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The 2nd officemates really 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 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, 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 difficult nipples. After one such complete blowout and feeling incredibly disappointed and randy I decided to head into the city and see if I might get into the porno theatre. I was only interested in cock, and the theatre just revealed straight movies I could at least watch some well-hung stud going through their speeds and imagine it was me they were banging and not some lucky bitch with plastic tits.

The porno theatre remained in an location next to one of the old industrial sites and the entire place was quite run down. The real theatre was a relatively large 3 storey structure 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 naturally). I ingratiated remarkably little trouble (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket cubicle hardly taking time to search for from whatever he was reading. I went up the stairs and into the screen. Once in it took me a couple of seconds to get oriented in the dim, flickering light, but eventually to the accompaniment of groans, groans and other sex sounds from the screen I made my method to one of the back rows. I could just see a couple of other figures in the theatre and none were anywhere near 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 using over a pair of red silk panties (I had actually also ended up being simply slightly addicted to the feel of silk near to my dick, and in particular the silk of women's panties). My dick slowly got harder as I viewed stud after stud with lovely difficult dicks screwing their way through a succession of pornography bitchsluts, how I longed to be up there instead of with one of those dicks buried in my arse and another choking me from in front as two well-muscled (and I suggest well-muscled) hunks took me and used me as their own fucktoy. I was mindful that the theatre was getting a little busier and that there were one or 2 bodies nearby, but at that moment 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 oriental females were on their knees prior to the greatest, blackest dick I had ever seen, it was definitely fucking massive. Not just long however thick and strong as well, my own cock began to twitch as I attempted to picture the extreme pain/pleasure I would feel if that black god were to require that astounding prick into my tight butthole, I groaned out loud I think as my mind began to run away with me. Gradually I slid my pants down over my hips and arse cheeks, then moved one hand under me to have fun 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 gradually as they licked his shaft from root to suggestion. I was quick approaching the point of no return 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 first orgasm of the day. I quickly pulled up the tracksuit bottoms and mixed towards completion of the aisle. Not viewing precisely where I was going (the black mamba was still spurting jism!) I tripped almost as I reached completion. My flailing right hand landed right in somebody's lap as I stumbled forwards and arrived on my knees.

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