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This is basically a sequel to my earlier story Slut Beginnings, it features semi non-consensual sex in between men and a teenage young boy. If that's not your cup of tea I'm sorry the rest of you enjoy it. Remarks welcome. Having been presented to the pleasures of worshipping dick 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 type of sex toy. I prospered on the sensation of being used purely for another person enjoyment and headed out of my way to experience it as frequently as possible. I took to spending time several well known pick up areas, impersonating provocatively as I potentially could, making it clear I was there for one thing and something alone dick. I was not particularly worried about whose cock it was that I drew or took up my butt and this resulted in a couple of rather risky encounters, not least with 2 of my dads work colleagues. One of them had walked into a cubicle in the general public toilets close to where he and my father worked to find me, on my knees sucking anxiously on a solid 8 of prime tube steak. He never ever stated anything, just got behind, unzipped his fly, pulled down my running 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 afterwards.

The second colleague in fact lived next door to us and as it ended up he had 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 doorway of his double garage, and as quickly as I reviewed he pulled the door down behind me, got my arms and required my upper body 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 could 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 pinched and twisted at my tough nipples. His wife and three kids might not have actually been a lot more than 10 feet away on the other side of the garage wall, however that did not prevent as he savaged my arse! Naturally, I should make it clear that I liked this kind of treatment, a rough abusive fuck was the best kind I could get, but I liked to put some kind of token resistance or objection to heighten the pleasure even further. Sadly, popular as they were, my favourite haunts did not always provide me with a really satisfying encounter, sometimes I totally struck out. After one such complete blowout and sensation randy and exceptionally annoyed I chose to head into the city and see if I could enter into the porno theatre. I was only interested in dick, and the theatre just showed straight motion pictures I might at least view some well-hung stud going through their speeds and imagine it was me they were banging and not some lucky bitch with plastic tits.

The porno theatre was in an area next to one of the old industrial websites and the entire location was quite run down. The actual theatre was a relatively large three storey structure on the corner and may have looked reasonably elegant if not for the layers of dirt and grime on the outside (and the ugly neon lighting obviously). I got in with remarkably little problem (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket booth barely requiring time to look up from whatever he was reading. I increased the stairs and into the screen. Once in it took me a couple of 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 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 using over a pair of red silk panties (I had also become simply somewhat addicted to the feel of silk near my dick, and in particular the silk of women's panties). My cock gradually got harder as I enjoyed stud after stud with lovely tough cocks screwing their way through a succession of porn bitchsluts, how I longed to be up there rather of with one of those dicks buried in my arse and another choking me from in front as two well-muscled (and I suggest well-muscled) hunks took me and used me as their own fucktoy. I was aware that the theatre was getting somewhat busier and that there were one or two bodies nearby, however at that minute I was only interested in the love muscles I saw twitching and pulsing up on the screen.

A scene had actually simply started in which two little oriental females were on their knees before the greatest, blackest cock I had ever seen, it was absolutely fucking enormous. Gradually 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 point of no return as the black monster gushed gallons of cum onto the upturned faces of the two little sluts on the screen. I decided now would be a excellent time to retire to the toilet and bring myself to the very 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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