**[Gay] – [Threesome MMM] – [Handjob] – [Masturbation] – [Dirty talk] – [Cum on stomach] – [Submissive] – [Humiliation] – [Public] – [Cinema]**
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It was a warm summer night when I parked my car near the cinema and got out. The sun had set hours ago but the sweltering heat was still there, making everything feel sticky and damp. Even only wearing a shirt and shorts was barely enough to deal with the humidity.
As an extraordinary step, I had even taken off my boxers for some extra circulation and going commando before leaving my apartment. Being skinny it took quite a lot to get me sweating but the summer weather had been unrelenting and even I had gotten uncomfortable.
As I was on my own and set to spend a few hours in the dark inside a theatre, I wasn’t worried about anyone noticing. Late-night showings were never very busy and the movie I had picked had been out for a few weeks, making me expect only a handful of other people would be in the room with me.
That suited me just fine as I was mostly looking forward to the air-conditioning. The fact that the heat wouldn’t allow me to sleep for another few hours anyway had just made the decision easier.
Inside the lobby, the lights were dimmed and cast everything in a rather subtle orange glow instead of the usual harsher shine coming from the bigger lamps higher up. It wasn’t dark but it did create a more intimate feeling. Walking up to the automatic ticket dispenser I used my phone to pull up my reservation and printed the ticket. The LCD screen showed me the position of my seat: square in the middle of the theatre, the optimal place to watch a movie.
I walked past the welcome desk that seated a young woman in a dark blue costume and flashed her a smile as I nodded at her.
She returned the gesture and said, “Enjoy the movie!”
I thanked her, then started ascending the stairs that led to the waiting area and the concession stand. It actually felt more like a small supermarket, with a series of chest-high aisles filled with all sorts of overpriced candies and chocolates, as well as a popcorn maker. On the back wall were coolers that held a series of drinks, from sodas to water.
The cinema had cleverly put the concession stand before the ticket check, meaning that even if you didn’t buy anything you would still have to walk past the cashier to check your ticket. Undoubtedly, some people would be persuaded to purchase something just to avoid having to walk past without buying anything. Not that it bothered me, I had been planning to buy a small bottle of soda anyway.
Grabbing the soda out of the freezer I relished the cold air that wafted out before closing the door again. I made my way to the cashier and paid for the drink, then handed my ticket to the valet who checked it, ripped off a piece and pointed me at a double door with the number 4 above it.
“Your movie plays in Theatre 4 sir,” he said, his voice polite but devoid of emotion, the sign of someone who had been saying it for years, “Doors open in about five minutes.”
I thanked him and sauntered over to the entrance, then sat down on one of the brightly coloured sofas that were placed all along the length of the corridor. Casually I looked around, noticing only 3 other people that were seemingly waiting for Theatre 4 to open up. I opened the bottle and took a drink of the soda, relishing the coolness more than the sugary taste.
Exactly five minutes later another employee of the cinema walked over and opened the double doors of Theatre 4, swinging them all the way open before locking them in place against the wall. She walked into the relative darkness and opened the other doors that made up the airlock of sorts, meant to keep any sounds either inside or outside of the theatre when someone exited or left.
The other people stood up immediately and calmly followed her into the room before I got up and did the same. The lights inside the theatre were on but even softer than those in the common area, just bright enough for people to be able to read the row numbers. I checked my ticket to make sure where I had to sit. Walking into the theatre put everyone on the ground floor of the room, requiring all people to climb the stairs up towards their seats.
As I was the last one, I could see the other 3 people had chosen their seats a lot lower than me, leaving a few empty rows between them and me. As I continued ascending the stairs, I checked my ticket again before finding the middle row. There was enough room between the chairs on this row and the one in front of it to allow me to simply walk to the middle and sit down.
I sighed contently, feeling the cool air on my skin. Each seat had a little cup holder attached to the end of the armrest which I used to place my soda in. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked the time, then made sure it was set on silent. The movie was scheduled to start in another five minutes.
