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Monday, 21 June 2010

On the Train again by kevintrainerboy

On the train again.
(sleep, straight guy, voyeur, oral, 1st gay.)

In the third carriage, walking down the aisle, looking for a good
seat. Doing the stats as I walk.
Mood: about 3 out of 10. Average for Friday.
Tiredness: 5? Actually, about 4. That's pretty good for the end of the week.
Horniness: about 8. Doesn't ever seem to go below 8 these days.

Can't remember when I started doing the stats. It's a habit now.

Going down the fourth carriage; only three more left. The handle of my bag
is cutting into my hand, and there's a pain in my leg from knocking against
someone's armrest. Still, it's worth going a bit further down. There's
plenty of seats free at this time of night, but a seat with a view is what
matters. Got hours to pass, and time always goes by faster if there's
someone worth looking at. A few sneaky looks. Might get a nice fantasy
going.

The guy at the end of this carriage looks OK. A bit rough looking; a bit
chavy really, but not bad.

I manage to get my bag stuck in the seat just before I get to him. Gives me
time for a better look. That's a definite. Quite hot actually. What I'd
like to do is sit opposite him, but I don't. There's four empty seats
across the aisle, and he'll wonder why I don't use one of them. It's like
standing too near another guy to take a piss. Might be risky. He looks like
he could be... well, I don't think I'd want to get on the wrong side of
him.

So I take a seat across the aisle, diagonally opposite him, and the view
seems fine from here. I put my bag on the floor between my legs and get out
a few random things. While my head's down, I've got the chance for a good
look. I don't waste it.

Trainers. I like guys in trainers. Tracky bottoms. Polo shirt. All very
nice. Then the details: some worn patches and dirt on the trainers, the
tracky bottoms quite old, with a torn bit down one of the stripes. Bit of a
gap between the polo shirt and the top of his boxers. Bit of skin
showing. Also very nice. Trackies very low on his hips, way below his
boxers. The waist band must be right down to his pubes. If he wasn't
wearing the boxers I'd be able to see right down to ... Oh, God, I'm
getting a semi already. Brilliant. I'm thinking maybe half an hour watching
him and imagining a load of stuff, then down to the bog for a wank.

I sit back up and put my stuff on the seat next to me. Don't think I'll be
reading much of my book, but I open it anyway. I do the stats on
him. Clothes: 8, maybe 9. Face and hair: definitely 9. Why are rough, chavy
straight lads so hot? Body: could be a 10. Looks like there's a great body
under that polo shirt. Is that the edge of a tattoo under his sleeve?

Two empty lager cans under his seat. I wonder if he's drunk those? He
slides his arse forward in the seat, stretches his legs out in front of him
and puts his head back against the headrest. Yes, yes, yes. A bit
further. There's a definite bulge in his tracky bottoms now. Sliding
forward has pulled the front of his boxers down a bit. There's more skin
showing now, and some hair trailing down towards his pubes. This is good,
very good. My cock's really hard now, and a bit uncomfortable in my
jeans. Now he closes his eyes, and I shove my hand down my boxers for a
quick fiddle, just to get comfortable. This is already shaping up to be a
great journey, and if he goes to sleep, it will be fucking
amazing. Uninterrupted viewing, and I won't even have to worry about him
catching me looking.

I take a quick glance back up the carriage, no-one else at all down this
end. I start to wonder if I might sneak a wank right here. If he goes to
sleep, that is. It wouldn't be the first time. Hand in my pocket, take it
nice and slowly. Danger wank. I remember some of the lads at School calling
it that. They used to compare stories in the PE changing room. Who'd had
one in the most risky places. I could tell my mates about this one later
on.

If I had the right sort of mates.

My cock's getting even harder now, watching the bulge in the guy's trackies
and thinking about danger wanking right opposite him.

I slip my hand into my jeans pocket and start to have a bit of a play. I
can feel my heart beating, and feel my nob responding to every pulse with a
small twitch. It's going to be a good one. I get my thumb on my bell-end,
just where my foreskin joins on, and start to massage it gently. The skin's
really sensitive there, and the material of my boxers makes plenty of
friction. Fuck, that feels good already.

___

It's a while later when a tunnel brings me out of my dream world for a
moment. The guy opposite is properly asleep now, and I'm starting to leak
pre-cum. Time to decide if I'm going to finish this one off here, or go to
the bog.

Then, there's a bit of a noise from my wank fantasy across the aisle, and
he turns his head. I freeze, but it's OK, he's not waking up. Dreaming
probably. He shifts in his seat again, and now the bulge is bigger. It's
clearer anyway, and I think it's bigger.

Fuck. I think he's getting a hard-on. Fuck!

But I think he might be going to wake up. No. No. He's shifting around in
his seat. Stay asleep, please, for fuck's sake, stay asleep.

I'm in agony for a couple of minutes, but then he settles down again. Still
asleep. Thank Christ for that. And still getting hard. I can see the whole
shape of his cock through the thin material now. It's sticking out to the
side a bit, but it's still growing and straightening up. Fuck. This is like
winning the lottery. His bell-end's pushing right up against the waist band
of his boxers. I can see the whole shape of it. One more centimetre would
do it. Less than that. Come on. Come on!

I'm not even being careful any more. My whole hand is wrapped round my nob,
and I'm straining the material of my pocket to get some good action
going. He slides a bit further down in the seat, and the front of his
trackies gets pulled down just that centimetre I've been praying
for. There, in full view, is his bell-end, really hard, the skin stretched
very tight and very shiny.

