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I had never been to an adult theatre, and for some or other reason, decided that it was a block in my life with a missing tick. Down the road from a gay pub I frequented, I knew there was one of these establishments. I had always avoided it, because it was located in a rather seedy alley. One Friday night, I departed from the gay bar at around nine p.m., bored out of my mind. Passing the alley I glanced in, but then decided to walk on by. A half a block further, however, I turned, and walked back to the alley. ‘It’s only nine. What the fuck, time I tick this box,’ I thought. Before entering the adult theatre I noticed a sign displaying their business hours. They were open from twelve p.m., till twelve a.m., daily. The entrance was seedy, and I was informed that there was only one theatre. I purchased an admission ticket, and passing through curtains found myself at the back of the auditorium. On the screen, a big guy was thumping his large cock into a busty blond. At a quick glance, there appeared to be around one hundred seats. Being the only person in the place, I selected a seat on the right aisle, two thirds up from the screen. After a few minutes I observed a ray of light from behind, as another person entered the theatre. Shortly, a scruffy guy was standing in the aisle next to me. Newcomer was tall and lanky, and so skanky looking, that he almost appeared to be a homeless guy. To my horror, he then moved into the seat directly behind me. Before me I observed a non illuminated exit sign, to the right side of the screen. There were closed curtains beneath the sign, which I presumed obscured an exit door. I made a mental note that if needed, this is where Escort Avrupa yakası I could make a quick getaway. A minute or so later a face appeared next to mine. As he spoke I could smell strong liquor on his tobacco laced breath. “Fuck yeah… that pussy is getting a good pounding,” he said. A few more obscenities from him followed, before his face moved away. I began to think seriously about my exit strategy. He was a rough looking guy and I didn’t want to piss him off, given the fact that he had obviously had a few drinks. On an impulse, I quickly glanced behind me to find that ‘Skanky’ had his tracksuit pants pulled slightly down, and was playing with his knob. I swiftly looked forward again, before his head once more appeared next to my face, seconds later. This time, his grubby left hand clamped onto my left shoulder. “There’s nothing better than watching a cock pounding a hole,” he whispered hornily. As his left hand began kneading my shoulder, he continued, “Mmm… would you like me to fuck your hole?” More obscene commentary followed, before I felt his tongue licking my ear. “Just let me know when you’re ready,” he concluded, before moving backwards once more. I decided that I needed to get the hell out of there. I arose, and casually moved towards the exit curtains. Moving though, I was relieved to find an exit door eight feet beyond the curtains. I tried the door, but to my dismay found it securely bolted shut. ‘Oh fuck,’ I thought, ‘now I am going to have to pass by Skanky again.’ As I tugged at the door one final time the curtains behind me opened, revealing Skanky. After he drew the curtains slightly Ataköy escort apart, a beam of light that filtered in. “Is this where you want to do it?” he asked lustfully. “Actually, I was just about to leave, but the door is bolted,” I answered nervously. “Why are you leaving?” he questioned, slightly pissed-off. “Well… I’m a little tired, and want to head home,” I pathetically responded. “What’s your name?” he inquired. “Luke,” I replied. “I’m Jaxon, and you ain’t going anywhere… not until I’m done with you,” he persuasively insisted. Jaxon moved towards me, before pinning my body against the wall. As his hands clamped my waist I tried to wrestle free of his grasp. I was left in no doubt, however, about the power in his arms, and there was no way I was going to be able to fight him off. Moving his left arm upwards, his hand gripped hold of my hair tilting my head up. As his mouth closed on mine, I pursed my lips as tightly as possible. Moving his head back slightly, Jaxon then spat on my face. “What did you do that for?” I whimpered. “I’ll keep fucking spitting, till you give me your mouth properly,” he snarled. When his lips again enclosed on mine his kissing intensified, and his right hand slipped into the back of my pants, fondling my butt. Jaxon then moved back slightly, before he began to pull my T-shirt off me. “Take off your pants and underpants,” he ordered. “I really need to get going,” I stammered. Jaxon placed right hand on my chest, and pushed me against the wall. With his face inches from mine he said, “Now you listen up. Christmas has arrived early for me, and I’m going to enjoy my gift. All I Şirinevler escort bayan ever get here are ugly old men. Tonight is my lucky night, and I’m going to enjoy fucking you, pretty boy. There are two ways we can do this; the nice way, or the hard way… Both suit me, are you getting me?” “Yes,” I anxiously replied. “Then fucking strip,” he concluded. We both stripped, and with our clothes on a pile next to us, faced each other. Jaxon grabbed hold of my forearms, and pushed my arms up against the wall framing my head. His hectic breath was now accompanied by the smell of his ripe armpits. Frantically, he began licking my face and ears as his mouth manically daubed my features with saliva. Jaxon was in no hurry and soon began licking my neck, constantly returning to my mouth. With the mashing of his stiff knob against my crotch, my cock also began to harden. I was amazed that despite my fear, I was actually becoming more and more turned-on. “Time to lube up my dick,” Jaxon finally stated, as he began pushing my shoulders downwards. As my face reached his crotch, a new bouquet of aromas revealed itself. A pungent combination of pubic sweat and piss assailed my nostrils. Placing his thumbs into my mouth, Jaxon pulled my mouth onto his huge cock. “Relax your throat,” he ordered. I began to swallow for all I was worth. As I began spluttering, his left hand cupped the back of my head, and his right hand slapped my face. “Relax your fucking throat, pretty boy,” he warned. On and on he coaxed me into total submission. I was astonished that I was actually getting into the scene, and coping with the size of his knob. From the contentment of his groans, I could sense his satisfaction. “Fuck yeah… Christmas is early,” he happily intoned. Jaxon then began to pull my body upwards, instructing me to turn and anchor myself against the wall. “Push your butt out… Yeah that’s it… Fuck yeah… that fucking perfect,” he stated satisfactorily. Jaxon’s entry was slow and comfortable.
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