Adult Theater/Cinema
 

Back in the mid 1980s I was young and persistently very horney. I used to enjoy visiting the booths and theaters on 7th Street Rd, Louisville, KY.

One hot summer afternoon I arrived at the Adult Toy Store at 7th and Berry. I had already visited several locations and was ready for satisfaction. When I purchased my theater ticket my hands were shaking in antisipation. There was a longing deep in my groin.

On entering the theater I noticed a few guys in the back rows and a couple in the middle. I sat near the front. I don't mind sharing my cock. I don't like being groped without permission. By sitting alone I would retain control. I was also in the couples line of site. Remember, in the '80's ladies in adult theaters were a fairly rare sight.

The movie was OK, nothing special. As I watched the honey's on the screen being serviced I carressed my penis thru my sports shorts. I was wearing a t-shirt, sports shorts, undershorts, white socks and tenis shoes. Eventually I attained a rigid, straining, hard-on. And, and my groin started to build towards an orgasm. This one was going to be too good not to share.

Nervously, I stood and dropped my shorts. The cockstrain dropped a little as I realized what I was doing. This was pretty daring for those days. I turned sideways so that he lady two rows back could see the full length of my throbbing cock. I turned my head to watch the screen and carried on slowly wanking.

It built, and built, my prostate expoded. My orgasm hit me in waves of ecstasy. I was watching the screen so I have no idea how far my spunk shot. As my orgasm subsided I caught my breath, pulled my shorts up and sat down. Cheers erupted from the audience. The afterglow was lovely.