Why is it that whenever you're not really looking for sex, it comes your way?

I stopped by the Tom Kat Theatre the other night, more out of boredom than anything else. I'd been working longs days that stretched into the evenings and hadn't had time to do anything else. I'm a bit of of a voyeur and I paid my 10 bucks at the theater to watch other guys getting it on -- and I don't mean the guys on the screen.

Not that there's usually a lot of action there, but there's usually plenty of cock sucking. And Saturday night was no exception. Back in the corners and down both sides there were guys with dicks in their mouths going at it.

I'd just arrived when some guy came up and groped me, grabbing my crotch and rubbing. My eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet and I really have no idea what he looked like, but I said, "No, thanks" and just walked away. I was there to watch, not to play.

Eventually, the sound of one guy got my attention. Down in front on the left-hand side of the theater, this guy was obviously getting a great blow-job, and his moaning let everybody in the place know it. I moved closer and saw they guy with his pants down around his knees, his shirt pulled up and his cock pounding in and out of a studly looking black guy's mouth. But it was the guy getting sucked who caught my attention -- he was 30ish, Latin, smooth and, while it was hard to see in the dim light, looked like he had a big cock.

I moved closer to watch, but didn't want to get too close. Yeah, I know, anybody having sex in a porno theater can't really be looking for privacy. But I usually wait until I'm invited to join in, and these two guys were busy. It wasn't long before Latin guy moaned even loader, pounded even faster and black guy was spitting cum out of his mouth.

It was hot and got me achingly hard for the first time that night, but I moved on. But about 20 minutes later I saw Latin guy again in the back of the theater, putting the moves on some young, 20ish kid. I couldn't hear everything that was being said, but the kid had his hand down Latin guy's pants and Latin guy was trying to talk him into sucking his cock. I was half watching some other guy who was down on his knees sucking an old guy off and half listening to Latin guy make his move, which apparently didn't work. I saw the kid sitting down groping another youngster a few minutes later while Latin guy went on the prowl.

Apparently, I'd been pretty obvious in my interest because Latin guy -- who I learned was a Brazilian named Raul -- approached me. Almost before I knew what was happening, he had his arms around me and was sucking on my neck. He took my hand and put it down his sweatpants and I gasped -- his cock was even bigger than I thought, both long and thick. He was only half hard and I was still amazed. I couldn't help squeezing and stroking, and damn if the thing didn't get longer and thicker. The head was good size -- not huge, but certainly in the top 10 percent. He was circumcised, which was a bit of a disappointment because I like 'em uncut. (And I thought all Brazilians were uncut.) But the thing was just so big and beautiful I quickly forgot about that. It wasn't beercan thick, at least not by the head, but it got thicker toward the base, reaching a girth that downright scary. And, as I squeezed and stroked, it extended to at least eight and a half, maybe nine inches.

I could have stood there and stroked for hours, but Raul had other things in mind. He wanted his cock sucked. I was tempted, terribly tempted, but the thing scared me. I begged off, finally, reluctantly say, "I can't" and walked away.

Apparently, Raul's monster cock scared a few other people away, too. I went and sat down in an aisle seat to discourage anyone from sitting next to me while I cooled off. But 10, maybe 15 minutes later, Raul was back. He stood next to me and started rubbing his crotch up against my face. When I didn't run off, he took his cock out and started rubbing it on my cheek and chin, and I could feel the thing getting harder as he did it.

I was still scared I'd choke on thing, but damn if he didn't sweet talk me. Well, mostly it was that beautiful monster cock that won me over -- I took hold of the thing and started stroking, then started rubbing it on my shaved head, my cheek, my chin, my eyes. And Raul started moaning softly.

At this point, I probably could have stood up, pushed past him and walked away, but instead I leaned over and sucked one of his balls into my mouth. His balls weren't as enormous as that dick, but they were good size and hung low. After a couple minutes of this, I started to lick the underside of Raul's dick, which was hard and soft at the same time. Raul knew what he wanted and soon aimed the thing directly at my mouth, and I sucked as much as I could past my lips.

It was fuckin' delicious. OK, the flavor might have been my imagination, but this was the kind of cock you dream of. And I had it in my mouth! I started sucking him deeper and deeper, working from a slow rhythm to a faster one, moving more and more of it past my lips and down my throat.

At the same time, I fondled Raul's balls and reached up and twisted his nipples, which made his hard cock harder. I had to rest every few minutes by coming off that cock, using my saliva as lubricant as I gave him a sensuous hand job and sucked on his balls.

it wasn't long before Raul moved out of the aisle and stood directly in front of me, giving me a better shot at that cock. Eventually, Raul took control of the situation and set the rhythm himself, fucking my mouth faster and faster.

I was pretty close to chocking on the monster, but I relaxed as much as possible -- which wasn't easy because I love to get face fucked and I'd never had a cock that big in my mouth before. Raul was getting loud again as he pounded my face and I could feel the bottom of his cock expand even further. With a cry of delight, he exploded in my mouth, shooting cum down my throat, out my nose and dribbling all over my shirt. (Dark blue shirt -- bad choice.)

He was sweet as hell afterward, thanking me, kissing me, telling me how great a cocksucker I was. He gave me his number, which I didn't really think would be good but I was so stunned by the whole thing I wasn't thinking straight.

Raul left the theater as I went upstairs to the john to clean myself off a bit. When I came back down, I wished I'd gone with him, but I soon zeroed in on a little Hispanic guy -- mid-30s, maybe 5-foot-4, thin build -- who I'd noticed throughout the evening walking around jacking himself and looking for guys to suck. We were both watching a couple of guys sucking cock when I reached over and started jacking the Hispanic guy's small, uncut cock. He turned to suck the guy on our right and I kept jacking him for a few minutes, then took my own thick, seven-incher out, pulled down his pants and started rubbing my hard-on on his ass. He turned around and started sucking my cock. I let him go slow for a couple of minutes, then grabbed his head and fucked his mouth until I came.

I'm usually not that aggressive, but maybe sucking monster cock brought it out in me.

I was done for the evening, and I had to work on Sunday. But it turns out that the number Raul left me was good. I called him Sunday afternoon and brought him to my hotel Sunday night.

But the story of me getting fucked by that monster cock will have to wait until my next posting.

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