Fucked at the Mall

Before Christmas I went to the mall. I swear it was a day when dick was the farthest thing from my mind. I had to do my shopping, as I was so behind. After I had my lunch in the food court I had to piss. I’d asked the girl behind the counter for a drink without ice but the moody cow give me ice anyway. This means it chilled straight down to my bladder.

I was stood at the urinals, minding my own business. Titting about on my mobile. I didn’t notice who was in there with me. It’s a long straight room so I had gone right down to the other end for my piss.

Then I noticed a shadow on the wall meaning someone was stood quite close to me.

I looked out of the corner of my eye and looked down at the guy’s dick. Force of habit.

He was a 6ft tall black guy with a massive semi hard slong in his hand. And he was rubbing that fuckstick. He meant business. And since I had been stood there quite a while with my dick out he must have thought I was looking for a cock.

So even when I’m not really looking for dick, dick finds me. Lucky me. I looked up the other end of the room; there were a few guys but far away from us.

I stood back to let him get a look at my own dick, which by now was getting harder and harder by the second. It doesn’t take much for me to bone up.

I moved towards one of the cubicles with an open door. The black guy shook his head and whispered I should follow him. For that dick of course I’m going to follow him.

We walked out of the mall and onto the multi-storey car park. We went up a few floors and then down the rows of cars until we were at a battered blue van. He unlocked the back doors and for a moment I was scared. What if he smacked me out and kidnapped me.
He was twice the size of me. He could do me some damage.

I stood back unsure, so he got inside and started to take his dick out again. So I followed him into the back of the van and closed the door behind me. The back windows were tatty two way mirrors.

We could see out but other people couldn’t see in.

I got down to start sucking off his dick but he pushed me away. He didn’t want to waste time getting his cock sucked. He pushed me face down and yanked down the back of my jeans.

I stuck my butt up into the air like the good little doggy boy I am. His face jammed roughly into my butthole. He was eating me out as if my rosebud hole was made of ice cream.

I was wet enough for his needs so he started to fuck me. Banging into me bare and fucking rock solid hard. It was a fucking huge prick and he didn’t care if I was getting any pleasure at all.

It was all about his needs.

Then the verbal abuse started, at first it was in a low voice calling me a dirty faggot. But it built up. Until he was fucking me and roaring in my ear what a scummy dirty vile little cunt I was. Made me so hard, I tried a couple of times to get my hand under me to jerk off but he held my hands over my hand.

I wasn’t going to be allowed to have any pleasure from this. It was all about him and his desires.

Quite right too. He was the man after all; I was just the dirty fuck toy faggot slut.

Moments later he was slamming into me. Harsh blows to my butt, the sound of our skin slapping together bounced off the metal walls of the van. Families walked passed the van windows, so close. Unaware of the brutal gay fuck fest that was happening within. They would be sickened and shocked to see a teenage boy so abused in such a public place. It turned me on so much. Seeing their faces pass the window. They will never know.

He came and filled my guts with his seed. He pulled out and pushed my body away, he was done.

I thanked him; he shot me a look of absolute disgust and didn’t say a word. I was beneath him.

I left the van and returned to the toilets to finger out the cum, taste it and jerk off.

Happy Christmas to me.

Catch you later.