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The 2nd workmate actually lived next door to us and as it turned out he had actually seen me in one of those aforementioned pick up areas, getting rather friendly with this tall excellent looking Jamaican man called Leo. I was walking 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 soon as I discussed 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 unclean names he could 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 wife and three kids could not have actually been far more than 10 feet away on the other side of the garage wall, but that did not hinder as he savaged my arse! After one such total blowout and feeling incredibly frustrated and horny I chose to head into the city and see if I might get into the porno theatre. I was just interested in dick, and the theatre just revealed straight motion pictures I could at least enjoy some well-hung stud going through their speeds and picture it was me they were banging and not some lucky bitch with plastic tits.

The porno theatre was in an area next to among the old industrial sites and the entire location was quite diminished. The real theatre was a fairly large 3 floor building on the corner and may have looked fairly stylish if not for the layers of dirt and gunk on the outside (and the tacky neon lighting naturally). I got in with surprisingly little difficulty (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket cubicle hardly taking time to search for from whatever he read. I increased 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 one of the back rows. I could only see a few other figures in the theatre and none were anywhere near to me so I hunched down in my seat and started to rub my stiffening prick through the material of the loose tracksuit trousers I was wearing over a pair of red silk panties (I had actually also ended up being simply somewhat addicted to the feel of silk near my dick, and in particular the silk of women's panties). My cock gradually got harder as I watched stud after stud with gorgeous hard 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 2 well-muscled (and I imply well-muscled) hunks took me and utilized me as their own fucktoy. My hand began rubbing more vigorously as my cock became completely engorged, straining versus the product of the panties. I was aware that the theatre was getting slightly busier which there were one or two bodies nearby, however at that moment I was only thinking about the love muscles I saw twitching and pulsing up on the screen. Most specifically one.

A scene had actually just begun in which 2 small oriental ladies were on their knees prior to the most significant, blackest cock I had actually ever seen, it was absolutely fucking huge. Not simply long however thick and strong also, my own dick began to jerk as I attempted 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 aloud I believe as my mind began to run away with me. Gradually I moved 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 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 gradually as they licked his shaft from root to suggestion. I was fast approaching the moment of truth as the black monster spewed gallons of orgasm onto the upturned faces of the two little sluts on the screen. I chose 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 shuffled towards the end of the aisle. Not watching exactly where I was going (the black mamba was still spurting jism!) I tripped almost 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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