Ass Play at the Movies: I'm Ready for my Close-Up!
I wandered onto this site called Recon about two months ago. It is a kink site, featuring dudes getting their freak on in any number of nasty, perverted ways: bondage, water sports, feet worship, leather, gut-punching, exhibitionism, sports gear worship, and the like. All of it tends to be very extreme – especially if you look at the profiles of those from outside the United States (those Germans are real sick fuckers!). In comparison, the listings for Minnesota seem very tame – but keep in mind that this is not your ordinary hook-up site and on Recon the word ‘vanilla’ is nowhere to be found.
After setting up a profile, I dive in and start moving my way through the profiles of dudes on-line. Surprisingly, I’ve encountered very, very few of these men on the other hook-up sites I frequent, although I do recall seeing a few of them at the Eagle the once or twice a year that I get there. The refreshing thing about the profiles and the men on Recon is the fact that all their freak flags are right out there in the open, presented without embarrassment. The many pictures also reflect this openness, as they are of a more graphic nature than you might encounter on say, Adam4Adam or Manhunt. In other words, you know exactly what you are in for, warts and all.
In short order, I start hitting the cruise key on those I find share similar interests to my own, keeping in mind that my role is passive and theirs active. One of the individuals I recognize from the Eagle is on-line and responds positively to my cruise request. Soon we’re talking specifics, with email addresses and pictures being exchanged. We decide to meet and he proposes something he thinks might appeal to the exhibitionist in me: that we meet at a movie theater where he will play with my ass throughout the film. I’m game. I have a pair of rip-away running pants that are held in place by a series of snaps and know these will work perfectly for what he has in mind. He chooses the movie theatre and the movie, which just happens to be at a time when I can make it. Game on.
Arriving early, I sit in my car and change into my snap-away pants. I’m more than just a bit nervous. Not only does the whole idea of playing in public have my heart racing, but this dude happens to be someone I have always wanted to play with. I’ve seen him in public in the past and never worked up the courage to go over to him and say ‘hi’. He’s shorter than me by at least six inches, has thick, black, wavy hair and a rather handsome mug with a nice square jaw. Just the sight of his lips makes me melt, his winning smile a promise of great things. He’s the kind of dude that is never interested in me, and even when they do give me the time of day, it is only as a courtesy, ultimately leading to rejection.
A few minutes before the movie is to start I make my way into the movie theatre. No one is around. The place is a ghost town. That is the beauty of matinees and the magic of this particular movie theatre. It is situated in an area of town where parking is not free or easy, so other than date nights, the theatre is probably not that busy at all. I purchase my ticket and a soda. Thankfully, my attire doesn’t raise any suspicion. Out of the corner of my eye I catch sight of my movie buddy. He’s standing in the middle of a big archway with a kind of smirk on his face. Making my way to the movie theatre, he trails me, remaining a good three yards behind me.
Enveloped by the darkness of the theatre, I choose the back row and sit in the seat next to the outside wall. The projectionist is situated on the opposite side of the room, so I feel fairly confident that our escapades will go unnoticed by management.
My new found friend (let’s call him Mr. Dom) slips into the seat next to me. He’s wearing a ¾ length black leather jacket and has quite a bit of scruff going on his face. Still, he is very handsome, very cute. He has a sly look in his eyes and I am pretty sure I’m in for a good time. Without really looking, he begins to unsnap the side of my pants. His hand slides under my bottom and his fingers begin to probe. I have a tiny tube of lube with me and am wearing a cock ring, but other than that, I have no supplies with me. Leaning forward in my seat, I grease up my hole with the lube and then sit back. Soon I find myself scrunching deep down in my seat with my legs up over the back of the seat in front of me. This allows my friend maximum access and he takes full advantage of it.
There are only two other people in the theatre when the movie begins and they are both seated a good distance away, toward the middle of the theatre. I am thinking we are going to have full run of the place. My confidence growing, I slip a hand between the legs of Mr. Dom and discover a nice hard eight inch wonder. It is nicely thick and feels fucking meaty in my hand. He smiles and I take a risk, lean over and kiss his cheek, hoping that he responds with more. He doesn’t. Instead he scans the theatre for prying eyes.
This entire time his fingers are going to town on my hole and I am loving it. The movie? Not so much. But then we picked this particular movie because of the time and the fact that it had gotten negative reviews, which meant that the theatre would probably be fairly empty. Not that the quality of the movie has any impact on the good time I am having. I now know why teenagers like to go to movies on dates – you can fool around a lot in the dark! I am nuzzling into Mr. Dom’s neck in a vain attempt to convey just how much pleasure I am getting out of having his talented digits up my ass. By this point he has popped all but two of the buttons on my rip-away pants, so he has full access to everything. It is at this moment that an older dude suddenly appears at the back of the theatre. He scans the seats, spies me and Mr. Dom and promptly sits his fat ass in the row opposite us, across the aisle. Bummer.
