Macenna's Gold

I came to Trivandrum to attend a sales conference. It was boring as usual. The targets and achievements, new medicines to be introduced, the tonics to be distributed, the docs whom must be bribed. Anyway it was over by 5:00pm. I planned to go by overnight train, but the train was delayed and was expected to start at 12 night only. So I decided to take a break, had a beer and went to a movie hall nearby the railway station. The movie showing was Maccenna's Gold.

It was an old classic movie about a treasure hunt with lot of Red Indians, horses, and brawls. A cowboy movie shot very well. I was not much interested to see any local movies and the theatre was near to railway station. When I entered the movie hall it was crowded at one side. The projector room was protruding and there were two sides, which offered more privacy. Unlike in Madras, Bombay here was no seat number business. So anyone could sit anywhere.

I preferred to sit alone and I was little bit tipsy because of cold beers I had. I did not want anyone to notice that I am drunk. So I moved to the left corner portion of the projection room. There was a dim light. Only four or five persons were sitting here and there. As it was an English movie no music, slides, advertisements. A dead calmness. Then after some time the movie started.

The dim light was still on. I was sitting in the middle of my row. There were eight seats in the row. I was sitting in the fourth or so. Then two persons came to my side. They entered in my row and moved to the left end passing me. There was only one seat gap between them and me. I could smell that they were too drunk. So I shifted to the right and sat in the second seat from right. Then the dim lights went off. The movie too picked speed and action scenes made us sitting glued to the screen. Then came a new man to my side.

He was obviously having difficulty to locate an empty seat even though most of seats were empty in my corner. He swayed and came to my row and to check if the seat was empty he pressed on the seat. But instead of searching the first seat, which was empty, he searched my seat and in the process, his palm came to contact with my front side of pants. I too was shocked when my crotch was cupped. Then he said sorry and found that the first seat was empty. I told him that the whole front row and back row are empty. But he did not listen to me and said adjacent to me.

He asked me if the movie has started earlier. He was eager to know if he had missed any important parts. I told him not to worry the story has just picked up. He relaxed and leaned to the back side and I too started concentrating on the movie. The English was very difficult to understand so I had to concentrate much to learn the dialogues. Obviously my neighbours were illiterates in English, as I heard the two people discussing each other and assumed the story line without understanding a single dialogue. The man sitting next to me was a big fellow. His arms kneecaps were reaching to my sides. But I did not move as I thought it would make him nervous that I didn't like his presence. So I decided to change to a lonely seat at interval.

The man sitting next to me too was finding difficulty to understand the story line. He was struggling in the seat as if bitten by bed bugs. Then he turned to me and asked, "Did I miss any sex scenes?" Poor fellow, I thought, he has come to the English movie thinking that some sex scenes will be there. Normally all Hollywood films showing in our country are full of sex and nudity. There are no takers for the good classic movies and Hollywood is the synonym of a lot of violence, a lot of tits, glimpses of pussies. Indian censors used to cut the frontal nudity but the same will be added again by the distributing people depending on the theatres, police and policies.

The film was a classic movie and full of actions but the element of sex was missing. So far only one Red Indian girl appeared as star cast and the film was a male dominated one. Obviously my neighbour was distressed and began dozing off. I didn't pay attention to him anymore. After some time I felt something moving around my crotch as if a butterfly fluttering around a flower.

I did not understand what was that. I looked down and saw nothing suspicious. Then again came the touch still I got no clue. But unknown to me my penis was getting rigid and the bulge on my jeans was evident. There was a great fight scene going on the screen and I sat glued to the scene. Again I felt a cupping on my jeans, this time I understood someone cupped my crotch. I looked at my neighbour and saw he was dozing by putting one hand on the seat in front as support and the other hand was resting on his lap.

The left hand was on his lap so it was natural to extend and reach on my thighs too. I was afraid to wake him up and tell to move his hand away. At the same time I felt I was feeling bit ticklish when his hand moved rubbing on my thighs and his idle fingers moved in unison on my crotch. My erection was getting more and more obvious. I felt so shy about it, without seeing any sex scene on the screen by simple presence of a hand of a man, an elder man was waking my phallus. I suppressed my tickles and sat tensed, as nothing had happened.

