My confession:
Years ago I used to go to porn theaters and video arcades to jerk off or get my dick sucked. Whenever I could find one, I'd visit a booths with gloryholes, put my cock in, and leave happy.
I had a desperate fantasy of going to a theater and being forced to get all the visitors off. One day, I went to the local theater. It had about 20 nice, large, black couches and a big, projected screen. To my disappointment, no one was in the theater. I walked all the way to the front of the seating and took all my clothes off. I walked back up and down the aisle a few times, stopping in at the rows and lying down on the couches, feeling the sticky cum that was still on some of the seats. I returned to the front of the room, kneeled down with my back to the screen, clasped my hands behind my back, opened my mouth, and closed my eyes. I stayed that way for several minutes, but no one walked in. Finally, I sat down in the front corner and stroked my cock.
Finally, I heard footsteps. I listened as they stopped at the back of the room for several moments, then came closer behind me. A tall, black man stood at the end of the row I was sitting in for just a few seconds before sitting down on the couch next to mine.
I stared into his eyes and ran my fingers up and down my hardened cock while he unzipped his pants and pulled them down in his seat. He flicked his cock a few times and pointed to it.
"Come suck my dick," he said.
I nearly lept out of my seat and kneeled in front of him. I held all six inches of my stiff dick in my hand as I stared down at his cock. It was almost as large as mine, and it was still limp. I put my hands behind my back and leaned forward. I swalled up his warm, soft flesh in one mouthful and played it with my tongue. He began to harden. I rubbed my lips against the base of his stomach, and he hardened more. The head of his penis reached my throat, but he wasn't completely stiff, yet. I pressed my face into his crotch and stuck my tongue out to lick his balls as his tip reached the back of his throat. Then, he put both of his hands on the back of my head.
He pushed me down and thrust his hips into my face. I could feel his penis bending into my open throat. He fucked my head like a spread pussy until I couldn't breathe and pulled away. He let me lift my head up, and I gasped for air as he stood up. One of his hands grabbed my hair in a fist, and the other clasped the back of my skull. He rammed his cock back in my mouth and straight into my throat. I gagged and chocked and sputtered, but he kept fucking me until I felt all my strength leave. I felt like a sex toy in his hands, wrapped around his dick. He thrust in and out of my head viciously for several minutes, then reached in with a length that seemed inches longer than he had been before and punched his cock halfway to my stomach and held my head down like he was trying to bury it. Hot, thick cum oozed straight down my throat, coating my insides. His hips twitched a few times and he began to slide his hot dick out of me. A warm trail of sticky jizz dragged out of my throat and across my tongue. It was sweet and salty, and it dribbled down my lips and chin when he pulled out of me. He dragged his dick across my face and squeezed the rest of his cum onto my lips.
When he was done, I said, "Thank you."
I want to go back and blindfold myself and handcuff myself to a pole or seat and get gangfucked by a dozen men with cocks as beautiful as his.
