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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 grown ever more addicted to sucking and fucking , especially if I was treated like some sort of sex toy. I flourished on the sensation of being utilized simply for somebody else pleasure and went out of my way to experience it as often as possible. I took to spending time numerous well known pick up spots, dressing as provocatively as I perhaps could, making it clear I was there for something and one thing alone cock. I was not especially fretted about whose cock it was that I sucked or took up my butt and this led to one or two rather risky encounters, not least with two of my fathers work associates. One of them had strolled into a cubicle in the public toilets near to where he and my father worked to discover me, on my knees sucking anxiously on a strong 8 of prime tube steak. He never ever stated anything, simply got behind, unzipped his fly, pulled down my running pants and fucked my arse for all he was worth. That afternoon alone offered me with sufficient material for numerous pleasurable wanks in the weeks afterwards.
The second colleague really lived next door to us and as it turned out he had actually seen me in one of those abovementioned choice up areas, getting rather friendly with this high excellent looking Jamaican person called Leo. I was walking house one night, having actually 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 twisted and pinched at my tough nipples. Naturally, I need to make it clear that I enjoyed this sort of treatment, a rough violent fuck was the very best kind I might get, however I liked to put some kind of token resistance or objection to increase the pleasure even further. Well known as they were, my preferred haunts did not constantly provide me with a really fulfilling encounter, often I completely struck out. After one such complete blowout and feeling randy and incredibly annoyed I chose to head into the city and see if I might enter into the porno theatre. I was only interested in cock, and the theatre just 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 fortunate bitch with plastic tits.
The porno theatre remained in an area next to one of the old industrial sites and the entire place was quite run down. The actual theatre was a fairly big 3 storey building on the corner and may have looked fairly trendy if not for the layers of dirt and gunk on the outside (and the ugly neon lighting obviously). I got in with surprisingly little difficulty (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket cubicle hardly 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, however ultimately to the accompaniment of groans, groans and other sex noises 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 close to me so I hunched down in my seat and started to rub my stiffening prick through the product of the loose tracksuit pants I was wearing over a set of red silk panties (I had likewise ended up being simply a little addicted to the feel of silk near my dick, and in particular the silk of females's panties). My cock gradually got harder as I enjoyed stud after stud with gorgeous difficult 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 two well-muscled (and I imply well-muscled) hunks took me and utilized me as their own fucktoy. My hand started rubbing more intensely as my cock became totally engorged, straining versus the material of the panties. I understood that the theatre was getting a little busier and that there were one or two bodies nearby, but at that moment I was only thinking about the love muscles I saw twitching and pulsing up on the screen. Many specifically one.
A scene had just begun in which two little oriental females were on their knees prior to the greatest, blackest dick I had ever seen, it was absolutely fucking massive. Not just long however thick and solid also, my own cock began to twitch as I tried to picture the intense pain/pleasure I would feel if that black god were to force that unbelievable prick into my tight butthole, I groaned out loud I think as my mind started to run away with me. Gradually 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 slowed my speed now to match that of the two worshipful little tarts on the screen, their heads bobbing up and down slowly as they licked his shaft from root to suggestion. I was quick approaching the defining moment 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 quickly brought up the tracksuit bottoms and mixed towards the end of the aisle. Not watching exactly where I was going (the black mamba was still spurting jism!) I tripped nearly as I reached the end. My flailing right hand landed right in somebody's lap as I stumbled forwards and arrived at my knees.
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