The man became bolder and began to fondle my thighs and before long he unzipped my jeans in one swift snatch. His hand moved like a pickpocket and simply undid my zipper in a second. The cock inside was struggling in the soft frenchie drawers I used to wear. To my surprise I felt my penis was oozing and a spot of wetness was on my underwear. The man too felt it when he touched next time and when he understood that my precum has come and wet my panties; in one swift move he inserted his hands into my drawer and captured my phallus in his fist.

He snaked it violently thrice or twice and pealed the foreskin back. He rubbed my cock head and the gum like substance was oozing again. He began searching my penis root and estimated the amount of pubic hair I had. He yanked my panties again down so that my balls were out. He cupped my balls mercilessly and in an instant I thought he would murder me. I felt choking sometimes but it was enjoyable. Pain mixed with pleasure that was it. He was not attending movie any more, he was interested to make me pleasure. He grabbed my phallus it was erect to its maximum.

He moved my shaft like a gear while driving a bus. The foreskin was moved completely downside. He was handling it mercilessly. Even though I used to masturbate his rough handling was making more pleasure than my earlier self-discoveries. He was furiously masturbating me, the seats were moving, creaking, and the two men sitting at the end were also looking at me. But they did not pay any attention. Stop, please! I begged. But my voice did not come out.

He was shaking my penis and his right hand entered my shirt, unbuttoning some buttons. He cupped my chest like a woman. I felt so ashamed, what was going on. If someone come what would be my condition. Then came a sex scene on the screen. It was not from the movie anyway. The characters were different, the film looked like an old stag movie. Macenna's Gold was cinemascope but this one was 35mm. The people were cheering, I understood that the theatres have added sex scenes to entertain common audience who came only to see hot scenes in an English movie.

The scenes made me hornier and I was reaching the point of no return. The man was an expert masturbator who did perform a lot of new tricks. My phallus was rock hard like an iron rod. Then he began to cup my balls strongly and same time he pressed my cock head. I was going to explode. I could do nothing to prevent the disaster. Then it happened, I shoot the semen like a pipe has leaked from underground.

The sticky fluid spread everywhere and I could smell the presence. I was sure the persons sitting in my row also felt the same. Then came another misfortune. The light was on unexpectedly, the stag film ended and interval slide appeared. The light became brighter. I grabbed my panties and hiked it up and hid my phallus. The jeans front side was full of semen. I zipped the jeans and moved swiftly ignoring the man who did the miracle.

I went to the lavatory, it was crowded, but I entered the bathroom and closed door behind. I yanked my jeans and underwear and examined myself. The thighs had red scratch marks. When did he do that? What shall I do next? Going back to same row means I had to pay back. I had to masturbate him obviously. But how could I do such a thing in a public place. I was new to the city. I don't know anyone here, suppose police caught me, what will me my condition. I never masturbated any other person.

I decided not to return to the same row and so I went to canteen and had a coffee. The movie started and it was again continuity of the stag film, after that the cinemascope movie will be playing. I purposefully delayed my re-entry to the theatre. I took my time and then moved to the same side, but I sat in a front row, which was more bright and I hoped even if the man found me sitting here, he would not dare to come here. Soon the stag film ended, people began moving out en masse from the front rows as if film has ended. They had their 'paisa vasool (reward for the money), so was not interested to see the classic. I was relaxed and again began watching the movie.

After a few minutes of peaceful solitude, I felt a hand on my shoulder and saw the man again along with another man.

"That's not fair man, are your afraid of me?", he and the new friend joined me side by side and I sat there between them fearing.

"Did you enjoy it?", he asked.

"Yes!", I said.

"Don't you feel you have to pleasure me back, isn't it fair?", he asked.

"Sorry, I don't know such things, please go away. I haven't done such things. Please leave me alone", I said.

"You will learn", he said and moved his dhothi aside and put my hand on his lap. To my surprise I found that he did not wear any underwear, and the penis was much bigger than mine. Then I felt another hand unbuttoning my shirt and the other man began kissing my chest. He pinched my nipples and was licking my nipples like a child who suckles from his mother's breasts. I sat like a slave between those big fellows, I knew they were stronger than me and none were sitting near me. I tried to shake his phallus like he did to me, but it did not grow much. Obviously my handling was poor. After some time they said, "Come with us, we will go to our lodge and enjoy".

"No!, impossible!!", I said, "I have to catch Express, I have booked tickets".

"Which train? Guruvayur?", he asked.

"Yes, please leave me", I said.

