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I took to hanging around a number of well understood pick up areas, dressing as provocatively as I perhaps could, making it clear I was there for one thing and one thing alone dick. I was not especially stressed about whose cock it was that I took or sucked up my butt and this resulted in one or two somewhat risky encounters, not least with 2 of my daddies work coworkers. One of them had actually walked into a cubicle in the public toilets near to where he and my daddy worked to find me, on my knees sucking desperately on a strong 8 of prime tube steak.
The second officemates in fact lived next door to us and as it turned out he had seen me in one of those abovementioned pick up spots, getting rather friendly with this tall excellent looking Jamaican guy called Leo. I was strolling 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, 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 difficult nipples. Obviously, I must make it clear that I liked this sort of treatment, a rough violent fuck was the very best kind I could get, but I liked to put some type of token resistance or objection to increase the pleasure even further. Well understood as they were, my preferred haunts did not constantly supply me with a really satisfying encounter, sometimes I completely struck out. If I could get into the porno theatre, after one such total blowout and sensation horny and exceptionally annoyed I decided to head into the city and see. I was only interested in cock, and the theatre just showed straight films I might at least see 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 beside one of the old industrial websites and the entire place was pretty run down. The real theatre was a fairly large 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 naturally). I ingratiated surprisingly little problem (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket cubicle hardly taking some time to look up from whatever he read. I went up the stairs and into the screen. Once in it took me a few seconds to get oriented in the dim, flickering light, however ultimately to the accompaniment of moans, groans and other sex sounds from the screen I made my way to among the back rows. I could just 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 using over a pair of red silk panties (I had actually also ended up being simply slightly 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 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 mean well-muscled) hunks took me and used me as their own fucktoy. My hand started rubbing more vigorously as my cock became totally engorged, straining against the material of the panties. I was aware that the theatre was getting somewhat busier and that there were a couple of bodies close by, however at that moment I was only thinking about the love muscles I saw pulsing and twitching up on the screen. A lot of particularly one.
A scene had simply begun in which two small asian ladies were on their knees prior to the greatest, blackest cock I had ever seen, it was definitely fucking huge. Slowly I slid 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 was quick approaching the climax as the black beast gushed 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 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 nearly as I reached completion. My flailing right hand landed right in somebody's lap as I stumbled forwards and arrived on my knees.
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