James and the Sex Theater

Background

This story is a part of a series of stories following James, a forty-something straight married man who has developed a love of cock sucking. Other stories are based on true events. The story is a continuation of the theme. He loves his wife, but he also loves anonymous cock sucking with men.

This story picks up where the last left off. James has invited his wife, Laura, into his lifestyle, but he also needs alone playtime. In this story, he visits a seedy sex cinema in search of a blowbang.

Contains straight, bi and gay sex scenes between men and women, and man-to-man oral sex.

All characters are over 18.

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Introduction

James lay in his bed on a slow Sunday morning. Laura usually rose early, leaving him time to think about sex and cocksucking and to lazily wank his leaking cock.

The time they spent together at the sex club in Amsterdam was a pivotal moment in their marriage that had opened a new door. Laura discovered the full extent of his oral bisexuality, becoming a facilitator in his needs. The blowbang she arranged for them, the stories he confessed and watching him suck multiple cocks in the gloryhole. She witnessed his skill and insatiability for the cum consumption of strangers.

Laura had also passed through to a new openness in her sexuality. She willingly sucked strangers as James' assistant, especially in group situations, ensuring hardness and cum readiness for her cumslut husband. This new openness seems to trigger her desires up a level. They read erotica together, sharing stories and writers and watch gloryhole, blow and gangbang porn. Their cum play had increased with blowjobs for James, cum kissing, snowballing and facials she adored.

James loved this new direction.

But he also wanted time to play alone.

A small and somewhat seedy sex movie theater in a small city, just a 60-minute drive away, would be his next adventure. The chat rooms and forums he sometimes visited intrigued him. An old regular movie theatre, now well past its former glory from its grandeur in the 1930s, hosted a series of small screens, private rooms and booths for small and larger sex scenarios. It also had a gloryhole, which James loved since his business trip to Phoenix five years ago. Next Sunday, he would visit while Laura took time out to visit relatives. He just hoped the trip would be as good as he had led himself to believe. He had visited this place once before, and other visitors had told him that "anything goes".

FRIDAY

James and Laura had a regular work week and a regular Friday night. The sex between them had turned up several clicks on the dial. She regularly initiated whatever filthy thought had been brewing. The tipping point seemed to coincide with their trip to Amsterdam last year. She remembered her husband satisfying a group of three men with messy blowjobs and cum swallowing for all. Her nipples and clit pulsed as she recalled acting as her husband's "fluffer", getting the cocks hard and ready for him to finish off. It was a recurring visual, and she remembered the heady smell of sex, sweat and semen permeating the basement club.

As she sat in the high school classroom at the head of Friday's last class, her pussy pulsed and let out a stream of moisture. She pressed her legs together, waiting for the term test to finish, unable to let the need to brush her nipples pass by, folding and unfolding her arms. She realised too that she was salivating at the thought of a slow Saturday morning in bed. It was cum she wanted to rain down on her tits and face, imagining her parted red lips and tongue taking a streak or two of her husband's orgasm.

The bell snapped her to attention, and before she knew it, she was taking a final call to the staff bathroom to insert her micro vibrator, pulling up her tight pencil skirt and positioning it inside her, a little rub of her wet clit before correcting her look and getting in the car to make the drive home. In the fifteen-minute homeward commute, she had three small orgasms, while still being able to keep a semblance of control of the car. She was certainly not driving with the due care and attention her driving instructor had impressed on her.

Pulling into their driveway, she noticed her husband's car was undisturbed since this morning. James had been working from home on Fridays. She announced her arrival after opening the door, her stiletto heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Entering James' home office, she slinked in, greeting him with a sly smile. James looked up from his oversized curved PC screen. He noticed her smile and full blowjob lips coated in her signature red lipstick, that her tight white blouse curved over her full 34C breasts, and that several buttons were open to reveal the upward curve of her left tit.

All this to say that it made James turn off that cash flow spreadsheet and cause an involuntary pulse from the head of his dick.

"How was your day?" She asked.

"Oh, you know. Typical for a Friday." He responded.

"I'm so horny..." she stated, before sitting on his lap and leaning in to whisper.

"I have my mini vibrator in, and it's made me so wet. My cunt needs filling properly. Do you think you can help this girl out?"

Laura leaned in for a full French kiss, their tongues rolling together. Then a further orgasm hit her, and she moaned into his ear, tensing her body, clenching her thighs together.

