Friday, June 18, 2010

Cinema on Rue Saint-Denis - Part Two

In the bathroom, I saw that a big thick glob of cum had leaked from my used hole into my underwear. I was wearing black underwear that day, and I took a moment and studied the contrast of the creamy white cum on the black fabric. I decided not to try to wipe it out. I wanted to feel it against my ass.

Back in the cinema near the bathroom, I noticed a man who hadn’t been there before. The first thing I noticed was how beautifully he was dressed. He was wearing a light grey silk suit, white shirt with a lavender tie. Actually, he was dressed like a lot of other Parisian business men you see on the street, but I never saw them come into the cinema. At least not dressed this way. Not only was every surface grimy (or sticky), but there was a lack of ventilation, the air was heavy with stale cigarette smoke, so that when you left, the smell hung to you long after you left.

He was sitting in the in the back row along the aisle. I walked over and stood next to, but slightly behind him against the wall. Even though it was humid in the cinema, he maintained a his polished look, he did not have his tie loosened, or any button undone. However, he did have his fly open and was masturbating to the straight porn on the screen. I could see a gold wedding band on his left hand. He was probably around forty. He had that “costaud” look. Not fat at all, but thick and masculine.

I stood there a few minutes hoping that he would look up and make eye contact, but he kept his eyes on the screen. Even though I had no encouragement from him, I knelt beside his seat. At first I looked closer at his cock, it was thick and uncut. Then I looked up at his face. He had a delicate mouth, but with a prominent nose, his hair was black, thick, and slicked back on his head.

Even though I was right next to him, he neither encouraged me nor discouraged me in anyway. It was as though I was invisible to him. His behavior toward me was haughty and cold, my heart was beating faster and my dick was completely hard.


I reached my hand over for his cock, and he stopped masturbating and brought his hands together in a prayer formation in front of his face. His wedding band gleamed in the light of the movie. I leaned over and took his meaty cock in my mouth. His skin felt silky in my mouth. His was very clean, but just a little sweaty under his foreskin.

As I sucked, I began to fantasize about him. Did he work in one of the nearby government buildings? When was the last time his cock was in his wife’s pussy? Did he fuck her this morning? I even started to wonder what she must look like, deciding that she was petite and pretty with blond hair.

As I continued to suck him, I was very careful not to let any of my spit onto his suit or his tie. I placed my right hand on his foot. I wanted to take off his highly-polished black shoes and kiss his feet. I wanted to take down his pants and lick his moist hairy Parisian ass hole. For the first time, I felt constrained by the cinema.

A moment later he started to cum. It tasted salty and good. When I raised my head, I noticed that some of the hustlers had come into this part of the cinema and were watching me suck. I decided that I would not go in the bathroom and wash out my mouth, but instead let the taste linger in my mouth.

(to be continued)

copyright 2010

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Cinema on Rue Saint-Denis

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)

copyright 2010

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Fucked with a Prince Albert

For a long time now I have fantasized about getting fucked by a guy (or guys) with a Prince Albert piercing. When see pics, I can't help but wonder what it would feel like going into my ass. Also, I would love to write about it for my readers. Would anyone like to help me? pigmansex1@gmail.com