The Training of a Naughty Boy 3: Feeding Time & In Plain Sight  Always on the perpetual quest for cocks, I continued my training as a good little slut with a guy I met on a gay dating site. Jean-Michel was almost twice my age but he had become, so to speak, my boyfriend or at least my designated sex friend for some time. He was currently living with a friend of his who was putting him up for free while I was still at my parents' house, late in leaving the cozy family nest. From our first date, Jean-Michel introduced me to the pleasures of the flesh between males in the great outdoors by sodomizing me against a tree at the edge of a wood (read: Getting laid at the airfield). Knowing that he didn't have the means, it was often me who paid for our outings to sex shops or gay bars with mom and dad's pocket money. Dressed in a little pink and white shirt tied above my navel and tight, low-rise jeans, I strutted with my "boyfriend," who could have been my uncle, toward the sex shop for a libertine afternoon. During our licentious escapades, I discovered another side of Jean-Michel when it came to sex. Although he behaved like a true alpha male with me, he also enjoyed being a submissive sissy. In the "Trans" room, my darling, on all fours in a bench, was busy sucking the enormous dick of a superb young mixed-race man of astonishing beauty. Sitting there, I admired my boyfriend with a stunned expression as he gave a blowjob to this over-hung, ebony-skinned Apollo. The sight of him like this, in such a situation, excited me enormously. On the TV screen, a transsexual of South American origin was getting fucked by a bodybuilder. I didn't know where to look to contain my desire for cock. The young mixed-race guy with the charming smile noticed my interest and invited me to join them with a wink and a small nod. No doubt he wanted me to enjoy his gigantic candy cane. But now a newcomer was unloading his artillery under my nose, hoping for a treat! How could he believe I was that kind of boy?! The guy puffed out his cheek with his tongue, giving me an impatient look that said it all! Unable to resist this invitation in this debauched atmosphere, I welcomed this gift between my big, thick lips. While being sucked by my darling, the handsome mixed-race man watched me pumping this daring stranger and seemed delighted for me. Jean-Michel had a hard time swallowing such a piece while he pressed on his head to go all the way down his throat. My darling was going to end up choking on this monstrous pestle. I really felt sorry for him. He would never again be the perfect vision of the dominant male for me after having witnessed this. With a know-how that I did not know he had, Jean-Michel overcomes the resistance of this gigantic exotic squash. With expert tongue strokes and tasty sucks, he extracted his milk like an expert in the matter until the final gulp which he swallowed without flinching, not being the least bit disgusted. I could hardly believe that this sissy had been my stud master during his last weeks. The handsome mixed-race man buttoned up and left, smiling at me knowingly. He had probably guessed that Jean-Michel was with me and had thoroughly enjoyed it. Too busy collecting the nectar of this first partner directly into my mouth, I didn't notice my darling's absence. Jean-Michel had left without me noticing. I too left the trans room, hoping to find him in the gay room. Maybe he was sucking another cock? Despite the narrowness of the room, there were quite a few people there on this Friday afternoon. Some were masturbating while watching the pornographic film on the screen above a large bench. Jean-Michel was there too, posted in the doorway, cock in hand. "_So, was it good? He asked me, noticing my presence at his side without looking away from the screen.  _Yes, and yours? _Super good. He would have liked to put it in my ass. But it was much too big, I refused. _I would have liked to taste it! _I know, slut that you are! But now it's my turn!" Jean-Michel took my arm and led me to the bench, made me sit down and began to unbutton my blouse. "_Wait, you want to do it here? But there are people! _So, it's not the first time you've been fucked in public, right?" Jean-Michel took off my pants, my briefs and tilted me backwards. Lying on the bench, thighs apart, wearing only my pair of socks, he was going to fuck me in front of all these voyeurs. At a good height, he sank into me and began to file me shamelessly. Several curious people crowded around us to enjoy the spectacle. Their lewd looks stared at me, some expressed a primary, sly excitement. Others seemed indignant to witness my misfortune. How could this young man offer himself like this in front of all these men? Their dirty comments reached my ears, accentuating my humiliation even more: she likes it, this slut! Fuck this little faggot's ass! What a female dog! Among these voyeurs, one in particular met my gaze and I could not guess exactly what he was thinking. His face expressed both excitement and something more unhealthy, like disgust towards me. To avoid having to endure these implicit judgments, I stared at the screen above me while opening myself even more by pulling on the back of my thighs. While being sodomized in the middle of strangers, I squealed with pleasure, my head thrown back. Sometimes my green eyes plunged into those of my lover. Too ashamed, I avoided the gaze of others, focusing on the cock going in and out of my ass. Jean-Michel didn't give up his place to another and vigorously rammed me until he had his pleasure.  After a short recovery time, we clumsily got dressed again, still a little numb from our lovemaking. The performance was over. Except that I felt a hand on my buttocks after pulling up my tight jean ...

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