The Stranger Than Fiction Department
Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.
Synopsis: A desperate teenage girl decides to sneak into an adult theater
for a little sex education.
Story Codes: M/f, first, oral, public
Note: AI snuck into a porn theater when I was fifteen, but I wasn't by
myself.
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Gayle's Scene
by rache
I had a plan.
I was 15 and weird, everyone said so. Even my parents and my shrink. I'd had a friend, an older guy named Erich. He'd told me anyone who thought a 15 year old needed a psychiatrist needed a psychiatrist. He'd joined the Marines though and now he was in Iraq, and nobody else liked me. I acted like a boy, not a girl, and for awhile that had been okay. But not in high school. I was tall and thin, with growing tits and a clear face. Everyone tried to change me so I'd be pretty, whatever that means, but I was just interested in sex mostly. Not like regular sex though. More like guy sex, I don't know. I guess I just wanted to check guys out all the time.
Erich and I just mostly hung out until he left. Once in awhile he'd kiss me, but I always laughed when he did. I felt scared when he did that, but he was my friend so mostly it just seemed kind of weird. The weirdness scared me, not Erich. He thought I was weird too. Before he left for boot camp he asked me if I was a lesbian or something, like maybe I'd kiss him or whatever just to prove I wasn't. But I only shrugged; maybe I was, I didn’t know.
I saw some stuff on the internet at school. I mean, even with all the really rude sites blocked, a little porn always gets through. Just small pictures of people doing it and I couldn't look very long or I'd get busted. It was enough to interest me though, and keep me interested. I didn't want a boyfriend, really. I didn't like anybody. I didn't want to like anybody, I just felt like I was passing through, you know? So far as the other kids at school cared I was invisible most of the time anyway. I didn’t mind.
Those pictures made me feel hungry though. My gut felt hollow and so I'd come up with a plan to see more. Everyone always talked about how adult movie theatres were big gay hangouts and pickup spots. One of them, the Pussycat Theater, wasn’t too far away; less than twenty minutes on the on the bus. I had no idea if I could even get in or what would happen if I did, but I was dying to find out more, to actually see something real. What that was precisely I couldn't really say, but everyone I knew at school had boyfriends, girlfriends, or just plain friends. I didn't really have anyone after Erich left. I guess I just wanted someone to connect with, even if it was only in the most basic way. The sexual way. And not anybody from school, because that would have embarrassed me, especially if they laughed at me or whatever.
The theater didn't look that bad from the outside. It wasn't in the best neighborhood, that was for sure. I’d dressed in my best 'boy' disguise. A loose t-shirt with a light flannel shirt over that, all untucked and frayed just enough. A Padres ball cap and some cheap sunglasses. Add some black jeans and I was set. My rusty blonde hair curled around my shoulders, but it was wavy anyhow, and tangled like a boy might wear it. My face looked too girlish and there wasn’t anything I could do about that. So long as I hid my boobs and my hips, I figured I’d be okay. I looked like a boy, a 13 year old probably, but I had to try, right?
Near as I could tell only one person worked there, an older guy who didn't seem to care one way or the other. He hardly looked at anything but my money. The fifteen minutes I'd spent pacing back and forth a block away, worrying about getting in, were wasted. I bought my ticket and walked right through the doors. My heart thumped so hard I couldn't stand it. Really, it felt like I was robbing a bank or something. Like I’d be arrested any minute or someone would ask me what I thought I was doing and turn me in. Everyone would know I’d been sneaking into a porn movie place and I'd be dead.
But no one said a word. I heard the movie playing, loud moaning and dirty language and the worst music in the world. It was dark in the theater with the only light coming from the screen. And the light behind me when I opened the door. I could see maybe a dozen people scattered around and I picked a seat on the aisle, not too close to anyone. The place smelled funny, sort of an old socks and Lysol scent that made my nose itch. I watched the movie, plain guy and girl stuff and not gay at all. I thought the man looked hot. He had the biggest penis I'd ever seen anywhere, but that's not saying much. The girl was okay too, but I couldn't identify with her at all and she didn't interest me. I wished it was another guy up there, like two guys doing it, you know? That would have been better.