All of a sudden, my fantasy moves inside his head, putting myself into the
horny dream I know he's having. That amazing cock of his, thrusting into
someone, over and over again. That bell-end, forcing its way into someone's
hole. He's got her up against a wall, fucking her harder and harder. His
trackies are round his ankles and his arse is clenching as he fucks. I hear
his breathing getting faster, getting noisier.

He's getting close. There's sweat on his neck and face. He's grunting and
gasping for breath. Then one massive thrust. And another. He's cumming. I
bet there's masses of it. Hot and creamy and sticky.

Oh fuck. I'm cumming too. The first squirt straight into my boxers. I don't
fucking care. This is what I've been needing all day. Second squirt.
Fucking amazing. Third. Don't stop. Don't stop.

___

It's a while before I come down a bit from the orgasm and get my head back
to reality. I'm really out of breath, my cock feels hot and a bit raw from
the friction, and my boxers are soaking with cum.

When I get my breath back, I'll go to the bog and clean up.

Chavy lad is still asleep, with no idea about how I've made use of
him. Still hard as well. Must be some dream he's having.

I hear the door swishing open at the other end of the carriage, and I look
back over my shoulder. There's a woman and a child walking down the
carriage, coming our way. My lad still has his bell-end in full view, and
suddenly I feel protective. I shoot across into the seat next to him, and
cross my legs, with my knee sticking out to cover his crotch as much as
possible. It's a fairly shit effort, but I only had a few seconds. I try to
look relaxed, but fail dismally. First the child and then the woman arrive
and go past. They don't look at either of us, fortunately; I think they've
rushing to get the child to the toilet. Thank fuck for that.

I look across, and suddenly realise how close I am to the guy I've been
lusting over, how easily I could reach out and touch his bell-end, feel up
his balls through his trackies, anything. My cock gives another jolt, and
pumps a bit more cum into my already soaking boxers.

Another thought crashes in; mother and child will be coming back from the
toilet any time, and there may be others too. What if a ticket-collector
appears? Fuck. I'm going to have to wake the guy up. I can't just leave him
there, showing off his very beautiful nob to the world. I know if I think
about this too much, I won't do it, so I turn and shake the guy's arm.

`Hey, mate.'

He moves a bit, but doesn't respond.

`Hey mate, you've got to wake up.'

This time a reaction. `What? What's up? Are we there?'

`No. You need ... you've ...'

I haven't a clue what to say, so I look down and point straight at his
bell-end, knowing it's going to be my last chance to see it.

The reaction is instant. `Oh, fuck! Shit! Shit!' He's pulling at his
clothes and covering up, leaning forward in the seat. `Mate, I'm sorry. I
didn't know. Shit. I was having a dream...'

`It's fine. Don't worry about it.'

`Did anyone see?'

`No, it's OK. No-one saw.'

`You sure?' He seems really freaked by this.

`I'm sure. Look, no-one's sitting anywhere near. There were a couple of
people came past, but I managed to cover it up with my leg, so they didn't
see anything.' I demonstrate for him.

Right on cue, the mother and child come back from the toilet, and he
watches them go past. Then he looks straight at me, and I can see the panic
in his eyes. I get the feeling he's picturing what might have happened if
the kid had seen him lying there, with his dick rock-hard and in full view.

`You saved my fucking life, mate.'

`It's all right, really.'

`I'm fucking sorry though, mate. I mean, you had to ... You must think I'm
a right fucking perv.'

`Course I don't.'

`But I had my dick out!'

`You didn't mean to.'

`I feel such a cunt.'

`All guys get hard-ons when they're asleep.'

`Fucking nightmare. On a train, for fuck's sake.'

`It was just bad luck. Forget about it.'

`Suppose so, but I still feel a cunt.' He's starting to calm down a bit;
the shock's wearing off. `Cheers though, mate. You're a fucking life
saver. I mean it. Can I buy you a beer or something?

`No, you're all right.' I'm starting to feel a bit bad now; he's treating
me like I'm the fucking Good Samaritan, and five minutes ago I was cumming
in my pants over him.

`Is that right, what you said – all guys get boners when they're
asleep?'

I'm surprised by the question. I thought that was something everyone
knew. But then, he is young, and I don't suppose he'd be able to ask his
mates something like that; it might sound a bit gay. I, on the other hand,
rather like the way this conversation is going. `Yeah, I think it happens
to everyone.' I think I'll risk pushing it a bit further. `If I wake up in
the night, mine's usually hard, and in the morning.'

`Is it? Cool. I didn't know if it happened to other blokes or not. I
thought it was supposed to just happen for a bit after your balls drop.'

`Happens to me all the time, and I think I'm pretty normal.' Normal?
Fucking hell, how can I say something like that with a straight face?

`But what about...' He trails off, and shoots me a quick glance. `Sorry,
mate, I shouldn't be going on about this kind of stuff. I don't even know
you.'

Oh, no. You're not getting off this subject yet. I'm just getting warmed
up. `Don't worry about me. I'll talk about anything, especially dirty
stuff.'

`Really?' He thinks for a moment. `No, you're all right.'

`Look, you've already shown me your dick. If you're not embarrassed about
that, well...'