To pass the time, I casually scrolled through the apps on my phone. No interesting posts, no important news, the signs of a day coming to an end. My attention was drawn to the main screen when the red curtains parted and the commercials started. Even though I didn’t care about what was being sold, it was more entertaining than my phone so I put the device back in my pocket.
After the commercials, the trailers started and I started to assume that I would be sitting in this row on my own, especially when the employee came back and closed the doors down in the corner of the room. Anyone who would be joining now would be late. I slid down a bit further down until my knees hit the back of the chairs in front of me, which wasn’t that hard as I was quite tall.
I glanced down at the doors when I saw it open in the corner of my eyes anyway, right as the title card of the movie appeared on the screen. The two men walking in were clearly together, the one in front turning his head towards the one behind him and putting his finger to his lips. They whispered something to each other and pointed in my direction. It seemed I wouldn’t have the row to myself after all.
My attention turned back to the screen as the scene opened on a shot of a snow-covered mountain, which illuminated the theatre at the same time. I sat back up straight, unsure on which side the men would sit down and whether or not they had to pass me. I glanced over at them when they reached my row and started coming towards me.
The first man sat down in the seat right next to me, and my first impression of him was that he was big. I looked over at him and made eye contact, giving him my usual polite smile and a small nod.
He mouthed ‘hello’ and smiled too, then turned his attention back at sitting down.
I took up his appearance a second longer before I focused back on the movie.
He was an older gentleman, possibly in his late forties or early fifties. A slight beard contoured his face and he had short cut hair. He was wearing a simple t-shirt through which his sizeable arms pushed out. His whole frame was big and I felt comfortable guessing he was even taller than me. Even without having a good look, it’d be a safe bet to say he was twice my size. I hadn’t gotten a proper look at his friend but it likely was someone of similar age, and even though he wasn’t as big as the man next to me he was similarly muscular.
The two whispered to each other for a moment, leaning over so I couldn’t hear. A sting of annoyance went through me, not because I couldn’t hear but because the movie had now started in earnest and I wanted to follow along. Luckily, their conversation didn’t last for more than a few sentences and the man next to me sat back straight and seemed to be following the movie as well.
I wasn’t particularly interested in the movie. It was a generic action film with explosions and beautiful women framing the lead actor and his cool one-liners. But it was the only thing I could stomach that was playing at this time, and these types of movies always gave a consistent viewing experience. Even though my attention was focused on the movie, I couldn’t help but feel how the man next to me occasionally glanced over at me.
My attention shifted away from the movie permanently when I caught some movement in the corner of my eye again. This time it wasn’t coming from the doors at the bottom of the theatre but from the men next to me. I moved my head slightly to see but snapped my head back forward when I noticed what looked to be something hard and thick standing up straight in the man’s lap. I’d seen enough dicks in my life, both my own and on the internet, to know what it was. It wasn’t his cock that had made me turn my head however, it had been the movement of his friend’s hand that had been stroking it.
I felt my heart start to pound heavy and fast. The sudden introduction of something sexual in what had so far been a completely boring and average day stirred something in me. It had been a while since I had dealt with any real-world sexual stuff anyway. Way too long, some of my friends had suggested. I shifted my weight and felt the familiar throb in my shorts as my body decided it was turned on.
With a slight sense of alarm, I realized that I wasn’t wearing boxers, and even in the almost complete darkness of the theatre my shorts were too thin to hide much of what was happening. All I could do is keep my arm on the armrest between me and the man next to me, hoping that would be enough to block his view.
I swallowed as I kept my head perfectly straight, staring directly ahead at the screen but seeing absolutely none of it. Instead, my senses were now aimed at what was happening next to me. The man had stayed completely silent, not indicating in any way he had caught me glancing over. Even if he had, I hoped he would’ve assumed that I hadn’t seen anything.
Even though I kept my head straight, I strained to look off to the side, willing the corner of my eyes to show me more of what was happening. I couldn’t see anything worthwhile, even if the room hadn’t been almost completely dark. Occasionally however I did catch a glimpse of his friend’s arm moving steadily up and down in a pumping motion. One time an explosion on the screen illuminated the room briefly and my head twitched slightly to the side to get a flash image of a bulbous mushroom head poking out from atop a meaty fist.
