I turned back to the sight of the towering middle-aged man, holding a semi-hard cock to be proud of. Semi hard, he was as big as my raging boner, which was still being gnawed by my biting zipper teeth.
“Come get some cocksucker,” he grinned wickedly.
As I crawled on my knees, I unbuckled my belt and went for the button.
“No leg humpin’ cocksucker. You can take care of that when I’m done.”
“Got it,” I barked, but had to release my cock from the teeth. As I got to him, I pressed the flaps of my pants down and apart, forcing the teeth away from my sensitive shaft.
I recall the air hitting my balls as the stranger in the aisle said, “Open, cocksucker.”
I did, and his uncut cockhead seemed to fill my whole mouth. The salty, sweaty taste was stronger with him, and his scent was pungent and musky. Again, it intensified the aching tickle in my cock. As I pushed the foreskin back, my tongue wiggled under it and the flavor heightened as well.
“Oh damn, Ken, you done this before. Fuck!” he groaned and stiffened almost instantly.
The feeling rushed through my cock, as the realization hit that I was good at this. I bobbed faster as he grew harder and harder. There was no chance of taking all of him, but his reaction told me, I could satisfy him. His groans and intense breathing confirmed it.
“Oh fuck, that’s good cocksucker,” he moaned in ecstasy, and I bobbed faster in response.
While my third cock was nearing climax, it occurred to me that sucking three cocks in ten minutes had to officially make me a cocksucker. And I was feeling a twisted sense of pride that they were lining up for me. I found my own moans intensifying as his pre-cum began to flow, letting me know he was gonna come in my mouth. I whimpered and bobbed waiting for the first blast, when he followed Malik’s lead and pulled out.
His hand moved feverishly, stroking his cock as the first blast almost filled my left eye socket. Thankfully, I closed it just in time. He grunted like an animal as the second blast hit my forehead and into my hair again. As he continued jacking off wildly and snorting like a rutting pig, he stepped forward and droplets of spunk fell like rain all over my face, hair, shoulders, and shirt. Then he plunged it into my mouth, and I eagerly let his seed coat my tongue.
He groaned and gripped my head to guide me as I sucked him clean, but quickly pulled his hand back and cringed, as cum from my hair clung to him. He looked down at me like I was contaminated then rubbed it on my shoulder until he hit another spot and cringed again.
“Damn, cum bucket,” he said, as he looked down at me. I looked through my right eye as my left was still coated in cum, even after much of it was rolling down my cheek. He let me suck him a few more seconds before pulling out to an embarrassing slurp that echoed through the theater between the screams of the latest nurse getting ass fucked.
As he made his exit, cock number four was already out and nearly as hard as I was. I looked at him and he grinned, then pointed at the seat I had originally sat in so naively a half hour, or so, ago.
“Knees here, cocksucker,” he commanded.
He may have been the youngest yet, with a six-inch cut hard-on that looked ready to pop. In my demented state, my first thought was, I can take all of him. I looked at him one eyed, then scooped the cum off of my eyelid so I could open both. As I looked for a place to fling it, he gave me a new command.
“Eat his cum, cocksucker.”
I did as commanded, without thought or even hesitation. As I sucked it off my fingers, I realized how much I liked the bittersweet taste.
I stood up and glanced around, relieved there was no one else in the theater. The screen showed a nurse with a strap-on and a Black doctor stroking his cock behind two patients that were on their hands and knees, side by side on the exam table, presenting their assholes for examination.
I placed my knees on the seat obediently as he quickly shoved his stiff cock, oozing with pre-cum, into my mouth.
report “I want you to come with my cock in your mouth, and show me how much you love it cocksucker, huh!” he sighed, as I latched on and swirled my tongue.
I so needed relief, and eagerly pushed my pants down before gripping his cock to help balance myself on the teetering seat. I found my balance point as my right hand found my throbbing boner. I sucked and bobbed as I whimpered onto his cock. I needed to come so badly but dared not take my focus off him or he would make me wait.
“Yes, suck my fucking dick, white boy,” he groaned.
His cock was coated with pre-cum as he had watched and waited for his turn. I hummed as the sweetness got my saliva flowing again. Needing to take all of him, I moved my left hand quickly to the back of the seat for balance. And plunged him balls-deep into my mouth. I was in a frenzy, wanting to get out of there, but needing to feel his cock empty into my mouth first. I was barely stroking my cock with two fingers near the base. Any better contact and I would surely have blown my wad.
I focused on him, telling myself that when the first blast of cum hits my mouth, I would jack myself off like the porn house perv I had become, but not a second before. His groans got stronger and louder, then suddenly he gripped my hair and pulled out.
He looked at me, almost snarling, and said, “Mouth or facial?”
“Mouth!” I replied, and he held me firmly.
“Beg for my Black cock, bitch!” he growled, still holding my hair. I could not believe all this; the humiliation was only getting worse.
There I was, teetering on my knees, pants down, covered in cum that was starting to dry on my face. I was looking up at him with a string of cum holding my left eye closed, and my cock was hard as steel, throbbing so badly, I was afraid to even touch the tip for fear of coming immediately. It was unimaginable, but I found myself unable to disobey.
“Please let me suck your Black dick,” I whimpered and stroked my cock while I opened my mouth to receive him.
“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, slapping my lips with his cock.
“I want to suck your Black cock ’til you come in my mouth,” I whimpered.
“And?” he continued to taunt, with another cock slap.
I was unsure how to answer but took a guess at what he wanted to hear.
“I want to make myself come while you feed me your jizz. Please let me suck your big Black cock!” I begged pathetically.
I was stroking myself and my mouth hung open as I felt a climax building, whether I wanted it or not.
“Stop, cocksucker!” he yelled. “I come first.”
And with that, he shoved himself back into my mouth. I bobbed on his boner, groaning as I dared not touch my own cock yet. I already felt like an experienced cocksucker, a thought completely foreign to me less than an hour before.
“Look at me when I come, white boy,” he commanded, and I did.
I watched as his mouth opened and he groaned with pleasure, lunging faster and faster as I saw his bliss building.
His eyes looked frantic, as he groaned, “Get fuckin’ ready!”
I hummed and nodded as I bobbed frantically and gripped my cock, unleashing a fury of frustration. His first shot of steaming jizz released as my hand rubbed my pre-cum on the overly sensitive tip of my cock.