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.

Fucked by a Stranger

Mum sent me off to the supermarket this afternoon for a small amount of shopping. As soon as I got there I, of course, sat on the car park and opened Grindr on my phone. The supermarket is a huge building out of town so not many local houses, so I didn't think I would get lucky at that time of day.

I've had guys here before but that was way back at the start of last year and that was only because during the evening shifts there are guys who use the car park as a pick up place.

They normally drive off together. They don’t use the supermarket itself like I do.

I saw a guy was, kind of, local to me and start to hit on him. We chatted for five minutes and I told him it would be worth his while if he came down to the supermarket and met me in the toilets.

He said he could make it down there in half an hour. So I ran around the shop like a loony getting the shopping for mum and quickly put it into my car. Thank fuck there wasn't any frozen foods on the list she had given me.

I then went to the gents toilets and waited. Few minutes later I got a message from the guy telling me he was there. I told him I was in the end cubical. There was a knock on the door and I let him in.

Mid 30s, tall, longish blond hair tied back. Strong top body shape. Very nice.  

I stood up, he dwarfed me. I'm such a short ass. I do love guys that tower over me. Powerful men, I crave them. I need to be in their arms and under their power. They need to own me and my body.

He twisted me around facing away from him and started to rub my dick in my underwear. My jeans were undone but my dick was away. He was kissing my neck. If a guy does anything to my neck I'm his no matter who the fuck he is.

He pulled down the back of my jeans and pants. My dick still trapped in the underwear at the front. His dick was out and I could feel it was very hard. He was pressing me into the wall of the cubical. I held my arms up and grabbed the top of the wall. With the full of his hand he smacked my right butt cheek. The pain, shock and the pleasure hit me deep down in my soul. Yes, I liked this one.

His dick was up and inside me before I knew what he was doing. It filled me. I’d be able to quickly look back a couple of times to see what was on offer. Damn it was meaty. Long fat fucking pole.

I felt it deep inside me and then the slamming started. Thank fuck the toilets were empty because he pounded me. A few of the hits slammed me against the wall so hard all the air in my body escaped and I became a bit light headed. Pound after pound. He was angry at my butthole for some reason and I loved it. 

I've been raped once before and that is a story for another time, but this was as near brutal as it will ever get without it being real rape.

A few moments later he came. Firing deep inside my hole.

And it was then a quick escape, he exited me, wiped himself with toilet paper and then pissed into the bowl beside us. Such a waste of piss.

Then he was gone. Leaving me to finger out the jizz, swallow it down and jerk off until I fired a load up the side wall. Beautiful.

Now as always after I've written up one of these events I need to bust my balls again.
Hope you do the same.
Catch you later.

Just Jamie

Can it truly be called abuse if you were into it at the time? My head doctor said it would be helpful if I wrote it all down. Day by day. Doubt I’ll be able to keep that up but I’ll try. 
Just pour it all out of me. Under a fake name of course. All the names will be fake. Can’t have my real friends and family knowing what an utter slut I am. Some know.

Some of them even help. But I can’t let mum know I’m doing this. She has a hatred of me going online as it is. She thinks I’ll meet another guy who will abuse me. I think even worse she thinks I’ll manage to find my dad. I don’t want to go into that in detail yet.

Doctor Doug says I put myself at too much risk as it is. My life, my body.