As my eyes adjusted I saw that there wasn't very much going on as far as the other movie-goers were concerned either. They were, as far as I could tell, middle-age men keeping a safe distance from each other. I sat there, looking around and trying to be sneaky about it, trying to see if I could spot anyone masturbating. I didn’t want to miss it if one of the guys approached someone else. I felt so nervous that I hunched down in my seat, suddenly realizing that someone else might be me. I never did see anything that particular day, other than the movie, but it made me bolder, more confident. I snuck out of the theater deathly afraid that I'd get caught trying to get away from the scene of the crime, but of course I wasn't. No one seemed to care about me at all. That seemed so normal I laughed on the bus and an old black woman frowned at me.
A few weeks later I took the train downtown, to a theater I knew for sure showed gay movies. They had a sign in the window telling me so. It was around sunset, darker and somehow safer that way. Once again the person working the ticket window didn't seem to care what I looked like as long as I had the money to get in. This place was much more what I'd expected of an adult theater. It was dark and seedy, with a bitter pine oil smell. It had a theater entrance and a small area selling magazines, toys and drug paraphernalia. It also had a small video arcade, curtained off with signs saying "TOKENS ONLY" and "ONE CUSTOMER PER BOOTH".
I was too nervous to look around for very long, so I ducked into the theater fairly quickly. It was even darker than the other one had been and what I saw on the large screen made my heart thump. Three guys having sex; one on his hands and knees with the other two filling his mouth and ass with thick man cock. I couldn't take my eyes off it and I found the best seat I could, right in the middle of the theater. There were maybe nine or ten guys in there. Men and much older than me. A couple of them were sitting together in pairs and as my ears grew used to the poor sound system I could hear real sex sounds coming from my left and right. I glanced over to one side and saw the shape of a guy sitting still except for his arm. He kept moving it up and down, guiding the shapeless shadow sucking his cock..
On the left I could see a little better because they were behind me. A guy was definitely on his knees, sucking off another guy who sat near the aisle. A couple other guys sat close to them, obviously stroking their cocks and enjoying the live show more than the movie. I was in heaven. I felt my pussy getting wet and I rubbed it through my jeans, wishing I had a cock of my own to stroke instead of that stupid empty hole. Between the movie and the men in the theater, I was going to cum very hard and very soon.
My fun got interrupted when someone sat directly in front of me. Some man took the seat exactly in front of mine and I didn't know what that meant. I didn't know if he just wanted to annoy me or if he knew I was a girl, or if he was trying to pick me up...what? I thought about moving, because saying something was totally out of the question. But I stayed put figuring I would wait and see. I saw plenty as it turned out. It was only a few minutes later that I realized he had taken his cock out and was playing with it. Not stroking it really, just kind of waving it quickly back and forth. I watched in the dim light, holding my breath as it grew harder right in front of me.
He turned a little and I knew he was looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I had been leaning forward to get a better view and he caught me before I could sit back. I watched him get up, pulling his shirt down over his cock he walked around the seats in front of me and into my aisle. He sat down next to me and I squinched myself up a little so we wouldn't touch accidentally. He had his cock in his hand again and he was stroking it while he watched the movie. I was watching him, naturally.
"Where's yours?" he whispered.
"Uh, what?" I whispered back in a low husky voice.
He looked at me and smiled a little. "You wanna suck it?"
His hand was sliding wetly up and down his cock. It looked enormous, as big as any of those actors on the screen. I felt my stomach flip-flop and didn't know how to answer. I was afraid if I said no he'd suspect something was wrong and I'd get busted. That thought terrified me and I almost got up and ran out. But instead I nodded and whispered, "Yes."
He took his hand off his cock and looked at me expectantly. I had no clue except what I'd seen in bits and pieces on the internet and what was happening on the screen in front of me. I reached over and gingerly took this stranger's cock in my hand. It didn't feel anything like I thought it would. It was thick, heavy, and it seemed alive underneath the soft skin surrounding it. I stroked it gently, up and down like I'd seen him doing it moments before. He was uncircumcised and the foreskin slipped over the head and back. It was so beautiful. So fascinating. I could have played with that cock for hours.
