In the run up to the publication of Bedtime Stories next months, I thought I'd get things started by posting a new story. Enjoy.
Night Life
“You know what,” said the man, in his strong European accent. “If you come home with me tonight, I can give you something very special. It’s a real treat”
The man was standing with his muscular legs spread on either side of the toilet bowl, offering me his huge, dark skinned dick. I squatted in front of him. His trousers lay in a dishevelled heap around his right ankle and his shirt hung loose from his shoulders, gaping to expose the taut muscle of his chest and stomach. The bathroom stall was tiny and there wasn’t much room for either of us to move. The light walls vibrated with the beat of heavy house music from the belly of the night club.
“What kind of treat?” I asked, wrapping my fist around his meat. The shaft was massive; I couldn’t even close my fingers around his girth. I slipped back the hood of light brown skin to unveil a moist, dusty pink crown beneath. I squeezed the shaft and a clear drop of precome oozed from his piss slit. He gave a rumble of appreciation, the sound coming from deep inside his chest.
“You only get the surprise if you come home with me,” he spoke in heavily accented English. Very sexy.
“Maybe I will,” I said. “It depends how highly I rate you now.” I flicked my tongue against his moist cock head, tasting his salty juice. Nice. He muttered something in words I didn’t understand. I caressed his big shaft and opened my mouth over the head.
His cock twitched as I swirled my tongue around the engorged flesh. On demand, he began to ooze a river of savoury juice into my mouth. I swallowed the sticky liquid, taking more of his length into my throat. There was a potent, masculine scent to his skin. I could smell the essence of his pubes as I drew nearer to the neatly trimmed bush. The natural aroma of his body had been enhanced further by the sweat he had worked up on the dance floor. The heady smell aroused me further.
There was noise all around us; the base heavy beat of the music blasting on the dance floor, the voices of the men standing at the urinals outside, the noisy stream of the guy in the next cubical as he pissed hard into the toilet bowl. The slurping sound of my mouth on the big guys cock was lost within the soundtrack of the club.
As well a hefty cock, the man had a massive pair of balls. Though his sack was drawn up tight into his groin, there was no mistaking the immense extent of the nuts it contained. They sat impressively large in the palm of my hand. It was rare to find a guy with such a nice sized dick, it was even rarer to find a worthy set of balls.
His cock was leaking hard and fast. He was worked up and ready to release the produce of that ample sack. I jerked the base of his cock, coaxing him closer and closer to the inevitable. His moan of pleasure reverberated at the back of his throat. My mouth was stuffed, there was no way I could open or close any more than I was. I worked his root and his balls with my hand and waited, feeling his cock swell harder.
I felt the sudden surge of his dick and whipped him out of my mouth as he started to squirt. He splattered my face with long streams of strong smelling spunk, blasting my cheeks, my brow, my eyelids. I turned my head slowly from side to side, getting an even coat of his ropy seed. I rubbed his dick across my face, squeezing the shaft for every drop that his nuts had to offer. He moaned as the tremors began to subside and his legs quivered with the effort of emptying his sack.
When he stepped back from me, a long trail of come was suspended from the tip of his cock to my chin. He broke it with his fingers and raised them to his mouth, tasting the dying essence of his orgasm. He slumped, his bare arse slapping hard onto the toilet seat.
I wiped my face with tissue and straddled his lap in the cramped constraint of the stall, wrapping my arms around his neck. I rested my head against his damp brow and the pair of us took a moment to catch our breaths.
As well as being blessed with a well hung cock, he was a handsome fucker too. He had stood out immediately among the other men on the dance floor. He was tall; well over six foot. I didn’t know yet where in the world he came from, but there was a dark, middle European cast to his features. His hair was short and very thick; it swept back from his forehead in a heavy wave. The colour was dark, nearly black. Beneath the full line of his brow, his eyes were wide hazel pools that reflected all the heat and excitement of this Saturday night in a sleazy club.
His mouth was broad and fleshly and there was a strong cast to his nose and jaw line. His skin was the colour of creamy Italian coffee.
“Tell me,” I said. “Are you really going to take me home tonight?”
He grasped my arse through my tight black shorts and dug his fingers into the flesh, “There’s nothing I’d enjoy more.”
“So what about that surprise?”
“That’s for you to find out later.”
I kissed him on the lips. “Okay. If you can wait until I finish work, I’ll come home with you.”
“What time do you finish?”
“We have two more acts and then it’s over. I’ll probably be done around three.”
He squeezed my arse, “I’ll be waiting.” He returned my kisses.
“I’m Matt. Matt Carr. What’s your name?”