My own cock twitched at the sight and I felt the soft fabric of my shorts caress it as it continued to grow, laying hot and heavy on my stomach. I had corrected my brief head twitch and kept my gaze back on the main screen, but now risked a slight glance down towards my own lap. With my heart still pounding hard and fast, I could easily make out the tent that my erection was creating.
I had fooled around with guys before, random encounters through cruising apps, but they had been few and far between. I identified mostly as bicurious, never having had any romantic feelings for men but sometimes having a desire for cock. Even though it had receded a lot in recent years, this weird encounter brought it back in full force.
I realized I’d been glancing down at my lap for a few seconds now. Without being too obvious about it, I raised my head back at the screen, losing sight of what was happening in the corner of my eye. I wasn’t sure what to do. I’d be completely justified to lose my cool and tell them to stop or I’d alert the staff and have them kicked out. At the same time, I was turned on. Very turned on.
Every time I had met with a man, I turned out to be all too eager to please. I was never seeking relief for myself, I wanted to gratify them. We’d never gone all the way, my experience extended to some pretty vanilla blowjobs, but every man I met with had said it was obvious when they met me: I was a bottom. Put a dick in front of me and I wanted it. And that’s what happened now.
Well, sort of. They hadn’t actually put it in front of me. I wasn’t even sure if they had sensed I was that kind of guy and had decided to risk it on a whim. Maybe they still hadn’t figured out that I noticed. Whatever the case, they had managed to find the one guy in the cinema that night that didn’t mind what they were doing a foot away from him.
I hesitated. Without thinking about it too much I rested my elbow on the armrest between me and the man and pivoted my arm onto my lap as casually as I could. With my fingers, I touched my erection that was now throbbing with every heartbeat and pushing up against my boxers. I felt the familiar slickness of precum leaking out of me and sticking to my stomach.
Something changed next to me but I didn’t move my head to look. The man shifted his weight and it sounded like he was whispering to his companion. Maybe they had noticed what I was doing. My heart now pounding in my throat I stopped caressing myself and pivoted my arm back onto the rest as inconspicuously as possible.
I felt the man shift his weight again but this time he leaned over to me. I hesitated, then glanced over to see his face close to mine. He was clearly looking down at my lap, smirked, then looked up and into my eyes.
“Hey boy, why don’t you give us a hand?” he said, his voice low and rough but friendly.
I swallowed hard, turned my head a bit more to look at his face a little closer.
Without thinking about it, I simply nodded and pivoted my arm once more, this time the other way. Reaching across his lap, I froze when I felt the hot skin of his cock touch my hand before effortlessly sliding my palm down on it and wrapping my fingers around his shaft. I had stopped looking at his face and turned all my attention down at the cock that had nestled itself in my hand.
It was big. Really big. Bigger than my cock and mine was above average. It felt heavy and solid, with its veins thick and his heartbeat causing a throbbing pulse to run through the entire length. The shaft was already slick with what I guessed was precum. I enjoyed the sensation of it in my hand, my fingers digging into the skin and feeling to hard muscles underneath as I started to stroke it up and down.
The other man stood up suddenly and startled me, causing me to lean back in my seat and jerk my hand away. As he stepped past me and sat down in the seat on the other side of me, the first man grabbed my wrist and gently pulled my hand back so that it touched his cock.
“Peter here is just going to sit there so you can help both of us out. You don’t mind, do you?” he whispered to me, his voice soft but growly.
I could feel his smirk without even looking at him. He knew exactly the type of guy I was.
Still, I shook my head to answer his question and glanced over at the other guy, Peter. He was similar in appearance, large and older but not as tall and clean-shaven. For a moment he glanced over at me and nodded, then lifted his hips so he could pull down his shorts and expose himself to me. From the angle and the darkness in the theatre, it was hard to tell, but as I reached over with my free hand and wrapped it around his shaft I could tell he was packing as well. He wasn’t as big as the other guy, but he felt girthier and heavier.