But my new friend was getting impatient. He reached over and pulled my shoulder, drawing me out of my seat and onto the floor in front of him. I knew what he wanted and I basically knew how to do it. I put my face close to his crotch and I could smell him. My first ever real scent of a man's arousal. His precum had been leaking and I could smell the sweat between his legs, the slight odor of urine. It didn't turn me off though, totally the opposite. This was a man. This was how he should smell. I played with his cock some more, watching it closely in the dim light. I watched the way the eye opened and closed when I squeezed it. I watched the way the foreskin came up and surrounded the head, folding and unfolding into well worn creases of his skin.
I opened my mouth. It was time. I was shaking. Literally, my body was trembling as I took my first cock into my mouth. He wasn't too long, average I guess. But it seemed very thick and I stretched my mouth wide and felt his hot penis inside. I had no idea really of what I was doing and I caught the rim of his cockhead with my teeth and he told me to watch it. I gagged when I tried to take too much too quickly. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't swallow all the saliva flooding my mouth, mixing with his precum. There were so many little things. I thought I'd just take his cock in my mouth and start deep throating right away. It didn't look that hard.
I started to get a rhythm and I was playing with his balls while I sucked as much of him into my mouth as I could. I was still hitting him with my teeth and every now and then I would make a loud thluurping sound or a small coughing sound when I'd taken too much, but all in all I was getting the hang of it. My new friend was enjoying it too. He was talking to me, as if I could answer. Asking me how old I was, where I was from. He made it clear he thought I was a young boy, probably 16 or 17 maybe, and it was turning him on. At first I thought I was supposed to answer. I lifted my head off his cock and started to say something but he pushed my head right back down. He didn't want anything from me but my mouth on his penis. His hands were on the back of my head the whole time after that, pushing gently and never letting me pull too far off his fat cock.
My mouth was getting tired though. That was another thing I didn't expect to happen. My jaw started aching and as much as I was enjoying this I was wondering how long until I could stop and take a rest. My own body was tremendously excited. My nipples were burning inside my t-shirt and I wanted to touch them so bad, but I didn't dare. And my pussy was very wet, my clit throbbing as I sucked this wonderful cock. I wanted it inside me. Right then I knew I wanted it, but I also knew I didn't want it in my vagina. I wanted it as if I really were a boy - in my ass, and that thought got me even more excited. I was moving my head up and down faster, sucking harder, and hoping this would make him cum or at least get tired of me.
I think he was close anyway, probably not so much because of my newfound fellatio skills, but because he believed I was a young boy. He was moving my head up and down and lifting his butt slightly, fucking my mouth. I just kept it open and let his swollen cock slide in and out over my tongue until I was surprised by a half-dozen rapid spurts of semen erupting into my mouth. They came fast, like a flood, and his cock was suddenly thrust deep into my mouth as he held my face to his body. He was cumming inside me and he wasn't going to let me stop him. I had no choice but to swallow, I couldn't breathe and I was gagging on his cock, blowing sperm out the sides of my stretched mouth.
I really did kind of panic. I was trying to push away from him while he held me, pumping his sperm into my mouth until finally he let up and I pulled my mouth off his cum covered cock. I swallowed again and it was slimy and the strong, egg whitey taste of his cum stayed in my mouth. I didn't know if I liked it or not. I licked around my mouth and then I burped which seemed ludicrously funny at the time. I laughed and so did he.
"Good, huh kid?" he said, and then got up, tucking in his shirt and zipping up as he left the theater and me in the dark.
I had his cum all over the front of my shirt I realized, as well as on my hands and neck. I'd swallowed a lot, but I'd missed a lot too. I sat down and tried to wipe myself on the seats next to me, not caring about the mess I was leaving. It would be easy to say I was confused at that point. I mean, I was a 15 year old girl in a gay porno theater who had just sucked off a guy. Even to me, knowing the how's and why's, it sounds totally ridiculous, but it's the truth, I swear. I cleaned myself up as best I could, even slipping my t-shirt off so I could wipe myself with it and leave it behind. I wrapped my big flannel shirt around me and hurried out of there, knowing that I'd be back. The guy was right; it was good.