"Don't worry we are also going by the train only, it will come at 1.30 only, normally even later, come on, lets go to our place. Don't worry we will put you on train safe". The other new fellow took my purse and the whole money in it and simply walked away, as if its none of his business. I had no option than to follow him, my ticket was in the purse. So I too moved and the big fellow followed like a policeman. When we left the theatre the other man had started an autorikshaw and was waiting for us.

Before I could protest or seek outside help, the big man pushed me to the auto and we moved. The auto reached a small cheap lodge and the three of us entered into a small room which they opened using their key. None was there to see me. As soon as we entered the room, the big fellow bolted the room from inside and switched on an old fan. The other fellow opened a liquor bottle and poured cheap rum into three glasses. He poured some water from a plastic bottle and took the glass to my lips.

"No, I don't drink, I will vomit", I said.

"Drink it", he commanded. I obeyed in silence.

"Strip!", big fellow said. I undid my jeans and shirt and panties.

"Good, good buttocks!", he slapped happily on my back. He cupped my buttocks again. He then removed his dhothi and stood naked holding his big phallus.

"Now, lets return the favour, lick me", he said. Lick, my god!, I felt vomiting. Licking another man's penis, no, never, I decided.

"Hurry, or your train will go, we wont leave you until both of us come like you in the theatre". So I started licking his big phallus, after some time I felt the reluctance moving away, a curiosity replaced my reluctance. The phallus too responded by becoming bigger. I began to swallow it until I could not take it any more.

"No, not like that, just suck my cock head like ice stick", he commanded. I obeyed. Now I got the rhythm and I felt him growing and stirring in my mouth. The liquor too did the trick. I felt more co-operative and bold. I began to cup his balls and suck his cock. He said, "Good, good, keep going", and then the other man took a bottle of Vaseline from the shelf and began to help two finger full of Vaseline. He made it spread in his palm and applied it on my anus. I was really afraid, are they planning to ass fuck me.

"No, I don't like it", I said.

"Fuck, don't talk, suck me, suck me dry boy", the big man held my head strongly again to his erected penis. His phallus entered my mouth again. I moved like a whore in the stag movie and began sucking like what did I see there. I was becoming a good cocksucker. I felt it. I knew he was becoming my slave, he was gently caressing me, his fingers moved in my hairs in passion, I felt it was my duty to suck him dry, I felt it was my obligation. I forgot the fear and shame. He was lifting his toe from the floor, I knew he was going to come, I sucked hard, keeping my teeth rubbing closely to his red cock head, I chuckled when my teeth excited him. Then he shoot, a full load of semen entered my mouth, I did not stop, I kept on sucking, he was hugging me, my mouth was full of hot semen. I did not spit it. I simply drank it. I felt that I was drinking hot and sour cream of chicken soup. He too liked it. He moved the phallus from me and hugged me.

"Good, good work, I never had such a suck in my whole life". He lauded me.

Then came the torture. The other man was not interested in cock sucking. He rolled me over and began to rub his cock between my thighs and on my buttocks. I felt so ticklish and to my surprise my cock again become erect. But I could do nothing I was pressed firmly to the bed and the man was pumping his erected phallus between my thighs and in the butt channel. The more he pressed and moved the more erect became my penis.

Then he spread my buttocks wider and entered his finger with a lot of Vaseline in my anus. He rotated his finger in my anus and it was lubricated. Then I felt his cock head touching my anus and the next instant I called "AAAAAAAAA", the anus ring was broken and his phallus was inside my ass. He stopped for an instant and cupped my chest, then again he began to pump me, my head was rolling, I felt I was going to faint, I did not know anything for a few seconds.

I felt I was caught by some demon. When I came to my senses he was still pumping in my ass but the pain had subdued. He was moving easily in my ass, I felt his phallus reaching my rectum walls. It was like some chilly powder was applied in my rectum, but my phallus was rock hard. He moved on me for about ten more minutes. I was fully drenched in sweat and then I felt something oozing in my rectum.

He pulled the cock out and with a small plop sound his penis went outside. I was relaxed. I lay there still for a few more minutes. When I stood up, I looked at the ugly sheet. I was surprised to see it full of semen. It was my own semen! I could not believe it , I came when a man fucked me in my ass. What a shame, what a miracle.

They put me in the train on time and when the train moved, they waved good-bye, and thrust a slip into my folded first. I opened my fist and looked at it. It was not a slip, but a 50-rupee note. It was the most humiliating moment in my life.

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written by rajaneesh