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This is basically a follow up to my earlier story Slut Beginnings, it features semi non-consensual sex in between adult males and a teenage young boy. If that's not your cup of tea I'm sorry the rest of you enjoy it. Comments welcome.
Having actually been presented to the happiness of worshipping cock some months earlier (not long after my 16th birthday) I had grown ever more addicted to drawing and fucking , specifically if I was treated like some kind of sex toy. I grew on the sensation of being utilized simply for someone else pleasure and went out of my way to experience it as often as possible. I took to spending time several popular pick up areas, dressing as provocatively as I possibly could, making it clear I was there for one thing and something alone cock. I was not particularly stressed over whose cock it was that I drew or took up my butt and this led to a couple of rather risky encounters, not least with 2 of my dads work associates. Among them had actually strolled into a cubicle in the public toilets close to where he and my dad worked to find me, on my knees drawing frantically on a strong 8 of prime tube steak. He never said anything, just got behind, unzipped his fly, pulled down my jogging pants and fucked my arse for all he was worth. That afternoon alone offered me with enough material for several satisfying wanks in the weeks later on.
The second workmate in fact lived next door to us and as it turned out he had seen me in among those previously mentioned pick up spots, getting rather friendly with this high excellent looking Jamaican guy called Leo. I was walking house one night, having been out playing football, when I heard him call me over. He was standing in the doorway of his double garage, and as soon as I went over he pulled the door down behind me, grabbed my arms and required my torso down over the front of his Merc. Within seconds he had my shorts down and was reaming my arse with his dick, calling me all the filthy names he might think about, hissing them into my ear as he pumped me. He held both my slim wrists together in one hand, requiring them higher up my back with each thrust he made, his other hand reached round in front and he twisted and pinched at my difficult nipples. His better half and 3 kids might not have been much more than 10 feet away on the other side of the garage wall, however that did not prevent as he savaged my arse! Of course, I ought to make it clear that I liked this sort of treatment, a rough abusive fuck was the very best kind I might get, however I liked to put some sort of token resistance or objection to increase the enjoyment even further. Well understood as they were, my favourite haunts did not constantly provide me with a truly fulfilling encounter, sometimes I entirely struck out. If I could get into the porno theatre, after one such complete blowout and feeling horny and exceptionally annoyed I chose to head into the city and see. I was just interested in dick, and the theatre only revealed straight motion pictures I could at least see some well-hung stud going through their paces and imagine it was me they were banging and not some lucky bitch with plastic tits.
The porno theatre remained in an location next to one of the old industrial sites and the whole location was quite run down. The real theatre was a relatively large three floor building on the corner and may have looked fairly trendy if not for the layers of dirt and grime on the outside (and the tacky neon lighting naturally). I ingratiated surprisingly little trouble (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket booth barely taking some time to look up from whatever he was reading. I increased the stairs and into the screen. As soon as in it took me a couple of seconds to get oriented in the dim, flickering light, but eventually to the accompaniment of groans, groans and other sex sounds from the screen I made my way to one of the back rows. I might just see a couple of other figures in the theatre and none were anywhere close to me so I hunched down in my seat and began to rub my stiffening prick through the material of the loose tracksuit pants I was wearing over a set of red silk panties (I had actually also become simply slightly addicted to the feel of silk close to my dick, and in particular the silk of females's panties). My dick slowly got harder as I watched stud after stud with lovely tough cocks screwing their way through a succession of pornography bitchsluts, how I longed to be up there instead of with among those cocks buried in my arse and another choking me from in front as 2 well-muscled (and I mean well-muscled) hunks took me and used me as their own fucktoy. My hand began rubbing more intensely as my cock became totally engorged, straining against the product of the panties. I understood that the theatre was getting slightly busier and that there were one or two bodies nearby, but at that moment I was only thinking about the love muscles I saw twitching and pulsing up on the screen. Most specifically one.
A scene had actually just started in which two little asian females were on their knees prior to the greatest, blackest cock I had actually ever seen, it was absolutely fucking huge. Slowly I moved my trousers down over my hips and arse cheeks, then slid one hand under me to play with my tight hole through the silk of the panties, the other I continued to stroke my cock with. I was quick approaching the climax as the black beast spewed gallons of orgasm onto the upturned faces of the two little sluts on the screen. I chose now would be a great time to retire to the toilet and bring myself to the very first orgasm of the day. I quickly pulled up the tracksuit bottoms and shuffled towards completion of the aisle. Not viewing precisely where I was going (the black mamba was still spurting jism!) I tripped nearly as I reached the end. My flailing right-hand man landed right in someone's lap as I stumbled forwards and landed on my knees.
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