Went Looking A homoerotic tale,not for the faint of heart, by Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk [Watersports, S&M, group]
Chapter Two
I was shattered at work he next day. All night long all I could do was fantasise and edge myself, looking at my dirty body in the mirror and wondering what he might want to do the following week. By the time I'd cum twice more and finally had a shower there was only time for breakfast before cycling off to work where I have no idea how I got through the day.
All week I was jacking off to imagined videos of what that man might want to do to me and only managed to leave my cock alone the night before by a mixture of cold showers and having a sore cock from overuse. Even so, when the time came round for me to get ready I was having second thoughts. I'd changed into an old pair of trainers and running kit after fitting a leather strap round behind my cock and balls and chugging my way through a couple of cans of beer after my tea was already having an effect on my bladder that I knew couldn't be held long.
Even so, when I went out I hadn't really decided, even when my jog took me within site of the toilet but then he stepped outside and the decision was made for me. This time he was just wearing a pair of loose denim cut-offs and a dirty T-shirt. That alone on his bronzed fit body would have made me look twice but it was the dirty working boots on his feet that took my eye and when he gestured for me to come inside I didn't falter.
There was somebody else standing over in a unlit corner I couldn't quite make out and I turned to leave when he put his hand on my shoulder. 'Its just a friend who wants to watch boy. Now strip off and be quick about it,' slapping my arse and making me jump.
What the heck! I quickly did as told, flinging my shorts and top over the top of the stall partition just leaving my jock on. He slapped my arse again, a little harder this time. 'Take that jock off and your shoes then stand with your hands behind your back. Boys like you should always be naked for inspection.'
The floor was cool and sticky to my bare feet but even so my cock came to attention as I considered how dirty it was and I stood there clasping my hands behind my neck without a thought. The idea of being fully naked in a dirty toilet for this man to see me and do things to me, even in the dim diffused light entering through the overhead skylights should have worried me but for some, probably stupid, reason I trusted him. The further knowledge another man was also watching who I'd never met and couldn't really see was even more of an attraction. I wanted whatever was going to happen to me.
'Is your bladder full?' He gave me a can of orange, 'drink this and then lay down on the floor.'
The floor was sticky and filthy, that didn't bother me so much as the thought of anybody else entering and I told him so even though the pressure was building and I was now straining not to let it out. He reached into his pocket and took out a small brown bottle, unscrewing the top and holding it under my nose. I guessed what it contained from online chats and took a deep sniff. Fireworks took off inside my head and before I knew it my body as happily laying down flat on the dirty sticky floor and who knows what else.
I only had to relax a tiny bit and my bladder let loose. 'Hold your cock and wash yourself down.' I didn't need a second telling.
The delight as the pressure reduced was matched by the thought others were seeing me and that this was a lot dirtier and more erotic than playing around in the shower by myself. By the time my flow had reduced to a moment where I could cut it off for a while I was soaked from head to foot including some into my mouth which shows how strong my stream had been. I could feel my piss puddling under my body transferring whatever dirt was on the floor to my skin.
As I placed my hands on the floor to lever my body back up his booted foot was placed softly but firmly against my stomach pushing my back flat. I risked reaching out and pressing it against my body, he didn't seem to mind, just sort of smiled down at me.
'Are you really twenty,' he asked, to receive a nod from me in return. 'Well, I hope you know that boys like you have to submit for the enjoyment of real men like me.'
I just loved it when he called me a boy. I think it was the first time my lack of stature and slim smooth almost hairless body could be considered an advantage. I just held his booted foot more tightly and pressed it against my body. 'You know dirty boys have to be punished?' Yes. I'd got off using a belt across my back myself but was sure his idea of punishment would be more extreme than mine.
'I know I have to do what you want but I'm not sure how much I can take.'
'Fair enough,' he told me, 'If you tell me to hold it I will but I wont stop just because you ask me to. You have to say "hold it." Understand?
I thought so.
'Right then,' he told me. 'Get on your knees and crawl over to my friend in the corner. He's got a present for you, more than one actually.'
I could hardly believe myself. Wet, dirty and naked crawling as he told me, over to a man I didn't know and could hardly see. Even so I did just as instructed even as I was aware from the corner of my eye that he'd unbuckled and removed the leather belt from his waist.
'Stop.' I was only halfway across. He pulled on my hair to bring my head up and his other hand fumbled something round in front of it. 'Open Wide.' He forced some sort of thick hard rubber ring inside my mouth, then fastened it off behind my head with a couple of straps leading out each side. 'Don't want you biting anything you shouldn't,' with a sort of laugh. 'Now get a move on.'
His belt fell across my back, not with a lot of force, it actually felt quite soft for leather, but still swung hard enough to sting. That was followed by a couple of quick strokes back and forth across my bare arse and I got a move on finishing up kneeling before the dark figure in the corner, piss still dripping from my dirty naked body and a hard rubber ring forcing my mouth permanently open for whatever might be required. I should have been perturbed at the very least but was actually half looking forward to finally having a cock forced right down my throat. I was just hoping I wouldn't choke on it too badly for the other person to be dissatisfied.
Just then my head was wrenched upward again by somebodies hand in my hair and that poppers bottle appeared under my nose. I couldn't see it due to my eyes looking upward to a glistening cock backed a pair of naked thighs but I could sure smell it and inhaled happily. Now I knew why the figure had seems so indistinct and faded into the shadows. Before me was a body as naked as mine, probably only a few years older, if that. But where as mine was slim, five foot nine inches, [with shoes on],near hairless apart from a dirty blonde top and lightly tanned, his was at least six foot, well built, curly dark hair and a skin colour dark as ebony apart from a pink tip to his very dark, very hard, very masculine circumcised cock that I knew was soon to breach my mouth and throat to an extent that had never happened when playing around with school friends. And I knew it was just what I needed to help fulfill my fantasies and teach me how to serve.
'Do you want this?' I grunted. His accent wasn't local and yet wasn't completely foreign. Somewhere in between, deep and mellow and it sent a shiver down my spine just to hear him speak those few words.
The hand in my hair pulled my head further back to look up in his face. I could just make out brilliant white teeth and a pair of dark eyes reflecting the small amount of light entering from the dirty skylights.
'Do you think you cant take it?' I shook my head. What do you intend to do about it then?'
'#ake eme,' I managed to grunt through the mouth gag.
'Really?' I just nodded again, gazing up at his glistening body, his smiling face, not just his mouth but now my eyes were becoming accustomed to the poor light I could see his whole face was smiling down at the boy his was about to violate. Oh Yes!! This was my wildest fantasy, it couldn't get any better.
Well! So I thought.