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This is essentially a sequel 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.. Remarks welcome.
Having been introduced to the happiness of worshipping cock some months earlier (not long after my 16th birthday) I had grown ever more addicted to drawing and fucking , particularly if I was treated like some sort of sex toy. I thrived on the sensation of being utilized purely for somebody else enjoyment and headed out of my way to experience it as typically as possible. I took to spending time a number of well known pick up areas, impersonating provocatively as I perhaps could, making it clear I was there for one thing and something alone cock. I was not particularly stressed over whose cock it was that I sucked or took up my butt and this resulted in one or two rather dangerous encounters, not least with two of my daddies work coworkers. One of them had actually walked into a cubicle in the public toilets close to where he and my daddy worked to find me, on my knees sucking anxiously on a solid 8 of prime tube steak. He never said anything, just got behind, unzipped his fly, pulled down my running pants and fucked my arse for all he was worth. That afternoon alone supplied me with sufficient product for numerous pleasurable wanks in the weeks later on.
The 2nd workmate in fact lived next door to us and as it turned out he had actually seen me in one of those aforementioned pick up spots, getting rather friendly with this tall 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, 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 difficult nipples. After one such complete blowout and sensation randy and exceptionally frustrated I chose to head into the city and see if I could get into the porno theatre. I was only interested in dick, and the theatre only showed straight motion pictures I could at least 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 was in an area beside among the old industrial websites and the entire place was pretty run down. The actual theatre was a fairly large three floor structure on the corner and may have looked reasonably trendy if not for the layers of dirt and gunk on the outside (and the ugly neon lighting naturally). I got in with remarkably little problem (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket cubicle barely taking time to look up from whatever he was reading. 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 could just see a couple of 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 product of the loose tracksuit trousers I was wearing over a set of red silk panties (I had actually likewise ended up being just a little addicted to the feel of silk near to my dick, and in particular the silk of women's panties). My dick gradually got harder as I saw stud after stud with stunning difficult dicks screwing their way through a succession of porn bitchsluts, how I longed to be up there rather of with one of those dicks 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. I was mindful that the theatre was getting slightly busier and that there were one or 2 bodies nearby, but at that moment I was just interested in the love muscles I saw twitching and pulsing up on the screen.
A scene had actually simply begun in which two little asian women were on their knees prior to the biggest, blackest dick I had actually ever seen, it was definitely fucking enormous. Gradually I slid 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 fast approaching the moment of truth as the black beast spewed gallons of cum onto the upturned faces of the two little sluts on the screen. I chose now would be a good 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 mixed towards the end of the aisle. Not watching precisely where I was going (the black mamba was still spurting jism!) I tripped almost as I reached completion. My flailing right hand landed right in someone's lap as I stumbled forwards and landed on my knees.
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