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The 2nd colleague actually 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 high excellent looking Jamaican man called Leo. I was walking house 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 reviewed 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 dirty names he could think about, 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 tough nipples. His partner and three kids might not have been far more than 10 feet away on the other side of the garage wall, however that did not deter as he savaged my arse! After one such complete blowout and sensation horny and exceptionally disappointed I decided to head into the city and see if I might get into the porno theatre. I was just interested in cock, and the theatre just showed straight motion pictures I could at least view some well-hung stud going through their speeds and picture it was me they were banging and not some lucky bitch with plastic tits.

The porno theatre was in an location next to among the old industrial websites and the whole location was pretty run down. The real theatre was a relatively big 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 tacky neon lighting obviously). I insinuated remarkably little trouble (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket cubicle barely taking some time to search for from whatever he read. I went up the stairs and into the screen. When in it took me a couple of seconds to get oriented in the dim, flickering light, but ultimately to the accompaniment of groans, groans and other sex noises 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 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 pair of red silk panties (I had likewise become just somewhat addicted to the feel of silk near my dick, and in particular the silk of women's panties). My dick slowly got harder as I watched stud after stud with beautiful difficult dicks screwing their method 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 imply well-muscled) hunks took me and used me as their own fucktoy. My hand began rubbing more intensely as my dick ended up being fully engorged, straining against the product of the panties. I understood that the theatre was getting somewhat busier and that there were a couple of bodies nearby, but at that moment I was only interested in the love muscles I saw jerking and pulsing up on the screen. The majority of particularly one.

A scene had simply begun in which 2 little oriental ladies were on their knees prior to the biggest, blackest cock I had ever seen, it was definitely fucking huge. Slowly 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 cock 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 chose now would be a great time to retire to the toilet and bring myself to the first orgasm of the day. I quickly brought up the tracksuit bottoms and mixed towards completion of the aisle. Not watching precisely where I was going (the black mamba was still spurting jism!) I tripped nearly as I reached completion. My flailing right hand landed right in somebody's lap as I stumbled forwards and arrived at my knees.

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