At the cinema Part one

When I was 19 I had a job that left my afternoons free. Occasionally, I would go to the local fleapit and watch soft porn movies. This was before the days of easily obtainable videos, but I found that in the afternoons the cinema was virtually empty and, with a coat draped over my lap, I could take out my penis and masturbate safely.
One afternoon, sitting in the middle of row, near the back, a man came along the row I was in and sat down next to me. I stopped what I was doing immediately but was frightened that I had been discovered. However the man seemed to be intent on the film. Glancing sideways at him in the darkness, he appeared to be a middle-aged balding man. Then I felt his knee press against mine.
Part of me wanted to get up and leave the theatre, but I stayed in my seat. The side of his knee pressed mine again and, a little thrill of excitement ran through me but while I did not return the pressure, neither did I move my knee away. I kept my attention rigidly on the screen and he continued to press his knee against mine. Then I sensed him shifting in his seat, and then I felt his hand, on my knee.
As his hand squeezed my knee gently, I was once more torn between fear and excitement, but could not draw away. Feeling a light touch on my shoulder I glanced at him once more. He was no longer watching the film, but looking at me. In the darkness of the cinema I could not see his face clearly, but I could see a confident smile on his fat face. As his left hand squeezed the soft flesh of my shoulder through my thin shirt, his right, still gently squeezing began to move up my thigh, under my coat.
I shivered suddenly and he must have felt me tremble for he hesitated for a moment but, when I did not draw away, his left hand moved to the back of my neck which he began to fondle, while his right hand moved higher, and higher until he touched my by now hard cock. For a moment his hands stopped moving and then, with a whispered ‘nice’ he began massage my hardness with his fat fingers, while his fingers stroked my hair. I had never felt so excited, weak, fearful and helpless before. I was being used in a strange exciting way, whilst doing nothing myself. My arms were at my side and I sat slumped in my seat as he continued to stroke and caress me. Then I felt fingers fondle my left shoulder, slide down my chest and unbutton the top button of my shirt. Someone, a man, had taken a seat behind us.
With a little panting cry I tried to pull away but both men held me firmly in my seat. Another button was unfastened, his fingers slipped inside my shirt, and he began to fondle my suddenly erect nipples. As little thrills of pleasure made me shiver the man beside me whispered in my ear, ‘ Shhhh, baby, we wont hurt you, you cute little bitch.’ As both my nipples were now squeezed and stroked by the man behind us, the fat man cupped my chin with his left hand and, continuing to rub my hardness, began to kiss my right ear. I could feel his hot breath, feel his firm wet tongue lick across the lobes of my ear, felt the other man bring his lips close, and heard him say ‘ You lovely little cow, lovely udders, Id like to hear you squeal.’ At this he squeezed my nipple hard, so hard that it hurt and I moaned in pain. Once again I tried to break free but they held me easily and their hands continued to pleasure me. Then I felt movement to my left and as the lower buttons of my shirt were undone I realised a third man had come to share me. Hard fingers squeezed the soft inner flesh of my left thigh and then I felt hot breath on my naked body as a tongue began to lick my belly button.
I was panting now and I could feel myself beginning to lose control. The three men pushed closer, their hands, their mouths and tongues eagerly touching and kissing my naked squirming young body. I heard my voice moaning ‘Please, please’…as I felt myself come close to orgasm. Cruelly, the fat man loosened his grip on my swollen cock and whispered ‘ Do you want me to bring you off, little bitch, do you, do you?’ ‘Oh please, I panted, please please…..’ And then suddenly there was a bright light in my face, a high pitched voice shouting, ‘What’s going on?’ and I was aware of the three men stumbling away down the aisles and walking quickly to the exits, leaving me in my undress to face the wrath of the cinema manager.
‘Disgusting, he said in his funny little voice, cover yourself and come with me.’ Fumbling back into my clothes as best I could I allowed him to grip my arm and lead me to a door at the rear of the theatre marked Private……..