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Having been introduced to the delights of worshipping dick some months earlier (not long after my 16th birthday) I had grown ever more addicted to sucking and fucking , particularly if I was dealt with like some type of sex toy. I thrived on the feeling of being used simply for someone else satisfaction and headed out of my way to experience it as typically as possible. I took to spending time a number of popular pick up spots, dressing as provocatively as I perhaps could, making it clear I was there for something and one thing alone cock. I was not especially stressed over whose cock it was that I took or drew up my butt and this led to a couple of somewhat risky encounters, not least with two of my fathers work associates. Among them had strolled into a cubicle in the general public toilets near to where he and my father worked to discover me, on my knees sucking frantically on a strong 8 of prime tube steak. He never ever stated anything, simply got behind, unzipped his fly, took down my running pants and fucked my arse for all he deserved. That afternoon alone supplied me with sufficient material for a number of enjoyable wanks in the weeks later on.
The 2nd officemates actually lived next door to us and as it ended up he had seen me in one of those aforementioned pick up areas, getting rather friendly with this high good looking Jamaican person called Leo. I was strolling house one night, having been out playing football, when I heard him call me over. He was standing in the doorway 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, 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 difficult nipples. His wife and three kids might not have actually been much more than 10 feet away on the other side of the garage wall, but that did not discourage as he savaged my arse! Obviously, I must make it clear that I liked this type of treatment, a rough abusive fuck was the very best kind I might get, however I liked to put some sort of token resistance or objection to increase the enjoyment even further. Regrettably, popular as they were, my preferred haunts did not constantly provide me with a really fulfilling encounter, often I totally struck out. After one such total blowout and sensation extremely annoyed and horny I decided to head into the city and see if I might enter the porno theatre. I was only interested in cock, and the theatre only revealed straight motion pictures I could at least watch some well-hung stud going through their rates and picture it was me they were banging and not some lucky bitch with plastic tits.
The porno theatre remained in an area next to one of the old commercial sites and the entire location was pretty run down. The real theatre was a relatively large 3 floor structure on the corner and might have looked reasonably elegant if not for the layers of dirt and gunk on the outside (and the ugly neon lighting naturally). I insinuated remarkably little difficulty (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket cubicle hardly 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 few seconds to get oriented in the dim, flickering light, but eventually to the accompaniment of groans, groans and other sex noises from the screen I made my way to among the back rows. I could only see a couple of other figures in the theatre and none were anywhere near to me so I hunched down in my seat and began to rub my stiffening prick through the product of the loose tracksuit trousers I was wearing over a set of red silk panties (I had actually also ended up being just a little addicted to the feel of silk close to my dick, and in particular the silk of ladies's panties). My dick gradually got harder as I enjoyed stud after stud with stunning difficult dicks screwing their way through a succession of pornography bitchsluts, how I longed to be up there rather of with one of those dicks buried in my arse and another choking me from in front as two well-muscled (and I mean 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 close by, but at that moment I was just interested in the love muscles I saw pulsing and jerking up on the screen.
A scene had just started in which two small oriental ladies were on their knees before the greatest, blackest dick I had actually ever seen, it was absolutely fucking enormous. 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 fast approaching the climax as the black monster spewed 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 first orgasm of the day. I hastily pulled up the tracksuit bottoms and mixed towards completion of the aisle. Not watching exactly 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 somebody's lap as I stumbled forwards and landed on my knees.
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