He looks horrified. `What? I didn't fucking show you... I was... you said
it was...' Then he catches my smile. `You cunt... I thought you were
serious.' His shoulders drop and he breathes out noisily. Then he gives me
a big smile; the first one I've seen. It's fucking sexy. He seems like a
really nice lad. But I really want to keep this conversation going.

`You think you're a fucking perv? I bet you're not as bad as me. Come on,
what were you going to ask me?'

`You sure you don't mind?'

`No, I've said. Go on.'

`Is it normal if you still spunk up in the night sometimes? I mean, I
thought that only happened when you were, like thirteen or something.'

`Depends on how horny you are, and how much sex you're getting.'

`What do you mean?'

`Are you fucking anyone at the moment?'

`No mate. My girlfriend dumped me about six months ago.'

`How often do you have a wank?'

`Fucking hell, mate...'

`Sorry, didn't mean to embarrass you.'

`I'm not embarrassed, mate, I just wasn't expecting you to just, like,
fucking come out with it like that.' He is embarrassed, though. At least a
bit.

`Well, you did ask me about spunking up in the night. I was just...'

`Yeah, yeah, mate, it's OK. Yeah, well, I have one, like, every day, I
suppose.'

`Just one?'

`Yeah, most days. I try not to have too many. My dad said it's bad for you
if you do it too much.'

I'm starting to feel quite sorry for the lad now. He's so open and
trusting, and I'm being such a devious cunt. At least I can set him
straight on this, though. `That's crap. Sorry, I know it's your dad, and
all that, but he's talking out of his arse.'

`Really?'

`Yeah. Sounds like you need far more than one a day. You're obviously a
horny guy; you need to let it out, or it all builds up, and you end up
squirting it in the night.'

`Well, my dad usually talks out of his arse, I suppose. He's a bit of a
twat, really.' Another big smile. `So, how many should I, you know, how
often...?

`Have as many as you want. When your dick tells you it needs a wank, you
should have one.'

`Fucking hell, man. Result!' He's looking really excited now. Probably
thinking about getting home and cracking one off straightaway.

I'm not feeling so good though. I know I've just been using the guy, and he
seems so nice. I only started this conversation because I'd get turned on
by it. Even now though, when I'm feeling a bit shit about myself, I've
still got a hard-on, and I'm still checking the guy out every chance I
get. What's the matter with me, for fuck's sake?

`Hey, mate,' he fixes me with a look of such openness that I have to look
away. `That's so cool, what you told me. I don't know anyone else who'd
tell me stuff like that. You're a top bloke, you know.'

Suddenly, I can't do this any more. `No I'm not.'

`You are mate. I wish my mates were more like you.'

I've started now, and I'm not going to be able to stop. `You don't. You
wouldn't if you knew what I'm really like. It's me that's the cunt, not
you. And a perv. Look. I've been checking you out ever since I got on this
train. That's why I came and sat opposite you. When you got a boner, I
should have come over and woken you up straightaway, but I didn't because I
was too busy getting off on it.'

`Holy fuck! Where did all that come from? Shit!' There's a long silence. I
haven't a clue what's going to happen next. Finally, he asks, `You a
fucking gayboy then?'

The word almost makes me smile, despite myself. `Yes I'm a "gayboy".'

`Fuck. I wouldn't have guessed. You don't look like one.' I resist the
temptation to launch into the whole `not all gays are camp' thing. Now
really isn't the time.

There's another silence, and I try to work out which way this may go. He
doesn't look too worried, which I suppose is a good sign, and he hasn't
punched me or walked off to another carriage. `Why did you go so fucking
mental? If you were only having a bit of a perve. It's not a big deal, not
enough to go beating yourself up about. We had some gays at School, you
know, it don't worry me.' He stops to think. `So, you think I'm fit then,
do you. Fucking hell.' Suddenly, his expression changes. He looks hard at
me. `What's going on here?'

I can't look him in the eye. I try to, but I can't. I look down and find
myself staring at his crotch. But he isn't going to let this drop. `Right,
mate, I reckon you're told me about half of it so far. Think it's time for
the whole fucking lot, don't you?'

I reckon I've got two choices – just get up and walk down the other end
of the train, or answer the question. The silence is stretching on, and
it's not a good silence. I think he deserves an answer.

`I had a wank over you.'

`Shit! What, here?'

`Yes.'

`You mean you got your dick out right here and whacked one off?'

`No, I did it in my pocket.'

`When I was asleep?'

`Yes. Can we stop talking about this now?'

`I don't fucking think so. Was it a good wank?'

`What?'

`A good wank. Did you enjoy wanking over me?'

`Yes.'

`Did you cum?'

`Yes.'

`Where?' I think he's starting to enjoy this. The more uncomfortable I get,
the more he's enjoying it. `Where did you shoot it?'

`You can guess where. Do I have to spell it out?'

`Yeah, I think you do.'

`In my pants.'

`You fucking cummed in your pants?'

`Yes.'

`You're right. You are a fucking pervert.' His face is serious, but there's
something in his eyes which I can't quite work out. `Don't know if I
believe you, though.'

`What?'

`Don't think I believe you, mate. Think you're making the whole fucking
thing up.' The look in his eyes has changed now, to something definitely
mischievous, and there's a small smile too. `Think you need to prove it.'

`What do you mean? Prove what?'

`You're telling me you had a wank over me, and shot a load in your
kecks. I'm telling you I think you might be a lying cunt. Only one way of
proving it.'

