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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 drawing and fucking , specifically if I was treated like some kind of sex toy. I flourished on the feeling of being used purely for someone else pleasure and headed out of my way to experience it as frequently as possible. I required to spending time numerous well known pick up areas, impersonating provocatively as I possibly could, making it clear I was there for something and something alone cock. I was not especially fretted 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. Among them had actually walked into a cubicle in the general public toilets close to where he and my father worked to find me, on my knees sucking desperately on a solid 8 of prime tube steak. He never said anything, simply supported, unzipped his fly, took down my running trousers and fucked my arse for all he was worth. That afternoon alone supplied me with adequate material for several enjoyable wanks in the weeks afterwards.
The 2nd colleague really lived next door to us and as it ended up he had seen me in one of those abovementioned pick up spots, getting rather friendly with this high great 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 doorway of his double garage, and as quickly as I reviewed he pulled the door down behind me, got my arms and forced my upper body down over the front of his Merc. Within seconds he had my shorts down and was reaming my arse with his cock, calling me all the dirty 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 pinched and twisted at my difficult nipples. His partner and three kids might not have actually been much more than 10 feet away on the other side of the garage wall, but that did not discourage as he savaged my arse! Obviously, I ought to make it clear that I liked this type of treatment, a rough violent fuck was the best kind I might get, but I liked to put some type of token resistance or objection to increase the enjoyment even further. Sadly, popular as they were, my preferred haunts did not always supply me with a really fulfilling encounter, often I completely struck out. After one such complete blowout and sensation incredibly disappointed and horny I decided to head into the city and see if I might get into the porno theatre. Although I was just thinking about cock, and the theatre only revealed straight films I might at least watch 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 remained in an area beside among the old industrial sites and the whole location was pretty run down. The real theatre was a fairly big three floor structure on the corner and might have looked fairly elegant if not for the layers of dirt and grime on the outside (and the ugly neon lighting naturally). I got in with surprisingly little problem (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket booth hardly requiring time to look up from whatever he was reading. 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 moans, groans and other sex noises from the screen I made my way to one of the back rows. I might just see a few other figures in the theatre and none were anywhere near 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 also ended up being just slightly addicted to the feel of silk near to my cock, and in particular the silk of females's panties). My dick slowly got harder as I saw stud after stud with lovely hard dicks screwing their method through a succession of pornography bitchsluts, how I longed to be up there instead of with among 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 utilized me as their own fucktoy. My hand began rubbing more intensely as my dick became totally engorged, straining against the product of the panties. I was aware that the theatre was getting somewhat busier which there were one or two bodies nearby, however at that moment I was just thinking about the love muscles I saw twitching and pulsing up on the screen. A lot of especially one.
A scene had just begun in which 2 small asian ladies were on their knees prior to the greatest, blackest cock I had actually ever seen, it was definitely fucking huge. Slowly I moved 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 was quick approaching the moment of truth as the black beast 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 quickly brought up the tracksuit bottoms and shuffled towards the end of the aisle. Not seeing precisely where I was going (the black mamba was still spurting jism!) I tripped practically as I reached the end. My flailing right-hand man landed right in someone's lap as I stumbled forwards and arrived at my knees.
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