I saw a man standing in the aisle stroking his cock. He was arab-looking, masculine and older with greying hair. I sat in a seat directly in front of him. I turned my face toward his cock, it was not fully hard, but even soft it was nice, dark, thick, and cut.
I was at a cinema on Rue Saint-Denis that is one of the sleaziest places I have ever been. Dark, stinky, wild, and slightly dangerous. Therefore, no trip to Paris would be complete without at least one visit.
I sat passive for a few moments watching him stroke. He moved closer to my seat, his cock was almost against my mouth. I appreciated his assertive gesture. I looked up from his crotch into his eyes. He didn’t smile, but maintained a hard almost stoic look on his face.
I moved my eyes back to his cock, getting harder under my gaze, but still floppy. He stopped stroking it and just held it in his right hand for me to see. I leaned into him and kissed the brown head of his cock. I reached up and grabbed his tool with my right hand. I starting playing with his piss hole with my tongue and moving it around his engorged head. Soon his stiff cock was sliding in and out of my mouth.
After, a couple of minutes of sucking his cock, he fastened his pants and moved backwards into the darkroom area behind him that opened up like a cave onto the cinema. The cave was completely dark and I lost sight of him. After a minute, I got out of my seat tried to follow him.
Once in the darkness, it was difficult to anything but could hear and feel that the room was full of men. I had to slowly inch my way in. Unseen hands began feeling me up, touching my hard dick through my shorts. It took a couple of minutes for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but then at could make out the grey hair of the man I was sucking. He was standing with his back against the far wall.
When I made my way over to him, his cock was out of his pants, I reached down and began to stroke his cock. He put his hand on my shoulder and pressed firmly. I ignored his gesture to get on my knees. He took his hand off my shoulder and grabbed my belt buckle and tugged at the front my shorts.
I turned my back toward him, unfastened my shorts and let them drop to the dirty floor. This was a pick-pockets paradise; I could let my shorts drop because I left my wallet back at the hotel. I had some Euros stuck in the bottom my shoe.
With my shorts down, he touched my ass still covered by underwear. He reached up and violently grabbed the waist band on my underwear and quickly pulled them down to my thighs. My ass hole still felt open and over-fucked from the night before (that will have to be another story; I love Paris). He pushed his hard cock into my butt crack.
He began to hump my butt crack; I couldn’t see who was in front of me, but I felt a hot wet mouth on my hard cock and hands moving on my legs. I spit into my hand and put it on his cock. I pushed my ass back and took his whole length up my hole in one swift motion. He let out a deep moan in my ear. I moved my ass back and forth fucking him and sucking his cock into my hole. In just a minute, I heard him moan again and felt his body jerk against my back. He was motionless, I could feel the wetness of his cum when he pulled out. I could smell his fresh cum mixed in with the stale air of darkroom.
I pushed the mouth off my cock and pulled up my undearwear and shorts. I had been in the cinema only five minutes and had taken my first load.
(to be continued)