James stood them both up, continuing the kiss, his hand rising to cup her right breast and squeeze it. He lowered his hands to reach down and cup her perfect arse cheeks. Then she reached down to pull up her skirt to reveal her stocking tops and panties containing the vibrator. Pulling her soaked panty crotch aside, he found the nub of the device and slowly removed it, her vaginal juices stringing to it. James pushed his tongue into the folds of her pussy lips to probe, lick and taste her hot sex for a few moments.

Swiftly, he turned her around and pushed her down to sprawl across the desk, her perfect ass exposed. He quickly removed his belt, pushed down his jeans and extracted his rock-hard cock, positioning it at the entrance to her cunt and thrusting in the full seven inches to the hilt. They both moaned as he settled and enjoyed the warm, wet feeling enveloping his cock.

He fucked her, pulling his prick out to its full length and thrusting hard, he didn't let wet sounds and her gasps distract him from the fucking he gave her. She took it, her legs spread, her heels planted. The heat built, his sweat rolled, compounded by the hot, non-air-conditioned space of his home office. After ten more minutes of fucking, he felt the boiling rise of his cum at the base of his cock and balls. Laura came hard, the climax that only cock can give. As if a signal was needed, James thrust and pulsed his huge load into her with a scream that would wake the neighbours, if they had any. He knew there would be more action later.

SUNDAY

James dressed casually. It's easy to get messy in the club and essential to clean and strip off when needed. The practical dress of the career cock sucker, he thought. He also packed a small backpack with water and wipes for when things get as messy as he hoped for.

The drive to any sex encounter was tinged as usual with excitement and some anxiety. He had a while to daydream about the fun that awaited and allowed himself to open his pants and grasp his erect cock and to rub his thumb over the leaking head. His cock pulsed and issued more slick precum. As he passed a motorhome on the highway, he locked eyes with a woman driving it next to a man, probably her husband. James took his finger into his mouth to suck off the slickness, giving a bit of a show for the women as if he was sucking a cock. He smiled a wicked smile and carried on by.

The theatre was in a rundown area of the city. When he thought about it, most of the city was run-down. After all, who would land a sex cinema next to a glitzy central city mall? He was a paid-up member of the cinema club, which came with a regular access card with a QR code printed on the rear side. Being Sunday, the streets were quiet apart from a few taxis and small groups of visitors to the few restaurants in that part of town. The entrance was an open rising staircase off the street up to a locked door with buzz-in entry. The entrance, and indeed all of the decor, was old embossed wallpaper painted black in the small corridor leading to the reception desk. A young woman with close-shaved dark hair appeared, smiling to greet James.

"Hi, welcome. Are you a member?"

"Erm, yes. Here's my membership card."

"It's ten for entry. We have a small shop there where you can get drinks." Pointing off in various directions.

"The stripper is on at two, four and eight pm in the big screen, but other than that, feel free to stay as long as you like. We close at midnight. Oh, and it's quite busy today."

That would be perfect; James was feeling cock hungry, and that would be plenty of time to satisfy his urge.

He got a drink and some snacks from the bar that had a communal area where men were sitting and talking like it was some kind of waiting room.

At that moment, a man and woman passed through a door to go to the upstairs areas.

James walked into the so-called big screen area, which was a theatre with around 40 seats, a small stage and a small cinema screen. Straight porn was playing - a gang fuck - and a handful of watchers and wankers were enjoying it.

Moving on, he found a small room with a black vinyl-covered platform, empty but porn playing on a TV screen. A smaller screening room with four gamer-style seats, again black vinyl and a small booth with room for two. On screen, a man was sucking a cock, encouraging James to enter.

Within a few minutes, a man in his 40s hovered at the door, glancing at the screen that sat next to him.

After a few minutes, he asked, "What are you into?"

Some men were there to fuck.

As an oral bi, this was not for James. He didn't find men sexually attractive, but for their cocks. And cocks could be ugly, average, through to gloriously beautiful.

"I'm into cocksucking."

After a short pause, James added, "I'd be interested in a small group scenario."

"You can get that here. I've seen it, so, yeah, you can have that."

"So, you want to try me out?" the man asked.

"Absolutely." James got off the black vinyl bench and onto his knees while the man pulled down his loose joggers and briefs to free his cock, which was semi-erect. James gently held and wanked it, his mouth watering at the prospect before taking it in to suck.

He bobbed a few inches using his tongue to roll around the head and underside to feel it harden. It was an average-sized cock, and the man started to gently thrust and gasp. James held his eyes closed, annoyed by the hardness and the leaking precum. He let his saliva coat the prick, making it and his lips very wet. It rolled down his chin and dripped onto the hard floor.

