When I was married in 1985, I used to enjoy occasionally going out at night by myself and frequenting my favorite adult theater. I would always watch a couple hours of porn and then jack-off in the restroom before returning home. It used to be that guys in the audience were discrete in the theaters; nobody ever exposed themselves. However, it had been a year since my last visit and I guess that in that time, things had changed drastically. When I went into the theater this time, the attendant informed me that there were now two theaters, gay and straight. I had never seen a gay movie before, but I was definitely curious to know what one looked like.

As I walked through the doorway, I had to pause for my eyes to adjust because the theater was pitch-black except for the glow from the screen. When they did finally adjust, I saw two guys fucking on the screen. And as I looked around the theater, I saw a man on his knees giving a blowjob. Now days, a scene like that would be commonplace, but back then, it was totally unheard of.

I found a seat quickly near the guy that was giving head because I wanted to watch up close. He took his time sliding up and down his partners cock, pausing at the head for a second and then engulfing his rod down to the base. It was a real turn-on for me because the guy's cock was coated with a slimy mixture of spit and pre-cum. In a few seconds, he went over the edge, threw his head back and unloaded into his partner's mouth. I must say, the guy giving head was a real pro because he didn't spill a drop. After his buddy finished shooting in his mouth, he leaned back on his haunches, showed his buddy the pool of jizz in his mouth, and then swallowed it with one big gulp.

I was so mesmerized by the action that I didn't notice when a young black man sat down next to me. He was a good-looking kid that couldn't have been more than twenty years old (I was thirty-five) and I wondered what a kid like that would be doing in a porn theater. I mean, he should have been out fucking a cheerleader or something!

Since the blowjob was finished and the two guys got up and left, I turned my attention back to the movie. I kneaded my cock in my pants and prepared to cum in my underwear when I noticed motion from the kid beside me. When I turned to glance at him, he had his cock out and was stroking it! He looked at me and smiled and then we both looked down at his straining cock. It was over seven thick inches and straight as an arrow surrounded by a bush of kinky black hair. He saw that I was kneading my cock.

"My name's Robert," he said in a whisper.

"Hi, Robert," I responded, "my name is Will. I would shake your hand, but I can see that you're busy."

He chuckled at my stupid joke and then sat back in his chair so I could get a good look at his cock. In a place like that, normal social conventions fly right out the window so I wasn't the least bit hesitant to casually look him up and down. I must say, it was a beautiful piece of meat looking like it had been carved out of ebony.

"Well, Robert, you have an impressive piece of meat there."

"Thanks," he said with a grin. "My girlfriend's out of town so I felt like coming in here to get my rocks off." He then nodded at my hand in my lap. "Why don't you take yours out?"

"Oh, I'm kind of shy," I answered.

"Do you want to touch mine," he asked.

My eyes darted back and forth from his eyes to that gorgeous cock and then I nervously reached out with my hand. He held it at the base while I wrapped my fingers around it and lightly stroked it up and down. I had never felt a cock before and I was amazed how hard and smooth it was.

"That feels really good," he hissed.

Then he reached over to knead my rock-hard cock which also felt really good! We played with each other for a couple of minutes until he put his hand over mine to stop me.

"We'd better slow down, bud. I'm about to blow."

I retracted my hand, slightly embarrassed, and we watched the movie in silence. His erection softened up until it lay in his lap like a big, black snake. I think we were both getting a little uncomfortable until he spoke up:

"I'm getting tired of this place."

I nodded in agreement.

"Hey," he said, "do you want to come over to my apartment? I have some beer and good porn. We can kick back there."