It was a warm spring day, on a Saturday afternoon, and Danny was bored and horny. He'd been looking at gay porn and edging his cock all morning, working his cock up hard until the head was leaking and his balls got tight, only to let himself grow soft again, over and over. Being in his mid-twenties, he was always horny.
And even though he considered himself bisexual and had plenty of girlfriends, he found himself more often than not, fantasizing about muscular top-men who would take control and force their cocks down his throat and up his tight bubble-butt, pinning him against the wall or bending him over a log, at the local reservation. He especially enjoyed having sex outdoors and consequently spent a lot of his free time these days, cruising for cocks to service, in local public parks and parking lots around the local lake.
When he got into these moods, he usually wore a pair of old denim cut-offs, which were skin-tight and getting progressively shorter and shorter, the longer he owned them. And by now, he had gotten very bold one day, and trimmed the legs all the way to the seams in front, and all the way up to the pockets in the back. They were, to say the least, obscene.
Now, when he wore them and walked down the streets of downtown, his balls would fall out on one side and his cock would flop out on the other, as the legs of the shorts had been trimmed up past the top of his muscular, lean, tanned, thighs. He enjoyed exposing himself this way, causing people to gasp in jaw-dropping dismay, as he sashayed past them on the sidewalk.
And then as they turned to watch him walk away, they would be viewing almost his entire ass, both firm, round cheeks prominently displayed, as his shorts seemed to disappear into the crack of his faggot ass.
He loved the attention...especially from the men.
On this day, he decided to wear his queer "Daisy Dukes" into downtown Boston, near the shopping district to an area known as the "Combat Zone".
The sun was warm and people were ready to get outside again after another long New England Winter and the streets were bustling with shoppers from the hospital and business districts nearby, to an area known as,"Downtown Crossing", which was filled with all types of retail stores.
The Combat Zone is where many of the adult stores, glory-hole clubs, strip-joints and adult theaters were located. It was controlled by gangsters and people would get shot or stabbed there all the time, either over a bad drug deal or a prostitute who didn't get paid. Gangs wandered through as well.
Danny had decided he wanted to go to his favorite adult theater. It was actually an old opera theater, so there was a real stage, where the screen was located. There were also hallways and balconies on the upper-level and a very old, dark and stinky bathroom in the basement.
Besides his slutty shorts, he also wore some sneakers and white sweat-socks, and a white tee-shirt, known as a "wife beater", which is a sleeveless cotton undershirt, with very open sleeves, which allowed his very large, feminine nipples to not only be visible through the thin material, but sometimes would expose them altogether. And his nipples were always hard.
He was 23 years old at the time, going to college just a few subway stops from this place. As a kid he would go there to watch the prostitutes, shaking barely covered asses in the street, looking for "Johns", and the cops just looked the other way. Even as a teenager, he envied the boldness of the hookers outfits and longed to know what it felt like to dress like a slut and offer his body to men for sex.
And there he was, right in the middle of it all, walking down the street, half-naked and looking for trouble...and finding plenty of it, too.
Most of the people you'd see in the Zone, were perverts looking to get off, in one way or another, just like him, but there were also families and couples passing through to the shopping district only blocks away.
And lots of people took notice of a very tall (6'3" tall) young man with flowing hair, a muscular build, with his cock, balls and ass hanging out of his sleazily designed shorts. The look of shock on some people's faces made him feel very slutty, but also very, very excited.
He'd taken his sweet time cruising the streets before finally arriving at the ticket-booth of the theater. The attendant, who was a woman that appeared to be somewhere near his own Grandmother's age, looked through the window at him, with a semi-disgusted look on her face, as if she'd never seen anything so depraved, her steely grey eyes running slowly up and down over every detail of his little outfit.
He could feel her eyes burning a hole into his swaying ass, as he walked away from her, up the ramp to heavy glass doors of the lobby. Oh yeah...and several men had followed him in from the street, too.
Once Danny got inside, the contrast between the bright sunshine outside and the extremely darkened theater, it would usually take at least five minutes before his eyes could adjust so he could see. He decided to stand at the back of the theater until his eyes were able to readjust.
As he made his way slowly along the back wall, he heard several men make hissing sounds, others made comments and one even grabbed his ass and tried to slip a finger into his crack. And while he always enjoyed being groped by men, he slapped the hand away and continued along the wall.
After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he began to look for a seat in the theater. He wanted to find a place that was off the main aisle but still accessible to traffic. Danny finally chose a seat in a dark-corner of the theater, on a secondary aisle. He sat in the second seat, which was directly behind a row which had two seats missing in-front of where he was seated. This was his favorite place to sit, as would make for easy access to his spread-open thighs, when the time was right.
Anyone who sat in this area was definitely looking to play, as it was in a very dark corner, near the stage. The people who had never been there before probably would not wander into this area, and would usually choose a seat much closer to the entrance, at the back of the theater closer to the Exit.
Shortly after he sat down, a black guy who loved to suck Danny's cock and had done so on many previous occasions, sat down between his open thighs on the floor, and began to suck his cock. He loved to slowly nurse on a cock, like a baby with a bottle. This was just what Danny needed...a nice, long, slow, wet, blowjob. He decided to pull his shorts off and let them dangle on one ankle, splaying his legs open, his right leg over the armrest of the empty chair next to him.
