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Having actually been presented to the delights of worshipping dick some months earlier (not long after my 16th birthday) I had grown ever more addicted to fucking and drawing , specifically if I was dealt with like some sort of sex toy. I thrived on the sensation of being utilized purely for another person pleasure and headed out of my way to experience it as often as possible. I took to hanging around numerous well known pick up spots, dressing as provocatively as I potentially could, making it clear I was there for something and something alone cock. I was not especially stressed over whose cock it was that I sucked or took up my butt and this resulted in one or two rather dangerous encounters, not least with two of my daddies work colleagues. Among them had walked into a cubicle in the public toilets close to where he and my dad worked to find me, on my knees sucking desperately on a strong 8 of prime tube steak. He never stated anything, just got behind, unzipped his fly, pulled down my running pants and fucked my arse for all he was worth. That afternoon alone provided me with adequate product for numerous pleasurable wanks in the weeks afterwards.
The 2nd workmate really lived next door to us and as it turned out he had seen me in one of those previously mentioned pick up areas, getting rather friendly with this high great looking Jamaican guy called Leo. I was walking home 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 greater up my back with each thrust he made, his other hand reached round in front and he pinched and twisted at my tough nipples. After one such total blowout and sensation incredibly frustrated and horny I chose to head into the city and see if I could get into the porno theatre. I was only interested in cock, and the theatre just showed straight motion pictures I could at least see some well-hung stud going through their speeds and envision it was me they were banging and not some lucky bitch with plastic tits.
The porno theatre remained in an location next to among the old commercial websites and the entire location was quite run down. The actual theatre was a fairly big 3 floor building on the corner and might have looked fairly elegant if not for the layers of dirt and grime on the outside (and the tacky neon lighting of course). I got in with remarkably little difficulty (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket cubicle hardly requiring 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 ultimately to the accompaniment of groans, groans and other sex noises from the screen I made my way to among 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 started to rub my stiffening prick through the product of the loose tracksuit trousers I was using over a pair of red silk panties (I had likewise become simply a little addicted to the feel of silk near to my cock, and in particular the silk of ladies's panties). My dick slowly got harder as I saw stud after stud with lovely difficult cocks 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 2 well-muscled (and I mean well-muscled) hunks took me and used me as their own fucktoy. My hand began rubbing more strongly as my cock ended up being totally engorged, straining against the material of the panties. I understood that the theatre was getting somewhat busier and that there were a couple of bodies nearby, however at that moment I was only thinking about the love muscles I saw pulsing and twitching up on the screen. Many specifically one.
A scene had just begun in which 2 small asian ladies were on their knees prior to the greatest, blackest dick I had actually ever seen, it was definitely 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 moment of truth as the black beast spewed gallons of orgasm onto the upturned faces of the two little sluts on the screen. I chose now would be a great 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 shuffled towards the end of the aisle. Not viewing precisely where I was going (the black mamba was still spurting jism!) I tripped nearly as I reached completion. My flailing right hand landed right in someone's lap as I stumbled forwards and arrived at my knees.
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