This momentarily causes me to panic and I swiftly button up my running pants. Getting caught is not part of our plans and Mr. Dom helps cover my activity by removing his leather jacket and placing it on top of the seat in front of him, successfully shielding me from the prying eyes of the recent arrival. Soon, snaps are undone once more and Mr. Dom has a wicked smile on his face once more.
He’s cool with me nuzzling into his neck. There is even a part of me that wants to climb on his lap. My right hand takes up permanent residence in the crotch of his pants, working its way up and down that magnificent shaft. His balls get lots of attention, too. Needless to say, I am hard for the full two hours, which is no small feat for me. I think it is due to the fact that there really isn’t any end game in sight – as in, neither of us really has any expectation of getting off. There had been a brief, on-line discussion regarding my cumming as the credits roll, and that is definitely playing in the back of my mind, so I’m in no hurry to lose my load.
Eventually I work up my courage and go in for a real kiss and am totally surprised when my efforts are welcomed. Mr. Dom possesses some generous lips and he puts them to good use. He’s a great kisser. Yep, that's why teenagers love the movies so much. More true than not, the kissing is probably much better than the movie! In this case, I am only too happy to turn my attention away from the screen.
During the last quarter of the movie, I decide to change it up a bit. I begin leaning forward in my seat, using the seat in front of me as leverage. This allows me to actually fuck back on Mr. Dom’s fingers, of which he has managed to work three up my hole. This type of extended butt play is new to me. Usually fingering is merely a five to ten minute part of foreplay and not the main course. All told, I find it to be an oddly satisfying meal. As I am carefully lowering and raising my ass, I glance over at the older, fat dude across the aisle. I am pretty sure he knows exactly what we are doing and has been watching us the whole time. And you know what? I don’t care. In fact, it kind of turns me on.
You see, I missed out on all the dirty movie theatre action of yore, when Ferris Alexander had a porno movie theatre empire in Minneapolis. I visited the one on Lake Street a couple of times before its doors closed, but I was terribly naive and had no idea what men did to one another in the dark. That I discovered much later in life, while on tour in Kansas City. There, I happened to visit a very active porno theatre on a Saturday afternoon. I had so much fun working my way around that theatre; it was almost as good as going to a bathhouse. One of the things I discovered on that trip was just how turned on I get when other dudes watch me being a total slut, going down on some random dude in public. Turns out, despite my recent decision to curtail the number of sexual encounters I partake in, I am still turned on by being watched by others.
The movie ends. I button up and follow Mr. Dom out of the theatre. We talk as we walk, commenting on how much fun we just had. He then guides me to a bathroom off the main part of the shopping complex we’re walking through. He goes into the handicap stall and I remain near the urinals, taking the pulse of just how busy this restroom is. The coast seems clear, so I duck inside his stall. I immediately unearth his dick and go down on it. As soon as my lips reach the base of his cock, the main door flings open and someone hustles in. I swiftly climb up on the toilet seat and crouch. Mr. Dom, who is once more wearing his ¾ length leather coat, stands in front of me, his dick just out of reach of my mouth. From the outside, no one would ever know that two people occupied that stall.
The other dude leaves, and, remaining crouched on the toilet seat, I begin playing with Mr. Dom’s dick. It is as nice looking as it was nice to touch. He’s hard as a rock and just as I manage to deep throat him again, someone else comes rushing in to use the urinals. This individual is followed by about ten others. Suddenly the room is full of dudes. All play ceases as we both hold our breath, praying that we remain undiscovered. The place is so full even the stall next to us is in use. We wait out this flurry of activity. At the first sign of calm, Mr. Dom exits the stall. I do the same. We wash our hands, and yet another small group of 20/30-somethings invade the mens room. Obviously this place is a lot busier than Mr. Dom assumed. We abandon all play and I walk him back to his car. On the way, he tells me that he noticed how turned on I get exposing myself in public. He thinks that’s hot. He fondles me in the elevator and we kiss a bit more before he gets into his car.
We make promises to one another to do something similar sometime soon. He suggests a sledding date, but the idea of my dick out in the frigid cold makes me turtle, so I decline. I’d rather stick to indoor activities and he understands.
In the time since, we have tried to find a time for another movie date, but our schedules just haven’t jived. Having written about this experience, it does make me want to do it again. So I have a feeling he’ll be getting an email from me today proposing something for next week.
Well, fingers crossed. Maybe this time something will work out. If it does?
See you at the movies!
(P.S.- The featured pic is of yours truly. Yeah, I know, not the greatest, but hey, it does the trick - so to speak!)