He's definitely smiling now. He's in charge, and he knows it. I reach for
my belt and undo it. Then the buttons on my jeans. My boxers are black, and
the wet patch is really obvious. So is the shape of my hard-on through the
stretchy material.

He looks like he's giving it serious thought. `Hmm, could be spunk. Could
be you've pissed yourself...' The smile is getting bigger, as he takes more
control. `Not convinced yet.'

I pull the waist band of my boxers out, and my cock flicks back against my
stomach with a slap. He takes a good look, and shakes his head. `That's
fucking disgusting. You should be ashamed of yourself.'

`I know. I am.' But I'm smiling. And so is he.

`So then, mate, do I get a blow-job, or what?'

Sometimes, there are moments when you need to say something, but your
brain's going off in fifty different directions at once, and all the things
you thought you knew have been shuffled up and dealt out again in a
different order. There are some words in my head, but I can't seem to say
any of them. I'm sitting there with my mouth opening and closing, and he's
put his serious face back on. After a very long time, I manage, `What?
No... I mean... Shit.'

He reaches out towards me, and I realise I'm still holding out the
waistband of my boxers. He takes my hand away, and then lets the elastic
snap back. It cracks against my bell-end, and he gives a quick laugh as I
wince with the pain and start rubbing it. `Now. Do what you're fucking
told, right? And if you're a good boy, I might even give you a hand with
that. Come on!' He gestures with his head towards the toilet, and I'm on my
feet and following him without even thinking about it. I haven't done up my
jeans, and I have to hold on to them to keep them up. As we get to the
door, he stops suddenly, and I bang into him. It's the first time I've
touched him, and it sends a shock of electricity through me.

`Right. I'm not a fucking gayboy, so don't try to kiss me, or any of that
shit. You ain't sticking anything into my mouth, or anywhere else, so you
can forget that too. I'm in charge, right, and don't fucking forget it.'

I'm about to answer, but he's turning and opening the door, and I just
follow him in. We're standing facing each other, close together in the
cramped cubicle. He takes control straightaway. `Take my shirt off. I don't
want cum on it. Keep yours on.' He lifts his arms and I pull his shirt up
and over his head. There's a hook on the back of the door, and I hang it
there. I turn back to him, and instinctively my hands go to his chest. But
that's not part of the plan. `Clean your dick! In the sink!' I pull my
clothes down and turn the tap on, getting handfuls of water and cleaning
most of the cum off. There's water everywhere by the time I've finished,
but fuck it, so what? I turn back to him and wait for the next instruction.

`Right. Kneel down.' I do. `Get my cock out and start sucking it.' I don't
have to be asked twice.

I pull his trackies down, and then his boxers. His cock is rock hard
already; his foreskin pulled right back and his bell-end tight and shiny
like I remembered it. His pubes are trimmed quite short, and his balls are
hanging low and tempting. I go in and take one in my mouth, breathing in
the smell of sweat, and slipping my hand between his legs. Almost at once,
I get a slap on the side of my head. Hard, but not vicious. `I said suck my
dick, not all that other shit.'

I do as I'm told. I kneel up a bit, and take hold of his shaft, pulling his
cock down towards my mouth. There's an unmistakable glint of pre-cum on it,
and I lick it off. Fuck, I'm so turned on. I take his whole bell-end in my
mouth, and start going down on it, rubbing it against the inside of my
cheek. He's moaning a bit already. I move it across to the other cheek for
a bit, and then move my lips further down the shaft. I feel the tip hit the
back of my throat, and he's loving it. I feel all his muscles tense, and he
puts his hands on the back of my head. I start to get a good rhythm going,
and he seems happy to let me run the show. I reach down for my dick, and
start wanking; slowly though, I'm close to cumming already.

I think he's getting close as well, and I speed up the rhythm a
bit. Suddenly, his hands are on the side of my head, and he's pulling out,
then lifting me to my feet. We're face to face again, and his hand closes
round my cock. He starts to move his hand, really slowly at first, then
faster. I want to kiss him so much. I'm starting to imagine my tongue
pushing his lips apart. Shit. I know I mustn't, so instead I bury my face
in his neck, and put my arms round him. He's wanking me quite hard now, and
I'm starting to build up to cumming. I wonder if he can tell I'm getting
really close. I wonder if he's ever done this before with a guy. I don't
care, though. I don't fucking care. This feels fucking amazing, and that's
all that matters.

I move a hand onto his cock and hold tight, starting to move my hand in
time to his. Straightaway, his free hand comes round and grasps my wrist
tight. He stops me wanking it, but at least he lets me keep hold of
it. He's not ready to cum yet – I know where he's planning for his load
to end up.

His hand speeds up even more and there's no way I'm going to hold off any
longer. I hold him even tighter as the waves of the orgasm take hold of
me. My legs start shaking, and my body jerks wildly as I grunt muffled
sounds of ecstasy into his shoulder. It feels like it's going on for
ever. It's a much stronger cum this time, more intense, deeper somehow, and
I know I've shot even more spunk than that other time, back in the
carriage.

