I went to the Hollywood Video in Lake City to pick up some more lube and poppers (a cockslut can never have enough, right?) Since it was late in the day and I had no other plans, I decided to take a trip down to their newly-remodeled theater to check out a couple of videos, and maybe, just maybe, find somebody to have some fun with.
Did I ever.
I descended the stairs from the main building to the theater and opened the creaking door, stepping from the setting summer night into near-total darkness, except for the flickering video of a woman being assfucked by a nameless straight. I bypassed that and went straight to the room in the very back of the theater where they played the gay videos. My experiences were hit and miss, but those experiences showed there was a better chance of hooking up here than in the straight areas. I briefly surveyed the video and the few guys sitting in plastic chairs watching the two men go at it.. and then I saw HIM.
If you look up "real man" in the dictionary, there should be a huge photo of this man. Short cropped black hair and a full goatee framing a stern, square face with large brown eyes that could bore a hole in your soul. Black t-shirt with a motorcycle club crest on it, covering a big chest, thick biceps and forearms. Dark denim jeans going down to dark boots. The fly was open, and out from it grew a thick.. no, MASSIVE piece of meat that extruded some distance from the thick hand grasping it at the base, with two egg-sized balls resting below it. This wasn't just a man.. this was utter perfection. He was a god to me. Our eyes made contact and I could feel his eyes locking with mine, and I couldn't look away. In that instant, he knew exactly how I felt, and what I wished I could do with him.. and he knew he had me and could do whatever he wanted with me, and I would obey.
Unfortunately, there were no seats available.. and as I took a seat near him, but not nearly close enough to reach this master of a man, he stood up and, without another look, went to another room. I looked around to see the others there. Thin, doughy, much smaller cocks.. any other day I would have probably stuck around and sucked a quick thin load or two out of them. Not tonight. After having the fleetest of a taste and a glance at what the best of the best was, they simply wouldn't do. Not tonight.
I quickly gathered myself, got up and, as nonchalantly as I could, went after him. We briefly passed each other in the hallway - he didn't give me a second look. I was worried as I ended up in a room playing a trannie video to no audience - did I not meet up with his standards? I already knew he should have been way out of my league, but he was what a sub bottom's wet dreams are made of - I had to have him.
I followed him into the main room, bordered by the other rooms and the entrance. There he was, sitting in the corner. A thin twink had just gotten up from next to him and left the area, leaving the chair next to the stud open. I quickly swooped in and sat down, and immediately, my eyes turned to his massive cock. I looked up quickly.. and saw that his eyes were looking at mine at the same time, and then back at me. I took my hands off my own neoprene shorts and, not taking my eyes off his the whole time, carefully grasped at the massive piece of meat sticking out from his pants. He leaned back, which gave me the high sign - I was free to do what I dreamed of!
Wasting no time, I slid off the chair onto my knees in front of him, and began to envelop that monster cock in my mouth. I consider myself a pretty good cocksucker and able to handle a very good sized dick in my mouth and throat.. but this thing was something else! And I know everybody talks about the stud having a nine inch dick as thick as their wrist.. and this dick was damn near that thick, and at least nine, with a huge mushroom head that was quickly trying to breach the entrance to my throat!
"That's my boy," he whispered, nearly melting me as I knelt there. He was absolutely right - I was his boy, to do with as he pleased, and at this point, he was pleased with how I was sucking him. Then he took over. I had almost no warning as his hands reached down to my chest, grabbing at, pinching, and twisting my nipples hard enough to nearly make me scream around his cock. It hurt so much, but there was no way I was going to let that stop me! With tears streaming down my face and his cock buried in my mouth, I looked up at him and briefly saw him smile. He then grabbed the back of my head with both hands and began shoving his cock even deeper - or rather, he shoved my head down on his cock. I could feel the cock pushing hard against the entrance to my throat, and slowly, VERY slowly, it gave way, and I could feel that huge head entering my throat, causing me to gag. I pulled back briefly, then plunged back down, the saliva coating his cock. He took it out of my mouth and pushed my head down to those big balls, which I obediently licked, sucked and took into my mouth as he jacked his cock. He pulled it up and began slapping it against my face with a loud slapping sound that seemed to echo around the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see some of the other men from the other rooms begin to gather around, in the rows next to me and in front of us.
Without a word, we both moved in unison, me scooting back on my knees as he stood up from the chair, towering over me, his nine-incher pointing right in my face and quickly, into my mouth once again. He bore down into my mouth and over me, bending me over backwards over my knees as he forced the cock in and out, in and out, into my throat, using me as his personal cocksucking bitch! When I backed up a bit to get back on my knees properly, he soon had maneuvered me back over until he was nearly standing over my chest, his cock shoving downward into my throat. I could hear a few digitized "clicks" and looked around, saliva and tears blocking my eyesight, and could see that a few of the theater-goers had their cellphones out, and were actually taking pictures of me, kneeling in this dirty porno theater, a huge cock stretching my mouth, the picture of utter and total submission!
My throat was sore and getting worse. I could only get gasps of breath as the cock went in and out of my mouth, as deep as it could. My pierced nipples felt raw and sore from his periodic abuse of them. Saliva was smeared on my face and tears were in my eyes from choking on his cock and having his cock and balls smeared on my face. And still, it continued. And I loved every second of it - I cannot possibly describe the feeling I felt as I knelt there and took whatever he wanted to do to me. I knew others were watching and even taking photos of the spectacle, but I didn't care - I was barely aware they were there. The only thing that mattered, the only thing that existed in my world was this burly stud and his monster cock, the root of my existence at that point in time.
After what both seemed like an eternity and seemed like a flash in time, he started grunting as he used my mouth. "Gonna squirt in your face!" He took his cock out of my mouth and I quickly bowed to suck on his balls more as he jacked the cock. He leaned back slightly, his cock pointing right in my face, as I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, awaiting his load. Suddenly, he shoved his cock into my mouth again.. and there it was! One, two, three, four, five shots, bitter tasting, creamy and big, the goal of my work and his, and the reward for being this man's temporary slave! I gulped the cum down with an audible moan, as he held his cock in my mouth, not letting a single drop out until it was all in my stomach.
His hands relinquished their grip on my head as his orgasm passed. I did my submissive and enjoyable duty of cleaning this stud's cock with my mouth, licking every trace of saliva and cum from it until it was clean, then taking the softening cock deep one more time, making sure I got every last possible remnant of his essence. I slowly leaned back and let his cock from between my lips and looked up at him, panting with the exertion of what had to be considered the most forceful and total dominance of my mouth in my entire life. No words were exchanged between us.. but I saw the glint of satisfaction in his eyes. The boy had pleased his master.
The stud slowly pulled his soft cock into my jeans, buttoning them up in my eyes. An eerie quiet fell over the room as he stepped away from me, toward the entrance and out the door. The small crowd of witnesses to my ordeal began to disperse, leaving me kneeling in the dark theater room, almost in a state of shock. I could not believe what had just happened to me. I had come for supplies, and got more, MUCH more than I could have ever imagined. I slowly stood up on wobbly legs and walked out of the theater and the store, almost in a trance. I never got his name, I had never seen him before and would probably never see him again.. but I would always remember the night that that real man with the enormous cock had completely taken me and dominated me, leaving me a cum-filled mess, craving for more.