INTRODUCTION: The following is a memorable highlight of a frisky night from the summer of 2003 when I got lucky (very lucky), here in Portland, Oregon.

PART 3: BIG MAN MEAT
WHEN: Saturday 08/23/2003 8:50-11:00 P.M.
WHERE: Oregon Theatre, 3530 SE Division St.

The Oregon Theatre is discreetly located in one of the city’s close-in, older residential neighborhoods. And Gang, this place is a trip and-a-half: guys online often proclaim (with some exaggeration) the OT to be a dump populated by trolls, the obese, and the decrepit. But that’s exactly what makes finding a gem in a pile of dog poo such a thrill. So here on my first visit, I had a pretty good idea of what to expect.

Once I’d paid, made my way through the small lobby and stepped inside the theater, I came to a halt next to the right entrance door, giving myself a few minutes to adjust to the darkness and take in the lay of the land. The cavernous space holds a mix of traditional movie seating and 1980s boxy looking pale gray upholstered love seats. (Just imagine the stains.) On screen was some of the crappiest straight porn imaginable, poorly projected from a DVD player in the fourth row. Around me, maybe two-dozen men seemed to be constantly on the move. A few men were in their forties, but most were in their late fifties through seventies. There were no athletes or lookers in the bunch, but for one.

Tall Man was in his early forties, pale, and easily over six feet tall with a trim-to-average build, a pleasant face, and conservatively cut dark hair; he was dressed in a short-sleeved navy blue polo shirt and dark jeans. He stood to my left, centered against the back wall between the set of entrance doors that were twelve feet to either side of him. I could just make out that he was jacking off through his opened fly, but the constant parade of men blocked the light so I couldn’t get a look at his dick. He brushed away a couple of guys who moved in on him, and then he took off, walking by me a couple of times as he, and everyone else, kept shifting around the place.

After Tall Man and several others drifted off and left the back wall open, I stepped over to take center position against the wall. My being tall, yoga-slim, and (more importantly) new, seemed to stir up a bit of a buzz in the hive, yet no one made a move. However, at the right side of the theater, in the back row, a seated guy turned to suck off the guy standing behind him, and at the left side a loud drunken duo briefly traded blowjobs and then carried on a full-volume getting-to-know-you conversation. Then someone let loose with a long loud fart, followed by laughter from the hive.

After twenty minutes of mind-numbingly bad straight porn and no signs of potential live action, I was thinking I'd cut my losses and scoot along, but Tall Man suddenly returned. He stood about nine feet to my left and started giving me The Look. And you know what I’m talking about. It’s when someone desirable focuses all of their sexual energy on you, and your body reacts with a quickened pulse, a spike in body temperature, an instantly pumped-up cock, and you get that need to release some pressure good and fast, or you might spontaneously combust. Oh, yeah. That look.

And then The Gent stepped in between us. (Aw, crap!) The Gent was tan and of average build, in his late sixties, with white hair and mustache, glasses, and dressed in a pressed gray plaid shirt and dark gray dress pants. He pulled up at my left and inched closer until his elbow rubbed against my arm, while I kept shifting my eyes from the screen to Tall Man, who was watching from The Gent's left. Thinking fast, my plan was to diplomatically do The Gent quickly, hoping I might then get a crack at Tall Man. So keeping my eyes locked on Tall Man’s, I turned to The Gent and pretty much pinned him to the wall with my body, leaning in to tell him that I wasn't turned on but would be happy to help him out. (I had to repeat everything. Hearing problems?)

Tall Man stepped away from the wall, passed in close to see what we were up to, and turned to watch us from beside the other door. Meanwhile The Gent got very chatty, spinning some yarn about all the things he wanted to do to me, and then said he wanted some privacy, telling me to follow him up to the second floor restroom after giving him a fifteen-second lead. The Gent took off, and I paused and followed, passing close to Tall Man, who remained at the door. After stopping at the water fountain in the lobby (kind of hoping Tall Man would follow, but he didn’t), I hiked the creaky stairs to the second floor.

When I entered the wreck of a restroom, The Gent was just finishing a piss in the out-in-the-open toilet, right next to the clogged sink in the right corner. We groped and swap-sucked my 6.75-by-5 for his 6-by-4 inches, trying not to get our knees wet on the paper towel littered, piss and water-soaked floor. Unfortunately, The Gent was quite the talker (and not in a good way), carrying on about how nice our cocks were, how hot it all was, with an unlikely tale thrown in about his sucking off his straight, younger, married neighbor. Yap, yap, yap. The non-stop chatter might have been a turn-on for him, but I was teetering on the fence of laughter and plain annoyance, and just wished he'd shut the fuck up while I mostly worked on him.

Minutes later, Tall Man appeared and The Gent invited him over, still yap, yap, yapping away. Tall Man pulled out a made-for-porn, beautifully shaped, pale 11-inch dick with a slight upward curve, which The Gent and I enthusiastically worked on for a few minutes. But I think The Gent's endless porn spiel was a mood-killer for Tall Man, who seemed more interested in me anyway. Tall Man, never having said a word, soon quietly zipped up and headed out, leaving me to carry on with the yappy one.

