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Having been introduced to the delights of worshipping dick some months earlier (not long after my 16th birthday) I had grown ever more addicted to fucking and drawing , especially if I was dealt with like some type of sex toy. I thrived on the feeling of being used simply for somebody else pleasure and went out of my method to experience it as frequently as possible. I required to hanging around a number of popular pick up spots, dressing as provocatively as I perhaps could, making it clear I was there for one thing and one thing alone cock. I was not particularly worried about whose cock it was that I sucked or took up my butt and this resulted in one or two somewhat risky encounters, not least with two of my dads work colleagues. One of them had walked into a cubicle in the general public toilets near to where he and my father worked to discover me, on my knees sucking desperately on a solid 8 of prime tube steak. He never ever said anything, just got behind, unzipped his fly, took down my jogging pants and fucked my arse for all he deserved. That afternoon alone offered me with adequate material for numerous pleasurable wanks in the weeks later on.
The second workmate really lived next door to us and as it turned out he had seen me in one of those abovementioned choice up spots, getting rather friendly with this high good looking Jamaican man called Leo. I was strolling house one night, having been out playing football, when I heard him call me over. He held both my slim wrists together in one hand, forcing them greater up my back with each thrust he made, his other hand reached round in front and he pinched and twisted at my difficult nipples. Obviously, I should make it clear that I enjoyed this kind of treatment, a rough violent fuck was the best kind I could get, but I liked to put some sort of token resistance or objection to heighten the satisfaction even further. Well known as they were, my preferred haunts did not constantly offer me with a really fulfilling encounter, in some cases I completely struck out. After one such complete blowout and sensation exceptionally frustrated and horny I chose to head into the city and see if I could get into the porno theatre. I was just interested in cock, and the theatre just showed straight motion pictures I might at least enjoy 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 one of the old industrial sites and the entire location was quite diminished. The real theatre was a relatively big three floor building 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 cubicle hardly requiring time to search for from whatever he read. I went up the stairs and into the screen. Once in it took me a few seconds to get oriented in the dim, flickering light, but ultimately to the accompaniment of moans, groans and other sex sounds from the screen I made my method to among the back rows. I might just see a couple of other figures in the theatre and none were anywhere near me so I hunched down in my seat and began to rub my stiffening prick through the product of the loose tracksuit trousers I was using over a pair of red silk panties (I had likewise ended up being simply somewhat 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 watched stud after stud with lovely 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 two 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 cock ended up being totally engorged, straining versus the product of the panties. I was aware that the theatre was getting slightly busier and that there were one or two bodies nearby, but at that moment I was only interested in the love muscles I saw pulsing and jerking up on the screen. Most specifically one.
A scene had just started in which 2 little oriental ladies were on their knees before the most significant, blackest cock 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 imagine the extreme pain/pleasure I would feel if that black god were to require that incredible prick into my tight butthole, I groaned out loud I think as my mind began to run away with me. Gradually I slid 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 dick 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 idea. I was quick approaching the defining moment as the black monster spewed gallons of cum onto the upturned faces of the two little sluts on the screen. I decided now would be a great time to retire to the toilet and bring myself to the first orgasm of the day. I quickly pulled up the tracksuit bottoms and shuffled towards completion of the aisle. Not enjoying 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 somebody's lap as I stumbled forwards and arrived on my knees.
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