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Having actually been presented to the happiness of worshipping dick some months earlier (not long after my 16th birthday) I had grown ever more addicted to fucking and drawing , especially if I was treated like some sort of sex toy. I prospered on the sensation of being utilized purely for somebody else pleasure and went out of my method to experience it as frequently as possible. I required to spending time a number of well known pick up spots, impersonating provocatively as I possibly could, making it clear I was there for something and one thing alone cock. I was not particularly stressed over whose cock it was that I drew or took up my butt and this resulted in a couple of rather dangerous encounters, not least with 2 of my daddies work coworkers. Among them had actually walked into a cubicle in the general public toilets near to where he and my dad worked to discover me, on my knees drawing desperately on a strong 8 of prime tube steak. He never ever said anything, just supported, unzipped his fly, pulled down my jogging trousers and fucked my arse for all he deserved. That afternoon alone supplied me with sufficient material for several enjoyable wanks in the weeks afterwards.
The second workmate in fact lived next door to us and as it turned out he had seen me in one of those aforementioned pick up spots, getting rather friendly with this tall great looking Jamaican guy 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, forcing them higher up my back with each thrust he made, his other hand reached round in front and he twisted and pinched at my hard nipples. Naturally, I must make it clear that I loved this type of treatment, a rough violent fuck was the very best kind I might 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 always offer me with a genuinely fulfilling encounter, often I totally set out. After one such total blowout and feeling extremely annoyed and randy I chose to head into the city and see if I might enter the porno theatre. Although I was only thinking about cock, and the theatre only revealed straight movies I might a minimum of 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 was in an area beside among the old industrial sites and the entire place was pretty run down. The real theatre was a relatively big three floor structure on the corner and might have looked reasonably trendy if not for the layers of dirt and gunk on the outside (and the tacky neon lighting naturally). I associated surprisingly little problem (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket booth barely taking some time to look up from whatever he was reading. I went up the stairs and into the screen. Once in it took me a few 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 among the back rows. I could only see a few 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 product of the loose tracksuit pants I was using over a pair of red silk panties (I had likewise become just a little addicted to the feel of silk near my dick, and in particular the silk of women's panties). My cock slowly got harder as I watched stud after stud with gorgeous hard dicks screwing their way through a succession of porn 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 two well-muscled (and I suggest well-muscled) hunks took me and used me as their own fucktoy. My hand started rubbing more vigorously as my dick ended up being totally engorged, straining versus the product of the panties. I was aware that the theatre was getting a little busier and that there were one or two bodies close by, but at that moment I was just interested in the love muscles I saw pulsing and jerking up on the screen. Most especially one.
A scene had actually just started in which two little asian females were on their knees before the biggest, blackest cock I had ever seen, it was definitely fucking massive. Not just long however thick and solid as well, my own dick began to jerk as I attempted to picture the intense pain/pleasure I would feel if that black god were to require that astounding prick into my tight butthole, I moaned aloud I think as my mind started to run away with me. Slowly I slid my pants down over my hips and arse cheeks, then slid one hand under me to have fun with my tight hole through the silk of the panties, the other I continued to stroke my dick 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 idea. I was fast approaching the point of no return 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 very first orgasm of the day. I quickly pulled up the tracksuit bottoms and mixed towards the end of the aisle. Not seeing exactly where I was going (the black mamba was still spurting jism!) I tripped nearly as I reached the end. My flailing right hand landed right in somebody's lap as I stumbled forwards and arrived at my knees.
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