Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2006 12:19:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: gloryhole junkie <mrghjunkie@yahoo.com>
Subject: Now Playing: Timmy at the Majestic (pts 1 &2)

Now Playing: Timmy at the Majestic
Pts 1 & 2
By Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
mrghjunkie@yahoo.com


DISCLAIMER:

If you are an adult, never engage in sexual activities with a minor. And
that's even if "all the other men are doing him" as he sits in some public
men's room stall learning how to suck cock and drink cum.

Do not open, click, download or read the following story if you are not
inclined to enjoy a story involving men and boys.

Do not open, click on, download or read if you are under-aged - that would
be "A Minor" (the person, not the musical note).

Do not open, click on, download or read if you are in a locale where such
graphic erotic literature is not permissible.

Don't be a bad boy (and that mostly means you dads and men who can be
awfully naughty when the opportunity arises).

The following story is copyrighted to the author. All rights
reserved. Please do not publish, upload or use in any manner other than for
"personal use" without the author's prior written agreement.



PREFACE:

Any man who has been there knows there is no more sexually "fun" spot than
the back rows of a real XXX movie theater.

Stranger men, all seated one next to the other in rows and all with one
thing on their minds - sex.

On their lunch hour, how many men have discovered the sheer joy of popping
by a local XXX and playing around for a while in the dark back
rows. Nothing gives a man a hardon quicker than that moment of getting his
ticket and heading into a theater where he knows numerous other men have
found themselves as they seek cock and cocksucker buddies at noon?

Men find their way in and out all day in those places. Many come in, let a
strange man (or a few) feel them up, get into their trousers and "attend to
their needs" - all while using the guise of watching some crap sex flick
upon the screen as a foil.

And that's important to the success of good XXX theater fun. The best are
always showing straight flicks. As the old saying goes, "Straight flicks,
gay licks", as the city's straight dads, workmen, jocks can go into such
places since the marquee outside advertises show titles such as,
"Cassandra's Pussy Pet Show" or "21-Gun Saturation of Bambi Private".

A good back row would be nothing without all the big- dicked, worked up men
there just to let guys fondle and suck on them. Most straight men, you'll
be surprised seem to like being molested. As much as these stories focus on
how they like gang molesting cum hungry tykes, we can't deny that men in
general seem to like the molestation "process".

Men love to have strangers cop a fell of them on a crowded bus. They set
out to let men at urinals reach over to lewdly masturbate them as they all
stand there. They love to head to the back "bull pen" of a XXX knowing that
the hands of perhaps several men will be all over them the moment they
settle in.

And they know these men are all strangers to them. But that doesn't stop
them. They seek it out. Who would guess that as secretive the sex may be
that dads and coaches and bank managers are engaging in with other men,
that they're so attracted to being manhandled, sucked and "done" by men who
are complete strangers to them.

That's part of the fun of the gloryhole and of the XXX back rows. You sit
there, legs spread slightly, and in moments, the hand of a stranger to your
left is creeping over to gently squeeze your crotch.

Or if you like blowing other men, think of the thrill of sitting in a movie
seat and being allowed to let your left hand roam into the lap of the man
on your left as your right hand is allowed to grope the huge tenter of the
man to your right? And both men want you get to their zipper. And both men
want a blowjob from you.

And when they're done (or done with them), the man in the seat in front of
you would like the same. And the two seats on either side of you are
occupied with two new "movie goers" hoping you're hands will go roaming
once again.

Of course, the sexual satisfaction is a draw. But another is the fact that
strangers are playing with your meat. Or that men, all their faces in
shadow, are standing in a line along the back wall, zippers open, cocks
sticking out and all wanting you to blow them and eat their seed.

Its a playground for the married men who like to be felt up lewdly and to
have fingers reaching for their zipper tab. Most men I know love to have
their cock gentle squeezed through their trousers as they stand behind the
back row seats. Sure they pretend they don't notice as they stare at the
action on the screen, but they never stop you. And when you tug the zippers
down over their heavy, hardening meat, they continue to stand
there. They're there to have the cum hungry pervs in the dark suck them off
and swallow their milky batter.

The XXX theater is often the best pal to the married dad. Half or more of
the men sitting there, pants half unhitched, cocks sticking out, precum
catching the light from the screen as they await the cocksucker on the
floor crawling from one to the next stranger in the dark, are married dads.

Who knew so many of the dads we see in any supermarket or Parents Night at
the high school love making their cock and sperm sauce a meal for sloppy,
sucking mouths in the back rows of the porn house?

But they do. Some afternoons a cocksucker can gulp thick breeder pudding
down from two, three dozen different "movie goers".

Or a man with some meat in his trousers won't be leaving the back of the
XXX without having been fondled, molested, groped, milked, sucked and
emptied of every active sperm by sometimes fifty hands and mouths. In
certain back "bull pens", a top married man can come in and just stand
there for a couple of hours, his pants undone by other men, hands shoved
into his Jockey shorts, mouths taking turns sucking his meaty cock down to
his hairy nuts.

All as he stands there, a half wall hiding those down below his belt buckle
as they feast on his genitals.

In the back rows, heads bob, slurping sucking noises punctuate the theater
as obviously as do the false moans from the movie playing. Men come in and
know they'll be getting a mouth or a cock in a matter of minutes - even
seconds. Often a man can enter the theater and while his eyes haven't even
had a chance to adjust to the dark, he'll have expert hands feeling him up
and perhaps already unzipping his trousers.

Go into some XXXs and every patron is crowded into the back rows. That's
because they all want to play. Even if three-quarters of the seats are
available, if there is an empty seat back there, slide down the row.

Of course, men seated back there may grope between your legs as you slide
down eight seats to the one free one, but so what? The moment you sit down,
you'll notice the men on either side of you (a random selection) will be
glancing at you most mostly at your crotch.

Get comfy. Settle in. Spread you legs slightly. NEVER cross your legs. Keep
you arms and hands from blocking your crotch. And in minutes, as some bimbo
cum slut on screen moans non-stop, you'll suddenly have a hand inching over
and pushing against your thigh...then up and onto it...and slowly over to
where your meat is making a nice lump. How can you blame them for needing
to feel it for you?

After all, you're the main attraction and that cock of yours is the star.


Oh, and into all of this, imagine coming a little tyke named Timmy.




"Now Playing: Timmy at the Majestic"
By Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
mrghjunkie@yahoo.com



CHAPTER ONE

In the decade before The Majestic became a hardcore XXX porn house, it was
evolving into such all on its own.

When it finally sold to the investor who started showing deep throat movies
instead of the third-run mediocre oldies which had kept The Majestic only
from a wrecking ball, he had to do very little with the physical theater.

Part of the reason he bought the place was because of the little he had to
do to make it more porn patron-friendly. Over the course of a decade, the
place had degenerated in such a way that its conversion to porn palace was
simply a logical conclusion.

There had already been two good-sized gloryholes in the slightly seedy
men's room situated between the theater itself and the once
Moorish-inspired, grand lobby. When he bought the place he laughed since he
knew some patrons had already been sitting in there for years rather than
taking in another run of "Abbott and Costello Meet the Mummy".

For a few years now, the back rows of the theater had been roost for some
of the most licentious acts committed by men in the entire city. And that
would just be on those days a lesser swamp monster movie would be up on the
screen.

In the years before it becoming an official XXX theater, it had rather been
such none the less.

The manager of The Majestic, although he never participated, knew all about
the sexual activities in the back rows and in the men's room. He simply
looked the other way when he realized that on some days that was the only
reason there would be any patrons in the theater. He'd even laugh to
himself knowing that few men in suits needed to see "Revenge of the
Wolfman" four times in one week.

The manager even got to the point of never turning on the house lights
after the movie. He told the projectionist to simply loop the main feature
all day from when they opened at ten in the morning until closing at
midnight.

And the men were there. It could have been enough revenue to keep the place
open and legit. But he could only sell a ticket to "Zebtron and the Mars
Girls" for so much.

