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This is essentially a follow up to my earlier story Slut Beginnings, it features semi non-consensual sex in between men and a teenage young boy. , if that's not your cup of tea I'm sorry the rest of you enjoy it.. Comments invite.
Having been introduced to the delights 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 dealt with like some type of sex toy. I prospered on the sensation of being used purely for somebody else satisfaction and headed out of my method to experience it as often 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 something alone cock. I was not especially worried about whose cock it was that I drew or took up my butt and this resulted in a couple of somewhat dangerous encounters, not least with 2 of my dads work coworkers. One of them had actually strolled into a cubicle in the public toilets close to where he and my father worked to discover me, on my knees drawing frantically on a strong 8 of prime tube steak. He never ever stated anything, just got behind, unzipped his fly, pulled down my running trousers and fucked my arse for all he was worth. That afternoon alone offered me with enough product for a number of pleasurable wanks in the weeks afterwards.
The 2nd colleague in fact lived next door to us and as it turned out he had seen me in one of those aforementioned pick up areas, getting rather friendly with this high good looking Jamaican guy called Leo. I was walking house one night, having 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 required my torso 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 might 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 hard nipples. His better half and 3 kids might not have actually been much more than 10 feet away on the other side of the garage wall, however that did not prevent as he savaged my arse! Naturally, I ought to make it clear that I liked this kind of treatment, a rough abusive fuck was the very best kind I might get, but I liked to put some kind of token resistance or objection to increase the satisfaction even further. Well known as they were, my favourite haunts did not always offer me with a really satisfying encounter, sometimes I totally struck out. If I could get into the porno theatre, after one such complete blowout and feeling incredibly frustrated and randy I decided to head into the city and see. Although I was just interested in dick, and the theatre just revealed straight motion pictures I could a minimum of see some well-hung stud going through their rates and picture it was me they were banging and not some lucky bitch with plastic tits.
The porno theatre remained in an area next to among the old commercial sites and the whole location was pretty run down. The real theatre was a relatively big 3 storey structure on the corner and might have looked fairly stylish if not for the layers of dirt and grime on the outside (and the tacky neon lighting obviously). I associated remarkably little trouble (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket cubicle barely taking some time to look up from whatever he was reading. I increased the stairs and into the screen. When in it took me a few seconds to get oriented in the dim, flickering light, however eventually to the accompaniment of moans, groans and other sex noises from the screen I made my way to among the back rows. I might only see a couple of 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 product of the loose tracksuit trousers I was using over a set of red silk panties (I had actually likewise become simply slightly addicted to the feel of silk near my cock, and in particular the silk of females's panties). My dick gradually got harder as I enjoyed stud after stud with lovely tough cocks screwing their way through a succession of porn bitchsluts, how I longed to be up there instead of with among those dicks buried in my arse and another choking me from in front as two well-muscled (and I indicate well-muscled) hunks took me and used me as their own fucktoy. My hand started rubbing more intensely as my cock ended up being totally engorged, straining against the material of the panties. I knew that the theatre was getting somewhat busier and that there were one or two bodies close by, but at that moment I was just thinking about the love muscles I saw pulsing and twitching up on the screen. A lot of particularly one.
A scene had just started in which 2 small oriental females were on their knees before the most significant, blackest dick 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 moment of truth as the black monster spewed gallons of orgasm 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 hastily pulled 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 man landed right in someone's lap as I stumbled forwards and arrived on my knees.
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