This is an erotic work of fiction, which describes fantasy gay sex without mentioning the use of condoms or other safe sex methods. I'm sure readers will share my view that we may ignore AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases in our fantasies, but they do exist in the real world. Reading stories about fantasy sex and masturbating is safe. Indulging in unsafe sex is stupid.
As always it started with the guy next to me moving his knee in my direction and making contact with my knee. I don't move my knee, but I was immediately excited. He moves his knee up and down, rubbing against mine. I still don't do anything, but my prick's rock hard. I'm waiting for him to move. He places his hand on the knee touching mine. I glance sideways to check him out. Much taller and bigger than me, good looking and about thirty. I'm twenty-four, 5'6" and slim build with fair hair and blue eyes in contrast to his dark hair and eyes.
We're sitting next to each other in a small cinema watching a cowboy film. What's called a 'B' movie. Along with ninety-nine percent of the other people in the audience, I have no idea what the film is called. It's not important. Men, and absolutely every member of the audience is male, only come to this particular cinema because it's a Gay cruising ground. With many years of experience the management may have discovered that cowboy films go down well with this sort of clientele or, more likely, such films are cheaper to hire.
The cinema is only half full. I always take a seat in the middle of a row. In that way other guys have to choose to come and sit next to me. Sometimes they are too embarrassed to come and sit next to me in an otherwise empty row. They start off a few seats away and then move closer. This guy today has been bold enough to edge his way along the empty seats and sit next to me. He wasted no time and pressed his knee against mine within moments.
His fingers creep down the side of his thigh and turn to touch my thigh. By now he knows I'm willing and gradually moves his hand onto my knee, down the inside of my thigh and across to rest on my crutch and the outlines of my stiff prick. He turns his head and smiles at me. I half turn and smile back. That confirms I'm sub enough to allow him to go further. His other hand reaches across, feels for my nipple and squeezes. I close my eyes and open my mouth slightly as he squeezes harder. His hand leaves my tit, drops down to the zip in my jeans and lowers it. Can other people hear it moving slowly down? I don't care.
The first hand now moves into my pants and grips my hard prick trapped in my briefs. His second hand moves in, grips the waistband of my briefs and pulls it down under my balls. My prick springs out. He grabs it with one hand and with his other hand eases out my balls. He's in charge and knows it. He starts wanking me slowly. His other hand inches up under my shirt, grasps my nipple and twists. I wince and grit my teeth. He leans towards me.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes," I mumble.
"Undo your belt."
My hands fumble with the clasp and I unfasten my belt. He takes his hand off my nipple, unfastens my trouser button and spreads the flies of my jeans wide. He then tucks up the front of my shirt and plays with my nipples in turn, twisting and squeezing them.
"Do you like being hurt?"
"Yes," I whisper.
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir."
"That's better boy. Now lift up your backside."
Using the arms of the seat I lever myself up. He uses both his hands to pull my jeans down. First to me knees and then my ankles. Then he tugs down my briefs. I lower my bare bottom back onto the seat. He takes my hand and draws it across to take hold of his rigid cock sticking out of his flies. It's huge and circumcised. I need no prompting to start working it up and down. He now pushes my shirt up under my armpits and twists my tits in turn. All the time his other hand is pumping my prick. I close my eyes. This is what I dream of. Being used by a well endowed dominant guy.
Suddenly he nudges me. I open my eyes to find several guys have taken seats in the row in front and have turned to see my half-naked body on show and being milked.
"Is this what you like boy? Naked, on show?"
"Yes Master."
One of the guys in front reaches over, uses his finger to scoop up pre-cum from my engorged prick and puts it into my mouth. I take it and continue sucking. My Master turns and grins at me.
"If I'm your Master, you must be my slave."
"Yes Master," I gasp. "I'm near to cumming Sir."
He eases up on his strokes and removes my hand from his own cock.
"Before you do that, I think you need your arse spanking boy."
The guys in front nod their approval.
"Pull your pants up and follow me to the bog. Okay?"
"Yes Master."
He zips up and edges past other guys now sitting in the our row towards the aisle. I carefully pull up my briefs and jeans hoping others will not notice and hastily follow my Master out. Others in the row have observed what's been going on and grope my arse as I pass them. I walk up the aisle as if butter wouldn't melt in my mouth and enter the 'Gents". It is by no means modern. Instead of individual urinals, there is one stainless steel trough about thirty feet long at floor level and two cubicles at the far end. My Master signals to me from where he stands near to the far end. The guys from the row in front and others line the trough on either side of him. He's reserved a space next to him and I step into it, take out my stiff prick and pretend to pee.
