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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 areas, 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 soon 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 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 twisted and pinched at my hard nipples. His spouse and 3 kids could 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! Obviously, I need to make it clear that I enjoyed this kind of treatment, a rough abusive fuck was the very best kind I might get, but I liked to put some sort of token resistance or objection to heighten the enjoyment even further. Sadly, popular as they were, my preferred haunts did not always offer me with a genuinely satisfying encounter, in some cases I completely set out. If I could get into the porno theatre, after one such total blowout and sensation randy and extremely disappointed I chose to head into the city and see. I was just interested in dick, and the theatre just showed straight movies I could 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 remained in an location next to one of the old commercial websites and the whole place was pretty diminished. The real theatre was a relatively large 3 storey building on the corner and may have looked fairly stylish if not for the layers of dirt and gunk on the outside (and the ugly neon lighting of course). I ingratiated remarkably little problem (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket cubicle barely taking time to search for from whatever he was reading. I increased the stairs and into the screen. When in it took me a couple of seconds to get oriented in the dim, flickering light, however eventually to the accompaniment of groans, groans and other sex sounds from the screen I made my method 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 started to rub my stiffening prick through the product of the loose tracksuit trousers I was using over a set of red silk panties (I had actually also ended up being simply a little addicted to the feel of silk near my dick, and in particular the silk of women's panties). My dick gradually got harder as I viewed stud after stud with stunning difficult dicks screwing their way through a succession of porn 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 two well-muscled (and I mean well-muscled) hunks took me and utilized me as their own fucktoy. My hand started rubbing more intensely as my dick ended up being totally engorged, straining against the material of the panties. I was aware that the theatre was getting somewhat busier and that there were one or two bodies close by, however at that moment I was only interested in the love muscles I saw jerking and pulsing up on the screen. Most especially one.

A scene had just started in which 2 small asian females were on their knees prior to the most significant, blackest dick I had actually ever seen, it was absolutely fucking enormous. Not simply long however thick and strong also, my own cock started to twitch as I attempted to think of the extreme pain/pleasure I would feel if that black god were to require that unbelievable prick into my tight butthole, I moaned out loud I think as my mind began to run away with me. Slowly I slid my pants 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 rate now to match that of the two worshipful little tarts on the screen, their heads bobbing up and down gradually as they licked his shaft from root to tip. I was quick approaching the point of no return as the black monster gushed 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 hastily brought up the tracksuit bottoms and mixed towards the end of the aisle. Not seeing precisely where I was going (the black mamba was still spurting jism!) I tripped almost 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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