Last night, after all day sat at the computer, I needed a walk, and my feet led me to that street again. I turned right off the main road with its roaring traffic and clattering trams, and about twenty metres down on the right, through a gaudy yellow shopfront, stairs lead down to a basement sex shop. The main attraction there is the cinema - one hetero, and one for other persuasions. Despite myself, I usually sit in the hetero one: there's more space, and it's more fun to be seen by ostensibly straight men. Sometimes, though rarely, there are women too.
There are several rows of seats, like church pews, and at the very back, against the wall, a slightly higher level bench. I settled on this back bench in the middle, so as to catch the reflected light from the screen, unbuttoned my fly and began my act of worship. One or two other men on the back row cast sidelong glances at me as I grew. It took a while to work up a decent erection... to be honest I was masturbating out of boredom, but in that environment the appetite soon comes. The others don't go there for porn either; after all, that's freely available online. It's the thrill of being with other men totally concentrated on the pleasure of our loins. I noticed a guy on the same row as me, slightly overweight, looked very serious, and he had his cock out, I could see it shine. He was looking at mine, which was now fully hard. I bounced it on the palm of my hand to see if I could elicit a flicker of admiration. No, he kept his frown.
Unabashed, I pulled my trousers down to my knees, so I could get better access to stroke my balls. Then two young men entered. They stayed by the entrance door as their eyes became accustomed to the dark. I could see they were both pale-skinned and dark-haired, fit, about 30, both with a dusting of stubble along the jawline. The taller of the two had large brown eyes like pools of honey, and he was looking at my hard cock. Right at it. That such a handsome man would deign to look at me... I could feel the stinging tingle of the semen building up at the base of my cock, then I knew I could no longer hold back. And why would I? With his eyes fixed on my cock head I continued to stroke, as it swelled up and disgorged pearls of spunk into my lap.
It was swiftly over, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. I wonder though if the two young men were friends, who had planned a wank together there? How well hung were they? So many questions left unanswered. But I had my daily constitutional, and returned home to sleep soundly.
