Force Of Habit

It was the mid 90's and I went through a tough divorce and lay off .I was 40 at the time and just wanted a job and life with low stress .I found an overnight security position during the week which meant I patrolled a downtown office building and saw virtually no one until the morning at 8 am when I was relieved by the day guy. The job was easy and I could read a lot on my shifts.

I had moved to a cheap bachelor apartment in an old house within walking distance of the job .I got into a routine of walking home to a local diner and having a big breakfast before going home to sleep. One morning after breakfast it was around 12 noon and I saw some older men going into a seedy adult porn theater a few blocks from my place. I was sleepy but bored so decided to go in. It was a large old theater that had seen better days with rows and rows of musty seats and a big screen. They showed grainy 70's and 80's straight porn movies and you could see the sparse older crowd hunched in their seats .I noticed there were some men sitting together and after a few times going there I realized guys were blowing each other and giving each other hand jobs and some were kissing.

Over time this atmosphere made me horny and I would get an erection. Older men started approaching me as I was a regular and sitting beside me. Men started feeling my crotch and putting their hand on my leg .I was so horny I began letting this happen and one afternoon this white haired gent around 70 masturbated me in my seat and milked my cock into a kleenex. This happened more and more and I was letting older guys blow me as well .I enjoyed the blowjobs as they were pretty good at it and they always swallowed my loads. After a year of this I was addicted to the sex and realized some men always sat with each other. The older gent who had masturbated me the first time had blown me a lot since then and seemed to gravitate to me. More and more often he would try and sit beside me before the other guys did and make sure he looked after me first. I got used to him and even craved his company. He became bolder and began kissing my mouth first before he took my cock in his mouth or hands .He excited me this way and I responded by kissing him back .This had the effect of indicating to the other men I was his partner now and they left us alone to make out and have sex. We would neck passionately for a long time before he polished off my cut cock with his wet mouth and swallowed my load. Then I would leave and so would he. Eventually only he and I were having sex .When leaving the theater I noticed his lined clean shaven face and white hair and slim shorter body. He would smile at me and we walked together smoking cigarettes. It had dawned on me I had gone gay and he was my older boyfriend. He started coming home with me and we would cook together dinner after we slept together in my bed. On weekends he would sleep over .In the course of all this I learned how to suck his cock in my bed though I never did this at the theater. I loved taking his loads of cum as well and gobbled it all up We continued meeting up at the theater during the week so he could look after my cock there .We both were addicted to that seedy atmosphere and we also enjoyed that other men peeked over the seat or from further down the row watching my cock disappear into his mouth. This affair lasted 10 years until he got ill with cancer and passed away. I missed him and did not go to the theater for a year .However eventually the addiction was too strong and I went now as a 50 yr old gay needy man. Until the theater closed in 2012 I was a cocksucker there blowing old guys and taking their loads .I became one of them .I miss those days.