A sissy goes to an adult theater

In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:

I would get there exactly at 10am when it opened. At that hour, the place was packed with dirty old men; many of them were fat pigs. These men were the dirtiest hardcore perverts you could imagine. When entering, it took about 5 minutes for my eyes to adapt to the darkness. During this time, I would stand submissively with my hands behind my back at the entrance. One by one, the creeps would surround me. They would start by feeling me up while one of them began removing my clothing, when I was completely naked except for my shoes. The three hundred and fifty pound fat pig that just stripped me said. “You won’t need these in here.” “Maybe I’ll give them back to you later, maybe I won’t?” He was laughing at me when he said that.

 

I don’t go into adult theaters much anymore but when I was younger in my 20’s and 30’s, I used to do it all the time. In those years, I was very fit with a narrow 30” waist, washboard abdominal muscles and a lean rock hard body from constant exercise.

Every Friday morning I would go to this totally perverted XXX Movie Theater wearing just split legged white cotton running shorts. I cut the liner out of them. With no liner, I had to be very careful because if I spread my legs wide enough everything would show. It was all part of the look, an obscene exhibitionist! Since it was the hot summer, the only other clothing I would have on was a white cotton athletic shirt and white canvas tennis shoes with no socks.

I would get there exactly at 10am when it opened. At that hour, the place was packed with dirty old men; many of them were fat pigs. These men were the dirtiest hardcore perverts you could imagine. When entering, it took about 5 minutes for my eyes to adapt to the darkness. During this time, I would stand submissively with my hands behind my back at the entrance. One by one, the creeps would surround me. They would start by feeling me up while one of them began removing my clothing, when I was completely naked except for my shoes. The three hundred and fifty pound fat pig that just stripped me said. “You won’t need these in here.” “Maybe I’ll give them back to you later, maybe I won’t?” He was laughing at me when he said that.

Then with me totally bare, he whistled as a man does when he sees a pretty girl while he looked me up and down. Then slapping me on the ass he said. “Put your hands behind your head and turn around for us sissyboy.” “Show everyone that nice hard body of yours.” Now fully erect with my penis pointing straight up to the ceiling I had to turn round and round while the fat pig held me between my legs. His hand gripped me tightly in a ring between his thumb and forefinger at the base of my nut bag.

Without warning, in a loud voice he said. “Stand still!” I immediately complied. Then releasing my testicles, he said to the others. “He’s all yours!” Hearing that, as many as twelve of them would be all over me at once. I would then be frog-marched into a dark corner to be felt up while they took turns torturing my nipples and sucking my penis. I had to hold my hands locked behind my head during the entire time!

Usually in the end, the fat pig would shoo them away and take over, putting his arm around my slim waist while his other hand masturbated me. Ouuuu, his fat soft hands were the best masturbation I ever had, even better than my own hands!!! I couldn’t get enough of them and he knew it. While he kissed me on the cheek and tongued my ear, the filthy pervert would have me ejaculating before I knew it.

One time I was so incredibly horny with frustration, I was beside myself!! I wasn’t permitted to cum and my clothes were returned to me. The fat pig then said. “Get dressed and get the fuck out of here!” “If you want us to get you off from now on,” “I want every hair on your body removed before you come back in here again.” “Do you understand sissyboy?”

Hearing this, the tips of my ears were burning and my entire body was blushing beet red! I just nodded my head submissively up and down as I got dressed to leave. All of them were laughing at me as I literally ran to the toilet to masturbate before leaving.

I did what I was told but that’s another story.


 

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