"Wank yourself boy."
I do as I'm told. He pushes me back from the trough so the other guys can see me wanking.
"Give me your belt boy."
I unthread it from my jeans and hand it over.
"Drop your pants slave."
Deeply embarrassed to do so with all the guys watching, I unzip and lower my jeans.
"Lean forward and place your hands on the wall."
Again I do as I'm told. Using both his hands he grips the waistband of my briefs, rips them apart and drops the rags into the piss filled trough. He runs a hand over my smooth naked bottom. The other guys are crowding around and watching. I can feel myself blushing. He starts to spank my arse. One cheek and then the other the other. The strokes become harder and more rapid. I'm being spanked in public like a naughty boy. It's hurting. I begin to whimper and breathe quickly. My eyes are smarting and I'm on the point of crying when the spanking stops. He and others rub their hands over my sore bottom.
"Stand up boy."
I straighten up. He lifts up my shirt, over my head and off. He stares me in the face, glances at the shirt and allows it to drop to the floor. He kicks it away. While he's doing this another guy kneels and starts to unlace my sneakers. He licks my prick at the same time. My Master is busy feeling my bottom and probing with a large finger into my hole. I feel my shoes being removed, then my socks and then my jeans. I'm completely naked surrounded by men feeling up my body and twisting my tits. I offer no resistance. This is the fulfilment of a fantasy. It's actually happening and I'm wallowing in the heady excitement of humiliation.
"Hands back on the wall slave."
I lean against the wall. He kicks my legs wider apart. I hear the whoosh of the belt before the first hard strike. I yell out and lower one hand to try and protect my arse. A guy on either side holds my hands against the wall. Two others kneel and hold my legs in place. The belt cracks down again and again and again. I lose count. My moaning and yelping only adds to the entertainment of the laughing and jeering crowd. Tears are flooding down my face. I'm suffering intense pain, but at the same time, in my mind, relishing the thought of being a naked slave on public show as he's punished. They clap and whistle as the belting ends. My Master drags me away from the wall, doubles me over, kicks my legs wide and without warning plunges his huge cock into my arse. I scream.
"That's it bumboy. Take it you little bitch."
"Fuck your bitchslave please Master."
His thrusts are hard and regular. Accompanied by harsh words that excite him, the crowd and are sweet music to a submissive's ears.
"Let's show these guys how your boycunt needs using."
I can feel my own orgasm building as he repeatedly hits my love button.
"Push your arse back slave."
His hands rest heavy on my back. I push back, working my practised cunt muscles, hoping we can shoot in unison.
"Ready boy, ready to get my spunk up you?"
"Yes sir, thank you sir. Fuck me Master please. Make me your slave sir."
With a great dominant bellow of satisfaction he shoots his load and I feel gigantic spurts of his semen filling me as I cum myself, shooting ribbons of spunk onto the tiled floor below me. He removes his cock, spins me around and feeds his cock into my mouth. I suck greedily as I feel another guy's thick dick pushing into my arse and begin pumping. I'm truly a bumboy; a bumboy whore. My Master steps back to watch along with the rest of the guys as I'm fucked again. Whoever's up me must have been hot as he sprays his spunk into me after only a few strokes.
"On your knees boy."
Down on my knees his hand presses on the back of my neck until my face is near the floor.
"Lick up your spunk you bitch."
My tongue laps up my own pool of cum from the dirty floor. I feel the tip of his boot grinding into my arsehole. It's a moment I shall savour and remember when I masturbate. His boot now pushes me onto my side.
"Lie down in the trough dog where you belong."
I hesitate. Using both boots he pushes me over and I roll into the cold, metal, piss filled trough. It stinks of stale urine. I can feel my back, arse and legs half submerged in yellow piss. I lie looking up at him and the rest of the grinning men peering down at this worthless, servile male slave. My Master lifts his semi-hard cock and aims it at me. I open my mouth to welcome his dominant stream of wonderful golden piss and gulp it down. The others piss on me too aiming for my face and crotch. One or two wank like mad and shoot their spunk over my body. My Master for the day shakes the last drops of piss onto me, zips up and leaves.
Gradually the rest of the guys drift back into the cinema to watch the end of the cowboy film. Soaked in piss and cum I struggle into my piss sodden clothes and make my way to the exit.
I look forward to touching knees again. Who knows, it might be you?
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