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The second officemates really lived next door to us and as it turned out he had seen me in one of those aforementioned pick up areas, getting rather friendly with this tall good looking Jamaican man called Leo. I was strolling home one night, having actually been out playing football, when I heard him call me over. He was standing in the entrance of his double garage, and as quickly as I went over he pulled the door down behind me, grabbed my arms and forced my torso down over the front of his Merc. Within seconds he had my shorts down and was reaming my arse with his cock, calling me all the unclean names he could think of, hissing them into my ear as he pumped me. He held both my slim wrists together in one hand, forcing them higher up my back with each thrust he made, his other hand reached round in front and he pinched and twisted at my tough nipples. His partner and 3 kids might not have been much more than 10 feet away on the other side of the garage wall, but that did not deter as he savaged my arse! Of course, I should make it clear that I enjoyed this kind of treatment, a rough abusive fuck was the best kind I could get, but I liked to put some type of token resistance or objection to increase the enjoyment even further. Sadly, well known as they were, my favourite haunts did not always supply me with a genuinely satisfying encounter, often I entirely struck out. If I could get into the porno theatre, after one such complete blowout and feeling exceptionally disappointed and randy I chose to head into the city and see. Although I was only thinking about cock, and the theatre just revealed straight motion pictures I might at least see some well-hung stud going through their rates and imagine it was me they were banging and not some lucky bitch with plastic tits.
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