The ticket clerk outside in his glass booth knew men just by their faces as
he'd sell them a ticket to the same movie over and over again throughout
the week. He knew all about what was going on inside. Some of the men would
even ask him, "So, is it a good crowd today?" which of course meant if
they'd find some play inside.

Most afternoons found a couple of dozen men, always men, piled into the
back couple of rows in the huge theater. Being in the back made those seats
quite dark since the light of the screen fell nowhere near them. And for
some men, the standees, coming in from the lobby, being in the back made
certain things "easy".

Women simply never came in. There was nothing to stop them though. The
Majestic in those final years was still a legit movie house showing
perfectly acceptable titles.

Perhaps it was the fact that the neighborhood it was in was changing or
that a big auto collision shop opened up next-door, but it got to the point
where there was barely a lady in the vicinity let alone going to see an old
Godzilla movie at The Majestic.

And the manager, seeing what was bringing the men in, rather began to
select those movies which would be appealing to males. Maybe not so much
appealing to men but less appealing to girls and women.

Yet that equation couldn't stop a kid from coming in. And sometimes boys
would come in. He couldn't stop them since the movies were legit. Even the
ticket taker didn't hesitate to sell boys tickets. He might have blinked
knowing what they might encounter once inside but he'd just smile to
himself and give the youngsters their tickets.

For the most part, to the relief of the manager, as he would look out at
the theater from his office's hidden window high above the floor, next to
the screen, he realized that while the back rows were packed with men with
their belts unbuckled, most boys liked to go all the way down front for the
movie. So he knew that most times, boys coming in weren't even aware of
what was happening in the back couple of long rows.

And the manager hadn't thought of that glitch. He couldn't keep the boys
out but he also knew that almost every man who patronized The Majestic was
there for one reason.

Word got around about The Majestic fast among men. How such things are
whispered, one can only guess. The name of the place would be scribbled
onto gas station men's room walls or adult bookstores or even through the
all male-sex network which somehow exists everywhere.

It was at first a gradual thing. A handful of men in the back row of some
screening of a bad sword and sandal movie, let their hands roam into one
another's laps. Over time, the action became bolder. An older married man
would lean over in the dark and suck down a load of cum from either man
seated beside him.

And when such begins to occur, word back then tore through like fire among
men looking for clandestine afternoon fun.

The action became bolder and the numbers of players increased. What had
started a handful of nasty men grew to be a full back row of men with their
zippers open as they'd be stroking their dick waiting for someone to give
them a hand or a mouth.

The gloryholes in the men's room appeared at this early point. Seeing the
restroom wasn't being attended to as it once had, men probably saw the
signs early on that The Majestic was on its way to being closed.

So someone took it upon himself to create two six inch gloryholes. One
between the two stalls and the other in the stall beside the urinals. That
one was a well placed gloryhole since it allowed for a great view of the
dangling dicks standing at the urinals. And it permitted the man at the
nearest urinal to simply turn his body and be pulled in through the
gloryhole.

That's right; the hole was large enough for a cocksucker to reach his hand
out enough as to pull a handsome cock in for a sucking.

And the manager knew there would that one cocksucker who would buy a
ticket, enter the lobby and never show up at a seat in the theater. One he
knew of was an older man who looked like anyone's banker or a school
Principal. He would enter and make a beeline to the men's room where he
would sit in the stall next to the urinals and suck any man looking for
some head.

The manager and the ticker clerk would joke that the man never once saw one
of the bad movies on the screen.

Over the period of just a few months, there would be afternoons when two or
three dozen men would simply have to see one of the weaker detective
thrillers from the early 50s. The manager began to like to show film noir
since the picture would reflect even less light from the screen.

Of course, no one was paying much attention to the movie. Over the film's
dialogue and occasional gunshots, one could hear the random clunk of belt
buckle or an oddly placed hushed voice of a man gutterly saying, "Yeah. Do
it buddy" emanating from the back rows.

Most of the back row action only began after the start of movie. So if
legit patrons came in only to see a movie, they wouldn't be passing any
action on their way in and to their seats. If someone only watching the
movie got up to go to the small concessions stand which remained in the
lobby, the men of the back rows would stop their head or hand actions for a
few moments.

Fortunately the back rows were in such an inky darkness that no one could
have much seen anything especially after staring at the screen.

But what became most typical was the fact there weren't many legit patrons
in the place on most days. There may have been the stray one here and there
but even that would be a man usually - maybe a lush who couldn't return to
the office after a liquid lunch or a man who stormed out of the house after
arguing with the wife.

But even the husband in that instance was more likely to show up in the
back row to blow off some steam - and right down inside a cocksucker's
throat.

Some days, after school would let out, two of three boys, all friends,
might come in. But as the neighborhood was changing from something fairly
residential to something more light-commercial, they'd be boys from one of
the old brick houses which held out here and there between storage
facilities and flooring warehouses.

The manager had once noticed a boy here or there discovered not the back
rows but instead the fun to be had in the men's room. He glanced out his
high window once to happen to see a boy of about twelve leave his three
other buddies to head up the aisle to the lobby. But the boy didn't return
for several minutes.

The manager went down to the lobby thinking perhaps something might be
wrong with the soda dispensers as had been happening more often lately. But
when he got down there and asked the concessions clerk, a man in his
mid-50s, if there had been a boy buying anything, the clerk replied,
"Nope. No one's bought anything in over an hour."

The manager then went closer to the men's room and in a deep niche, dark in
shadow, waited outside it. In only a few minutes, the men's room door
opened and the boy exited, returning to the theater.

With no one around, the manager emerged from the darkness and slowly opened
the men's room door. He caught the quick movement of a large man at the
urinals who must have been letting his cock enjoy itself in the gloryhole.

The manager felt bad that he'd interrupted the proceedings but he knew he
had to presume that the youngster who had just left must have encountered
something. He was in the men's room far too long not to have been
approached.

As he looked closely at the gloryhole, sure enough, the manager saw the
resident cocksucker must have been in the stall. He saw a bit of
shirtsleeve.

The manager stepped back and closed the door. As he turned, he almost
bumped into another of the boys who were seated way up close to the
screen. He thought it suspicious that another of the friends would have to
use the restroom but he let the boy pass him and enter as they exchanged
brief, "Excuse me" smiles.

The manager was even more curious though now to know what might be
happening inside his own theater. He may have boys and men engaging in sex,
something he had never thought about but also figured he couldn't do
anything about.

He stood in the same dark niche waiting and waiting for the boy to
exit. But he wasn't. Immediately, the manager knew there was no way someone
as young as these kids would be taking a leak for such a long time.

So he again quietly crept up to the men's room door and opened it only a
few inches. But that was enough for him to see in and for those inside to
know someone was entering.

>From where he stood, and he only caught a glimpse of it before he let the
door close without entering, the manager could see that the youngster
pulled quickly away from the gloryhole. The man at the urinals quickly
removed his hand from the boy's butt, where he obviously had been
encouraging the lad to enjoy the blowjob he was getting from someone on the
other side of it. And the manager also caught a glimpse of the resident
cocksuckers chin and open mouth at the gloryhole.

The manager wasn't utterly surprised but he had never seen anything like
that before. He had never witnessed a boy engaging in sex and never had
seen men engaging in sex with a boy.

He knew he wouldn't do anything about it. There was no reason to kick them
out or anything like that. The manager just hoped that such wouldn't get
around like he knew word did about the action in the back rows.

And as he stood outside the men's room door, he also realized that he had a
hard on inside his trousers. He didn't mind the clandestine sex happening
in the theater but he'd never participate in any of it. Being a married
man, he wouldn't think of letting the perverts grope and open his zipper.

Yet he found something oddly exciting about knowing such things were
happening. He knew he was even perhaps helping them to happen. As he stood
there with a large erection pressing at his trousers, he realized he got
off on being an enabler for other men's fun. Now he realized he was helping
some kids get off big time, as well.

Suddenly, the men's room door opened again and the boy exited, this time
not even looking at the man standing there. He darted straight back to his
seat and in only another couple of minutes, a third young boy wandered
back.