I'm still cumming a bit when I feel his hands on my shoulders pushing me
down. My spunk is splashed all the way up his chest, and he's guiding my
head towards it. I open my mouth, put out my tongue, and start to lick it
up. Once he's sure I've got the idea, he drops his hands and lets me get on
with cleaning him up. I work my way down, starting with the splashes on his
shoulder and neck. I do his chest next, and he lets me use my tongue on his
nipple for a while, before pushing me down further. I'm getting to the best
bits now; there's loads of cum in his pubes and the trail of hair going up
to his belly button is plastered with it. I take my time, and enjoy every
lick, and by now he's got his hand round his dick and he's wanking it
slowly as he watches me doing my clean-up job.

Just as I'm about finished, his hands are on my head again, and his cock
rams its way into my mouth. No way am I going to be in charge of this
one. He snaps his hips back and thrusts forward, both hands behind my
head. His bell-end's in my throat, and for a moment I'm choking. I force
myself to relax, and the next thrust slides in easily. He moans, and the
next thrust is even harder. His breath is coming fast now, and I know this
won't last long. Faster. Harder. It hurts, but I'm loving what I'm doing to
him. He's right on the edge, gasping and groaning, and then suddenly,
`Swallow it, cunt!' and one final massive thrust. The first shot hits the
back of my throat hard, followed by another and another. I grab his arse
with both hands and help to push it in a bit deeper. I'm not even noticing
the pain now, I'm just feeling his body shuddering and hearing his
breathing as his orgasm builds and then starts to ease off.

For a minute, we don't move, him standing breathing heavily and me kneeling
with his cock still in my mouth. I do the stats. Mood: 10,
obviously. Tiredness: zero, though that might not last long. Horniness:
zero and 10 – totally relaxed and totally horned-up, both at the same
time. Don't know how that works, but that's how it is. Fucking amazing.

Then he lets me get up, and we stand facing each other again. The big smile
is back, and this time I'm smiling too.

I decide to push my luck a bit. `Still no kissing, then?' He doesn't answer
straightaway, but the smile stays, and then he says, `Well...'

Suddenly, there's a loud banging on the door. We both freeze. Shit.

More banging. `Hey! Open this door! What the fuck is going on in there?'

Drunk to Fuck by JonH

DRUNK TO FUCK
By JonH
jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk


Sometimes after I've got down on my knee's and sucked a blokes cock I get
this surge of power inside me, I don't know what it is but sometimes I feel
really in control of the situation even if I'm the one giving head.

The one time I had no control left me feeling like a piece of dirt but
somehow whenever I think about it my cock stirs in my pants.


For extra cash I do three nights as a drinks waiter at a function centre
and the night I'm talking about was an end of season social for a local
rugby club. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like football players but I'm
not an idiot, I know that they're straight and I wasn't gonna act like some
fool and get myself into trouble or fired so I kept it professional and
concentrated only on the (huge) drinks orders I was taking to the tables.

The function was due to finish up at 1:00 a.m, at ten to one most of the
parents and club officials were making their way drunkenly out the doors
but most of the players seemed happy to keep on going.

Despite what I told myself I couldn't help having the odd look at a few of
the players, I figured they were so drunk they wouldn't notice and for the
most part they didn't. One of the loudest tables was the one full of the
players from the open age division, basically this division had players 21
years and up and it was while taking an order to them (beer) that I saw
this one guy who was well and truly rat assed. He had a babyish looking
face on a huge, heavy body. I guessed he didn't have a girlfriend as he
was wearing track pants and a rugby top, he was there to drink and I guess
not much else. The shouting was so loud every time I took them a tray of
drinks that I couldn't hear what this guys name was - not that it mattered
I guess - I didn't plan on doing anything as it was clear he wasn't into
guys. He caught me looking at him once but he seemed to brush it off in
the fog of alcohol he was in so I wasn't too fussed.

At one the boss said I could go as they were going to go to bar only
service so leaving the thumping, drunken function room I made my way to the
change room, to get there you had to walk outside and from behind a
dumpster I heard the unmistakable sound of someone throwing up. By the
dull rear light I could make out a large heavy ass with track pants
revealing a small inch or so of ass crack, seeing the rugby top I knew it
must of been the bloke who I'd checked out a couple of times during the
night. Ordinarily I'd maybe see this as some kind of opening but the smell
of beer and vomit kind of put me off so I got to the change room and closed
the door.

The other waiters and waitresses had left around 12 so I had the place to
myself and seeing as it had been a hard night I decided to have a shower.
Stripping down I was soon naked and while going through looking for my
towel I heard what you'd have to call a grunt coming from the door. I had
my back to the door but turning my head I saw it was the drunk bloke, his
lips were still wet from where he'd thrown up and he swayed slightly on his
feet but the one steady thing about him was the way he was staring at my
naked ass.

"You the only one ere'?" he said barely taking his eyes off my ass.

I found my towel and started to wrap it around my waist, he was a good
looking guy but he was too far gone to be attractive anymore. He was now
just a heaving, wet mouthed drunk so it was stupid of me to tell him that I
was the only one around.

With glassy eyed determination he came up to me and straight off roughly
pushed his fingers into my towel covered ass crack, from the violent rise
in his track pants I could see he wanted something. Before I had time to
think of anything to say his warm beer and sick smelling breath was making
my ear sweat.

"Mate, I'm hangin' for it. Bitchshes in there are too much fuckin' work so
I guess you're gonna have ta do"

"Look I ah..."

Before I could say anything more he swung his arm around my shoulder and
got me into a standing headlock. With his other hand he tore my towel off
so I stood there nude my flaccid cut dick hanging between my legs.

