelling me, the heat of the theater, the fear that someone might pass too close... it all came together and propelled me toward the end.

—I’m going to come —I warned, although my body had already decided.

—Come inside me, darling. Come while you fuck me.

I gave her three, four more deep, clumsy thrusts, and came with a jolt that left me breathless. The orgasm hit me hard, emptying me inside the condom while I remained buried in her ass, squeezing her buttocks so tightly I nearly left marks. She moaned with me, pushing back to feel every last spasm.

I stayed motionless for a few seconds, sweating and panting, my forehead resting between her shoulder blades. When I could move again, I pulled out slowly. My legs were shaking.

She composed herself with enviable calm, straightened her clothes, and gave me a slow, wet kiss with a satisfied smile. I let myself fall into the neighboring seat, completely drained, still watching points of light float before my eyes.

—This time it was a gift —she told me—. But I usually come here. You know where to find me.

—Thank you —I managed to answer, still not having fully recovered my voice.

She stood up and walked away between the rows with a confident stride, without looking back. My acquaintance followed her with his eyes for a few seconds, then looked at me, amused by my condition.

—I left you in good hands —he said.

I nodded, still breathing deeply.

—I didn’t know I was going to like all this so much.

He leaned toward me and spoke into my ear.

—That’s because you’re barely getting started. And your ass, believe me, still owes me another night.

I felt an instant shiver between my legs. I was afraid again, yes, but it was an exciting fear, the kind that doesn’t make you run away but makes you come back. I looked at him in the darkness, with the theater breathing sex all around us, and understood that I hadn’t merely taken one step: I had crossed a door that had been closed for far too long.

We stayed there a while longer, without doing much, watching other men touch themselves, suck one another, and fuck in the shadows. I was still exhausted, but inside I was burning in a new way. I had come back thinking about repeating one experience, and ended up discovering that my desire wasn’t satisfied with so little.

When I left the cinema, the street air hit me full in the face. I walked slowly, with the sensation clinging to my body, the taste still in my mouth, and my ass throbbing from sheer memory. I was filthy inside with thoughts and clean on the outside, like anyone returning home after an ordinary afternoon.

But it hadn’t been an ordinary afternoon.

And I knew, even before reaching the corner, that I would be back.