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Having been presented to the delights 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 type of sex toy. I prospered on the sensation of being used purely for somebody else enjoyment and headed out of my way to experience it as frequently as possible. I took to hanging around numerous well known pick up spots, impersonating provocatively as I potentially could, making it clear I was there for something and one thing alone dick. I was not particularly stressed over whose cock it was that I drew or took up my butt and this led to a couple of rather dangerous encounters, not least with two of my fathers work associates. One of them had walked into a cubicle in the general public toilets close to where he and my dad worked to discover me, on my knees drawing frantically on a strong 8 of prime tube steak. He never stated anything, simply supported, unzipped his fly, pulled down my jogging pants and fucked my arse for all he was worth. That afternoon alone supplied me with sufficient product for several enjoyable wanks in the weeks later on.
The 2nd colleague 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 person called Leo. I was walking 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 higher up my back with each thrust he made, his other hand reached round in front and he pinched and twisted at my hard nipples. After one such complete blowout and sensation extremely frustrated and randy I decided to head into the city and see if I could get into the porno theatre. I was just interested in dick, and the theatre only revealed straight movies I could at least see some well-hung stud going through their rates and envision it was me they were banging and not some lucky bitch with plastic tits.
The porno theatre was in an area beside one of the old commercial websites and the entire place was pretty run down. The real theatre was a fairly large three floor structure on the corner and might have looked reasonably trendy if not for the layers of dirt and grime on the outside (and the ugly neon lighting obviously). I insinuated remarkably little problem (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket cubicle hardly taking time to look up 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 noises from the screen I made my method to among the back rows. I might 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 material of the loose tracksuit pants I was using over a set of red silk panties (I had actually likewise ended up being simply a little addicted to the feel of silk near to my dick, and in particular the silk of women's panties). My dick gradually got harder as I viewed stud after stud with gorgeous tough cocks screwing their way 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 utilized me as their own fucktoy. I was conscious that the theatre was getting somewhat busier and that there were one or 2 bodies nearby, however at that moment I was just interested in the love muscles I saw pulsing and twitching up on the screen.
A scene had actually just begun in which two little asian ladies were on their knees prior to the most significant, blackest cock I had actually ever seen, it was absolutely fucking massive. Gradually I slid 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 point of no return as the black beast gushed gallons of cum onto the upturned faces of the 2 little sluts on the screen. I chose now would be a excellent time to retire to the toilet and bring myself to the first orgasm of the day. My flailing ideal hand landed right in somebody's lap as I stumbled forwards and landed on my knees.
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