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Having actually been presented to the joys of worshipping dick some months earlier (not long after my 16th birthday) I had actually grown ever more addicted to sucking and fucking , particularly if I was dealt with like some kind of sex toy. I grew on the sensation of being utilized simply for somebody else satisfaction and went out of my method to experience it as frequently as possible. I took to hanging around a number of popular pick up spots, dressing as provocatively as I possibly could, making it clear I was there for something and one thing alone dick. I was not particularly worried about whose cock it was that I took or sucked up my butt and this led to a couple of rather dangerous encounters, not least with 2 of my dads work associates. Among them had strolled into a cubicle in the public toilets near to where he and my daddy worked to discover me, on my knees sucking anxiously on a solid 8 of prime tube steak. He never ever stated anything, simply supported, unzipped his fly, pulled down my running pants and fucked my arse for all he was worth. That afternoon alone supplied me with enough material for several satisfying wanks in the weeks afterwards.
The second colleague actually 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 tall great looking Jamaican guy called Leo. I was strolling house 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 went over he pulled the door down behind me, got 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 might 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 hard nipples. His other half and three kids might not have actually been a lot more than 10 feet away on the other side of the garage wall, but that did not hinder as he savaged my arse! Naturally, I must make it clear that I liked this kind of treatment, a rough violent fuck was the very best kind I might get, but I liked to put some type of token resistance or objection to increase the enjoyment even further. Unfortunately, well known as they were, my favourite haunts did not always provide me with a truly fulfilling encounter, in some cases I entirely started out. After one such total blowout and feeling incredibly disappointed and randy I chose to head into the city and see if I might get into the porno theatre. I was just interested in dick, and the theatre just revealed straight movies I might at least view 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 was in an location beside one of the old commercial sites and the entire location was pretty diminished. The real theatre was a relatively large three storey building on the corner and may have looked reasonably trendy if not for the layers of dirt and grime on the outside (and the tacky neon lighting naturally). I got in with 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 few seconds to get oriented in the dim, flickering light, however ultimately 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 only see a few other figures in the theatre and none were anywhere near 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 pair of red silk panties (I had also ended up being just a little addicted to the feel of silk close to my cock, and in particular the silk of females's panties). My dick gradually got harder as I watched stud after stud with lovely difficult cocks screwing their way through a succession of pornography bitchsluts, how I longed to be up there instead of with one of those cocks buried in my arse and another choking me from in front as 2 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, but at that moment I was just interested in the love muscles I saw pulsing and jerking up on the screen.
A scene had simply started in which 2 little oriental females were on their knees prior to the biggest, blackest dick I had actually ever seen, it was definitely fucking huge. Gradually I moved my pants 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 dick with. I was quick approaching the point of no return as the black beast gushed gallons of cum onto the upturned faces of the two little sluts on the screen. I decided now would be a good time to retire to the toilet and bring myself to the first orgasm of the day. I quickly brought up the tracksuit bottoms and shuffled towards completion of the aisle. Not viewing exactly where I was going (the black mamba was still spurting jism!) I tripped nearly as I reached the end. My flailing right hand landed right in someone's lap as I stumbled forwards and arrived on my knees.
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