#393768 - With my cries of pain and the man shouts of ecstasy was a cacophony of sexual composition. He mentioned I was the fourth schoolboy who visited the Cinema recently, with the Cinema being closed until the evening performance I was disappointed because I was as still feeing horny, then I remembered there was a public toilet at the top end of town, with my boy pussy still hungry for more cock and my sexual libido not satisfied I was going to try my luck. My love tunnel was in real pain and I was in some discomfort but my cunt was in total control of this man, I turned my thoughts into a positive mode by trying to gain gratification in the thought that I was pleasing a sexually frustrated older man, then I heard voices which sounded like the man who finger fucked me and the older man who’d taken the ticket money, then suddenly the man fucking me was on his vinegar stroke his cock was driving deeper inside me.