Now I was sitting in a dark theatre with two strangers on either side of me, both of them twice my size and a cock in each of my hands. The guy on my left, the first man, put his arm on my shoulder and sighed contently as I continued jerking him off.
“That’s it,” he whispered, leaning over so I could feel his warm breath on my ear, “Nice and slow. Get a good feel for that cock.”
I swallowed again and nodded, still not having said a word.
I did what he said, moving my hands up from the base of his cock all the way to the head and back down again. Almost instinctively I used the same speed on Peter’s dick, who had one hand on my arm to make me keep the pace. My attention shifted from one to the other, looking left before looking right and back again, straining my eyes in the faint light of the movie to see what my hands were grabbing.
The movie had enough explosions and brightly lit scenes to give me a good look, with both their cocks long and thick in my thin hands. The precum that was leaking out was illuminated occasionally by the light. As time went on, I felt how Peter started to pick up the pace, holding onto my arm as he began to jerk himself off with my hand. At the same time, I tried to match the speed with my other hand.
“Yeah, that’s nice, slut,” the first man whispered in my ear as he shifted his weight and reached over with his free hand, placing it heavy and warm onto my lap. “I could tell you were eager the second I sat down.”
He grabbed my cock, feeling the roughness of his hand even through my shorts. He only kept it there a second, then slid his hand up and pushed his fingers under the rim before running them back down, this time touching my cock directly.
Peter shifted his weight as well, keeping his hand on my arm as I kept jerking him off at a higher pace, while he too reached over and touched my knee with his other hand, pulling it towards himself and making me open my leg. Without any resistance, I spread my other leg too to give both of them better access.
The other man savoured my cock, running his coarse massive hand over the shaft, grabbing onto it and squeezing it. Then he pushed his hand further down and wrapped his thick fingers around my balls.
“You’ve got a nice load in there, don’t you, slut?” he grunted, rolling my balls against his palm.
I sighed and nodded, eager to spread my legs even wider while I kept obediently jerking both of them off.
Peter ran his hand from my knee up my thigh, sliding it into my shorts through the opening for my leg. He didn’t stop until I felt his fingers brush against my ass and I shivered. The man said nothing either, simply holding his rough palm against the heat of my thigh as he started stroking my hole. Now both men had one hand down my shorts, attacking my ass and my cock while I kept eagerly jerking them off.
I felt my cock twitch painfully, rapidly feeling how an orgasm was building but without the proper stimulation, I would be unable to cum. It’s as if these two older, more experienced men were keenly aware of that and were taking full advantage of it. They wouldn’t let me rub my cock against their arm for the needed pressure, even as I started bucking my hips up.
“You haven’t earned it yet,” the first man whispered in my ear again.
I knew what he meant and with my head dizzy and my heart still pounding I tried to focus on my hands. My arms were getting tired but I didn’t let up, stroking both their cocks at a fast pace now. I still made sure to use most of their length, letting my fingers hit their glands before stopping, sliding my fists down until I hit their pelvis before going back up again.
I readjusted my hands occasionally, letting go with my fingers, moving my palms slightly around the shaft before closing my fist again and resuming my pump. The first guy was now leaning over, his huge size making me feel small. His shoulders were twice as wide as mine, his scent musky and heavy in the air. He could lift me up and carry me under his arm out of the cinema if he wanted. I wasn’t sure I would object.
“Keep jerking those cocks slut,” he groaned, his voice so low it felt almost like he was humming. “Getting your hole played with while you’re making two strangers cum. You’re a fucking cum-hungry slut, aren’t you?” He continued, and I felt him rest his chin on my shoulder.
I nodded, looking down and to the side so I could watch my hand feverishly moving up and down. I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to shoot a huge thick load of hot cum out of that beautiful big cock and I wanted to be the reason why.
“Fuck, I’m getting close,” he grunted.
