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This is basically a sequel to my earlier story Slut Beginnings, it includes semi non-consensual sex between men and a teenage kid. , if that's not your cup of tea I'm sorry the rest of you enjoy it.. Comments welcome.
Having been presented to the delights of worshipping dick some months earlier (not long after my 16th birthday) I had actually grown ever more addicted to sucking and fucking , especially if I was dealt with like some type of sex toy. I thrived on the sensation of being used simply for someone else enjoyment and went out of my method to experience it as frequently as possible. I took to hanging around a number of well known pick up areas, impersonating provocatively as I possibly 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 took or sucked up my butt and this resulted in one or two rather risky encounters, not least with two of my dads work associates. Among them had strolled into a cubicle in the public toilets near to where he and my father worked to find me, on my knees drawing frantically on a strong 8 of prime tube steak. He never said anything, simply supported, unzipped his fly, pulled down my running trousers and fucked my arse for all he was worth. That afternoon alone offered me with sufficient product for numerous satisfying 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 abovementioned choice up areas, getting rather friendly with this high good looking Jamaican person called Leo. I was walking 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 pinched and twisted at my hard nipples. After one such complete blowout and sensation randy and exceptionally disappointed 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 just revealed straight motion pictures I might at least watch some well-hung stud going through their speeds 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 industrial websites and the whole place was quite run down. The real theatre was a relatively large 3 storey building on the corner and might have looked reasonably stylish if not for the layers of dirt and grime on the outside (and the ugly neon lighting obviously). I got in with remarkably little trouble (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket booth hardly taking time to look up from whatever he read. I increased the stairs and into the screen. When in it took me a few seconds to get oriented in the dim, flickering light, but eventually to the accompaniment of moans, groans and other sex noises from the screen I made my way to one of the back rows. I could 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 began to rub my stiffening prick through the material of the loose tracksuit pants I was using over a set of red silk panties (I had also become simply slightly addicted to the feel of silk near my dick, and in particular the silk of females's panties). My dick slowly got harder as I watched stud after stud with beautiful tough cocks screwing their way through a succession of porn bitchsluts, how I longed to be up there instead of with one of those cocks 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. My hand began rubbing more strongly as my cock ended up being fully engorged, straining against the product of the panties. I was aware that the theatre was getting somewhat busier and that there were a couple of bodies close by, however at that moment I was only interested in the love muscles I saw jerking and pulsing up on the screen. Many particularly one.
A scene had actually just begun in which two little oriental ladies were on their knees before the greatest, blackest cock I had ever seen, it was definitely fucking enormous. Slowly 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 quick approaching the defining moment as the black monster spewed gallons of cum 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 shuffled towards completion of the aisle. Not viewing exactly where I was going (the black mamba was still spurting jism!) I tripped practically as I reached completion. My flailing right-hand man landed right in somebody's lap as I stumbled forwards and arrived at my knees.
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