He picked up the pace and depth, licking from balls to tip and running his lips up the wet shaft.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," James commanded, and he went to finish the job. He felt the man's hands on his head, trying to pull James in. Then he bucked, roared and unloaded his pent-up spunk of several days. The slick warmth filled his mouth, and he wanked the man until he finished savouring his first mouthful of the day.

He swallowed it down with a gulp. The man stood and left.

"One down!" James felt elated. It always feels good to get the first hit.

He walked the corridors on the three levels with bi activity on the top floor, mixed on the main level, and gay in the basement. By far the busiest space was the main theatre, but a small commotion off to the side in a room with a raised plinth saw a woman on all fours being gang fucked by around 15 men. It was like a feeding frenzy; a fucking frenzy as the men went one after another. It was quite a sight.

More chilled, and for James, he noticed two black doors. The Gloryhole, he thought.

Perfect.

He entered the right-hand door and locked it, the second door remaining open to the passersby. He rested his fingers inside the hole and wriggled them to attract attention. Several men paused, then carried on. In James's cock hungry state, it seemed like an age, but a stranger entered, closing the door and encasing the two in darkness. James moved close to the hole.

"I'll suck your cock."

Without a word, the stranger passed through an already hard and sizable cock, James got to work immediately, engulfing it in his wet mouth, slurping hungrily and without the usual foreplay.

It was large and both hard and soft. James pushed in for it to bump the back of his throat. The prick leaking its precum deposited a dollop in the very back of his mouth, the taste unmistakable and lingering as he sucked deeply.

He didn't want to hang around and needed the flood, so he used his right hand to wank it and lots of tongue and lips. But it was ultimately the rhythm setting up a kind of pleasure resonance in the stranger that, within a few more moments, caused the first spurt to erupt. He wanked the copiously spurting prick into his open mouth, sensing cum jet onto his tongue and lips, leaving lots of cum to enjoy licking off. He dealt with the beautiful mess, consuming its slick creaminess. Finally, that first cock hunger had been sated; the edge of the urge dealt with. From here on, he could take his time and choose his playmates.

As he got ready to leave, he heard a brief exchange outside the booth door and some laughing: "Fucking amazing, try him out!" A new occupant in the next booth, James got back on his knees and just placed his open mouth at the gloryhole to receive a ready hard prick. There was no need to move; the thrusting did what was needed just to close his lips on the average-sized erection. The next stranger pistoned into his wet mouth, saliva ejected from the force, making a real mess of his chin and dripping onto his pants.

After three or four minutes, the cock was withdrawn, and the stranger asked if he could come into James's booth.

"Sure, but it will be tight."

Unlocking the door, in a minute, the guy was standing in front of the kneeling cocksucker and receiving hungry sucks and ball licking. It made the stranger gasp and pulled James into the blowjob even more. The small space was getting very hot, wet and loud as the two sucked and thrust in the cramped space.

Taking a breath, James ordered, "Cum for me!" For when the delicious moment arrived. The frantic cock sucking continued for five more minutes. He wondered if this guy would ever cum but enjoyed the hot thrusting.

Then, without warning, the unmistakable warmth filled his mouth, and kept filling, and kept filling. He swallowed once, twice to keep up with demand. The stranger took out his cummy prick and smeared it over James's lips. He licked the last drops of white semen. In a few moments, the stranger left. It was proving to be a good day, James thought to himself.

The cinema had an area for drinks and refreshments, and for meeting other club members. James decided to take a time out, get some water and recharge. He sat down in a comfortable chair, as you do in coffee shops. Taking a swig of water, another member sat next to him. As men do, they briefly acknowledged each other with a nod. James noticed the other guy was a similar age and build to him and also wore a wedding ring. He asked the man if he had been here before and found out his name was Oli. They chatted about mundane things, where they came from, the drive and car parking.

"So, what brought you here?" Asked James.

Oli couldn't quite say what it was; perhaps it was nerves or not being able to admit to himself that he'd come to a sex cinema for sex with other men.

"They've got a stripper on in five minutes, in the main theatre. Want to go and watch her?" James enquired.

A nod answered, and James stood, followed by Oli, into the main theatre. It was an old, tired-looking arrangement with flip seats covered in worn red velour fabric. Finding seats near the back, the two men settled in. James felt his cock pulse in anticipation.

Porn was playing where a hot young brunette woman and her male friend were taking turns blowing a guy with an oversized penis.

