My first...

My first time wearing a leotard... Must've been about 8. No idea why, that is, I have no memory of planning or the events leading up to it but I remember going to sleep with my sister's leotard on. Subsequently I remember on several occasions sneaking down to the laundry room and finding one of her leotards, and taking it to wear in bed. I also remember now, but never noticed at the time, that I never put them back. That means that mum was finding them and returning them. Never said a word. Actually, there were two - one black with a back zip, one green short sleeve with a shoulder zip. Both plain nylon, I have no idea if lycra was around much but it certainly wasn't in the schoolgirl ballet business. (This would've been about 1968, 9) My first time in lycra... I had three or four leos by the tie I was about 13. Plain nylon ones, sold in the hoisery dept of most supermarkets then. But they were starting to be a fashion item as well as exercise wear about that time, and a shiny sparkly green long sleeved leo with a very low back which must've looked stunning on the right girl in the right skirt... but it felt really good on me after I bought one "as a birthday present for my sister". Also, by this time, I'd discovered masturbation and that naturally come together with the leotards. That green one was the cause of many a stiffy. My first porno... I was 17. Day trip to London with a mate. Well I have no idea what he wanted to do but we both had ideas how to spend the afternoon and clearly "together" wasn't it, despite both our folks thinking that was the plan. We split up with an agreement where and when to meet back up for the trip home. I went wondering around Soho. This resulted in a double whammy. First, I knew where there was a dancewear shop, and had often peered in the window. But today they had a blue unitard in there. I had never seen one, and I had to have it. I realised it woud blow most of my cash but I had enough. I bought one "for my sister" - actually a cerise colour as the only blue one was on the mannequin. Stashing this in my backpack, I headed over the road and down into Soho. I'd wondered around before. I'd even bought a couple of magazines, but they were fake. They pretended to be Color Climax and similar but were shrink-wrapped, and when you got it home and opened it, you found that under the "removable" sticker, was a non-removable one, which had been stuck on before they photocopied the page. And the inside of the "mag" was often more cover pages of other editions similarly treated, or was the inside pages of a "Forum". That, at least, gave a lad something to read and one copy mentioned some of the Soho bookshops had naughty cinemas out the back. As luck would have it, the first one I wondered into on Frith St had the same crap magazines but I realised what the cine-8 projector on the counter mounted pointing downwards implied and handed over three quid. Two minutes later I was downstairs seeing real uncensored porn for the first time. I must've sat there for a couple of hours by which time I'd cum at least twice. This without unzipping anything - never even occurred to me at that time. I just rubbed myself, still wearing the yellow leotard I had on under he 14oz denims and that resulted in a green stain on the leotard! The unitard was tried on as soon as I got home, and also ganined a couple of dark patches by morning, and many more over the years. Over the next few months I would visit London about once a week. Standard Procedure now was to go with a unitard or leotard under street clothes, checkout the mag shelves, then pop in to a cinema. Two hour shows for a couple of quid were the norm, and I'd watch then shoot - usually unzipping so I could rub myself through just the lycra. Then I'd have a cofee or coke and a saandwich and find another cinema, repeat until hometime. Ah, to be a teenager again... My first shared.... I was by now a fan of "shemale" films. They were few and far between but always got my attention when i saw one. Up until this point I had not seen any gay films and had not considered other people's cocks has holding any interest. But now I also became more aware that, clearly, I was not the only person having a wank whilst watching the films, and also that in the back row, people were not sitting next to each other just because the cinema was full. I started sitting nearer the back and trying to catch a glance - without being so rude as to turn and stare. Coz that would be rude and coz I was way too shy. I had zero thought of trying to get involved - not that I'd decided against it, it just simply never occurred to me... until one day I was enjoying the film from a row nearer the back than I'd been yet when someone sat next to me. Next minute the hand feeling up my red lycra unitard through my open zip was not my own hand. So anyway, I say I hadn't considered joining in, but I guess I must have done, subconsciously. Because my reaction was not to run away or pull back, but to glance across, see that his cock was standing at full attention, and to reach over an grab it! I loved the feel but that plus his stroking put me right over the edge. Boom. By the time I was back on planet earth he'd gone. After this I was still too shy to sit in the back row but I found if I sat in the row in front, I could dangle my hand over the back and sooner or later someone would put something in it, which I could play with. For a couple of months, I did this twice a week, plus I started to be less shy about watching the fun as clearly no-one minded. Indeed, some clearly love to be watched. I had modified several garments by now sewing in a lycra sheath. I ws wearing a black leotard with a sheath which was just the right size, my best effort so far, when I first plucked up courage to sit in the back row. It