Over the next few days Albert found himself thinking often of the man. His face would drop into Albert’s mind suddenly and without warning while he was doing something completely unrelated, like washing the dishes or drawing up the floor plans for a new restaurant. Once, when he was in the middle of giving a presentation to a client, the image of Tony Gioconda’s prick rose up before him, eclipsing the face of the corporate president sitting across the table, and he’d had to excuse himself for a few minutes to go into the bathroom and jerk off thinking about the big cock sliding into his throat.
These interruptions of his usually ordered routine had a surprising effect on him, similar to what would occur if he turned a corner on a familiar road and suddenly found himself in a new place. At first they annoyed him, the way they rippled the smooth surface of his life in unexpected patterns. But then he began to welcome, even invite, them. Every so often he would take the ad out of his wallet and look at it. It pleased him to have the man’s picture folded and resting in his back pocket, as if somehow they knew one another and shared some kind of a history. After repeated foldings, the paper was crossed by pale, thin lines that neatly sectioned Tony Gioconda’s body into squares. Albert liked the way the different parts of Tony’s body were framed by these windows, especially the way his cock hung in the center square like a fine cut of meat in a butcher’s display, something for hungry men to gaze at longingly.
Once he had stood naked before a mirror and compared his body to Tony’s. He would examine one part of himself and then look at the corresponding area of the picture, noting the differences between them. At thirty-seven, he was in very good shape. His stomach, while not as ridged and tight as Tony’s, was flat. His chest was smooth and fairly hard, if not sculpted into the twin rises of the Italian’s, and his arms were evenly muscled. His face was strong, his blue eyes intent beneath light brown hair.
Assuming the same pose as Tony held in the ad, he noted the way his cock and balls hung. In school he had often sneaked glances at the penises of other boys as they stood awkwardly in the showers trying to focus their eyes anywhere but where they really wanted to look. He had been especially intrigued by one boy, the son of a local politician, whose cock seemed always to be half-hard, rising slightly up and away from his balls in a thickening arc. The boy seemed either not to notice or not to care that anyone saw his erection, soaping himself as if he were in his own shower at home. Albert had stood next to him several times, and once the boy’s dick had brushed his leg when he turned to rinse himself. He had made no apology, and Albert had been forced to cut his own shower short to avoid being caught with the hard-on that was beginning to rush up from between his legs. That night in bed he had masturbated furiously, his hand rubbing over the burning spot on his thigh.
He looked at his cock as it was reflected in the mirror’s face. The head, rounded to a blunt point, hung a little ways beyond his balls. He was always amazed when he became hard how much larger his cock became. Soft, it always appeared slightly small, like it belonged to a teenage boy instead of a grown man. But hard, it grew to a surprising length, sticking straight out from his body in a thick line. He knew from his limited experience that men enjoyed it, but he had never been able to ask any of his partners how it compared to others they had had.
After inspecting the rest of himself, he had gone to bed, where he dreamed that he was once again in the school shower room. Someone was standing very close to him, and because it was very steamy, he couldn’t tell who it was. Then the steam opened up and Tony had stood before him. Albert had looked on in surprise as Tony reached out and took his cock in his soapy hand, jerking it slowly until it was hard. Then he had dropped to his knees and begun to suck on it while Albert put his hands in Tony’s shiny wet hair. The dream had been very realistic, and when he woke up he saw that he had come all over his stomach and decided that he would go to the Showtime that evening.
Having made his decision, he was able to work the whole day without thinking about it. Then, he had come home, changed his clothes, and taken the bus to a stop near the theater. The driver had not even looked twice at him, and Albert, who imagined that the man must know exactly what it was he was about to do, told himself that it was because the driver saw this kind of thing all the time. After walking several blocks past stores that sold liquor, cheap clothing, and videos catering to every fetish imaginable, he’d found the Showtime. The panes of glass on the doors were blackened, and there was a poster outside of Tony Gioconda, on which he was crouched so that the head of his penis nearly swept the floor.
