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Named after the Italian wildcat who took credit for discovering the New World, the city of Christopher, Ohio welcomed with open arms. I loved everything about the city from its clear weather, the Midwestern friendliness I'd come to expect, and a historic theater that caught my eye while casually browsing through a tourism brochure at the hotel. Not only did it date all the way to the early 1920s as a speakeasy during America's Prohibition Era, but it served as a popular gay night club during the 1970s sexual revolution, then re-embraced its early roots while presenting itself as a hotspot for Ohioans around Christopher to go to each night. Concerts, parties, films, magic shows, anything and everything happened each night at the Charlton Theatre, now called the Speak Easily Historic Theatre.

Standing at two stories and wearing its age proudly, the Art Deco movie theater's lobby/bar was stationed by a flamboyant lion in his late twenties and an aloof tiger who clearly didn't want to be there. Especially since it was a Friday evening and not as many visitors came to see the theater. As for the lion, while he did have his phone open on the countertop, the well-dressed happily put it away when I bluntly asked for a stiff drink.

"Your finest glass of red wine behind you, please," I smile seductively wow fishing out my wallet. My eyes didn't even try to hide watching the lithe lion's rear end as he reached for the wine decanter, then bent over to grab a glass to pour it in. "Mm, how long have you been working here? This is my first time visiting."

The lion's name tag read 'Wendell', who laughed. "This place or Christopher?"

"All of the above in Ohio," I let slip my German accent, handing him the appropriate number of dollar bills, plus a tip. "And thank you."

"Enjoy the show tonight, sir," he gave a subtle wink as I entered the main theater area.

According to the official website, the previous night's main event was a magic show. The night before had been a poetry slam. Tonight, the Christopher Jazz Orchestra planned two serenade attendees with smooth Music to bring them back in time to when the Speak Easily Theatre served its original purpose. After settling down at a corner table overlooking the main stage full of musicians preparing themselves and their instruments, I sipped my wine glass. It didn't compare to the finer bottles in my possession at Diamandis Isle, but it still tasted divine. It still teleported me back to when some of my tiring evenings were spent at classy nightclubs in Berlin. Too exhausted to shag but not enough to simply be in bed.

My thoughts returned to the bartending lion. Dismissing it as a bad idea to distract him from work, I instead opened up my phone, but not without taking some selfies and photos of the theatre's interior. For memories, plus something to show the boys back home.

Originally, I didn't plan for hookups within a respectable establishment. My original plan for the evening involved a few hours of exquisite dinner and messaging with various Howlr users in the Christopher area, all while listening to the wonderful jazz players perform onstage. Afterwards, I'd invite a potential lad to my hotel room not too far away from the theatre. What changed the evening on its head though was when I got a notification for a matched profile...within the building.

The same exact black panther in a waiter's vest, handing me my menu. "Welcome to the Speak Easily Historic Theatre, how may I serve you?"

I responded first by requesting a light entrée, then sent him a DM with semi-lewd photo showing my face. The next time he stopped by my table midway through the orchestral show, the panther--named Chance but called 'CatBoiNeeds2Suk' on his Howlr profile-- the feline lad blushed heavily in my presence. Luckily, he didn't need to keep assuming for too long. My smile and a playful wink told him everything.

"A-Anything else I can help you w-with this evening, sir?" He bashfully recited his job's script, trying not to stare at me or into my eyes. "I-If there's anything you need..."

"Not at the moment," I winked again with a click of my tongue, "but if you continue providing such amazing service, that might change. I'd be interested in...samples of something tall, dark, very limber, if you catch my drift?"

"I-I think I do, s-sir," he blushed once more, walking away.

***

So began a teasing cold war of sorts between me and Chance, the handsome panther. Whenever he stopped by to ask if I wanted any refills or to taste the other wine options, I gave subtle pinches and soft butt slaps out of view from other guests. Sam noticed but didn't care though, which made me feel bold enough to flirt more with my waiter. He went so far as to send me quite a few naughty pics on the app during a break, which then culminated into me surrendering the fight by motioning him to my table later in the evening.

"I'm having such a wonderful time, but need a place for some peace and quiet," I whispered to him under the eloquent jazz being played to attentive listeners. "Do you know where you could...come with me?"

Minutes later, Chance led me sneakily into the unoccupied projection booth of the theatre, then had me sit down with my legs spread and jeans discarded. He knelt down to grip my revealing cock tip, fondled the churning balls beneath, then opened wide around the former. I gasped for air.

Unbelievable. Simply put, the petite panther blew me as if my dick was a high-quality trumpet. His experienced lips delightfully made me create noises akin to a moaning chorus, occasionally intertwined with soft growls and hissing breaths whenever his fingers fondled my hanging scrotum just right. His muffled gagging and focused purring filled the background like percussion, vibrating through my dick and making my tailbase sore from how fast it wagged from the immense pleasure.

I felt certain we weren't the only gay men to have fun inside the historic theatre let alone in the projection room. We also weren't the first to suck off or get sucked during a live performance on the ground floor. I could smell faint evidence suggesting otherwise, as well as spotted in stains on the floorboards. Plus, nobody kept boxes of tissues in or sprayed such a small room so many times. The dreamy thought of countless elicit liaisons and copulating lovers finding private refuge in the booth made my balls churn and my cock throb inside the purring panther's maw, who couldn't resist stroking himself through his workplace pants.

We both heard the Christopher Jazz Orchestra climax as I did. Nobody could've heard us Halloween trumpets and bashing drum-fare, followed by clapping and loud cheers from the unaware mammals. It made me suddenly hard again.

"Didn't bring any lube with to work," Chance whimpered. "Did you?"

"No," I licked my canine chops, imagining the rest of the prospective evening. "But I know another place to go after you're done with your shift. My treat."