****** Movie Guy Slut by Ooz ******
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Movie Guy Slut


I try to fight it . . . I really do. God, what would I do if my family ever
found out. How could I ever expect them to understand the undeniable intensity
of the cravings I experience . . . cravings so strong I am powerless to resist
them.

It is so easy. That's part of the problem. Perhaps that is the problem. My
every desire can be satisfied at the movies, and when I think about what goes
on there . . . dwelling on the excitement the things I do create in me . . .
well . . . let's just say there is no way I can ever stop when the cravings
become too intense.

And so here I am again, preparing for another of my "sex trips" to the adult
theater where I will become, once again, a total slut. What should I wear
today? Another pair of her panties? Nylon, lace-trimmed panties, with a hole
cut in the crotch through which my cock can hang out. Or should I simply wear
my scummy old, worn pair of cotton jersey shorts, the ones so thin the outline
of my cock is clearly visible to anyone who wishes to see it. I love wearing
those out, in public . . . showing off . . . letting people see what a slut I
am.

My wife is away again, as usual, attending to some woman's club event. She
knows I'm going to the movies . . . knows I'll take my cock out once I'm
seating comfortably in the darkened auditorium . . . knows I'll let other men
see me, see me jacking off. And yet, she never asks me about what I do there,
probably, I suspect, because she is afraid of the answer. When I fuck her these
days, I make her fuck my mouth with her thumb, or a finger. I tell her it's a
cock, one that has just fucked her, and that I want to eat her lover's cum out
of her pussy after I finish fucking her. She calls me sick, which I readily
admit I am, especially when I go down on her and suck my cum from her freshly
fucked pussy. But oh my God I love it so!

So she attends woman's club meetings, and I go to the movies to jack off. It's
a good marriage, actually. We have fun together, love one another, enjoy our
friends, our grown kids, our country club and our cruise vacations. Yet we have
separate needs, and we do what we have to in order to fulfill them.

Today I choose to wear a pair of her old panties under a very thin, very skimpy
pair of faded yellow shorts. The panties are bright red, trimmed with black
ribbons and black lace, a cheap pair I purchased for her from a mail order
lingerie catalogue house which she never actually wore. I suspect she knew I'd
bought them for me, but she didn't say anything about it. She knows I wear them
to the movies, however, and simply shakes her head and smirks in disgust when
she observes me cutting the holes in her panties for my cock. I do not care. It
excites me to feel them on my flesh . . . on my balls, and cock, beneath my
cock, really, where it sticks out through the hole I cut in them. And it
excites me to know others can see them under the thin yellow shorts, which they
can if they look closely enough.

As I step into the panties, pulling them up over my balls and cock, tugging on
my cock to pull it through the hole in front, I observe myself in the mirror.
My eyes are heavy with lust, and I feel a twinge of excitement tingling in my
balls as I prepare the lubricant with which I shall publicly coat my cock in
the theater. I like to take a small container of Vaseline, into which I have
poured baby oil, and some Nivea lotion to create a super slippery grease. As I
mix the concoction with a stir stick, my balls begin to tingle again. When the
cock grease is ready, I put the cap on the small container, wipe off the stir
stick with a tissue and put the stick back in the drawer for future use.

I walk into the bathroom, standing in front of the toilet as I piss, my
somewhat greasy hand sticky from mixing the jackoff lube. I don't just hold my
cock, I fondle it as I piss, squeezing my balls with my other hand. Some of the
piss trickles onto my fingers. I slowly bring them to my mouth and taste the
wet droplets of piss, forcing myself to perform this despicable act. It thrills
me, and my cock begins to harden. When I am almost finished, I am suddenly
filled with another of my self-inflicted cravings. I step back, aim my cock at
my stomach, and allow a final spurt of piss to splash onto my stomach and run
down into my panties, wetting them slightly. I shudder with excitement from the
depravity I have performed on myself, wondering what I will force myself to do
in the theater that day.

On the way to the theater I reach beneath my shorts and leisurely begin to
masturbate, my cock easily dangling out below the pantleg of the shorts, which
I have pulled up to allow my activity. A van pulls next to me, and I continue
masturbating, wondering if I'm being observed. I steal a glance at the driver
next to me, and realize I am being ignored. It's okay. I won't be ignored for
long.

