My First Time In An Adult Theater

Shortly after I turned 18, I drove five hours to see my friend who'd moved away the year before. We shared birthdays that month and had always been tight. Her parents were out of town, and she'd stocked up on cherry vodka — perfect for our weekend.

It was snowing when I got there, and on the way, I passed that adult store she'd mentioned. The guy across the street hated it so much he'd put up this giant thirty-foot cross glaring right at the place. Classic.

We hugged, then she dropped the news — a migraine was coming on. Damn. But fuck it, we headed downstairs. I tossed my bag in my room, changed into shorts and a shirt. She handed me a drink right as I stepped out. "You might as well have some fun," she said.

She took meds, slapped a heat pack on her neck, and fell asleep about an hour later. I kept drinking cherry vodka and 7UP. Early evening, but I wasn't about to just sit around. I switched into sweatpants, a hoodie, grabbed my shoes, ID, and some cash, then stepped into the cold.

The walk to the store was just a few blocks. Snow was piling, wind was picking up, and the cold bit into me. At the door, a sign: Must be 21 or older. Fuck it. I slipped in anyway. The woman behind the counter asked for ID, I gave it to her — she glanced, handed it back, probably didn't care or didn't look.

I roamed the aisles, grabbing a few things, then went to pay. She disappeared through a back door and came back. I found out there was more in the back half — theaters, booths. My curiosity started spinning.

My friend had been vague about what went on there. But this lady? She saw my wheels turning. "You wanna go back there? See what it's about? Maybe have some fun?"

"Like sex?" I asked, half joking.

"All the time," she said. "If you wanna try, I'll let you in free."

I hesitated, then she pointed me out the front door around the side. "We just shoveled the sidewalk. You can check out the rooms, and if you want, do something."

I walked around the back. The parking lot was full. Inside, at a different counter, the same woman gave me some advice, then let me through.

A short hall led to two doors. I picked one and stepped inside. The door shut behind me.

The room was dark, L-shaped, with chairs and couches scattered. Two TVs flickered porn. Men lounged and stood, shadows among shadows.

I found a spot to sit, nerves prickling. A man approached and asked to sit. I nodded. Small talk—weather, how I was.

"Here to play, or just watch?"

"I'm not sure."

He patted the couch. "Come sit closer. If you wanna stop, just say."

I moved next to him. His hand slid to my thigh, slow, careful. "This okay?" he asked. I nodded.

His hand crept higher, right up my inner thigh. My legs spread without thought. Shit.

"You've got nice tits, huh?" he said. I nodded again.

His hands roamed up my stomach, cupping my breasts. He lifted my hoodie until my boobs were bare. "Nice tits," he said, licking and sucking my nipples, making fire ignite inside me.

Another man asked to sit on my other side. The first nodded. I said okay.

Two hands now, pulling off my hoodie, laying it behind me.

The first man asked if he could take out his cock. I said yes, and he stood in front of me.

He stood, unbuckled, unzipped, pants dropped. A decent cock, heavy balls swinging low.

I leaned forward and took his head in my mouth.

Sleazy as hell — giving a blowjob in this dark den. My head moved back and forth, sliding his cock in and out.

He stiffened quickly. Minutes passed.

"Can I cum in your mouth?" he asked.

I nodded, and we kept going.

He grabbed my head, thrust his hips, and blasted his load into the back of my mouth, shot after shot. I swallowed every drop.

"Was that okay?" I asked.

"Jesus Christ, yeah."

The other guy jumped up, cock out. Short and thin. I wasn't thrilled, but I did it. Forty-five seconds and done.

Then a tall guy came over and asked if I would take care of him. Again, I nodded. His cock huge, balls like lemons.

"If it's too much, I get it," he said.

"Nope, I'm good," I told him.

I held his cock, opened wide, took the head in. Pulled him closer, started sucking.

Thoughts flooded — why am I doing this? Why do I like it? How far will I go? Why does it turn me on that others watch?

