A cherished memory of a day in San Francisco

I was living in San Jose and decided to take a day trip to S.F. by driving to Oakland and taking BART. I was being the typical tourist seeing the sights and taking photos. I passed by a gay heater with "Tarzan" on the marquee. Intrigued, I went in and sat down near the back but a few seats in from the aisle. Seeing Tarzan sucking and being sucked gave me a tremendous hard-on that I could not leave alone so I pulled out my throbbing cock so I could fondle myself as I watched. As I played with myself a gut sat in the aisle seat of my row. I didn't look toward him but I could tell he was watching me play with my dick. I wanted him closer to me so I waved my dick in the air. It worked, he moved over to the seat next to me. He started brushing my thigh with the back of his hand but I immediately grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on my hard, hot cock. I loved the feeling of his hand squeezing and stroking my cock. I remember patting the back of his hand letting him know I wanted him to continue. We had not spoken a word to each other nor even looked at each other when he leaned towards me and whispered into my ear, "Follow me." With the command he rose and pulled me out of my seat by his grip on my cock. I obediently followed as he led to the men's room. We stood in the doorway for a moment and found the room very crowded and filled with the sounds of cocks being sucked. He turned and, still leading me by my dick, we went into the women's room. Surprisingly it was completely empty. We stopped in the center of the room where he spun around to face me and immediately dropped to his knees and took me into his mouth and gave me a much needed blowjob. It didn't take long before he had me screaming as I came into his mouth. He grabbed both cheeks as I had managed to drop my jeans and deep-throated me to bring out ever drop of my cum. As I began to go soft he rose and looked me in the eye. I then told him, "It's my turn!" I started to kneel as he undid his belt and jeans so I could pull down everything and see the cock I was about to suck. It was a beautiful Black cock. Cut, like mine, and about the same size as my six-incher. I grabbed his cheeks and began pumping my lips on his gorgeous Black dick. I was so involved in sucking him that I did not immediately notice someone had joined us and was watching a White guy with a Black dick in his mouth. I felt shear happiness when he came as I swallowed his massive load of cum. Wanting to linger with his cock in my mouth I looked up at him and only then realized our audience. I was happy to suck another cock but my new friend pulled his cock out of my mouth and left with the guy that was watching us. No words were exchanged, only cum, and I was left kneeling on the floor with my jeans around my ankles. Still, I was happy, my cock was happy and my mouth was happy. Oh, BTW, it was my first Black cock.