"Mate, I'm not ashkin' ya'. I'm a nishe guy when I'm happy orright'. Now,
is this private?"

"No, the storerooms better"

Tightening his grip on my neck he slurred into my hair; "OK, I jus' wan'
some of that ass a' yours then I'll go". Flicking my cock with a finger he
tried to smile.

Pushing me roughly ahead of him I made my way down the corridor with him
staggering behind me. He must of noticed the contrast of my pale pink
naked flesh against the black, grimy walls as under his breath he murmured
approval "fuckin' peach, look at em' wigglin'....mate you wan' it"

Entering the storeroom I flicked on the dim light bulb and locked the door
behind us, as soon as the latch clicked he had his hand at the back of my
head and was pushing it down towards the tent in his track pants.

"Suck it mate, suck ma' cock"

The grit of the floor dug into my knee's as I got down between his legs, I
couldn't see it but his track pants and rugby top smelt of beer and sick.

"Get it out ya' lil' fuckin' slut"

I don't usually go for dirty talk but the way he leered down at me...well,
despite myself my cock started to shift.

Gripping the waistband of his track pants I lifted them up and over the
huge lump in the front, the fabric was wet to the touch - he'd pissed on
them sometime during the night. His black briefs also were wet and smelt
of beer and piss - he must of been real drunk as I saw his pubic hair was
wet and plastered against his skin as I peeled down the front of his
briefs. Before I had time to decide what I thought about this his hand was
pushing my face hard against his crotch.

His heavy, hot cock wiped across my face, the cut head hard and fully
erect, sweat, piss and beer rubbed into my cheek as I tried to get the
wildly swaying dick onto my lips. Gripping his sweaty balls I took some
control and with a sigh managed to get the cock head into my mouth.
Desperate to wash it clean of the dirt and the smells of his crotch I
bobbed my head up and down on his pole, the swaying and humping of his body
made staying steady on my knee's hard, the dirt of the floor scraped into
my skin as every thrust pushed my along the floor a little.

"Get it wet you lil' bitch. Look at ya', you like my taste, you like my
cock"

The squelching sound grew louder as I pounded his cock head against my
throat and my spit slathered the shaft. I knew he was gonna try to fuck me
so I thought I'd suck him to orgasm so he'd lose his urge. I like sucking
cock, I liked his cock to be truthful but I liked it on my terms, not the
terms as laid down by some drunk bloke who'd pissed his pants and thrown up
on himself.

With a hard tug of my hair my mouth lifted up off his shaft, spit coated it
slapped against my chin.

"Nah, mate. I'm fuckin' that cunt a' yours"

His hand pushed under my arm and lifted me to a standing position, if he
noticed my stiffening cock as it swung in the air he didn't say anything.
Clumsily pulling his track pants down to the floor he looked at me with a
glass eyed expression.

"Bend over, show us' ya' ass"

Bending forward I stuck my ass out towards him. The lewdness of this
position has always turned me on so I wasn't too surprised when my cock
grew thicker and harder until I had myself a full erection.

Making no effort to touch me his hoarse voice filled the air.

"Show us ya' cunt"

Reaching back I gripped my ass and pulled the ass cheeks apart.

"Ho yeah, look a' lil' hole, ya' wan' it don' ha. Fuckin' hairy lil' cunt"

I knew my ass was clean but after a night of work it'd be sweaty but I
didn't care, fact was I wish I could of grossed him out a little, show him
that it wasn't a 'cunt' he was fucking but another guys asshole.

I had to hold myself steady as he began to push his rock hard cock head
into my ass crack, time and again he missed, pulling my cheeks further
apart I hoped he'd just get it in there. Pushing my ass closer to his body
I could feel his frustration as he tried without success to hit my bud with
his dick.

Suddenly with a slurred curse I felt his bunched up fingers ram onto my ass
hole, the tips digging slightly into my hole a shock of pain shot through
me as he spread his fingers in an attempt to open me up for his cock. Not
knowing if it worked I gripped hard and painfully onto my knee's when my
hole seemed to burst into flame as his thrusting shaft slid through my ring
and traveled violently into my ass.

Gripping hard against my shoulders he pulled my body onto his cock, my
whole ass filled with the hot hard cock, with a thrust and a groan I felt
his large wet balls slapping against my ass cheeks. Despite everything he
got a drunken clumsy rhythm going so before I knew it I couldn't help but
let out small, throaty grunts as he rammed the breath out of me.

Pushing my ass back to meet his cock I started to pump wildly as my own
stiff, sweat dripping from my brow and the smell of ass and drunkenness
filling the room. My head felt fuzzy and warm as his cock started to
expand, getting close to the end.

"fuck, fuck', fuck" the drunk grunted as he rode into my body.

"Gonna blow"

With two more thrusts and a stinging grip on my shoulder he let out a fart
and his hot cum shot deep into my body as his brow sweat dropped onto my
back and ran in rivers down into my ass crack. As I felt his softening
cock being pulled from my hole I took my hand off my rock hard erection and
turned to face him.

He was tucking his dick back into his pants and wiping his sweaty brow on
his shirt, averting my eyes he gave me a quick affectionate squeeze on the
ass before shuffling to the door and disappearing.

Reaching around to my ass it felt sensitive and raw, some of his cum was
oozing out and I gently rubbed it against my hole to soothe the burning. I
was gonna keep jerking off but I didn't know how I felt. Turned on or not?