“Jozsef”
Jozsef came from Hungary. I learned later that he was living in the UK for six months while overseeing the opening of a new company office in Newcastle.
I made arrangements to meet him in the basement bar when I had finished for the night. I had to be careful leaving the bathroom. If the management of Spurt found out I’d been fucking customers in the cubicles again I’d get the sack. I was already on a final warning.
I was so turned on. After sucking the Hungarian hunk there was no time for my own relief. Though my balls were set to blow, I had less than five minutes to get back to the dressing room, change into my next costume and get my arse up on the podium. My cock bulged obscenely in the front of my tight leather hot pants as I hurried through the crowd. Anonymous hands reached out of the swarming crowd to caress my naked torso. I brushed each of the faceless gropers aside. There was no time.
I made it to my dressing table and changed into the next costume in less than twenty seconds. Skinning off the tiny pants, I climbed into an even tinier black g-string and a pair of white, tasselled cowboy chaps. I grabbed my white cowboy hat and hit the stage right on cue.
The audience of predominantly gay men went wild as I took to the stage with the rest of the topless cowboy troupe and launched into our routine. There were five other guys sharing the spotlight. We were all aged between 20 and 25 and were the most perfect examples of gym constructed youth. We writhed and stretched and kicked our way through the choreographed routine with arched backs and grinding torsos. It was my favourite section of the show, when I got to ride around the stage on the back of a hunky Welsh boy called Billy, slapping his bare arse as he bucked beneath me. I’d always had a yearning to explore Billy’s arse in more private surroundings, but the two of us had yet to get it on together.
I wasn’t losing sleep over it. When you dance in the chorus of a naked revue in the city’s busiest night club, there was never a shortage of available butts to explore. There would be time enough for Billy later. For that night, my desire was directed all towards Jozsef.
After the cowboy routine we changed straight into more black leather for the finale of the show. The last act of the night was an S&M fantasy in which all the guys carry out a choreographed fight scene, battling each other for sexual domination. The climax comes with the three victorious masters “topping” the weaker men. I got to play one of the bottoms and act out something of a rape fantasy. A couple of times my dance partner, Rhys, had tried to top me for real right there on the stage. So far I’d managed to stop him from getting his meat into me but he swore that one night he would slip right in there.
True to his word Jozsef, was waiting for me in the bar. The basement of Spurt was more relaxed and chilled; a place for sweaty clubbers and burned out party boys to calm down after the excesses of the night. I had changed into loose combat trousers and a clingy black t-shirt. Jozsef smiled and held out a drink to me.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be here,” I said, sliding onto the sofa beside him.
“Why not?”
“Well I’ve sucked your cock already. I thought you might have found someone else to round off the evening with.”
“But that’s where you’re wrong,” he said stroking my thigh with his huge, brown hand. “You sucked my cock and got a faceful of my come. But that’s not all I want from you.”
I slid up close as he fondled my crotch. My dick was still aching. After the eroticism I had acted out on stage, I was feeling even more frustrated. Dancing could make me as horny as fucking. Jozsef squeezed the swollen head through the fabric of my pants. “So what do you want?” I asked, chewing on his salty ear lobe.
“I told you, I have a surprise for you.”
I pressed my damp groin against his palm. “What is it?”
He squeezed harder. “Do you really want to know? That would spoil the surprise.”
The things that he was doing to my cock were amazing. I was right on the edge of coming. I unfastened the front of my pants and gave him complete access to my pole.
“Tell me,” I gasped.
He kneaded the swollen tissue. “In my apartment,” he said, “Lying in my bed right now, is my young cousin. His name is Andreas. He’s staying with me for a couple of weeks. The little guy is only eighteen. His mother thought it would do him good to see England.”
He was jerking faster. He just about had me there.
“I would love to see the two of you play together,” Jozsef said, “Are you still interested now that I’ve spoiled the surprise?”
My cock erupted in a glorious blaze of whiteness that saturated the big man’s hand. He worked my tool firmly as the orgasm intensified, subsided and at last died. He raised his come soaked fingers to my mouth and I lapped up the runny ball juice.
“Yeah,” I gasped. “I’m definitely interested.”
My come always tastes stronger to me than that of other men. I diligently licked his palm and fingers clean. We sank back into the sofa and kissed, my cock still poking out of the front of my pants, unwilling to soften. I pressed my tongue into Jozsef’s mouth and savoured the taste of beer and cigarettes on his breath.
At last our lips parted and Jozsef guided me to my feet. “Come on,” he said, “It’s time for you to meet my little cousin.”