This one asked the man, who he didn't know to be the manager, "Where is
the...", before he realized he was standing just outside the men's room.

This time, the manager, with an erection in his trousers, didn't do
anything but push open the door for the boy.

"Thanks", the boy said as he went inside before the door closed behind him.

Again standing outside the men's room, the manager groped himself as he
figured he had just helped a third boy get his young rocks off in there.

And he knew that would keep the cocksucker and the other man in there
coming back every day. Hell, those two men would be there each and everyday
hoping for a repeat since they were both getting themselves so much fun in
there that afternoon.

The manager stepped away, and for the first time went into the theater,
just beyond the way in. His erection was obvious within his dress trousers
as he stood there, right next to an end seat in the back.

He stared at the screen but he knew what he was doing. He had seen many men
stand in just that spot before as he'd look out his hidden office window.

With his arms crossed in front of him, within moments, he felt something at
his crotch. He knew it was a hand. He kept looking at the screen but
allowed the hand to lightly feel around his crotch. Peripherally, he could
see there were fifteen or so men in seats in the back rows. As he let this
hand cop a feel and to stroke his erection through his pants, he noticed
that someone further down the back row went back to leaning over as to suck
on a man seated next to him.

And then the manager felt the hand on his crotch reach for his zipper
tab. It was a pro in the seat on the aisle because the man's fingers found
it and tugged it down like he's been doing it all day.

As to make it quick, the manager reached into his fly and pulled out his
fat uncut cock.  As he looked down at it, and as the cocksucker on the
aisle wasted no time in wrapping his lips around it, the manager thought of
how his cock looked like his own fathers - same sort of dick on his father
and his brothers, too. A family blessing and he always knew it. It was
thick Polish sausage this cocksucker was hungrily sucking on. He watched
the cocksucker do his work, as he knew he must have been doing all morning
and afternoon.

And the mouth was good. The cocksucker knew his business. But how could he
not? The manager knew of some men who came in and did nothing but suck
cocks from open to closing time.

>From his high hidden window, he couldn't see what was happening in rows
but he sometimes could detect the shadowy figure of man standing in the
back, in the aisle right beside the left back row seat. In the same exact
spot where he now stood. All throughout the day, a shadowy figure - always
a different one every few minutes - would be there with a mouth lip locked
around his cock.

And now the manager understood why so many of the men were finding their
way to their eighth screening of "Creatures from Hell". As he enjoyed the
expert mouth and throat suckling on his fat meat and thought of all the
other men who must have pumped a load into it, the manager lost it and
became just one more shadowy figure in the dark squirting his thick semen
for this thirsty cocksucker to drink down.

The cocksucker's fingers gently stroked the manager's large, hairy scrotum
as he sucked out every swimming sperm.

Then, satisfied, and at the same moment, realizing someone was approaching
from the lobby side, the manager stepped a foot to the left, packed up his
big meat and zipped up.

And just in time. As he stood there, the third boy returned from the men's
room and headed straight past the back rows down to the front row and his
friends.


The manager saw the boys' heads all gather closer as it was obvious they
were discussing something. In another few seconds, the last of the four
boys got up and began his trek up the aisle and to that hole his buddies
were all talking about. As the boy came closer, the manager, (as he was
certain some of the men in the back rows, too), could see the he was hard
and tenting inside his baseball pants.

He was sure that the boy didn't think anyone could possibly see that in
such a dark theater. And perhaps anywhere else, no one would have been
looking. But the twelve year old obviously didn't know that he was passing
a good dozen and a half men all basking in lurid sex within the rows he
passed.

This time, though, the cocksucker who had just sucked him off stood up. He
was a nice looking enough sort, a bit taller than the manager. With the
exception of his shirt being half unbuttoned, his trousers tented and what
looked to be semen matting the hairs on his chest, the cocksucker looked
like any man one might see in church on Sundays.

He brushed past the manager, giving his cock a good squeeze through his
trousers again as he whispered, "I think that someone needs some help
learning how to squirt sperm into a mouth" as he nodded in the direction of
where the boy had gone into the men's room.

The manager didn't join the cocksucker but did follow enough to see him
slip into the men's room a moment behind the young boy.

He stood outside the door again. His natural reflex was to glance around
hoping no one had seen the boy and then this cocksucker enter the men's
room although he knew that even if anyone could see much, none would care.

He found himself protecting he men and boy inside the men's room. Although
he had only caught a brief glimpse of movement earlier when he saw this
boy's friend pull away quickly seemingly from the large gloryhole, he
figured that the boys were taking turns getting blowjobs in there.

The manager even shook his head as he thought that it was in his movie
house, during the third run screening of a dud old movie that these boys
had probably first discovered the free blowjobs in the men's room.

He returned to the dark alcove outside the men's room and stood there
waiting to see who might exit it first. He found himself with yet another
demanding erection and he wasn't even sure of why. He had no interest
himself in homosexual acts and certainly not with young boys.

But he couldn't restrain his temptation to see what was going on inside
what had become apparently a very active tearoom in that part of the
city. What could be happening to such a youngster inside there with three
adults?

The manager was willing to look the other way if the boys all wanted the
isolated blowjob from a perverted queer man, but he sure didn't need the
trouble caused if the men were somehow harming the lad.

And with that in mind, the manager quietly went to the men's room and
slowly pushed open the door. He could see the boy standing, facing the
partition of the stall next to the urinals. On either side of the boy were
the man who had been in there for all his friends and the cocksucker from
the back row.

The trio jumped slightly when the manager came in. But just as quickly, as
the back row cocksucker recognized the interloper as being the big cocked
trade he had just sucked off in the back of the theater, he whispered
something into the boy's ear as he continued to hold his small, round ass
encouraging the boy to remain in place, feeding his young erection to the
resident cocksucker on the other side of the gloryhole.

The two men had the youngster's jeans shoved down just enough so they could
work their large hands inside the boy's undershorts. Both men were fondling
him but also holding him in place up to the hole. The cocksucker from the
back row was also reaching around the kid's front and fondling his young
scrotum where it was hanging free at the gaping gloryhole.

The manager stood there, his erection pressing at his trousers forming an
obscene tent. He didn't approach though; he stood near the sinks watching
these other men molest the boy. He couldn't believe such was happening
inside his theater. He understood that men used the gloryholes in there. He
had even instructed the janitor of the theater to not patch up the
gloryholes, to which the janitor winked at him and said, "You're a good
businessman, boss."

But he didn't think kids would be using them. and he sure never considered
the possibility that boys in to see a movie and sit in some air
conditioning on a hot afternoon would be subject to the same lascivious
actions offered to men in the back rows.

The boy glanced back, a nervous expression on his face as he realized that
yet another adult man was involved in and watching him get blowjob.

"Its okay, baby. He just wants to watch", the big man who had been in there
getting each boy to stroke his own thick, veiny shaft while he "helped
out", said to the boy. "Just enjoy that mouth sucking on you. When you're
ready, give that mouth your load just like all your buddies did."

The cocksucker from the back row, perhaps wanting a taste of the kid's cock
or wanting to be lewd for the manager at the sink, pulled the boy away and
turned his body. He took a hold of the boy's erection and showed it off to
the manager as he grinned.

The manager was surprised by how little hair there was around the boy's
very hairy and smooth erection. It wasn't huge but the boy's cock pointed
upwards toward the ceiling tiles.

As the manager noticed the resident cocksucker looking through the
gloryhole, the back row cocksucker crouched and in one gesture, swallowed
the boy's erection whole. The three men watched closely as the cocksucker's
tongue swab along the boy's nearly hairless young nuts as he sucked him
deep.

The other, large man, crushed into the boy, causing the youngster to
maintain the naive handjob he's somewhere before been introduced to giving
an adult man. The man thrust his hips in and out as his precum had lubed
the boy's fist well enough to fuck it smoothly. "Shoot you load in his
mouth, baby", the larger man whispered, not too quietly, into the boy's
ear.