was a quiet day but before long there were about six of us. We were all, at first, looking after our own wiggly bits when a chap wearing just a pair of boxers walked along the row offering up his cock to be sucked. The first three guys passed but the guy on my left reached forwards and started to suck. I stared. And the guy on my right put a hand into my joggers. He discovered lycra, including the now well filled sheath, and started to run both hands all over. When Boxer Shorts came in the mouth of the guy next to me, I shot off in the sheath. My first suck... I was sat in the back row, wearing a black unitard. By now I was brave enough to push my trousers down and undo my shirt. In fact, on this occasion, I'd taken my shirt off. I was really hard - coz the film I was watching featured a couple of "cat burglars" who were breaking into hotel rooms, but they kept getting caught and having to fuck their way out of trouble. The girl's black lycra unitard was getting very splotch, and the guy's black zip up suit had a hole for his cock, so he could shag the female victims without taking it off. And the guy sitting next to me kept looking from the screen to my similar suit and back. Mine had a black lycra sheath s I was showing no skin, but he clearly made the connection. We watched the rest of the film holding each other's cocks. He sensibly worked out I wouldn't want to miss the film, but when the next one came on, he pulled my head towards his cock and I just went with it. My first taste of knob with precum. I decided I liked it, and started to do what I thought would be best when someone who couldn't see me as I sat in the dark corner in my all black suit tried to sit next to my friend in the seat I was in. Like something from a carry-on film. "Sorry - didn't see you there". By the time we sorted that out, my friend had to go. My first load in... Over the months I'd had quite a few guys cum from my handjobs, and I was, I felt, getting pretty good at them. But I'd only had that one suck. I'd been sucked a couple of times. One guy liked to suck me through the lycra sheath, and slurp my load through the fabric. But he was the only one. Others either returned the hand job or just let me give them one. One day I was sat in the aisle seat, and looking after my own business when I caught a movemet out of the corner of my eye. When I turned my head, I saw that there was a guy standing in the aisle, with his very hard cock out, and it was about an inch from my face. I leant forwards an inch, then a couple more, and he pushed forwards until I had a very full mouth. I sucked and licked as best I could, until I felt the underside of his cock throb. I realised he was dumping his load at the back of my mouth. I swallowed. It was gone - never even tasted it! As he pulled out, the guy sitting next to me grabbed me and finished me off. My first load on... Sitting at the far end of the back row, wearing a one piece racing swimsuit over a unitard - a combination I had discovered felt really good as t he straps of the suit slide over the lycra of the unitard. Also, the unitard didn't have a sheath, just a hole. This meant I COULD now get my cock out completely, but I could keep it under the swimsuit, as I was still too shy to fly the flag openly. But I could get it out when I thought (or could pretend) no-one was looking, and sneak it back in quickly. In a reprise of the boxer-short scene, I saw a chap working his way along the row from the aisle. There were three other guys who this chap presented his cock to but they ducked it. When he got to me, I didn't. I leaned forwards and took him in. I'd sucked two or three guys now so was getting the hang of it and what different guys liked. This guy was quite big and I was getting tired jaws but I could tell he was getting there so I persisted. As he reached the point of no return, he pulled back. I have no idea if he was politely trying not to cum in my mouth without it being offered, which I knew some guys did, but came before he could grab a tissue - or was sneakily trying to give me a facial. But the end result was a HUGE load dumped on my chest. He said "thanks" and left at once. Leaving me to wonder what to do. I didn't have any tissues. Since my early visits with no cock-hole inevitably end up with me cumming inside my leotard or unitard, I now pull back in and cum inside even when I have a hole. So I had no way to deal with the dumped load. Also, I was horny as fuck, as between the film which was quite good and having just given this guy a seeing to, I was hard as oak. I didn't want to worry about the load, so I didn't. I watched the film, and continued to wank. As I sat there, I couldl feel the really warm load seeping through the two layers of lycra and spreading out. Then it started to cool. And the smell rose around my face from my chest area. And I shot my load really hard - didn't have time to pull back inside so that's a second load dumped on the swimsuit! I sat there and waited for them both to soak in enough that they wouldn't cause a massive damp patch on my trousers and shirt then left. Since then, I've had people shoot all over me on many occasions. One chap saw me arrive and as soon as he saw my unitard, came and asked if he could shoot on it. Others are surprised to realise I'm happy for them to do this, usually as I give them a hand job as they stand near me, they may try to pull away to shoot but I keep them pointed in the right direction! Most I have had on any one cinema visit is four plus my own, which won't win me any bukkake medals, but it's always a turn on.

Great Story!!! i Enjoyed reading it!

Ooh - thought this had disappeared! Glad to see it still on line. Save me re-typing it. Sad to say NO grown-ups cinemas left in London any more. Couple in the midlands but it's a long way to drive...