I sucked, feeling him grow longer, thicker. Should I stroke him? Didn't want to risk it.

He stopped me. Asked if I'd have sex. "Not sure you'll fit."

"On my back?"

"That's perfect."

I slid off my sweatpants, hoodie tossed behind the couch, and lay down.

Knees bent, legs spread. The guy I'd been blowing dropped his pants and shoes, knelt between my legs.

He eased the head of his cock onto my inner thigh, then past my lips. My heart skipped.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, till he was all the way inside, pressing against my cervix.

I started to say stop, but he smiled. "Oh, that's bottom."

He pumped slowly, then faster. I didn't hate it.

My moans mixed with sounds from the porn on the TVs.

We kept eye contact — his determination meeting my willingness.

Men wandered over, watching me take him, wanting him.

A fire built inside me — "More, more," my body begged.

I shuddered into an earth-shattering orgasm.

He asked about doggy style. I couldn't say yes fast enough.

He pulled out, and I flipped over, hands and knees on the couch.

He slid in again, hands on my hips, plowing me like an Iowa corn field.

The slaps of his body against me echoed loudly, perfectly, with an audience.

The pace quickened, and my moans turned into grunts and groans.

"Keep going!" I begged.

He went harder, faster. My body jarred with each thrust, my brain melting to jelly.

An orgasm hit both of us — we came together.

He shot his load deep inside of me.

Slowly, he pulled out, cock falling free.

That was amazing! 

"Can I stay? Maybe round two later?"

"Hell yes," I said.

Then it blurred — nameless, faceless men, cocks and cum. One, sometimes two, at once.

The spit roasting was insane. I wanted more of it! 

Not sure how long I'd been there or how many took me, but I needed a break. I needed to pee and drink some water.

The tall guy grabbed me a bottle while I carefully hovered over the nastiest toilet ever.

I dampened paper towels, wiped what I could. It didn't matter — I was going back.

Back out, the men shifted to the couches in the rear.

They asked my age, name, and where I was from. I gave just enough info to make them happy.

We moved to a couch. The endless line continued — loads in my mouth, pussy, back, ass, hair. Man gravy everywhere.

Finally, there were two left — the tall guy and another big one.

They had me stand. One lay back.

Tall guy said, "Get on top of him."

I slid down on his cock, riding him.

He moved behind me, pushing me down to the guy under me.

I thought, what now?

Then I felt his cock slide up my inner thigh— not in my ass, but in my pussy.

They were both inside my pussy!! Holy fuck!

They railed me, stretching me wide, pounding my body. 

I braced, expecting pain, but the two of them stretching, filling me, it was incredible.

They plowed me hard. Smashing me, in and out, in and out. 

My moans and groans probably drowned out the porn.

Another orgasm. Then another. I collapsed on the guy below me, soaked in sweat and cum.

They came inside me again, one after the other.

The guy behind me slowly pulled out, some relief!

The other guy's cock fell out of me, I am sure followed by some of their seed.

They helped me up, got me water, and let me breathe.

I pulled my hoodie back on, climbed into my sweats, and tied my shoes with shaky fingers.

They helped me sit, handed me water, and told me to sip slowly.

When I gathered myself, I hunted down my clothes, slipped back into sweatpants and shoes.

One helped with my hoodie.

We stepped out into the snow.

Tall guy asked if I parked up front.

"No, I walked."

He offered a ride.

If it hadn't snowed eight inches and my knees weren't jelly, I'd have walked back.

We talked on the short drive and then in front of the house. Before I got out, I gave him my number.

"Text me," I said.

"I'd love to see you again," he said.

I kissed his cheek and thanked him for an amazing time.

"Fucking awesome," he said.

Back inside, I peeled off my clothes and took the hottest shower I could stand.

Then I crawled into bed, wiped out, warm, used up.

Before I went to sleep, I thought:

UNBELIEVABLE.