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This is basically a sequel to my earlier story Slut Beginnings, it includes semi non-consensual sex between adult males and a teenage boy. , if that's not your cup of tea I'm sorry the rest of you enjoy it.. Comments welcome.
Having been introduced to the pleasures of worshipping cock some months earlier (not long after my 16th birthday) I had grown ever more addicted to fucking and drawing , specifically if I was treated like some kind of sex toy. I flourished on the feeling of being utilized simply for somebody else satisfaction 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, dressing as provocatively as I perhaps could, making it clear I was there for one thing and one thing alone cock. I was not particularly stressed over whose cock it was that I took or drew up my butt and this resulted in one or two somewhat risky encounters, not least with two of my fathers work colleagues. One of them had strolled into a cubicle in the general public toilets close to where he and my father worked to discover me, on my knees sucking frantically on a strong 8 of prime tube steak. He never ever stated anything, just got behind, unzipped his fly, pulled down my running trousers and fucked my arse for all he was worth. That afternoon alone supplied me with enough material for several satisfying wanks in the weeks afterwards.
The second colleague in fact lived next door to us and as it turned out he had actually seen me in one of those abovementioned pick up areas, getting rather friendly with this high great looking Jamaican man called Leo. I was walking 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 greater up my back with each thrust he made, his other hand reached round in front and he pinched and twisted at my hard nipples. Of course, I should make it clear that I enjoyed this kind of treatment, a rough violent fuck was the very best kind I might get, but I liked to put some kind of token resistance or objection to heighten the enjoyment even further. Well understood as they were, my favourite haunts did not constantly offer me with a really satisfying encounter, often I totally struck out. After one such total blowout and feeling randy and incredibly disappointed I chose to head into the city and see if I might enter the porno theatre. Although I was just thinking about cock, and the theatre just showed straight motion pictures I might at least view some well-hung stud going through their paces and picture it was me they were banging and not some lucky bitch with plastic tits.
The porno theatre remained in an location beside one of the old commercial websites and the whole place was quite diminished. The real theatre was a relatively big three floor structure on the corner and may have looked reasonably stylish if not for the layers of dirt and grime on the outside (and the tacky neon lighting obviously). I insinuated remarkably little problem (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket booth barely taking time to search for from whatever he was reading. I increased the stairs and into the screen. As soon as in it took me a few seconds to get oriented in the dim, flickering light, but ultimately to the accompaniment of groans, groans and other sex noises from the screen I made my method to among the back rows. I could just see a few other figures in the theatre and none were anywhere near me so I hunched down in my seat and began 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 likewise ended up being simply a little addicted to the feel of silk near to my cock, and in particular the silk of ladies's panties). My cock gradually got harder as I viewed stud after stud with stunning difficult cocks screwing their method through a succession of pornography 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 indicate well-muscled) hunks took me and used me as their own fucktoy. My hand started rubbing more strongly as my cock became completely engorged, straining against the product of the panties. I understood that the theatre was getting slightly busier and that there were a couple of bodies nearby, but at that moment I was just thinking about the love muscles I saw jerking and pulsing up on the screen. Most particularly one.
A scene had simply begun in which 2 small oriental ladies were on their knees before the most significant, blackest cock I had actually ever seen, it was absolutely fucking huge. Not just long however thick and strong too, my own dick started to twitch as I tried to think of the extreme pain/pleasure I would feel if that black god were to require that unbelievable prick into my tight butthole, I moaned out loud I believe as my mind began to run away with me. 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 slowed my pace 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 tip. I was fast approaching the moment of truth as the black monster gushed gallons of cum 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. I hastily pulled up the tracksuit bottoms and shuffled towards the end of the aisle. Not seeing 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 somebody's lap as I stumbled forwards and arrived at my knees.
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