I walked back into the change room, quickly got dressed and left by the
side entrance of the centre.

THE END

An Interesting Sleepover by Pete

An Interesting Sleep Over
by Pete (address withheld)

***

A last minute decision by my buddy's friend to
accompany us on a trip turns out to be my first gay
encounter. (MM, 1st-gay-expr, oral, anal, alcohol)

***

We had spent several weeks planning a trip to Las
Vegas, it was to be myself, 4 male friends and my buddy
and his wife. I chose to get my own room having no one
else accompanying me and as the other guys were long
time friends and usually shared rooms when they
traveled.

2 days before the trip my buddy Dave, who was
organizing the trip told me there would be one more and
asked if I wanted to cut my room costs and go half with
his friend from work. I agreed and figured it would
free up more money for gambling.

We all got into Vegas at various times and Dave's buddy
Bobby was supposed to arrive sometime after 1 a.m., so
I left his name at the desk with permission to assign
him a key upon arrival.

Our first night was full of eating, gambling and a lot
of drinking. By midnight I was quite drunk and headed
back to my room. I immediately passed out in the large
comfortable bed to the sound of the air conditioning
humming away.

At some point during the night Bobby checked in and
came up to the room. I never heard him come into the
room, but as I lay on my side I recalled a warm,
gentle, caressing sensation on my back. It was just
enough to stir me, but not enough to actually wake me.
I was content to lay still and enjoy the sensation as
if it were just a dream. As moments passed the gentle
caresses moved lower down my back and I could sense
another's presence lying behind me. I was just so deep
in relaxation from the travel and alcohol that I didn't
want to move.

As I continued to lay still I felt the warmth of a hand
slide under the top of my boxers and descend down
across my bottom. I slowly began to awaken further, but
had not yet put the pieces together as to what was
occurring. As the warm, smooth hand cupped and caressed
my buttocks I allowed myself to relax further. Within
moments I could hear someone's breathing deepening
behind me and feel warm, moist breath upon my back.

While I savored the gentle, warmth of the exhaled
breath upon my shoulders I became aware of a finger
slowly sliding between my buttocks. The feeling was
exhilarating and I fought to control my breathing and
remain still for fear of frightening whoever was
touching me like this and have it end.

I felt my buttocks being more firmly grasped as my
bottom was being parted to make way for that fantastic
finger now searching for my hole. It was like a gentle
current of electricity spread through my body as the
finger found its' mark and slowly circled around my
hole.

It was all I could do to stay still and pretend to be
asleep while a slow continuous pressure was exerted
upon my tight, sensitive hole. I began feel the sheets
being lifted and the careful tugging of my boxers down
across my bottom. It was at this point that I could no
longer contain myself and very slowly raised my hips
and began to assist in the removal of my boxers. My
breathing became more rapid and my heart raced. I was
becoming more aware of my surroundings and the ultimate
deduction that it was in fact Bobby sexually arousing
me in the dead of the night.

Neither of us spoke as I slipped off my boxers and
reached down with my right hand to part my bottom
further for him. He responded with quickened breathing
and began to kiss my back as his finger continued to
press harder against my tight, little hole. Bobby began
to lower his head and his kisses worked down my back
and over my bottom.

I took my hand away and allowed Bobby to roll me over
onto my stomach. I buried my face into the pillow as he
spread my bottom wide open with both hands and plunged
his tongue into my bottom.

I could not believe this was happening. I could not
believe that I was doing this with another guy, but it
felt so good I was paralyzed by pleasure. Bobby's hands
gripped my bottom firmly and began to frantically pull
my ass as wide open as possible to expose my hole to
his hot, wet tongue.

I moaned as his tongue found its' way inside me. I had
never experienced anything like this before and it was
incredible. His tongue probed deeper, I got so caught
up in the moment I realized that I now had my back
arched up into his face and was excitedly spreading my
own ass wider to allow him deeper into me.

My ass was soaked with his saliva and my cock was rock
hard......then it happened! I remember hearing the
words, "Please fuck me, I want to feel your cock inside
me!" It sounded like it was it came from someone else,
but I realized that it was me begging for my first
cock. "Oh fuck, please, please fuck my ass!" I pleaded.

"Do you have any condoms and lube?" he whispered. "I
don't!" I whispered back. "Do you still want to fuck?"
he asked. "Yes! Just be careful." I replied. I still
don't know what that meant, but my animal lust was too
far gone to make me hesitate now.

As Bobby began to slowly lick his way up my back I
could feel his rock hard cock graze my bottom. "It's
big." he whispered to me. "And you're tight, is this
your first time?" he asked me. "Yes! Just fuck me,
pleeeaassee, fuck me now!" I moaned. As he pressed his
hips against my bottom I felt his massive cock slide
between my buttocks. "Oh my God!" I thought he is
huge!!

I arched my back further and Bobby pushed a pillow
under my hips to raise my ass further. I held my breath
as his enormous, rock hard cock began its' search for
my wanting hole. He slid it back and forth across my
quivering hole and I spread my legs further continuing
to pull my bottom as wide open as possible.

A searing pain shot through my bottom as his cock found
its' mark and began trying to force its' way inside me.
I let out a whine and immediately heard him say, "We
need more lube!" Bobby dismounted my backside and
climbed further up the bed, kneeling next to me. I
turned my head to face him and I knew what he wanted me
to do; it was what I needed to do.

