Having been introduced to the joys of worshipping cock I had grown ever more addicted to fucking and sucking, especially if I was treated like some kind of sextoy. I thrived on the feeling of being used purely for someone else's pleasure and went out of my way to experience it as often as possible. I took to hanging around several well known pick up spots, dressing as provocatively as I possibly could, making it clear I was there for one thing and one thing alone; cock.
I was not particularly worried about whose cock it was that I sucked or took up my butt and this resulted in one or two somewhat risky encounters, not least with two of my father's work colleagues. One of them had walked into a cubicle in the public toilets near to where he and my father worked to find me, on my knees sucking frantically on a solid 8'' of prime tubesteak. He never said anything, just got behind, unzipped his fly, pulled down my jogging pants and fucked my arse for all he was worth. That afternoon alone provided me with enough material for several enjoyable wanks in the weeks after wards.
The second workmate actually lived next door to us and as it turned out he had seen me in one of those afore mentioned pick up spots, getting rather friendly with this tall good looking Jamaican guy 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 doorway of his double garage, and as soon as I went over he pulled the door down behind me, grabbed my arms and forced my torso down over the front of his Merc. Within seconds he had my shorts down and was reaming my arse with his cock, calling me all the filthy names he could think of, 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 hard nipples. His wife and three kids could not have been much more than 10 feet away on the other side of the garage wall, but that did not deter as he savaged my arse!
Of course I should make it clear that I loved this kind of treatment, a rough abusive fuck was the best kind I could get, but I liked to put some kind of token resistance or objection to heighten the pleasure even further. Unfortunately, well known as they were, my favourite haunts did not always provide me with a truly fulfilling encounter, sometimes I completely struck out. After one such complete blow out and feeling incredibly frustrated and horny I decided to head into the city and see if I could get into the porno theatre. The porno theatre was in an area next to one of the old industrial sites and the whole place was pretty run down. The actual theatre was a fairly large three storey building on the corner and might have looked reasonably stylish if not for the layers of dirt and grime on the outside (and the tacky neon lighting of course). I got in with surprisingly little difficulty (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket booth hardly taking time to look up from whatever he was reading.
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, but eventually to the accompaniment of moans, groans and other sex noises from the screen I made my way to one of the back rows. I could 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 wearing over a pair of red silk panties (I had also become just slightly addicted to the feel of silk close to my cock, and in particular the silk of women's panties).
My cock gradually got harder as I watched stud after stud with beautiful hard cocks screwing their way around and oh how I longed to be up there instead with one of those cocks 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. My hand began rubbing more vigorously as my cock became fully engorged, straining against the material of the panties. I was aware that the theatre was getting slightly busier and that there were one or two bodies nearby, but at that moment I was only interested in the love muscles I saw twitching and pulsing up on the screen. Most especially one.
A scene had just started in which two small teeny boys were on their knees before the biggest, blackest cock I had ever seen, it was absolutely fucking enormous. Not just long but thick and solid as well, my own cock began to twitch as I tried to imagine the intense pain/pleasure I would feel if that black god were to force that unbelievable prick into my tight butthole, I moaned out loud I think as my mind began to run away with me. Slowly 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 point of no return as the black monster spewed gallons of cum onto the upturned faces of the two little fags 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 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 landed right in someone's lap as I stumbled forwards and landed on my knees.
"What the fuck d'ye think you're doin! Fag bastard!"
"Jesus I'm sorry I just tripped. Look I was just leaving OK!"
I was hauled to my feet unceremoniously by one arm.
"Yeah right, you just wanted to cop a quick feel of my prick! Fuck off!"
I started to do precisely that, but as I stepped out of the aisle I walked into a wall. A wall of muscle. This guy must have been at least 6'5'' and looked to be about twice my weight! His head was shaved and he had a pretty ugly face, all bashed up like he had maybe been a boxer at one time.
"I saw that, I think Frankie's right, you were trying for a feel."
I tried to protest but he only ignored me and looked past me at Frankie, who was now right behind me.
"Y'know maybe this little pretty boy could do us a favour. That films got me feeling real horny and I could do with easing the pressure on the nuts before I head off. Pretty boy heres got a mouth like a slut anyway, so maybe he'll oblige us and we won't have to be nasty."
I took another step back into the aisle as I heard Frankie sit down again. Muscle man forced me to turn round and face Frankie and then pushed down on my shoulders. I knelt between Frankies thighs, muscle man sat in the row behind me, in front of Frankie, his hands still with a vice like grip on my shoulders and neck.
Frankie was a good deal smaller than his friend, about 6' in height, less bulk as well although he was still fairly hefty. He was a damn sight better looking , with mid length black hair and cold eyes, but like his friend his nose had obviously been broken at some time in the past. His cock was still out of his jeans and it was big, uncut too.
"Get those pretty red lips of yours round that prick right now"
I was in no mood to disobey and in any case my head was being inexorably pushed forward by the big hands of Mr Muscle. I started by taking just the tip into my mouth and swirling my tongue over the soft head, teasing the foreskin, savouring the taste of my first prick of the day. I was pretty sure it would not be my last. Gradually I started to sink lower, finally taking his entire shaft down my throat and began to suck. Muscle mans hands were still on my shoulders but now I could feel hands rubbing my buttcheeks, more than one set of hands as well! Once again my tracksuit trousers were lowered and the hands began to roam over my panties.