He gave his money to a tired-looking Asian woman who sat behind a thick screen of Plexiglas, wondering if she knew that she was collecting the fare for men’s most secret dreams, and went through the door into a stale, smoky hallway carpeted in red. There were several other men leaning against the walls, and they looked up hopefully when he came in. He glanced briefly at their faces. One, a silver-haired middle-aged man still wearing his suit from work, attracted him briefly, but he moved on. He quickly found the stairway to his left and went up into the balcony. It was empty except for three or four men scattered among the seats like grains of rice after a wedding.
Choosing a seat in the middle of the row directly behind the railing, he’d settled into the sagging blue velvet cushion, checking carefully first to make sure there was nothing still wet on it. As he waited for the minutes to pass until the show was scheduled to start, he looked around at the men he could see from his vantage point above the main floor. He had expected the population of the theater to be composed of the old and the unattractive, and was surprised that most of them looked very much like himself.
Behind the small stage at the front of the theater was a large white screen, on which was flickering a picture of two men, one white and one black, fucking on a bed. The bed appeared to be in a hotel room, and Albert was amused to see that the filmmaker had put a small Bible on the bedside table. The black man was fucking the white one, who was on his hands and knees with his head on a pillow. The black man was thrusting savagely at his asshole, and Albert wondered why it was that men in porn movies always slapped the asses of the men they were fucking. The image made his dick stiffen slightly in his pants, and he shifted his position to lessen the pressure at his crotch.
Just as the black man started to shoot his load onto his partner’s back, the film was cut abruptly. The lights dimmed to inky blackness, and the house was swallowed by shadows. A white light swept over the stage, and the sound of music spat out of the mouths of tinny speakers set throughout the house. A curtain behind the screen parted, and Tony Gioconda walked onto the stage wearing a policeman’s uniform and carrying a billy club.
Albert found himself very attracted to the uniform, and his attention was riveted to Tony, imagining the way the material would feel under his hands. As the music thumped and growled, Tony moved around the stage, grinding his body along with the beat. He was shorter than Albert had imagined and wore dark glasses that hid his eyes. Still, as he watched Tony come to the edge of the stage and run the billy club between his legs, he felt his balls tighten.
The first thing Tony took off was his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it and then turning to let it fall down his back to the floor like a great blue leaf. When he turned back to the audience, he was rubbing his hands over his chest, pinching his nipples and then pushing his hand into the front of his pants. After a few more minutes, he undid those as well, pulling them down and off in one surprisingly fluid movement.
Wearing only a pair of small dark blue briefs and black leather motorcycle boots, he began to tease the audience, pulling the underwear down until the top of his bush was exposed, then cruelly pulling them back up. He turned around and let them see the firm globes of his ass, bending over as though waiting for one of them to run on stage and begin to fuck him. Finally, he yanked the briefs off, revealing his cock.
From the balcony, Albert could not see in great detail, but he could tell that Tony’s prick was beautiful. L
ong and thick, it swung heavily as he continued to move around the stage. Like the boy’s in Albert’s high-school gym class, it swung half-hard over his balls. Then he began to jerk off, stroking his cock slowly as he stood on the stage. His eyes were fixed on a point somewhere in the audience, and Albert wondered if he was looking at someone in particular. His hand made long pulls on the big dick, his fingers squeezing the head and holding it out toward the men sitting in the seats before him.
Making sure that no one was watching him, Albert unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, leaving his balls inside. He was filled with a peculiar excitement as he sat back and started to play with his prick, all the while keeping his eyes on Tony. He heard the quiet sounds of men moving in the darkness around him, and this made him even more aroused, knowing that if they looked closely they would see him taking part in this most personal pleasure. He kept his hand moving in time with Tony’s, enjoying the feeling of his hot flesh beneath his fingers.