I felt his hips start to buck into my hand and the hand still on my balls now moved up to my stomach, his palm flat on my belly button and his fingers splayed out. I started increasing my speed to the maximum now, the muscles in my underarm protesting from the sudden workout as I strove to make him cum. I licked my lips subconsciously and looked down at his big hairy hand on my smooth, pale stomach.
“Hnng fuck…here it cums,” he moaned.
With that, he lifted himself up, yanked my shirt up to under my chin and leaned over towards me.
Stunned, I stopped jerking off his cock but he had already reached the point of no return. Right in front of me, contoured against the bright movie screen and only barely a foot away from me I watched how his thick cock, with my hand still clamped around the base, throbbed and twitched.
Pulses of heavy, thick and bright white cum shot out of him. The first missed my stomach completely, hitting my shoulder. The other pulses weren’t as strong but still covered me from my nipples down. Wide-eyed I looked at the massive load the man produced and how he shot it all over my chest and stomach. Globs of it started sliding down either side of my stomach and towards my shorts, leaving trails as his load spread itself over me.
It was humiliating, denigrating, and the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. A stranger who not only managed to convince me to jerk him and his friend off but then had decided he was going to coat me in his load unprompted.
He puffed and fell back down on his seat, wrapping his hand around mine as it still gripped his cock.
“Keep jerking,” he said, resting his head back against the seat and closing his eyes.
I complied, of course, when I felt Peter pull his hand out from my shorts, leaving my ass suddenly lonely. With the aid of his hand on my arm, he had kept me jerking even as his accomplice had soaked me, and clearly, he had reached the same point of no return.
I didn’t even protest as the man lifted himself halfway off the seat too, leaned over me in the familiar pose and gave me my first good look at the massive girth of cock. It reminded me of a Coke can. The purple head had swollen to be even bigger as he forced my hand around his base to aim it at my face. Even as the awareness that I was in a public place flashed through my head, I felt the splash of his first spurt hit my lip and I couldn’t resist but open my mouth slightly as I pressed my eyes closed.
He grunted, the first sound he had made, and I felt another pulse hit me, this time under my chin and against my Adam’s Apple. I opened my eyes again as I felt another half dozen waves, this time ending up on my cum-covered chest. Even in the soft glow of the movie screen, I could tell I was soaked, the sticky substance covering me from my chest down to my belly button, with more of it running down into my shorts. I felt how it slid down against my cock which was still rock hard and throbbing against my lower stomach.
Peter shuddered, then let go of my hand and sat back down. Without a word, he pulled up his shorts as I pulled my hand back towards me, unsure what to do. I looked over at the other man who was grinning at me.
“Good slut,” he whispered and also let go of my hand.
I looked at him with a look of desperation as I felt completely exposed, my legs still spread even though there were no hands to keep them that way. I wanted release, but it dawned on me almost immediately they weren’t going to give it to me.
He also pulled his shorts up over his cock and shifted his weight, taking something out of his pocket. When I noticed it was his phone, my cock jumped again. He smirked as he aimed it at me, then snapped a picture. Afterwards, he turned the screen so I could see.
It wasn’t lit properly, only showing my feint shape and cutting off my face at the chin, but it was clear that I was covered in cum. My shirt had been pulled up, my shorts barely catching on my hips. My legs still spread wide, eager to receive anything they’d give me. Even the outline of my erection was visible. If anyone I knew saw this picture, it’d change my life.
My eyes snapped from the picture to his face as he pulled it away and slid the phone back in his pocket.
“That one’s just for us,” he said as he looked back at me. “Now pull your shirt down, slut. You look like a whore.”
I nodded obediently and pulled my shirt back down to cover my chest, feeling how it instantly stuck to me and the copious amount of cum soaked it immediately.
“Have fun walking out of this cinema.” He glanced over at Peter and nodded, who rose to his feet and made his way past me, heading towards the end of the row.
The man also raised himself but leaned over one last time. His face was right in front of me and I felt his hot breath on mine.
“Be sure to be here again next week, cumdump. Peter and I love using skinny little sluts like you.”
I didn’t dare make eye contact but I nodded meekly, feeling my erection throb even more painfully as he turned and followed his friend out of the theatre.
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