I was determined to quickly finish off The Gent, who said he wanted me to take his come in my mouth and then spit it out. It seemed like an odd request, but it happened pretty fast, so, whatever. And still he was chattering away, as if he was reading aloud some preposterous porn tale for the blind and/or easily entertained. The Gent seemed satisfied and pleased with himself as he tidied up and finally took off, leaving me to wash up in merciful silence. I then headed downstairs to scout out Tall Man.

Inside the theater, I stood at the back to adjust to the dim light, and in a few minutes Tall Man walked by, giving me The Look, and then he took a seat in the back row off the left aisle. He looked my way a couple of times, so I walked over, knelt behind him and, nodding towards his lap, I asked: “Do you want a hand with that?” He said, "Sure," and made room for me on the love seat, while pulling his jeans and white briefs down to mid-thigh. It was awkward as hell leaning over from the side to suck on him, and his dick was so long and fat that I could only get about a third of it in my tightly-plugged mouth, but that didn’t stop me from giving it the old college try.

About five minutes later, a grouchy male voice of authority in the aisle behind us barked: "The left side is for couples!" (As if honeymooning straight couples would ever set foot in that joint.) Tall Man tucked in and zipped up, and I followed him to the right side of the theater to settle into another love seat. There was more legroom at our new locale, so I was able to get down in front of him, which worked better for me. And although he was non-reciprocal, and shook his head “No” when I asked if he fucked with that thing (Damn!), I was more than happy to go slow and steady, sucking and stroking the length of that magnificent shaft, and taking the occasional detour to lap away at his smooth, low-hanging balls.

Tall Man was silent throughout most of our forty-five minute encounter, but at mid-point he did say that it sometimes takes a long time for him to cum. He then took a break to stretch his legs (which gave my jaw a much-needed rest), returning minutes later to tell of a cross-dresser in a “Jason/Friday the 13th” mask sucking off some guy on the other side of the theater. (Talk about a boner-killer!) But back with me, Tall Man sat back, dropped trou and pulled up his shirt, allowing me even greater access than before. So up I went to lightly move along his neck with my lips and tongue, with his head to the side or titled back, which brought out some hushed sighs and moans from him. However, I stayed clear of his mouth, suspecting he was (at most) bi-/gay-curious, because he kept his hands to himself through most of our encounter.

Soon I moved downward to briefly give his flat nipples (with few hairs) a bit of attention, before dropping down, down, down below his balls, but not quite to his ass (Damn!), to nuzzle and lick through the lightly-furred region with those warm, loose, low-hangers draped over my face. It was a good place to be, but by then I had worked up a bit of a sweat, so I pulled off my shirt and pushed my jeans down to my knees to cool off and give him access, in case his bi-/gay-curiosity got the best of him.

I got some nice hot moans out of Tall Man when I’d lick from his balls to cock to nips to neck, particularly when leaning in to graze my heavily leaking cock along the heat of his big meat and lightly furred body. And then I took a chance: on the fourth slide up the front of his body, I lifted my hips and his cock slid between my legs, right up along the cleft of my smooth, damp ass cheeks. Tall Man’s eyes popped open and he let out a gasp. I knew he wasn’t interested in fucking me, so I didn’t push my luck. But for a few minutes, I just gently nuzzled his neck while my dick slid along his flat belly, and his own slick meat rode outside my starving hole.

Tall Man’s cock was drooling a steady stream of precum at that point, and his breathing was getting more intense and audible. I asked him to let me know when he thought he might come, because I wanted it in my mouth, and I got back down there to give him The Treatment. And soon enough, his shaft got steel-hard beneath my steadily stroking hands, and his cock head plumped up big and fat inside my mouth. With a faint moan and subtle movements of his abdomen as a warning, Tall Man gripped my shoulders and, with a look of painful pleasure on his face, he came, smoothly gushing a nice load of surprisingly sweet-tasting cum, and I took it all, swallowing and sucking out everything that big dick could feed me. And when he was done, I found it hard to pull myself away, almost enjoying his cock more in its full, heavy, semi-erect state than when spike-hard and throbbing.

After Tall Man caught his breath, we stood to get our clothes in order, and I said: "Thanks, that was fun." He smiled, asked if I came there often, and was surprised to hear it was my first visit. Tall Man said he dropped in on Friday or Saturday nights, and that maybe we could hook up again. “Sure,” I said (and meaning it). “See you later.” And then he walked down the aisle to the rear exit of the theater at the left side of the screen.

I put my clothes back in order and hit the restroom to wash up. Then, grinning like a fool, and with the taste of sweet cum still lingering on my tongue, I stepped out into the breeze of a hot, humid night, just in time to catch the last bus back into downtown.

2009 Epilogue: I made just two return trips to the OT since my 2003 encounter, but I never saw Tall Man again, nor did I have as hot an encounter at that place. I did, however, hook up with The Gent on my last visit a few years ago. I didn’t realize who it was until he started yapping away, which gave me the giggles, so I excused myself and got the hell out of the building, laughing all the way to the bus stop. “ Yap, yap, yap . . .”

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