"That looks like fun," James mentioned.

"Do you like that?" He asked Oli.

"Have you sucked a cock before? Or been sucked by a man?" Oli shook his head, somewhat transfixed.

"Well, let me help you." And he reached for the other guy's crotch, feeling for the encased hardening. James felt the outline and used his fingers to trace it. It was noticeably hardening.

Abruptly, the film was shut off, and a woman dressed in stripper gear entered the small stage. She had the right curves for James. He enjoyed larger breasts, longer legs and a round but not large arse. He reckoned her to be in her early 40s and having confidence in her five-inch black and red stripper heels, which he loved. Running up her long legs was a classic black nylon stocking to a lacy hold-up and onto elegant black and red embroidered panties. She had a toned stomach, pierced and with a tattoo of a rose vine running up the side to disappear under her half-cup bra, holding and pushing her tits up and out, the tattoo continuing over the inner curve of her left breast.

The room filled up to about half occupancy, perhaps 25, all men. The stripper was introduced as Eloise, and her set began to the tune of Personal Jesus.

James tuned out and thought back to when he had dreamed of what it would be like to suck his own cock and drink his semen. Of course, like most men, he had wanked into his mouth, which was hard to do in any controlled way, which meant it was more a self-facial than cum in mouth scenario. And he had admired his wife's oral talents and wished it were him doing the sucking. This thought was ancient history, and from several hundred experiences since then, he knew just what it was like.

James hadn't stopped feeling the stranger's cock, which was fully erect but confined. Oli attempted to return the favour to James, but he pushed him away: James was in control. He reached for the other guy's belt and zipper, undoing both and gently extracting the hard dick. It glistened in the red strobing light. He wanked the cock somewhat awkwardly, trying to get a fist around it. The man responded by lifting and pushing down his pants to give access to his full cock and balls.

The other man's cock looked, for all purposes, like his. Same length, same vein structure and same foreskin over the same head. This thought made his mouth water, and within a flash, James was on his knees and swallowing his new friend's cock deeply. He noticed how loudly he consumed the guy, and he feared he might be making a scene and stealing the limelight from the stripper. He slowed and sucked more steadily but was nonetheless noticed by the stripper.

"I see someone over there couldn't contain themselves!" She teased. "I hope you two have fun... Ooh, let me see." It was just a few steps from the stage to Row 5, as she bent over close to watch the cock sucking in action.

"Oh, nice cock, at least from what I can see! So wet. He looks like a great cocksucker, if anyone wants some action, see; Oh, what's your name, love?"

"James." Before he returned to the couch.

The stripper unclasped her ornate bra, revealing a magnificent rack. James slurped, licking the length and making sure plenty of tongue was given. The stripper asked the guy if he was going to give him a good load. He just about gasped a "Yes!" When he did just that.

James knew from experience that if he abstained for several days and edged himself, he would be a heavy cummer. And so it was with the guy; not only was his cock identical, but so was the copious volume.

The little show attracted attention. James savoured the slick semen while the stripper concluded her act. Several other men gathered in the row of seats behind James and the guy. Some of them, cocks out, ready to receive the same treatment. James went to work with the nearest cock, large and oozing. He sucked a minute, then moved to the next on its right. Circumcised and average. Then, after a minute, he passed to the next, leaving those sucked to continue wanking. Around eight men were now gathered in a kind of circle, some on the aisle, some on the row behind, a few on the row in front. One guy with a long, thin cock stepped forward, pulling James's head onto his cock before spurting most of it into his mouth. The next guy erupted his load onto the side of his face, and he turned to take the next jets. There were still cocks everywhere being wanked and begging to be sucked, and he was only too happy to oblige. Things were getting messy as another cock delivered its load across his face and another. James decided just to kneel there on the sticky floor and open his mouth as the target and hope that most hit their spot.

One after another cock was placed on his tongue, spurting or oozing its load to be replaced. In the scramble, two, sometimes three cock heads contested the space. His mouth was full of spunk, and the smell intoxicated the male cumslut. He swallowed the combined loads. He had no idea of how many men had been satisfied, but it was more than the original eight. He thought about Laura, his cumslut wife and how she led him towards this moment. Maybe it was the entire audience. His face was a mess. Cum had dripped and run down inside his T-shirt. He had to clean up and make his way to the old and tired bathroom, doing his best to wipe off the worst of it. Passing by several men, he noticed the stares, the lust, and the appreciation in their eyes.

Back in the main lobby area, James sat to recover. He was handed a cold beer by a woman who wasn't a member of staff, but a member, after all; it was a mixed club.

