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This is basically a sequel to my earlier story Slut Beginnings, it includes semi non-consensual sex in between men 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 presented to the happiness of worshipping cock some months earlier (not long after my 16th birthday) I had grown ever more addicted to sucking and fucking , specifically if I was treated like some sort of sex toy. I flourished on the sensation of being utilized simply for another person enjoyment and headed out of my way to experience it as typically as possible. I required to spending time numerous well known pick up spots, dressing as provocatively as I possibly could, making it clear I was there for one thing and something alone dick. I was not especially worried about whose cock it was that I sucked or took up my butt and this led to a couple of somewhat dangerous encounters, not least with two of my daddies work colleagues. One of them had actually walked into a cubicle in the general public toilets close to where he and my daddy worked to find me, on my knees drawing frantically on a strong 8 of prime tube steak. He never said anything, simply got behind, unzipped his fly, took down my running pants and fucked my arse for all he deserved. That afternoon alone offered me with adequate material for several enjoyable wanks in the weeks afterwards.
The second colleague really lived next door to us and as it ended up he had actually seen me in one of those abovementioned pick up areas, getting rather friendly with this high excellent looking Jamaican man called Leo. I was strolling home 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 quickly as I went over he pulled the door down behind me, got my arms and required my torso down over the front of his Merc. Within seconds he had my shorts down and was reaming my arse with his dick, calling me all the filthy names he might think about, hissing them into my ear as he pumped me. 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 twisted and pinched at my tough nipples. His other half and three kids might not have actually been much more than 10 feet away on the other side of the garage wall, however that did not prevent as he savaged my arse! Obviously, I ought to make it clear that I enjoyed this sort of treatment, a rough abusive fuck was the very best kind I could get, however I liked to put some kind of token resistance or objection to heighten the satisfaction even further. Unfortunately, well known as they were, my preferred haunts did not constantly offer me with a really fulfilling encounter, sometimes I completely started out. After one such total blowout and feeling extremely frustrated and horny I chose to head into the city and see if I might enter into the porno theatre. I was only interested in cock, and the theatre only revealed straight films I might at least view some well-hung stud going through their paces and envision 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 commercial websites and the entire location was pretty diminished. The real theatre was a fairly big 3 storey building on the corner and may have looked reasonably elegant if not for the layers of dirt and gunk on the outside (and the ugly neon lighting naturally). I got in with remarkably little difficulty (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket booth barely taking some time to search for from whatever he read. I went up the stairs and into the screen. As soon as in it took me a couple of seconds to get oriented in the dim, flickering light, however eventually to the accompaniment of moans, groans and other sex sounds from the screen I made my method to one of the back rows. I might 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 product of the loose tracksuit pants I was using over a set of red silk panties (I had likewise become simply slightly addicted to the feel of silk close to my dick, and in particular the silk of females's panties). My dick slowly got harder as I watched stud after stud with stunning tough cocks screwing their method through a succession of porn bitchsluts, how I longed to be up there rather of with one of those cocks buried in my arse and another choking me from in front as two well-muscled (and I imply well-muscled) hunks took me and used me as their own fucktoy. I was conscious 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 jerking and pulsing up on the screen.
A scene had simply begun in which two small asian ladies were on their knees before the biggest, blackest dick I had ever seen, it was absolutely fucking huge. Gradually I slid my pants 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 point of no return as the black beast spewed gallons of orgasm 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 hastily brought 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 nearly as I reached completion. My flailing right-hand man landed right in someone's lap as I stumbled forwards and arrived on my knees.
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