He brought himself to the edge several times, feeling a swelling in his groin and slowing his hand just enough to prevent his load from escaping. His balls were starting to ache, but he was determined to wait. Finally, when he saw Tony’s eyes close, he knew it was almost time, and he began to pump himself quickly. As Tony grabbed his balls tightly and thick bursts of white streamed from his cockhead, tumbling onto the stage, Albert came in a rush of pleasure, squirting his cum onto the floor between his legs with a soft, wet sound.
Then it was over, almost as abruptly as it had started. The music ended, and Tony disappeared behind the curtains. The lights rose slightly and the men on the screen started in right where they had left off. The black man’s face twisted into a grimace of pleasure as he finally released his load in a great white arc that covered the other man in a sticky sheet. Albert tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up quickly. Standing up, he left the balcony and, pushing past two men kissing in the stairwell, exited the theater and rushed into the dark mouth of the evening.
The next night he found himself once again boarding the bus that would take him to the theater. When he got off at his stop, he walked briskly down the street, this time knowing exactly what it was he was looking for. As he handed his money to the old woman behind the window, he started to blush, thinking that perhaps she remembered him from the night before. But if she did, she made no indication, and he forgot about her as soon as he pushed through the doors and found himself once more in the red-carpeted hallway and felt a tightening in his stomach.
He paused at the stairs that led to the balcony and then moved on into the lower area of the theater. This was more crowded than the balcony had been, with each row occupied by at least two, and sometimes three, men. As Albert walked down the aisle sticky with layers of dried and fresh cum, he noticed the silver-haired man he’d seen the night before having his dick sucked by a young man in shorts and a Mickey Mouse T-shirt, his prick sticking up from the zipper of his suit pants as the other man moved up and down it soundlessly. The man looked at Albert and smiled in recognition, then pushed his partner’s face farther down onto his cock.
Albert took a seat in one of the few empty rows, on the aisle several rows away from the stage. He looked at his watch, saw that he had a twenty-minute wait, and began to watch the movie that was playing itself out on the screen. In this one, a thin man with bad skin and a prick as long and skinny as the rest of him was sticking it into the ass of a short, dark-haired man, who was in turn being blown by another man, who had a crude tattoo of a woman with enormous breasts on his arm. Over the course of twenty minutes, the trio changed positions several times before the man with the big dick and the man with the tattoo came on the dark-haired man’s face.
Then the lights dimmed again and the familiar music blurted into the room. It was louder, because he was nearer the speakers than he had been before, but he was able to tune it out as Tony emerged from behind the screen. This time he was dressed as a construction worker, wearing a tight white T-shirt tucked into jeans.
Albert watched him go through his routine, holding his breath as each article of clothing came off and more of Tony’s body was revealed to him. Sitting so close, he was able to see the delicate swirls made by his chest hair and the sweat that gleamed on his skin as he danced under the lights. When Tony had stripped down to his briefs, which were white this time, Albert was able to see the outline of his delicious prick where it curved along his groin, the head threatening to burst from the waistband.
Despite his close proximity to the stage and the presence of a man across the aisle, Albert was preparing to jerk off along with Tony when Tony came to the edge of the stage, paused, and then, much to Albert’s surprise, moved forward into the aisle. Albert turned and watched as he walked past him, the smell of his sweat hanging on the breeze he caused, and sat on the lap of a fat man six rows back. The fat man put a heavy paw on Tony’s crotch and squeezed, a wet grin crossing his fleshy face. Albert wanted to run back and slap him, but Tony got up and moved farther up the aisle.
After stopping at a few more seats and letting the men in them touch him briefly, Tony turned and moved back toward the stage. Albert sat very still, not wanting the man to see he had been watching or, God forbid, sit on his lap. When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he jumped. Looking up, he saw that Tony had stopped at his seat. But instead of sitting on his lap, he took Albert’s hand and pulled him to his feet.