The cocksucker crouching at the boy's crotch, waved for the manager to some
closer, but he wouldn't. Instead, he did unzip his slacks as it was too
much to keep his erection packed away inside his dress slacks. He knew he
would have to cum again.

As he watched the same man who blew him now suck on this young boy as
though the boy were made of candy, it caused the manager to have a powerful
erection which confused him. Why did he find such a sight, such a perverse
act, to be so exciting?

Again, the cocksucker waved for him to approach and this time he did. With
his thick, fat Polish married cock hanging out of his open fly, he stepped
up to the trio along side the partition and gloryhole.

The large man pulled back and took the boy by his wrist and guided it to
reach out to grab a hold of the manager's big hard cock.

The manager was just out of reach though. He couldn't bring himself to come
closer. This boy was years younger than his own children. How could he have
such a youngster - and a boy - wrap his small hand around his cock?

But the large man was insistent. He nodded sternly for the manager to take
a couple of steps closer to where they stood. "He's got a good grip, this
one", he said to the manager. "Your buddies were okay", he then said to the
boy. "But you got the hands of a real daddy dick wanker, baby."

The manager couldn't resist. He stepped closer and the large man wrapped
the boy's precum-lubed hand around the manager's thick, meaty uncut
cock. The manager though he might squirt his load on contact. The boy did
have and incredibly soft hand and yet it had the strength of what would be
a Little League slugger gripping a baseball bat.

The cocksucker took the opportunity and began to stroke the manager's large
hairy scrotum as it also hung fully exposed outside his trouser fly. He
then pulled his lips off the boy's erection and immediately began sucking
again on the manager's more-than-a-mouthful daddy cock.

The resident cocksucker reached through the hole and pulled the large man's
big cock into the hole.

But the cocksucker from the back row wanted more. He continued to gently
stroke the boy's erection and then pulled him closer to his mouth until the
head of his young cock was rubbing alongside his lips and the manager's
thick, wet erection.

Before he could even act, the manager saw that the cocksucker had opened
his mouth wider and sucked in the boy's cockhead. It looked as simple as
anything for the cocksucker. And the manager figured that such a queer back
row cocksucker must have a lot of experience in performing double-sucks.

But this one had his adult cock being sucked and slurped as it bumped
against the cock of a horny twelve-year-old boy. The cocksucker seemed
ravenous for blowing two cocks perhaps separated in age by a good thirty
years.

The manager felt ashamed but also couldn't keep his eyes off the
cocksucker's mouth as it hungrily pleasured the cocks of a man and boy
simultaneously.

"Fucking hot", the large man said as he leaned back some in order to watch
the obscene sight. "Look at him go...nursing on daddy and boy dicks." The
man then looked into the manager's face as he added, "He's good, isn't he?"

The manager didn't respond other than to nod. "He can blow guys like no
one's business. And this one...", the man said as he gestured to the boy,
"He's taken to being a hot little feeder like the best of us grown ups,
hasn't he?"

Suddenly, the manager could feel the boy was bracing up. He knew what it
meant. And so did the cocksucker from the back row. The manager tried,
however weakly, to pull out of the shared mouth, in order to let the kid
cum, but their cocksucker was having none of that. He firmly held both
cocks in his mouth as they awaited the boy's orgasm.

It was at this same point that the large man also recognized the signs of a
kid on the verge of ejaculating.

"Blow it right down his throat, baby", he whispered into the kid's ear, and
yet in a voice for all the men to hear. "Just let that young stud prick rip
a load into that slut perv throat."

The large man pulled away from the gloryhole so that the cocksucker on the
other side could also watch the scene.

"Have him squirt a bit into the hole, too", the large man said to the
cocksucker blowing the manager and the boy. "He's gotten all this one's
buddies' loads; he needs to taste some sperm out of this kid, too."

With that, the young boy's entire body braced and looked almost frozen. But
the men, especially the cocksucker on his young erection all knew what was
taking place. For the fourth time in less than an hour, a man was feeding
off the young sperm of a twelve-year-old boy new to tearoom action.

And the manager could not only see but could feel the youngster's warm
semen flood his own cock also within the cocksucker's mouth. He closed his
eyes in shame and excitement as he realized his cock was being coated in
the semen of a young boy.

Quickly, before the back row cocksucker got too greedy and drained the boy
of every shot, the large man, like a big gym coach, pulled the boy over to
the gloryhole and quickly jammed his ejaculating into the hole and directly
into the waiting, open - and most hungry -mouth of the resident cocksucker
on the other side of the partition.

That queer cocksucker got the final squirt of the youngster's semen. It
wasn't much but it was plenty. The resident cocksucker gulped down the
kid's sperm at the same time as the back row cocksucker was also gulping
down the same load of sperm from the same kid.

And that made the manager lose it. He gripped the cocksucker from the back
row's ears and rammed his fat cock deep and hard down into his heavily used
and well lubed throat before busting a second nut into it.

And the cocksucker didn't miss a beat. He gulped and swallowed this other
load of cum as though he could go on drinking warm, thick semen all day
long.

The manager had his eyes closed as he let his balls unload freely but he
was thinking that he couldn't fucking get his wife to eat cum to save her
life and here were two men hungry to eat the baby batter out of every man
in the city, no questions asked.

So he figured, he might as well use it. If these queers want to drink down
the breeder milk from other men, strangers, any guy with a dick hanging
out, let them. The manager released his second load into the second man to
suck his cock. He had never had a homosexual encounter ever before in his
life and now, within only thirty or so minutes, he had two men suck his
cock, each eating a load of his married semen. And he had helped to molest
a boy with a fourth man.

He pulled his thick daddy cock out of the cocksucker's mouth at the same
moment as the boy pulled away from the gloryhole.

The each moved to the sinks, but each to a different sink as they closed up
their pants. Neither looked at the other but they knew they had had their
erect penises pressed against one another within a single mouth. The
manager shook his head as he realized he had had this youngster's sperm
squirted all over his own cock.

The manager and the boy left at the same time. The manager reflexively
returned to Management mode, in fact, as they did so. He held open the door
for boy as they exited. And it was then that he realized how much taller he
was than the kid. And how it really was just a kid he and the other man had
just had sex with.

The boy bee lined it then directly back into the theater. The manager
lagged behind slightly, but could see the kid join his buddies again all
the way down front. The other three leaned in for a moment and then gave
the boy a discreet high five, thinking no one in the place would know what
they were talking about.

As the manager stood in the back again, a hand found itself on his crotch
once again. He had nearly forgotten that more and more often of late, there
was always some man in that end seat ready to play with and suck any cock
coming in.

He glanced down and it was too dark to make out much of who it was
squeezing his thick but flaccid dick through his trousers. The man was
wearing an Irish cap and that was all the manager could really make out. He
patted the man's hand though, in a nice manner, as to let him know he
wasn't interested at the moment. For a while, he was tapped out of cum. He
had never received two blowjobs and fed his cum within thirty minutes
before.

Instead he stepped away just as the movie on the screen was coming to an
end. He had seen or heard the movie sixteen times already and knew every
line of dialogue of it.

As he headed back to the lobby, where the stairs were located to his upper
level office, he bumped into two of the men from the men's room. The back
row cocksucker and the large man were standing in a corner whispering.

The manager passed them but only nodded.

"That was fun", the large man whispered in his deep voice.

As the manager looked closer, although it was dimly lit back there, he
could see that the cocksucker was massaging the large man's cock through
his pants as they talked.

Suddenly, the four boys came tromping through the area, having left just as
the credits began to roll on the screen. Although the management had quit
bringing up the house lights or telling people to leave after one showing,
they didn't make such an announcement. So naive patrons like these boys
would leave after a show as they would in any other movie theater.

The boys were talking and laughing but it stopped abruptly when they came
upon the men. The four boys clammed up and if it hadn't been so dark, one
would have sworn one could see their cheeks all blush as they hurried past
to the lobby and out to the sidewalk where it was still sunny outside.

"That second boy had a cock on him like a fucking horse", the large man
laughed as they could see that no one else was leaving while the loop of
trailers began again on the screen.

