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This is generally a sequel to my earlier story Slut Beginnings, it includes semi non-consensual sex in between men and a teenage kid. If that's not your cup of tea I'm sorry the rest of you enjoy it. Remarks 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 fucking and drawing , especially if I was dealt with like some type of sex toy. I prospered on the sensation of being used simply for someone else pleasure and went out of my way to experience it as typically as possible. I required to spending time numerous well known pick up areas, dressing as provocatively as I perhaps could, making it clear I was there for something and one thing alone cock. I was not especially worried about whose cock it was that I drew or took up my butt and this led to one or two rather dangerous encounters, not least with two of my daddies work associates. One of them had actually walked into a cubicle in the public toilets close to where he and my daddy worked to discover me, on my knees sucking frantically on a strong 8 of prime tube steak. He never ever stated anything, simply got behind, unzipped his fly, took down my running trousers and fucked my arse for all he deserved. That afternoon alone offered me with adequate product for a number of satisfying wanks in the weeks afterwards.
The 2nd officemates really lived next door to us and as it ended up he had seen me in one of those aforementioned pick up areas, getting rather friendly with this tall good looking Jamaican guy called Leo. I was walking house one night, having been out playing football, when I heard him call me over. He was standing in the entrance of his double garage, and as soon as I went over he pulled the door down behind me, grabbed 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 filthy names he might think of, hissing them into my ear as he pumped me. He held both my slim wrists together in one hand, forcing 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. His other half and 3 kids could not have been a lot more than 10 feet away on the other side of the garage wall, but that did not deter as he savaged my arse! Naturally, I should make it clear that I liked this type of treatment, a rough violent fuck was the best kind I could get, however I liked to put some type of token resistance or objection to heighten the pleasure even further. Unfortunately, well known as they were, my preferred haunts did not constantly supply me with a really fulfilling encounter, often I totally struck out. After one such total blowout and sensation extremely frustrated and randy I chose to head into the city and see if I might enter the porno theatre. I was only interested in dick, and the theatre only revealed straight motion pictures I could at least watch some well-hung stud going through their speeds and imagine it was me they were banging and not some fortunate bitch with plastic tits.
The porno theatre remained in an location next to one of the old industrial websites and the entire place was quite run down. The real theatre was a fairly large 3 storey building on the corner and might have looked fairly stylish if not for the layers of dirt and gunk on the outside (and the tacky neon lighting naturally). I ingratiated remarkably little trouble (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket cubicle barely taking time to search for from whatever he read. I increased the stairs and into the screen. When in it took me a couple of 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 might only see a couple of 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 material of the loose tracksuit trousers I was using over a set of red silk panties (I had actually likewise become just slightly addicted to the feel of silk near my cock, and in particular the silk of ladies's panties). My cock gradually got harder as I saw 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 suggest well-muscled) hunks took me and used 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 moment I was only interested in the love muscles I saw jerking and pulsing up on the screen.
A scene had actually just begun in which 2 little oriental females were on their knees before the most significant, blackest dick I had ever seen, it was definitely fucking enormous. Gradually I moved 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 cock with. I was quick approaching the moment of truth as the black beast gushed 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 first orgasm of the day. I hastily pulled up the tracksuit bottoms and mixed towards the end of the aisle. Not enjoying 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 on my knees.
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