When I enter the movie theater I allow the ticket seller to enjoy an
unobstructed view of my semi-erect cock. He looks at the out line of my naked
cock beneath my shorts, and grins knowingly.

"Have fun," he teases as he takes my money, handing me a ticket stub.

"Oh I will," I smiled, reaching down to squeeze my cock for him. He stares at
it, and as I walk away I make sure he notices me unzipping my fly.

Before entering the auditorium, I stop at the bathroom. I go in, moving to a
urinal to relieve myself. As I stand there peeing, another man comes in and
moves to the urinal next to me. I slowly turn a bit sideways, insuring he can
see my cock. I look at him, then down to his cock, It is also semi-erect, and
as I watch he begins playing with it. I do the same to mine, turning toward him
now that I have stopped peeing.

"Nice," he says quietly.

"Feel it," I command. He does, and I reach for his. He also has finished peeing
by now, and as I fondle his dick, it hardens instantly. He is much younger than
I am, and more easily excited.

In complete silence, we masturbate each other, moving closer now, rubbing our
cocks together. It feels wonderful, and I want to drop to my knees to suck him,
but suddenly the door begins to open, and we quickly turn to face the urinals
again, quickly zipping up our shorts.

I leave the bathroom as my new friend remains at the urinal playing with
himself. The man who has just come in is next to him, watching as the first man
continues to masturbate for his new conquest.

Inside the auditorium I stand at the head of the aisle, waiting for a moment
for my eyes to become accustomed to the almost total darkness. On screen a
busty white blonde is sucking off a huge black cock. Behind her two other
blacks are masturbating. They are all naked, and the scene immediately excites
me.

I walk to the first row, enter, and move to the center. Behind me is an aisle,
perhaps six feet wide, and behind the aisle men are standing along the wall.
Some are jacking off, others are just watching. Two are on their needs, giving
other men blow jobs. I feel a tingling sensation invading my balls again as I
unbutton my shorts, and then unzip them. I pull them down to just below my
knees, spreading my legs. My cock is sticking out of the red panties now, and I
reach into my shirt pocket for the lubricant. I open the top, dip my fingers
inside, and remove a gob of the slick, greasy goo. Nestling into my seat, I
liberally coat my cock with the slippery lube. My fingers squeeze my cock,
rubbing it, stroking it as I turn to watch some of the men behind me.

On screen the three black men are coming on the blonde's face. I hear groans in
the theater auditorium, and I feel my cock throbbing as the scene continued.
The blonde opens her mouth, giving the black cocks a target, which one of them
hits directly. Her face is coated in cum, and I almost wish it was me being
splattered by the cum.

As I continue masturbating, my actions cause a squishing noise which is clearly
audible to the men behind me. One of them approaches me, his cock out, and I
drop my head backward on the back of my seat, watching as he comes closer, so
close his cock is inches from my face. He begins to masturbate, watching me to
see what I'm going to do, and what I do excites him. In fact, I do nothing,
leaving my face beneath his cock as he masturbates.

"Oh God," I hear him moan, and suddenly I want his cum on my face.

"Do it!" I whisper loudly. "Come all over my face."

Instead he moves closer, rubbing his cock on my lips. I eagerly open my mouth,
and take him inside, licking the hole at the end of his dick, sucking his
shaft, hearing him moaning above me.

Other men have come to watch us. They, too, have their cocks out, masturbating.
I push the dick out of my mouth, and beg the man to come on my face. In fact, I
beg ALL of them to come on my face.

"Oh FUCKKKK!" the man I'd been sucking howls, as his cock erupts suddenly. I
close my eyes and let his cum rain down on me, on my face. It sends an erotic
shudder through my entire body, and I have to fight to keep from coming.