"Huge dick", the man repeated.

"Sorry I missed that. But this last one, wow. And how young they were", the
back row cocksucker said.

"No more than thirteen, I'm guessing", the large man stated as he let the
cocksucker massage his cock some more. He then turned to the manager and
asked, "How about you? How old you think they were?"

The manager shrugged as he mumbled, "Hard to tell."

"I'd guess twelve, maybe even eleven", the cocksucker said.

"I'd think twelve", the manager said as he thought about what his own sons
looked like at that age. He said it aloud but didn't know why he was
helping these two perverts figure out how old those boys were. Just hearing
his own voice admit they were so young made him cringe.

"Not many pubes on that last one", the cocksucker said. "I agree. Maybe
twelve. But a big load for that age. Sweet and creamy. I can still taste
it."

The manager had too much and nodded again as he went back into the lobby,
leaving the two men to their own device, which he was sure would lead them
again to the back rows and the other dozen men gathered in those seats.

And sure enough they did. Minutes after returning to his upper office, he
glanced out his hidden window and saw the large man standing in the back
with two shadowy figures crouching at his crotch.

On his desk were the orders for upcoming movies he could rent. He scanned
the titles always, never wanting anything which might appeal to girls or
women. Over a year before, he had discontinued ordering any tear-jerker
melodrama. He knew to avoid any title which could be considered a quality
classic.

And yet he never wanted to screen movies which were campy, even if in the
horror genre. He knew that sometimes, those titles could bring out the
teens on date night.

And such decisions were a part of the not too slow decline of The
Majestic. The manager had begun selecting low quality movies or movies
which could appear on late, late, late movie television. But being so
obscure or bad, they wouldn't.

After the encounter in the men's room, whether it was subconscious or not,
he checked for another bad sword and sandal film. Although increasingly no
one really watched the film on screen, he knew such brought out men into
male bodies and boys into adventure.

And that seemed to be the route which The Majestic was going anyway. So the
choice made sense.










CHAPTER TWO




In the following two weeks the manager never noticed another kid coming
in. He even innocently asked both the ticket cashier and the guy who worked
Concessions.

They both laughed and asked him if the men in the back rows were looking
for some.

The manager laughed, too, making off as though he had never engaged in a
sex act with a youngster in his own theater restroom.

"No, I was about to select some additional titles for a next quarter", he
lied to them before the doors opened that morning.

"Haven't noticed any", the ticket cashier said again. "There's been a real
drop off in business all the way around though."

"Except in the over thirty male demographic you mean," the Concessions man
chuckled. "I guess..." he said as he made a lewd jerking motion with his
right fist, "...makes a lot of guys thirsty. We've been doing pretty good
business on cold drinks."

The manager held up his hand as though he didn't want to hear more. He
continued to play the hand that such were only rumors about the back
rows. He wanted to maintain that image. After all, it was, "Zombie Robots
Meet the Genie" playing up on the screen and not some XXX flick.

As he returned to his upper office, the manager figured that it was true,
business had dropped off, except for certain types of men looking for
something extra with their movie. And even the four boys that day two weeks
early was a fair rarity.

And when he had gone home that evening after the encounter with the
twelve-year-old in the men's room, he looked at his son, already eighteen
and in his second semester at city college, and figured that it was
probably common for boys to not run back out of some embarrassment.

Or perhaps the four boys couldn't manage to take in a show all at the same
time again. And there is strength in numbers when you're that age.

As the phone began to ring at the same moment that The Majestic's doors
opened that day, the manager had to laugh at himself. He wasn't even
certain why he much cared or was asking about such a thing. He wasn't into
homosexual activity or boys. And yet as he wondered, he found himself,
quite absently-mindedly groping his fat meat through his trousers.

He stopped quite abruptly, as it disturbed him to think he might be aroused
by thoughts of such lewd acts as had occurred that day.

As he took the phone call, he paced some and glanced out the hidden window
which looked out onto the theater floor. While a distributor in the city
went on about some three for one deal he was offering, the manager could
see it would be one more day of depraved homosexual activities in those
dark, long back rows. The place wasn't open even three minutes and already
five or six men were seated close to one another in the back row.

While listening to the brash voice on the other end of the call, the
manager listened but took another look out the window. He could see, as
usual, a shadowy figure in that back row seat on the end, on the aisle. He
knew another cocksucker was there, just as one was every day, probably
hungry for anonymous men in the dark to come stand along side of him.

He again, pawed his crotch as he recognized that his cock was growing
erect. "Shit", he muttered to himself. He had been so good staying away
from that shit these past two weeks. He had avoided even going near the
men's room or the back of the theater as he went about business as
usual. He couldn't become another of those men he saw all day, every day,
using the mouths of strange men for perverted relief.

But he was erect as he looked out the window and could see that one shadowy
figure in the back row end seat now did have some tall figure standing
right beside him. He could almost make out his hand squeezing the figure in
the crotch region. As the manager strained his eyes to see into the very
dark back rows, he couldn't see action but knew another man sat on the
cocksucker's other side.

The manager glanced at the clock on his office wall and shook his head as
he lightly squeezed his own crotch. "Shit", he mumbled to himself. "10:11
a.m. and these queers are all ready to service any cock straining inside a
pair of trousers."

Even if they can't see the men attached to them, the manager knew that
these cocksuckers who this week flocked to the showing of "Arrows and
Rifles" were hungry to suck on cock.

And the cocks were right there to be sucked.

Fortunately or not, the morning became busy with phone calls and although
he massaged his own cock through his trousers for a while, soon the manager
became distracted by phone call with a contractor who was suppose to fill a
pot hole in the parking lot behind the theater.

Time flew by and he went out for lunch. As he was out in the warm sunshine,
he wondered how he could be so seduced into doing what he had done in that
men's room. But he felt that way whenever he was outside the theater during
lunch time. It made what happened inside the air conditioned darkness of
those back rows and in that increasingly seedy men's room seem almost
surreal.

While he ate a gyros and fries at his favorite local Greek diner a block
away, he watched out the window as an old lady pulled her groceries in her
basket down the sidewalk. Then he saw a mother with her little kids. A
couple of them were school age but then the manager remembered it was
George Washington's Birthday. School kids had the day off.

Then he noticed several construction crew workers walk past in a group. And
then a well groomed older man in a banker's overcoat passed the window. He
was slightly out of place since there were few such businesses in the
immediate area.

As he took a bite of his gyros, it occurred to the manager, that the man in
the banker's coat was headed in the direction of The Majestic. Although
half the people were headed in that direction, there was something about
that one passer-byer.

The manager then remembered why. He had seen the man, although never so
clearly before, standing in the back of the theater. He was a regular to be
back there letting the queers suck on his cock.

Funny. The manager had barely given consideration that the patrons of his
theater had a life outside of the dark. Of course, he knew that they
did. But to see one of those shadowy figures walk past him, so clear in the
light of two in the afternoon, still caught him off guard.

And made his heart pound slightly harder. He also knew those perverted
cocksuckers swallowing every load of cum they could get to shoot into their
throats were also "out here" when not at The Majestic. Those men could be
anywhere in the city plying their trade.

And the men who were learning they could get great head at The Majestic
were also "out here" before going "there". They were just the regular guys
of the city until they bought themselves that ticket for one. The manager
realized as he looked at all the people, the men, passing by, that any of
them, half of them, could be the shadowy figures in the back rows. For the
first time, he let his eyes drop as he watched the crotches of passing
strangers. He wondered if any of those headed east, in the direction of The
Majestic, were erect.

He never before considered that. But it made sense that if they were
looking for lurid, anonymous action they may be trying to hide the fact
they're aroused as they make their way to the place they heard could
provide them some relief.

He saw some prominent crotches but none he could determine for sure to be
erect. Yet it occurred to him the reason why it seemed sometimes that so
many of the men at The Majestic, especially those there to feed the queers
might be wearing trench coats or banker's coats.

He noticed that with the man who had passed and the large man who had
molested that boy with the him and the others that day in the men's room.

