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This is generally a follow up to my earlier story Slut Beginnings, it features semi non-consensual sex between men and a teenage kid. , 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 joys of worshipping cock some months earlier (not long after my 16th birthday) I had actually grown ever more addicted to fucking and drawing , particularly if I was dealt with like some type of sex toy. I grew on the sensation of being used simply for someone else satisfaction and went out of my way to experience it as often as possible. I took to hanging around numerous well known pick up spots, impersonating provocatively as I perhaps could, making it clear I was there for something and one thing alone cock. I was not especially worried about whose cock it was that I took or sucked up my butt and this resulted in a couple of rather risky encounters, not least with two of my daddies work coworkers. One of them had walked into a cubicle in the general public toilets close to where he and my dad worked to find me, on my knees sucking anxiously on a strong 8 of prime tube steak. He never stated anything, just got behind, unzipped his fly, pulled down my jogging trousers and fucked my arse for all he was worth. That afternoon alone provided me with sufficient material for several satisfying wanks in the weeks afterwards.
The 2nd colleague actually lived next door to us and as it ended up he had actually seen me in among those abovementioned pick up spots, getting rather friendly with this tall great looking Jamaican guy called Leo. I was walking 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 soon as I discussed 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 dick, calling me all the unclean names he could consider, 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 twisted and pinched at my difficult nipples. His better half and three kids might not have been far more than 10 feet away on the other side of the garage wall, but that did not discourage as he savaged my arse! Naturally, I should make it clear that I enjoyed this kind of treatment, a rough abusive fuck was the best kind I could get, however I liked to put some kind of token resistance or objection to increase the satisfaction even further. Well known as they were, my favourite haunts did not constantly provide me with a genuinely fulfilling encounter, sometimes I entirely struck out. After one such complete blowout and feeling randy and exceptionally frustrated I decided to head into the city and see if I could enter into the porno theatre. Although I was just thinking about cock, and the theatre just showed straight motion pictures I might a minimum of watch some well-hung stud going through their speeds and envision it was me they were banging and not some fortunate bitch with plastic tits.
The porno theatre remained in an area beside among the old commercial sites and the entire location was quite diminished. The real theatre was a relatively large 3 floor structure on the corner and may have looked fairly elegant if not for the layers of dirt and gunk on the outside (and the ugly neon lighting obviously). I ingratiated surprisingly little difficulty (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket booth barely requiring time to look up from whatever he read. I went up the stairs and into the screen. As soon as in it took me a few seconds to get oriented in the dim, flickering light, however ultimately to the accompaniment of moans, groans and other sex noises from the screen I made my method to among the back rows. I could only see a few other figures in the theatre and none were anywhere close to me so I hunched down in my seat and started 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 ended up being simply somewhat addicted to the feel of silk near to my cock, and in particular the silk of women's panties). My cock gradually got harder as I watched stud after stud with lovely difficult cocks screwing their way through a succession of porn bitchsluts, how I longed to be up there rather of with one of 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 utilized me as their own fucktoy. I was aware that the theatre was getting slightly busier and that there were one or two bodies nearby, however at that moment I was only interested in the love muscles I saw twitching and pulsing up on the screen.
A scene had just started in which two small oriental ladies were on their knees before the biggest, blackest cock I had actually ever seen, it was absolutely fucking huge. Not just long however thick and strong as well, my own dick started to twitch as I tried to picture the intense pain/pleasure I would feel if that black god were to require that incredible prick into my tight butthole, I moaned aloud I believe as my mind began to run away with me. Slowly I slid my trousers down over my hips and arse cheeks, then moved 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 slowed my pace now to match that of the two worshipful little tarts on the screen, their heads bobbing up and down slowly as they licked his shaft from root to suggestion. I was quick approaching the point of no return as the black monster gushed gallons of cum onto the upturned faces of the 2 little sluts on the screen. I chose now would be a excellent time to retire to the toilet and bring myself to the first orgasm of the day. My flailing ideal hand landed right in somebody's lap as I stumbled forwards and landed on my knees.
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