I had no idea if I was actually going to go through with it when I left the bar. I was a little drunk — okay, pretty drunk. A long string of beers had numbed my nerves just enough. I didn’t want to think too hard. I just… needed something. Needed to feel it.

The cab ride was quiet. I didn’t say much, and the driver didn’t care. I stared out the window, heart thudding harder the closer we got to the porn shop I’d looked up weeks ago. I knew there was a theater in the back — a dark one, a seedy one. Guys went there for more than just the grainy movies.

I paid in cash, keeping my eyes down. The store was well lit with a few people looking around, but I walked straight to the theater entrance and pushed through the door.

Inside was very dark, the screen flickering with a loop of something aggressive and loud. The rows of seats looked worn down, stained, like they’d seen years of things nobody talked about. I took the third seat in from the left on the third row from the back. My hands were shaking a little.

There were maybe ten or twelve guys scattered around, half-watching the screen. I didn’t look at them at first. Just stared ahead, trying to breathe, trying to feel normal. But then my eyes drifted — and I saw him.

One row in front of me, maybe four seats to the right, a guy had his cock out. He was stroking slowly, clearly enjoying the show, totally unbothered by being out in the open. My heart jumped into my throat watching him. I stared too long, and when his eyes flicked back and caught mine, I looked away fast.

But then I looked again. He was still doing it. Still watching the screen, lazily tugging at himself. I don’t know how long I watched, but eventually — somehow — I leaned forward and whispered, “Want some help?”

He glanced over and gave a quick nod. That was it.

I stood up before I could talk myself out of it. I stepped down into his row, knelt beside his chair, and leaned down.

I was shaking and scared to death, but I opened my mouth anyway and took the head of his cock in. He lasted maybe ten seconds.

His hips flexed, and shot a stream into my mouth. I immediately pulled back, startled. I spat it on the floor as I stood up fast and backed away. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve, heart racing, and rushed back to my seat like nothing had happened.

I sat there stunned, breathing hard. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that. My mouth still tasted like him.

A few minutes passed. I kept watching the screen, not really seeing anything. Then I noticed movement in the corner of my eye.

A guy was standing at the end of my row — tall, maybe in his 40s, buzz cut, wearing jeans and a tight black tee. He wasn’t moving, just standing there, shifting slightly. Every now and then, we’d make eye contact. Once in a while, his hand drifted down to rub at the zipper in his jeans — subtle, but obvious.

He didn’t say a word.

Finally, I nodded.

He stepped down the row and stopped right in front of me. I turned in my seat and dropped to my knees, my hands going straight to his zipper. My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned him and pulled his fly down.

I reached in and pulled his cock out — soft, thick, warm. MI took a deep breath as I leaned in and opened my mouth.

The head was velvet-smooth, way softer than I expected. I slid him in and out of my mouth slowly and gently. I could feel him thicken between my lips, growing harder with every second. The sensation was… insane. So different from what I expected.

He flexed his hips slightly, starting to thrust while I sucked. His cock filled my mouth completely, my lips tight around his shaft as I let him move. Soon he took over, thrusting slowly in and out. It was controlled, measured — he knew what he wanted.

Then he stood up on his toes. His hand grabbed the back of my head, and suddenly he pushed forward hard, holding me there.

I panicked for half a second, unsure if I’d messed up — but then I could taste it.

He was cumming!

Hot, thick cum flooded my mouth, and I froze. The taste wasn’t bad — a little salty, a little sour — but I couldn’t do it. My throat tightened. I held it until he was done and let go of my head. I turned my head to the side and spat his load on the floor next to me.

He pulled his pants up, nodded once, and left without a word.

I sat back in my chair again, heart pounding, still tasting his cum on my mouth. My brain couldn’t decide if I was turned on or terrified.

But one thing was clear — I wasn’t done yet.

I hadn’t even caught my breath yet when I felt him step up beside me.

Another man. shorter, broader than the last. He stood just to my left, close enough that I could smell the musk off his skin — soap, sweat, and something darker. I didn’t look up. I didn’t need to. I knew what he wanted.

I dropped back down to my knees.

My breath was shallow, lips still damp, nerves buzzing in my fingertips. I reached up and undid his jeans. He didn’t say anything, didn’t even touch me — just let me do it. My fingers worked open his button, slid down the zipper, and I reached in and pulled his cock out.

Already thick. Already hard.

He didn’t waste time. As soon as I wrapped my lips around him, he let out a low grunt and placed one hand gently on the back of my head. I started slow — I was still shaky, still riding the edge of what I could handle — but his cock felt good in my mouth. Solid. Real. Like I belonged there.

I bobbed back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. He let me do the work for a while, breathing harder, his grip on my head gradually tightening. Then he started guiding me — little pushes, deeper each time.

He held my head still and fucked my mouth with steady, controlled thrusts. No words. Just breathing and heat and the wet, obscene sound of him using my mouth.

Then he tensed.

His hips jerked forward, hand gripping tight behind my neck, and suddenly my mouth filled with cum. He groaned low, body shuddering as he pumped every last drop into my mouth.

I gagged slightly, caught off guard again. The taste hit me — sharp, warm, unmistakably him. But even though it didn’t turn my stomach… I couldn’t swallow. Not yet.

When he let go of my head, I pulled back and turned to the side, spitting his load out onto the floor, right next to the wet streak from the guy before.

Three loads. And then it hit me.

I’d sobered up enough to realize where I was. What I’d done. My hands were shaking again — but this time it wasn’t lust. It was adrenaline, panic creeping back in.

I stood fast, barely pulling myself together. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and hurried up the aisle.

I didn’t stop walking until I was outside.

The night air was sharp and cold. My heart thudded in my chest. I flagged down a cab with the taste of cum still in my mouth, climbed in without saying much, and gave the driver the name of my hotel.

By the time I shut the door behind me in my room, I was relieved, thrilled and a few other things spilling through my mind… but all I could do was sit on the edge of the bed, mouth still tasting their cum, hands trembling in my lap.

I didn’t regret it.
I just didn’t know what it meant yet.