None of that mattered, of course. It was simply his mind's way f drifting
off as it was again becoming aroused by thoughts of those mouths sucking
for sperm in the back rows and in that dirty bathroom. The manager dawdled
in finishing his lunch since he couldn't stand up until his big daddy
erection subsided some. He was stuck in his seat in the window until he got
his mind onto what he needed to get done once back at the theater.

Finally he could get up and paid the cashier who knew him by name and for
years.

The manager stepped back out into the unseasonably warm sunshine. And he
was fine as he headed back to The Majestic. But as he opened a locked front
which was situated beside the glass ticket booth, he saw five men in line,
all waiting to get in. He rarely took the time to look at the men who
would, most likely constitute a few more horny bodies in the back rows, and
as he casually glanced at them, feigning a struggle with the key, he
realized they were all rather decent looking, maybe even good looking men.

The five standing there weren't together. They acted as though they didn't
even the others although the ticket cashier and the manager both knew that
these men would probably be having sex with one another in just another few
minutes.

The manager, trying not to be obvious, guessed them from being between
thirty and sixty-five. Any one of them could have come from buying new
tires, from church, from work, from dropping the wife off at the hair
dressers.

The manager went inside and immediately, those feelings returned as the
scent of the theater hit him. And that chill of the air conditioning,
too. But it was when he saw another two men, each separately, standing at
the Concessions stand that his mind and his cock returned to thoughts about
what those mouths in the back rows could do for a man.

One of the men waiting at the Concessions counter was standing in such a
way as to be in perfect profile. The manager could see the obviously
enormous penis which pressed out the fabric of the man's slacks. The patron
just stood there, looking at the menu board behind the Concessions clerk.

But the manager, and anyone looking, knew this man must be feeding his big
cock to others inside the theater. The manager could even see that the
man's zipper wasn't quite pulled up completely.

The manager shook his head as he had a choice. He was going to head up the
stairs to his office. But suddenly, he had this impulse to check out what
might be happening in the back of the theater. He knew he could go up to
his office and get a shadowy glimpse, and a full idea of the extent of
action that afternoon.

But as his own cock tented inside his trousers, he was pulled to check
things out for himself. Without even realizing he had decided, the manager
went through the inner lobby doors to the lounge area where the restrooms
were located this side of the theater.

He was a tall man with a mustache and in a full suit and tie standing
outside the men's room door. He nodded at the manager but just stood there
as he smoked a cigarette.

The manager nodded back. Although smoking had once been off limits, that
rule had come to an end as yet another sign of The Majestic's decline.

He glanced at the mustachioed man's crotch and it seemed prominent even in
the dark blue of his suit and in the dim light of the lounge area. But it
caused the manager to wonder what, if anything might be happening inside
the men's room.

As he approached, the mustachioed man said, "Kind of slow in there."

The manager knew to what the man eluded but acted as though he didn't. He
opened the men's room door and could immediately see that no one was at the
sinks of the urinals. But someone was in that first stall nearest the
urinals. That was usual though. The manager looked down and could even
identify the cocksucker's shoes. It was what he, the ticket cashier, the
Concessions guy and the janitor all had been calling the resident
cocksucker. He was there nearly every day.

The manager stepped up to the urinal next to the gloryhole and unzipped his
trousers. For some reason, it aroused him to know a hungry pervert, someone
sucking on and eating cum from every cock, was looking at him as so much
more meat to suck on.

And sure enough, as he pissed into the urinal, the manager saw an eye
staring at his cock through that nasty gloryhole. He shook his cock a few
times and then saw a finger at the hole. He might not have known what that
meant had he not known it was the actions of an insatiable cocksucker. He
knew it was and invitation to be yet another cock to feed the hungry toilet
queer.

He shook his fat, uncut cock some more, allowing it to grow fully erect. As
the manager stepped back slightly to give the cocksucker a good view, the
man's hand came out of the hole and tried to grasp it.

The manager turned and allowed this unseen stranger's hand to pull his cock
into the gloryhole. He looked down as his cock throbbed in this disembodied
hand. The manager knew that sex could never be so anonymous and impersonal
as was this. But that is exactly what he thought to be the cause of his
intense erection.

The mouth was like warm velvet. The manager had to catch his breath even
and breathe in as to try to control himself from cumming in the expert
mouth upon contact.

"Shiiit", the manager mumbled as he had nearly forgotten how incredible
these queer dicksuckers mouths were. But he knew that these men were
sucking cocks all day long and every day of every week and all their lives
more than likely. They should be incredible.

As the manager repositioned himself as to pull out his big scrotum and get
a better line up with the gloryhole, he wondered how many cocks this mouth
must have sucked off. How many loads of cum had been blown down this guy's
throat?

Just as he was thinking that, the sucking stopped. But he could feel that
the cocksucker wasn't letting go. The manager sensed he was getting a
handjob suddenly.

A moment later, it was warm, wet lips wrapping themselves around his Polish
daddy shaft again. And he lunged in as deeply as he could through the
hole. The resident cocksucker took it all without a moment of trouble or a
sound. His throat was obviously trained over years and who knows how many
different cocks to take anything a man could give it.

Then, suddenly, once again, it became a handjob again.

Just as he pulled away from the hole, to look in, the men's room door
opened. Facing his urinal, the manager could see it was the mustachioed man
who had entered. The man strode up to the urinal beside the manager and
unzipped his suit trousers.

There were never any modesty panels between the urinals and so
peripherally, the manager could see that one of the longest cocks he had
ever seen was hanging from the fly of the mustachioed man's slacks.

And he noticed that the man wasn't urinating. Instead, the man slowly
wagged his huge cock and said, "I think he wants some more."

The manager looked at him as to ask 'Who wants what?'

But as he did, he could see the man was indicating in the direction of the
gloryhole. Again, he said, "Looks like he's wanting more."

As the manager glanced to his left, he could see that the cocksucker had
his mouth wide open to the gloryhole and his broad, fleshy wet tongue was
flipping back and forth like a baby chick looking for big, thick worms to
eat.

Spotting the manager's hesitancy, the huge cocked man stepped away from his
urinal and stepped right up to the gloryhole himself. He didn't even need
to press in close to the partition in order for his wide mushroom head to
enter the resident cocksucker's mouth.

"Got to keep the cocksuckers happy", the man said as he threaded more of
his big cock down into the unseen throat. He then groaned slowly as he
muttered, "Daaamn, these guys know what they're doing..."

The manager managed a guttural, "Yeah."

"You try him?", the mustachioed man asked in a low voice.

The manager figured there was not much need to lie so he nodded.

"I figured", the man replied. "Good piece of meat you got there, too. They
like the big ones, don't they, these queers."

"I suppose", the manager said, never having given that much thought.

"This one's been sitting in here sucking everything coming at him, I
think", the mustachioed man said as he pulled back as to give the manager a
good look at how his thick long shaft was all shiny and wet in the
cocksucker's saliva.

He then shoved deep and hard back into the mouth as he groaned, "Nothing
better than fucking cum-dump throat."

The manager mumbled as he turned his body and found himself masturbating
openly in front of other men for the second day of his forty-something
years. He couldn't help himself. Seeing the well hung man sticking his cock
into a wall and knowing he was feeling the same incredible sucking
sensations as he had just been enjoying, put him into breeder mode.

"He must suck a lot of them", the manager said, as though afraid to hear
his own voice. "He almost got my nut with the first touch of his tongue."

"Damn", the mustachioed man replied as he held onto the top of the stall
partition for support. "Can't imagine how much dick some of these queers
must blow through. Cum-dumps like this? His belly is probably swimming in
sperm with all the cocks that unload through this hole. Every time I'm
here, this same guy is sucking down loads like he's a permanent part of the
plumbing in here."

"I think he was sucking cocks when I was in here a couple of weeks ago,
too", the manager said, not wanting to give away the fact that he knew more
or that he managed the theater.

"I've knocked up his mouth in seed so many times over the past year, he's
seen more of my cum than my wife has", the big cocked man laughed. "Its
slow today but I've been in here some evenings and there can be ten guys in
here waiting for use of his cum-dump mouth."

