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Having actually been presented to the happiness of worshipping cock some months earlier (not long after my 16th birthday) I had actually grown ever more addicted to fucking and sucking , especially if I was treated like some kind of sex toy. I thrived on the feeling of being used purely for another person enjoyment and went out of my way to experience it as often as possible. I took to hanging around several well known pick up spots, dressing as provocatively as I perhaps could, making it clear I was there for one thing and one thing alone dick. I was not particularly 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 two of my daddies work coworkers. One of them had walked into a cubicle in the public toilets close to where he and my father worked to find me, on my knees drawing desperately on a strong 8 of prime tube steak. He never said anything, just got behind, unzipped his fly, took down my jogging pants and fucked my arse for all he deserved. That afternoon alone supplied me with enough product for a number of satisfying wanks in the weeks later on.
The 2nd workmate really 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 high good looking Jamaican guy called Leo. I was strolling home 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, requiring 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. Naturally, I must make it clear that I enjoyed this type of treatment, a rough abusive fuck was the very best kind I could get, but I liked to put some type of token resistance or objection to increase the enjoyment even further. Sadly, well known as they were, my favourite haunts did not constantly supply me with a truly fulfilling encounter, sometimes I entirely struck out. After one such complete blowout and sensation horny and exceptionally annoyed I chose to head into the city and see if I might enter the porno theatre. Although I was only interested in dick, and the theatre just revealed straight movies I could a minimum of enjoy some well-hung stud going through their rates 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 entire place was pretty diminished. The actual theatre was a fairly big three floor structure on the corner and may have looked fairly elegant if not for the layers of dirt and grime on the outside (and the tacky neon lighting obviously). I got in with surprisingly little difficulty (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket cubicle barely taking time to look up from whatever he read. I increased 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 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 started to rub my stiffening prick through the product of the loose tracksuit pants I was wearing over a pair of red silk panties (I had actually also ended up being just somewhat addicted to the feel of silk near to my cock, and in particular the silk of ladies's panties). My dick gradually got harder as I saw stud after stud with stunning hard cocks screwing their method through a succession of pornography bitchsluts, how I longed to be up there rather of with one of those cocks buried in my arse and another choking me from in front as 2 well-muscled (and I indicate well-muscled) hunks took me and utilized me as their own fucktoy. I was conscious that the theatre was getting slightly busier and that there were one or two bodies close by, but at that minute I was only interested in the love muscles I saw twitching and pulsing up on the screen.
A scene had actually simply started in which two small asian ladies were on their knees before the biggest, blackest cock I had ever seen, it was definitely fucking huge. Gradually I slid my trousers 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 fast approaching the point of no return 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 good time to retire to the toilet and bring myself to the very first orgasm of the day. My flailing best hand landed right in somebody's lap as I stumbled forwards and landed on my knees.
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