I reached out and took his cock in my hand as he leaned
into my face. I felt terrified, dirty and guilt ridden
as I slowly guided this stranger's cock towards my
mouth. I could smell his heavy musky scent and the
light aroma of my own bottom. My lips parts
automatically as my mouth opened to receive him. It was
almost as if I had done this before, "Oh my God, I'm
gay!" I thought.

The thought was not enough to stop me from greedily
taking the massive head of his cock into my mouth. I
felt right; it was kinky, obscene, sinful and somehow
natural. Bobby gently took the back of my head with his
left hand and began to feed me more of his cock. Within
seconds I was gagging from this overabundance of man
meat. Bobby slowly began to fuck my mouth and I fought
to relax and catch my breath.

Within minutes my mouth was producing a nice thick,
slippery saliva all over Bobby's huge tool. "That
should work." he whispered as he withdrew his cock from
my mouth.

It was time and I wanted to feel another man inside me
in the worst way. Bobby licked my backside to further
loosen me up and rolled me onto my right side. His cock
slowly slid between my buttocks and I instinctively
reached down with my left hand to pull my ass apart to
him.

His throbbing cock began to press harder and harder
against my resistant little hole. Suddenly, my
resistance gave way and his massive tool began very
slowly forcing its' way inside me. I bit into the
sheets and shrieked through clenched teeth as his
violation of my body began. The pain was sharp and
searing, but I wanted to know what it was like to be
fucked by another man, his cock sliding in and out of
me. Bobby's big cock continued its' slow advance inside
me.


Just when I thought I couldn't take the pain anymore,
the giant, bulbous head to his cock crowned inside me.
I screamed through my clenched teeth into the now wet
sheet in my mouth. My hole resistance was broken as the
thick head of his cock slid deeper inside me. My ass
felt full as his shaft began to glide past my hole and
begin exploring uncharted areas.

I remember thinking, "So this is what it is like, why
does it have to hurt so bad at first?" "Am I going to
hell for letting another man stick his penis inside
me?" "Will I become addicted to cock?" "Should I trust
him to not cum inside me?"

Bobby's cock was long and thick and seemed to be
sliding into me forever. That massive, bulbous head was
going deeper and deeper inside me, until I was
overwhelmed by a deep, dull pain that made my whole
midsection ache. I spit the soaking sheet corner from
my mouth and screamed out in what can only be called a
cry of agony/ecstasy. It hurt so good, my bottom was so
full, the pain so deep, the experience so incredible.
Bobby had gone as deep as my body would allow, but yet
he held me down and ground his hips harder against my
bottom, pressing every last inch of himself into me!
His nest of pubic hair felt like sandpaper against my
soft bottom, his cock was like steel.

He was locked into that animalistic place men go when
they will spread their seed at any cost of pain to
their mate/lover. Our act of sex became an act
bordering on violence, almost a act of rape. Bobby used
his greater size and strength to put every last inch of
himself as deep as possible inside me over the groaning
guttural noises of protest from me.

I could barely make out the large silhouette looming
over me, but I could sense the feeling of rage as I
fought him. My pain seemed to excite him further as his
aggression built into all out rage, fucking my bottom
harder and harder the sound of flesh slapping echoed
through the room. Bobby's grunts became antagonistic
chants of, "You fucking bitch! Take all that cock
bitch! I own your ass bitch!"

I can't tell you exactly what I was experiencing, but
it felt as though my bowels were going to release
themselves all over the bed, I was full and needed to
be empty. By now his cock now slide effortlessly in and
out of my battered hole. The pain in my belly was dull
and harsh, but his grip was firm and relentless. With
one final incredibly forceful thrust Bobby's cock drove
so deep inside me I let out an agonized scream that was
almost drowned out by his primal bellow as his cock
exploded inside me.

I was incapable of moving from Bobby's tight grasp and
watched his silhouette as he drained himself deep
inside me. My pain lessened and I reached out to his
shaking form as he shook and quivered releasing every
last ounce of his cum in my no longer virgin bottom.

Spastic convulsions rocked his body as I tried to
tighten my internal ass muscles around his convulsing
meat. I worked in vain to use my battered ass muscles
to 'milk' every bit of goodness from him. "How did I
know how to do such things? How did I instinctively
understand how to take everything from him? Why was I
such a greedy little whore?" I thought to myself.

Bobby took another 45 seconds or so to completely empty
every last single, little sperm into my broken ass.

Bobby collapsed on top of me and lay there moaning as I
used my muscles to try to hold his cock inside me. My
ass was so battered and he was quickly becoming
flaccid. Within minutes I felt his cock slide out of my
hole. My hole was stretched open and I had no control
of it anymore. I began to fear that it might always
stay loose and open. My biggest concern was having all
that wonderful cum drain out from me. I wanted
desperately to keep every drop of his seed deep inside
me for as long as possible.

I began having weird thoughts about how I would like to
be able to go back down to the casino or walk around
out in public with my secret buried deep inside me. My
secret of having committed a lustful act with another
man. Of letting a complete stranger use me for his own
pleasure and enjoying every minute of it.

I lay awake all night as Bobby slept enjoying the glow
that accompanies having been fucked and filled with
another man's cum! And the knowledge that that dirty
little secret is absorbed deep inside me where it
counts!

END