It was after four when we reached Jozsef’s seventh floor apartment. Soft light shone from beneath the bedroom door. The boy was awake. He lay stark naked on top of the bed, the covers kicked onto the floor. He lay on his stomach, presenting his bare arse as we entered the room.
I’ve never really been interested in twinks but this young cutie was very desirable. There was a mischievous twinkle in his dark brown eyes as he looked back over his shoulder. The boy didn’t look like he was very tall, but he was blessed with the same coffee coloured skin as his uncle. His hair was shaved into a short crop and there was a fine dusting of dark fuzz on the back of his legs and arse.
The boy rolled over onto his back and revealed that he was blessed with the same endowments as his cousin. That massive cock and huge balls were obviously an endowment which ran in the family genes. When he grinned, the boy’s cheeky smile was bracketed by two deeply etched dimples.
“I wanted to wait up for you.” he said to Jozsef, in heavily accented English. “You said you would bring home something nice for me.”
Jozsef smiled. “I have. This is my friend Matt. I brought him home to play with you.”
Andreas opened his arms and Jozsef gave me an encouraging shove forward.
“What are you waiting for?” said the older man, “Take your clothes off and play with the boy.”
I stood at the foot of the bed and stripped; devouring the body of the boy with my eyes as I dropped my clothes to the floor. Andreas had a smooth chest that was beginning to fill out with muscle, but was not yet fully developed. Given a year or two to mature, his pretty boy looks would develop into a more sophisticated kind of beauty. He would soon be just as well built and god-like as his cousin.
As soon as I was naked, Andreas was upon me. He rolled over to the edge of the bed on his hands and knees. He gave me a knowing wink as he went down on my hard cock. He may only have been young but he definitely had experience when it came to taking a mouthful. I wondered whether he had been practising on big cousin Jozsef.
The older man pulled a chair to the side of the bed, granting himself a ringside seat to the action. I wondered how far this scenario would go. Was Jozsef content to merely sit it out and watch his young charge go at it with a go-go dancer, or did he intend to take a more active role in the action? For the moment, I was willing enough to go with the flow.
There was something unthinkably perverse about seeing such an angelic face stuffed full of cock. The kid’s cheeks bulged as he swallowed it down to the fat base. His jaw was stretched wide and his nostrils flared with the effort of breathing. My cock in no way measured up to the dimensions of his cousin, but neither was it lacking in length or girth. I’d seen loads of older, more experienced cock suckers struggle to fit it all in. Maybe European guys were more accustomed to choking on bigger, fatter dicks. Andreas made it look effortless.
He yanked my balls as he sucked and pressed his fingers into my sensitive underside. My cock jerked inside his throat. He slurped enthusiastically as he bobbed back and forth on the length of flesh. I pulled out just as I was about to come. The look of disappointment passed quickly from his face as my cock spurted full on. Hot come spattered against his radiant face in long ropy bursts; the colour seemed even more brilliantly white against his sultry complexion. The boy smiled; spunk dripping down his cheeks and off his chin.
Bending down to kiss him, I explored his face with my lips, gorging myself on my own come. The boy murmured some words of encouragement in his native tongue and then his lips sought mine. Our kisses intensified.
Wrapping my arms around his body, I lay down on top of him. Between passionate kisses, he encouraged me with words that I did not understand. My lack of comprehension made little difference; his willing body spoke to me in a more understandable language. His cock was pressed tight between our bellies and it was leaking hard and fast. My own cock was defiant and refused to soften in the wake of orgasm.
“Why don’t you fuck him?” said Jozsef. He knelt at the side of the bed and ran his hand gently down the curve of my back. “Fucking is what the little guy likes best.”
“Oh yes,” Andreas agreed, “Please fuck me.”
Kneeling on the bed, between his legs I rolled his knees up to his chest. The boy grabbed hold of the back of his thighs and lifted his arse higher. His arse was as ripe and juicy as a peach. The skin of his crack was a delicious honey brown in colour. Deeper in the cleft, the shades became darker until my eyes reached the centrepiece; his magnificent, chocolate brown pucker. The shinny orifice was surrounded by a short cluster of black hair. I had to kiss his rim and discover the promise of that deep brown hole for myself. I ate his arse with a passion. The boy groaned as I worked my way around his rim with a tender trail of kisses. I circled my tongue around the hole and felt his flesh quiver as I probed the orifice softly. I loosened him up with my mouth, preparing his tight sphincter for the advent of my dick. His arse had a rich, savoury flavour. I tasted the hole and inhaled the scent of his skin and hair.
