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This is essentially a sequel to my earlier story Slut Beginnings, it features semi non-consensual sex between men and a teenage boy. If that's not your cup of tea I'm sorry the rest of you enjoy it. Remarks invite.
Having been presented to the joys of worshipping cock some months earlier (not long after my 16th birthday) I had actually grown ever more addicted to sucking and fucking , specifically if I was dealt with like some sort of sex toy. I grew on the feeling of being used simply for somebody else enjoyment and went out of my method to experience it as often as possible. I required to hanging around several popular pick up areas, impersonating provocatively as I potentially could, making it clear I was there for something and one thing alone dick. I was not particularly worried about whose cock it was that I took or sucked up my butt and this led to a couple of rather dangerous encounters, not least with 2 of my fathers work associates. Among them had walked into a cubicle in the public toilets near to where he and my daddy worked to find me, on my knees sucking frantically on a solid 8 of prime tube steak. He never ever stated anything, just supported, unzipped his fly, took down my jogging trousers and fucked my arse for all he deserved. That afternoon alone supplied me with adequate material for numerous satisfying wanks in the weeks afterwards.
The 2nd colleague actually lived next door to us and as it ended up he had seen me in among those abovementioned pick up spots, getting rather friendly with this high excellent 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 was standing in the entrance of his double garage, and as quickly as I reviewed he pulled the door down behind me, got my arms and forced my upper body 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 unclean names he could consider, hissing them into my ear as he pumped me. 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. His better half and 3 kids might not have been a lot more than 10 feet away on the other side of the garage wall, but that did not discourage as he savaged my arse! Obviously, I need to make it clear that I loved this type of treatment, a rough abusive fuck was the best kind I could get, however I liked to put some kind of token resistance or objection to increase the satisfaction even further. Unfortunately, popular as they were, my preferred haunts did not always supply me with a genuinely fulfilling encounter, sometimes I completely set out. After one such total blowout and sensation randy and incredibly annoyed I chose to head into the city and see if I could enter the porno theatre. I was just interested in dick, and the theatre just showed straight films I could at least see some well-hung stud going through their rates and envision it was me they were banging and not some fortunate bitch with plastic tits.
The porno theatre remained in an location beside one of the old industrial websites and the entire place was quite run down. The actual theatre was a relatively large three storey building on the corner and might have looked reasonably trendy if not for the layers of dirt and grime on the outside (and the ugly neon lighting obviously). I ingratiated surprisingly little difficulty (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket cubicle barely taking some time to search for from whatever he was reading. I went up the stairs and into the screen. As soon as 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 sounds from the screen I made my method to among the back rows. I might only see a few 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 material of the loose tracksuit pants I was wearing over a set of red silk panties (I had also ended up being just somewhat 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 viewed stud after stud with stunning hard cocks screwing their way 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 2 well-muscled (and I mean well-muscled) hunks took me and used me as their own fucktoy. My hand began rubbing more intensely as my cock became completely engorged, straining versus the material of the panties. I understood that the theatre was getting a little busier which there were a couple of bodies nearby, however at that moment I was just thinking about the love muscles I saw jerking and pulsing up on the screen. Many specifically one.
A scene had actually simply begun in which two small asian ladies were on their knees before the most significant, blackest cock I had ever seen, it was definitely fucking enormous. Slowly 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 was fast approaching the defining moment as the black monster gushed gallons of orgasm 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 first orgasm of the day. I quickly brought up the tracksuit bottoms and shuffled towards completion of the aisle. Not watching precisely where I was going (the black mamba was still spurting jism!) I tripped practically 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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