Albert allowed himself to be pulled forward, unable to say or do anything. When Tony urged him up the stairs to the stage, he followed, thinking that perhaps he was still at home in his own bed and dreaming what was happening. Standing under the hot lights, he looked into the eyes of the man whose picture he had in his pocket and listened to him say, “How about helping me out here?” Tony was smiling, and Albert nodded at him.
Tony took Albert’s coat and tossed it aside, then began to unbutton his shirt. When it was hanging open, he started to rub Albert’s chest, his fingers massaging the skin. He pressed forward, and suddenly the hair of his chest was against Albert’s skin, soft and inviting. Instinctively, he put his hands on Tony’s back and pulled him closer until he could feel Tony’s cock pressed against his own.
Tony pulled Albert’s shirt off and then fumbled with the buckle of his belt. Albert helped him, oblivious now to the fact that he was undressing on a stage in front of a room filled with other men. He knew only that he wanted nothing more than to be naked with Tony, to feel his flesh against his. In a few seconds he was standing in only his briefs, and Tony was kissing him. Albert kissed him back, his tongue forcing itself into Tony’s mouth, his hands finding Tony’s nipples and rubbing them roughly. When they broke apart, he looked into his dark eyes and knew that he would go along with whatever Tony wanted.
Tony took Albert’s hands and slid them down to his waist. Albert felt soft material under his fingers and pulled at it. Tony’s cock fell into his hands, and he held it tightly. Then he dropped to his knees and put the head in his mouth. It was leaking precum, salty and thick, and Albert was soon working up and down the shaft as it stretched to its full length. As he sucked, he worked Tony’s balls with his hand, stretching them out and letting them fall back.
When Tony was completely hard, he began fucking Albert’s mouth in long, slow strokes. Albert watched the inches of flesh pass his lips, felt the head as it pressed against him. His own prick was hanging from his shorts, and he jerked off while he sucked Tony’s tool. The lights on his back were hot, and he could feel rivers of sweat beginning to run down his skin.
Tony put a hand on his chin and urged him to his feet, then turned so that Albert’s cock was pressed against the crack of his ass. He started to grind against him, so that Albert could feel the heat from his skin as it moved along the length of his prick. When Tony bent over, exposing his fresh pink hole in a forest of dark hair, Albert knew what to do. Spitting into his palm, he slicked his cock and pressed the head against the tight opening.
Pushing roughly, he plowed i
nto a warmth as sweet and welcoming as a hot bath. Tony pushed back against him and slid onto his crank until Albert’s balls were slapping his ass cheeks. Closing his eyes, Albert began to fuck him, putting his hands on his waist to steady himself. Tony groaned as the walls of his ass stretched to accommodate Albert’s thickness, but he never slowed the speed of his thrusts.
Before long, Albert was slamming his cock into Tony’s willing ass, the sweat on his belly making wet slapping sounds whenever it came together with the other man’s reddening ass cheeks. He was aware that none of it should have been happening, and that made him fuck Tony even harder, as though if he slowed down Tony and the whole theater would dissolve in a pile of dust. He opened his eyes and saw that Tony was jerking his big prick as he was getting plowed, and he was vaguely aware that in the front row another man was busily beating his cock as his neighbor sucked on his balls.
When he finally came, after what seemed like hours of moving in slow motion, he pulled out of Tony’s ass and turned him around, letting his load stream over Tony’s hairy stomach in four long spurts that drained his heavy nuts and left his breathing ragged and his legs weak. Tony was still stroking his cock and waited until Albert was able to stand behind him and pinch his tits before coming himself, his flood gushing over Albert’s hand where it held his balls and falling onto the stage in thick threads. When he was finished, he took Albert’s hand and led him behind the screen into a dark room.
“Thanks a lot, man,” he said, putting his hand on Albert’s back. “I don’t always know if that’s going to work. Sometimes you get guys up there and they freeze up—can’t get it up and all. But you looked like you’d be into it, so I risked it.”
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