Suddenly he pulled away from the wall.

"He's busy on the other side, too", the mustachioed man casually said to
the manager as he let his huge cock just hang there, hard as steel and wet
in lurid slut saliva.

"What do you mean?", the manager asked, having forgotten for a moment there
were two gloryholes in this men's room.

"On his other side. In the other stall", the mustachioed man
whispered. "He's blowing another one, too. Look."

With that, the manager leaned down and peeked through the gloryhole. Sure
enough, this nice looking middle aged man was all over another cock - a
thick cock poking in at him through the gloryhole drilled between the men's
room's two stalls.

"These cum-dumps love to man two holes, suck three dicks, five dicks,
twenty dicks", the mustachioed man said as he casually went around the
corner and lightly wrapped on the resident cocksucker's door. "Open up", he
whispered.

As the manager continued to look through the gloryhole, he saw that without
stopping his service to the third cock, the cocksucker reached up and
unlatched his door. Then, through the gloryhole, he saw how the mustachioed
man had just gone right into the stall and stuck his huge cock into the
cocksucker's face.

Not missing a beat, the resident cocksucker pulled his lips off the cock in
the hole and slipped them easily around the wrist thick shaft of the man
standing in front of him.

Suddenly, three thick, long fingers, those of the mustachioed man, came
thumping on the empty hole which the manager was peering through.

He stood up as he knew the signal and the big fingers pulled his fat cock
through the gloryhole. In seconds, the manager again felt the wet, hungry
sucking mouth of the cocksucker on his erection. This queer was blowing
three men at the same time, surrounded by dicks sticking into his face. He
probably didn't even know what he or the man at the other gloryhole looked
like and yet he was hungry for their semen, the reproductive fluids out of
their balls.

As he stood like that, pressed to the gloryhole, a queer sucking on his
meat like he wasn't going to let go until he got something warm to drink
out of it, the men's room door opened.

The manager turned suddenly but couldn't quite move. Between the cocksucker
keeping a solid lip lock on his fat shaft, another hand had been on it
holding it as if to feed it to the cocksucker.

The manager closed his eyes in embarrassment to have been caught that
way. But he is heart went to this throat when he saw it was the theater's
janitor standing there.

The janitor had worked almost as long as did the manager. And although he
knew that the janitor also knew all about the gloryholes, the manager could
have died inside now knowing that one of his employees witnessed him in
such a lewd act.

But instead of being shocked, the janitor simply left the wheeled mop pail
next to the sinks and slowly approached his boss.

"Shit", he whispered. "Its that one always in there?", he asked of the
manager.

"I guess", the manager said, his face all red as he still couldn't easily
pull away from the gloryhole.

"He's in here all the time", the janitor whispered. "Sucks dick like no
one's business."

As he spoke, the janitor squeezed his crotch right through his gray
coveralls.

He then leaned in closer and looked down at the space between the gloryhole
and his boss's crotch.

"Wow", he laughed softly. "You got a nice one", he whispered as he caught a
glimpse of the manager's shaft.

With that, the manager retracted his cock from the hole.

"You cum?", the janitor whispered to him.

The manager shook his head. "He's busy."

"Huh?", the janitor asked before crouching to take a look through the
gloryhole. After a moment, he looked up and grinned, "Shit, three dicks at
a time?"

"Yeah", the manager said as he stroked his cock as to keep it from getting
soft now that he was made nervous.

But his embarrassment subsided as the janitor, a man he's worked with for
several years already, winked at him quickly before unzipping the front of
his coveralls.

"This one sucks me every day", he admitted as he then quickly unbuttoned
his jeans. "Hottest fucking mouth ever."

The manager didn't want to look but had to look. He didn't know why but he
wanted to see what else the cum-dump resident cocksucker would be sucking
that afternoon - and what his employee's cock looked like.

It was a fine, uncut cock the janitor sported, with big, low hanging
nuts. "He loves drinking juice out of these", the janitor whispered with
another wink as he bounced his nuts with the palm of his right hand for a
second. "And they're full this afternoon. The damn bitch at home and me
been fighting since last night."

As he watched, the manager couldn't believe how he was looking at the erect
cock of one of his employees. And he was only inches from it. He never in a
million years thought he'd ever be in a situation where he was also showing
his own erection to other men, let alone, one of his employees.

As he watched, he could see the resident cocksucker was aware he had a
fourth man looking for his cum-slut mouth. The manager watched the
gloryhole as the cocksucker's fingers ran around the edges of the it and
then stuck out his tongue. What the manager thought was semen on it, was.

As the janitor stepped right up to the hole and into the mouth open for
public use, the man who had been in the second stall exited. The manager
and the janitor both looked over as this tall, slim, non-descript thirty
year old in a warm up jacket passed by quickly, and then passed the sinks
or washing his hands as he hightailed it out of the restroom.

The janitor pointed to the gloryhole and whispered to the manager, "That
was his cum on his tongue, I bet."

With that, he moaned as the cocksucker was doing something to his
erection. "Shit", the janitor whispered. "You want some more of this?"

Before his boss could reply, the janitor pulled his cock out of the
gloryhole.

"When these cocksuckers get their mouths all slick in other guys' cum?",
the janitor stated. "Best blowjob ever. Sloppy second, tenths, whatever
they can't be beat."

As the manager took position again and was being sucked, the janitor
grinned and whispered, "Good, isn't it? I cum in this cocksucker every
fucking day. Hell, I've even use it a couple times a day when he's camped
out in there. I just mop around his feet after I'm done."

That got the manager to lose his load. As the janitor peeped into the stall
on the door side of it, the manager knew he was probably watching the
cocksucker drinking down on his cumload.

"He lives for the cum shot", the janitor whispered with a grin as he gave
his boss the thumb's up. It was obvious that he could see that the
cocksucker was drinking down more sperm.

As the manager pulled away, he quickly packed his fat, now slightly
sensitive penis back into his pants. The embarrassment returned although he
knew it was silly.

The janitor, his cock still hanging out of his jeans and the open coveralls
came close to him as he headed to the sinks.

"That other guy in there", he said to the manager. "That big guy in the
stall with him...he was in here one night with about ten guys sucking on
him. You see his cock? He's huge. He's always in the back row letting
anyone suck on it. He shoots a bucket of cum. Check it out."

Although he was planning to zip up and exit, the manager was tempted. He
didn't know why since he wasn't homosexual. What did he much care how much
semen this other man could shoot? Why should he care really to see some
perverted queer older man drinking the stuff down?

But he again could not resist this new temptation with which he's been
struggling since discovering the pleasure shared secretly between men.

With the janitor he returned to the gloryhole. The janitor then went around
to the empty stall to look in using the other gloryhole. Peeping into the
resident cocksucker's stall again, the manager witnessed one of the most
incredible throat fuckings he had ever seen, even the raunchiest of stag
films.

The mustachioed man stood before him and thread and then rammed his huge,
wrist-thick cock straight down the cocksucker's throat. One could see the
cocksucker's Adam's apple bob obscenely with every plunge. But he never
choked, gagged or made much of a sound other than some utterly lurid
suctioning sounds.

The mustachioed man then pulled himself back so the wide mushroom head of
his penis was directly on the lips and tongue of the cocksucker sitting
before him.

Much to the manager's surprise, the man's cock began to shoot white, thick
semen which looked more like a hose blasting into the cocksucker's
mouth. It happened so suddenly and there was so much semen, he had never
seen anything like it. He barely knew other men could shoot so much cum. Of
course, he didn't have much experience with other men in orgasm. But it
seemed this man was shooting stunning amounts of seed into the cocksucker
who seemed to be delighting in the ropes of breeder milk being fed to him.

"Shit", the manager could even here the janitor mutter from the other stall
as he, too, apparently was greatly impressed by the "live cum guzzling peep
show" before them.

After blasting two or three huge volleys of very white, heavy-looking semen
into the cocksucker's open mouth, the mustachioed man again grabbed his
head. He shoved his massive cock back down into the older man's throat
where he apparently pumped off a few more rounds of his potable DNA right
into the guy's cum-sloshy belly.