When he finishes, he leans down and wipes his cock through the puddles of cum
on my face. The others have decided not to come just yet. Fine. I'll get to
them later. The man who has just shot cum all over my face leans down and
thanks me. I thank him, and he zips up and leaves. I take a paper towel from my
pocket and wipe off my face, pull up my shorts, and button them closed. Then I
tuck my cock inside, and walk out of the auditorium and back to the bathroom
again. In the bathroom I splash water on my face, and soap, washing off the
cum.

I return to the auditorium again, and once again take the same seat, repeating
once again the process of undressing. I relube my cock, and begin to masturbate
again. A man comes and sits down next to me, immediately fondling my cock. I
allow it, naturally, and I play with his as well. He is very hard, and I ask
him if he would like to come on my face. He says he would. He moves behind my
head, and jacks off. Other men join us, and this time, they, too, move so close
to my I can feel their cocks on my face. One is behind my head, the others are
next to me, on either side of my face. All three are masturbating, and when the
man I'd been playing with comes, this time the others do, too.

I am drenched in cum, and as I feel it splashing onto my face, my own cock
erupts, spewing cum all over my stomach. I tremble with excitement over what I
slut I've become. Again. I am so hot I ask one of the men to piss on me, but he
declines.

Once again I go to the bathroom and wash my face. I have not tasted the cum,
only because I am too afraid of what I might catch. Perhaps my fears are
groundless, I don't know, so I don't test it. It is thrilling enough just to
have them coming on my face.

After coming, I decide I want to relax for a while, so this time when I return
to the theater I move down to the center of the auditorium, taking a seat in
the middle of a row with no one near me. I take my cock out again and slowly
begin masturbating as I watch the movie. It's okay, but not overly exciting, so
I can't get hard. The film ends. Another begins.

This one is better, and I feel my cock hardening again, finally. A man comes
into my row and takes a seat three seats from me. I continue masturbating,
knowing he is watching me. Encouraged, he takes his cock out and begins
masturbating, too. As I turn to watch him, he watches me. I turn toward him,
offering him my cock, and he moves over, into the seat next to me. He feels me,
and my panties, his fingers stroking the shiny nylon material.

"They're my wife's," I tell him.

"Does she know you're here, wearing them?" he asks.

"Sure. She gave them to me," I say, which is the truth. She did give them to
me, saying she'd never wear such "slutty panties." "Why don't you wear them to
your movies," she taunts me. "You're faggot friends would probably love to see
you in those," she concludes.

"Maybe I will," I say, testing her.

"Go ahead. I don't give a shit. I hate them. If you want them, take them," she
smirks.

And so I did. "She knows you're wearing them here?" he asks.

"Yes."

"Does she know what you do here?" he asks.

"Probably," I say, "although I always deny doing anything more than jacking
off. I tell her I let guys see me, but that I cover up if one moves too close
to me."

"And she believes that?" he laughs.

"As I said, probably not. But she lets me come here, so . . . ."

"Can I suck you?" he asks suddenly.

"Sure," I say, draping a leg over his, my cock sticking straight up now.

He leans over and takes my cock in his mouth, sucking it beautifully, feeling
my balls, gently, like I like it, as he sucks my dick. He sucks me for a long
time, and it feels great.

"Come," he murmurs softly, running a finger between my ass cheeks, his finger
probing my anus as I lift up , allowing him access to my asshole. When his
finger snakes inside my ass, I feel my cum boiling up in my cock.

"Oh God, here it comes," I moan, holding my breath as the tension builds . . .
and builds . . . and builds . . . until finally, I unload a huge gob of cum
inside his mouth. Stupidly, he swallows it. "Not smart," I tell myself,
figuring if he wants to risk it, who am I to deny him his pleasure. I come
again . . . and again . . . and again, until finally, my orgasm concludes. He
stands, his cock aimed at my face, offering it to me, but I am no longer
interested, having already come twice.

"I'll jack you off, but I don't want to suck it," I tell him. He is
disappointed, but understands. He thanks me for my cock, and moves off to find
someone anxious to suck a cock.

I stretch, wipe off my greasy hand and cock, button and zip up, and leave.
Outside I begin to feel guilty over what I've done. Again . . . as I always do
afterward. I vow not to return to the theater . . . I promise myself I will not
debase myself like this again, ever.

I lie . . . .

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