I sucked my index finger until it was soaked in salvia and pressed the tip to the heart of Andreas’ arse. His anus opened like a little mouth and the tip of my finger vanished into the dark chasm. He lifted his arse higher and my finger disappeared all the way to the knuckle. I wriggled my finger within the tight restriction of that ring of muscle and the kids cock twitched.
I slipped another finger inside him and started to open up his arse.
Jozsef perched on the edge of his chair, watching us intently.
“Your cousin has a nice arse,” I said.
Jozsef smiled. “Wait until you are really in there. Then you will discover how nice an ass it is.”
Andreas’ eyes twinkled brightly as he gazed into my face. “Yes,” he said breathlessly, his top lip shining with sweat, “Don’t just use your fingers. Stick your cock in me.”
Jozsef tore open a sachet of lube. He sat on the edge of the bed and, gripping the shaft of my cock in one hand, started to massage the lube over my meat, fisting my cock until it was nice and slick.
Andreas angled his hips to give me a clear run at his arse. I pushed gently against his ring, the tight muscle popped and suddenly I was inside.
The boy murmured something that I did not understand. He held his arms open to me. I lay across his chest and he wrapped his limbs around my shoulders and waist. I fucked his young arse slowly, afraid that I would hurt him. I moved gently inside him, moving back and forth by only the slightest fraction. The texture of his inner arse was like a tight, velvet lined cave. His mouth locked onto mine and we kissed with wild abandonment. As I fucked his arsehole, his tongue invaded my mouth.
Jozsef joined us on the bed. His big hands caressed the small of my back as my butt pumped up and down. He smacked my rump with a firm hand.
“Fuck him harder,” Jozsef said, “The young pup knows how to take it.”
“Yes,” the younger man agreed, sensing my reservation, “I want it hard.”
“Don’t worry about hurting his ass,” Jozsef said softly, “He’s used to it all right.”
I increased the pace and depth with which I was fucking him. My arse moved up and down with long, fluid strokes. The boy gasped and tightened his arsehole around my cock. He dug his fingers into my hair and clawed my scalp in his excitement. I gripped his arse with both hands and held him tight, feeding him my cock with violent enthusiasm.
Jozsef was down between my thighs. His big hands parted my buttocks and he divided the attention of his mouth between my sweaty arsehole and my ample ball sack. He tongued the root of my cock as it appeared and disappeared in the willing orifice of his charge.
Andreas was wet. His whole body radiated with a salty sheen of sweat. He writhed wildly beneath me, lifting his arse off the bed and into my hands. Jozsef’s fingers were inside my own hole, diving deep, working my passage.
The boys arse suddenly gripped my cock tighter, it began to pulsate and I felt the warm flood of come against my belly as he shot his load. His entire body trembled and he gasped for breath.
Jozsef’s hands grabbed me around the waist and he lifted me effortlessly up and out of his cousin’s arse. He flipped me over and tossed me down onto my back. My body was a toy in his possession. He spread my legs and lifted my arse high.
“All right buddy,” he said with a grin, “it’s my turn to get some ass.”
He was already lubed up. He entered me slowly. He was huge and even the tip was hard for me to take. I relaxed my arse and let him slide all the way in. I felt like I had a fist inside me. But I wanted this so badly. There was no pain, just an all consuming desire to be part of this monster. He started to thrust.
Andreas lay down beside me and caressed my body as his cousin screwed the living daylights out of my hole. The boy gently stroked my heavily leaking meat. I renounced all self control and became completely submissive to the control of the two men. With each inward thrust of that big Hungarian dick, my insides became unglued. It felt as if he was reaching right up there into my stomach.
Now it was my turn. The young boy jerked my cock and I shot off one brilliant white arch of come after another. It blasted right up over my stomach and hit me on the neck and chin. My arsehole gripped the big man’s cock so tight as I came that there was no way he could prevent himself from joining me.
His body heaved and quivered with the final effort and suddenly the cock inside my arse was erupting. I felt each long spurt of his dick as it swelled and discharged inside my bowel. The big man grinned. He was buried to the hilt.
When it was all over, it was almost as great an effort to take his cock out of my arse as it had been getting it in there in the first place. I lay still, gazing up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. Jozsef lit a cigarette. Andreas rubbed my semen into my skin.
“This is good for you,” he said.
“You were good for me,” I said, kissing his upturned brow.
“You’re not going to go home now, are you?” the young boy asked.
“Not if you don’t want me to.”
The two Hungarian’s exchanged knowing glances and smiled. Andreas wriggled his fingers underneath my arse and pressed them inside my loose hole. “No way,” he said, “Now I want to get some ass.”