The manager watched and as the mustachioed man began to withdraw his big
cock from the cum-dump's mouth, the resident cocksucker leaned to his right
and without a pause wrapped his lips around the janitor's cock now poking
in at him through the other gloryhole.

Noticing the mustachioed man had already tucked his large penis back into
his suit slacks, the manager quickly stood up. Although everyone in the
room knew what was up and what the other men were doing, and had fucked
this cocksucker's same throat, he still didn't want to be caught looking to
be too enthusiastic at looking at the homosexual activities between other
men.

As he went over to the sinks, the manager heard the stall open. The tall
mustachioed man quickly made his way to his side at another sink.

As they each washed their hands, the man looked into the mirrors and with
the least smile on his lips, said, "I love making a deposit inside these
cum-dumps..."

"Yeah", the manager muttered as he turned off the faucets on his
sink. "He's more than good."

"Oh, isn't that true", the mustachioed man said as he, too, shut off his
water. He ten nodded in the direction of the stalls. "How could he not be?
He's slobbering on another one. He'll probably be in here five hours from
now, too. These are pros."

"I guess you could say that", the manager replied as he wiped his hands
with a paper towel. He hated to admit it, but he thought he could actually
go another round in that mouth. His slacks grew taut as he spoke to this
other man. For the manager, it was strange to be chit chatting about such
things and with another man. And this was a man whom the manager had just
watched ejaculate ropes of semen into a gulping mouth.

He hated to admit it but he couldn't stop his eyes from dropping down to
the mustachioed man's crotch.

He didn't think so but the man did notice.

"They love this", the man said as he lewdly groped himself through his suit
slacks. "You ever go to the back...in the theater?", he asked the
manager. Clearly, he was completely unaware the he was speaking to the
manager of The Majestic.

"Once", the manager said, figuring what was the point in lying.

"Some damn good mouths back there sometimes", the mustachioed man
said. "Best fucking head in the city can be in those back two rows. I come
in and they go wild for this", he added as he again openly groped
himself. "Come to the back in a few minutes and I'll show you."

The manager didn't answer one way or the other. He had to get back to his
office and thought, if he had to, he'd check it out through his hidden
window up there.

Besides, he didn't want to be pulled into all that went on in the theater's
back rows. He wasn't a homosexual and all that was happening was off the
record. He wasn't running a porn palace even if that's how some of its
patrons were acting in the dark.

Instead, the manager smiled and said he'd be seeing the man. He figured he
would if the man came in as often as he claimed.

When he left the men's room, the mustachioed man was right behind him. As
he went back toward the lobby, he saw the man head the other way and into
the theater.

The manager shook his head in amusement and disgust. He could figure that
the queers couldn't get enough cock and cum. Since he was young, it was
always rumored and then joked about how the queers could spend their lives
sucking dick.

But what was beginning to amaze the manager were all the men who equally
seemed to like having their dick sucked by strangers and all the time. As
he headed up the staircase to the upper level of The Majestic, his cock was
feeling a twinge of arousal once again. He shook his head thinking of how,
already, that huge hung mustachioed man was probably back inside the
theater, his trousers unzipped by someone and putting his meat into mouths
again.

Yet as he felt his own cock thicken, the manager was beginning to
understand the lure such cocksuckers were to cocks. And by the time he got
back to his office, he wondered why he hadn't tagged along with the
mustachioed man in order to help him feed the queers.

As the phone rang, he picked it up but went to the hidden window. It was
his wife. As he spoke to her about what he wanted for dinner that night, he
peeked out over the theater. Telling her he didn't much care, he was
secretly scanning his eyes over the inky dark of the back and groping
himself without thinking.

Then he spotted what had to have been the mustachioed man. Although it was
very dark along the back rows, he could just make out the shadowy figure of
a very tall man standing in the middle of the back row. Surely, he was
being sucked on by some unseen man who sat in the seat before him.

As his wife talked, he could make out the movement of what seemed to be the
men in seats on either side of that cocksucker. They were feeling up the
mustachioed man. That had to be what they were doing based on their shadowy
gestures.

Then as his wife was asking why he sounded so disinterested, he spotted the
tall shadowy figure move one seat over. Clearly, the mustachioed man was
feeding another of the men. He then said goodbye to his wife. After he hung
up the phone, he watched for another few minutes as the mustachioed made it
way down the back row, stopping at almost every seat along his way.

By this time, the manager was sporting another raging erection. Then
movement caught his eye and he could see the janitor headed to the front of
the theater. He obviously had finished feeding the resident cocksucker and
was back on the job. Since the houselights never went on, the janitor had
to sometimes check the floors throughout the day, in the dark.

It was while watching his employee going down the front row checking all
the empty seats that the manager noticed he stopped all the way at the
furthest end of that row.

He saw the janitor standing there, along the wall or what would have been
the seat against the wall. The way the light from the movie screen fell,
the seats on the end all up and down the rows were rather left in some
measure of shadow.

Had he not looked out the window as he did, in order to see the mustachioed
man in his daily lurid practice, he might have missed seeing the janitor.

But now he stood in his hidden perch watching and wondering what the
janitor was doing. The manager thought that perhaps he was taking a rest or
perhaps, from the shadows, looking up the nearly empty rows of theater
seats to the back. Perhaps the janitor was watching the action in the back
rows from a distance and from a hidden place, just as was he was.

But then he noticed a hand place itself on the left hip of the janitor as
he stood in place. The manager looked more closely and yes, it was
definitely a hand, the hand of someone sitting in the seat in front of
which the janitor stood. The manager rolled his eyes as he became keenly
aware that within only minutes of the escapade in the men's room, the
janitor was receiving yet another blowjob from someone.

But he couldn't make out who it might be. For a fleeting moment, the
manager thought it might be a woman. He knew such would be quite strange
but the hand looked so small and somehow delicate.

Few women came in and the manager feared that perhaps the activities in the
rows of The Majestic were beginning to get out of hand if they were now
attracting female whores or prostitutes plying their trade.

He got on the phone and dialed the front ticket window.

"Yo' sir?", the ticket clerk answered as he could see it was a call from
the manager.

"Yeah, uh, listen", the manager stammered, not know how to ask if any
females had bought a ticket that afternoon without sounding
suspicious. "How's box office today?"

"Oh, it's so-so", the ticker cashier replied. "Seen better, seen worse."
The man then laughed as he added, "It picked up a whole lot during these
guys' lunch time, of course."

"Any, uh...", the manager asked, "Oddballs or others we should be aware
of?"

"Oh man", the ticket cashier laughed. "Ain't they all? I can't think of
nobody really out of the ordinary. You know resident you-know-what's been
here since opening. And that one who's always in the back. Some of the guys
call him Horse. Other than that, pretty standard...no, on second
thought..."

"What?", the manager asked, certain he would say some hooker came through -
what had to be the hooker working in the front row.

"Man, how could I forget?", the ticket cashier said. "Around noon, some
kid, a real little guy came in. He was so fuckin' cute, I didn't even see
him standing outside the ticket window here until he stood on his tippy
toes."

"A kid?", the manager asked.

"Yeah. A boy", the ticket cashier replied. "Oh, a little guy of maybe five
or six at most..."

"Alone?", the manager asked.

"Yeah. I even asked him if he was there with like his mother or
somebody. But he was alone when I seen him", the ticket cashier
answered. "He asked for just one ticket. Hell, he even gave me two quarters
since it was just for a child's ticket. Is there some problem or
something?"

'No, no", the manager was quick to reply. "No problem. I was only curious
about how sales have been today. Listen I got to go..." . And with that, he
hung up the receiver.

He then went back to his hidden window and looked out again, the janitor
was aggressively holding the head of someone close to his crotch as he
quite apparently was ejaculating.

'Naw', the manager said to himself as he stared closer into the shadows,
'Couldn't be. That can't be a little boy doing that. Could it?'



TO BE CONTINUED
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