"That was some display." She clinked her glass to James's. "I've never seen a man loving spunk quite so much. At least that's how it looked to me."

The woman introduced herself as Melanie, who, with her husband, John, visited the club several times a year. Her urge was for gangbangs, but today she had a new quest.

"I want to watch my Husband suck another cock. I'll say you will be just the ticket. Surely you must be ready to blow, so to speak? What do you say? We have the room upstairs, and you can meet John, who's waiting for me."

"So, you want him to suck me off and watch?"

Melanie was an attractive woman, probably in her late forties, with glossy black hair cut in an eighties-style bob, setting off her sparkling green eyes. Her lips captivated James, full and painted red and glossy just how he liked them.

"Well, let's go!"

They climbed the small, narrow staircase that twisted and allowed only one-way passage, albeit at a tight squeeze. He watched her shapely arse sway in front of him, confined in a tight mini skirt, lacy stocking tops teasing to be touched. James reached for her left ass cheek and squeezed it, causing Melanie to turn, smile seductively, and wink. He went further and reached his fingers to stroke her thong-covered slit. He felt its elicit heat.

The top floor playroom came equipped with a full-size bed covered in black vinyl. A 42-inch screen played bi porn and was showing a nubile twenty-something blonde with a perfect arse being rimmed by the male partner, whose large cock was being sucked by a third man. Melanie's husband lay watching the scene, naked and lightly wanking.

"This is James, the one I mentioned from the stripper show."

"How do you want me?" Asked James.

"Get naked and lie on the bed. John knows what I want."

After stripping the cum soaked tee shirt and pants, James removed his shorts and allowed his hard prick to bounce free. It was very wet with hours of leaking precum. Melanie's face lit up, and she visibly licked her lips.

"Go on, lick it, taste it." She commanded. Her husband did so, licking the wet cock head, his first taste of another man. He then licked the very wet length and rubbed his lips up and down.

"Take it in your mouth." She ordered. He did just that, opening and sucking down the length a few inches. He then bobbed for a while.

Melanie moved to crouch next to John's face.

"That's right. Suck that beautiful cock, you've wanted to for so long; now is your chance. Can you taste it? Does it taste good, all that precum?" John just muttered an affirmation, seemingly enjoying the sucking.

"That's it. Suck it deep to your throat, just like you make me." She encouraged her husband. "He's going to cum soon, and I want you to take it all into your mouth. I expect there will be a lot. He's been horny for hours, sucking all those cocks and swallowing all that cum."

"Tell him when you are ready."

The husband continued to suck James, and for a first-timer, he was doing a great job. He could feel that feeling as his orgasm started to rise. Melanie gently held and massaged James's ball sack, wet and slick.

"OK. Get ready!"

A few more bobs and James unleashed his pent-up load. The husband wanked the cock to get it all, lips clamped around the pulsing prick.

"Show me!" ordered the wife. He opened to show a considerable load of sperm sloshing underneath and over the tongue.

"Now do it!"

John got up from the bed holding the load in his mouth, and Melanie moved her head back and opened her mouth. John drooled the cum and saliva mixture into her open mouth, some spilling over her beautiful, glossy lips. He kissed her deeply.

What the wife did next surprised James: she stood and motioned him to her. She was holding the cum, and she wanted him to kiss her. James moved in and French-kissed her, tasting the spunk and enjoying the slick lips and tongues. She donated the load to James.

"Now give it to John. He knows what to do." He moved in, John's mouth wide open to receive the snowball. The husband and wife locked gazes as he finally swallowed.

Melanie lay back, opened her legs as her husband climbed on and thrust his cock hard into his wife. She moaned loudly and raised her legs above her head. James watched them fuck for a minute, staring into the woman's eyes as she came hard as if screaming silently. Her husband had some stamina; he'd fucked her deep, she would come, and so this repeated several times until the man took out his cock from her pussy and wanked it until a fountain of spunk strafed his wife. Her belly, the inside curve of her cleavage, and lastly to land several streaks across her face and mouth. The pearly white semen just lay there.

James leaned in to say, "Thank you. That was one of the most erotic moments of my life." And he kissed her red cum coated lips, a string of seminal pearls connecting them as he pulled away.

The visit had been beyond James's expectations. He reckoned that he received 16 loads of cum that day. Possibly a record, but it was less about the quantity than the sexual scenarios that quelled the urge. He would now drive home, tell Laura, and fuck her to a beautiful climax.

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