DARK AND DIRTY
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It was strangely dark, strangely quiet. The atmosphere was
electric. All that could be seen were dim, unformed shadows.
Slight movement. Whispers. Cloth against cloth. The descent of a
zip. Suckings. And the unmistakeable sound of a cock plunging,
then withdrawing. Danny moved into the cottage. He stood stock
still in the centre of the small building. He'd give his eyes
time to adjust to the gloom. Give his ears time to seek out the
action. Wait.
At the row of urinals along one wall, a chorus of sex-hungry guys
were coupling or wanking alone. Danny could see what was going
on. It was difficult however for him to make out faces, shapes.
He didn't want to make a mistake. He didn't want to find himself
outside in the glare of the street lights with an unattractive
guy when he felt sure that there were beauties for the taking
here tonight. So, he bided his time. He waited.
Eventually, of course, the shape of the hungry bodies began
taking recognisable shapes. An overweight guy in full leather. A
stringy beanpole of a guy with an American baseball jacket. And
two guys who caught Danny's interest and sent the blood rushing
to his cock. They were up one end in the farthest of the urinals
from the door. They played their solitary game of seduction.
Keeping an eye out for danger, they stared at each others cocks.
Both were milking them vigorously - Danny could make out the
movement, though a good view of the two organs eluded him as yet.
He moved over behind them.
Yes, he'd been right. Here were a couple of guys who could fuck
him whenever they wanted. One was tall, sandy-haired. He wore a
green army jacket and faded levis which were now half way down
his muscular legs. The other was slight. A compact almost thin
body showed clearly through his body hugging T-shirt. His trainer
shorts were pulled down, leaving his arse completely exposed.
Danny focused on that crack as the thin guy bent over to take the
sandy-haired guy's cock in his mouth. Danny only caught a flash
of the guy's member - thick and straight with a large glistening
knob. The mouth closed over the cock and the suckee put his hands
to the sucker's head and pulled it forcefully towards him. The
cock disappeared down the thin guy's throat.
Danny was working his cock into a frenzy through his faded
denims. At this sight he tugged down his zipper and flattened a
hand onto his full, jerking cock. He eased his jeans down over
his haunches and pulled the cotton material of his jock to one
side. His cock bounced out into the midnight air. He spat on his
hand. He took hold of his cock. Three pumps and the eight-incher
was up, ready, waiting. He milked it a while, savouring the sight
of these two dogs on heat, these hunters in the sexual jungle.
But his cock cried out to be lost up that arse. That arse that
was uplifted towards him, ready for penetration. The guy was
still mouth-stuffed with cock. He still rocked to a steady
climax-inducing motion. He still fed more of the other guy's cock
into his mouth. Danny moved closer. His upright cock brushed
against the cheek of the sucker's arse. The body tensed, sensing
the touch of sex on his arse. But he did not move away, he did
not break the rhythm of his sucking. He gave Danny a clear
assent.
Danny spat on his hand again. He worked the spit over his long
shaft. Then he moved forward again. Further. Until his cockhead
felt the closing-in of the guy's buttocks. Danny moved his knob
up and down the crack of the guy's arse. Searching out the hole.
Readying himself for his plunge. As the pulsating cock touched
the sucker's opening, his body tensed again. Danny felt slight
pressure on his knob.
The guy had moved backwards, perhaps only a centimetre or two,
onto Danny's pole. He needed no more encouragement. He grasped
his cock firmly with one hand. The other he placed on the thin
guy's buttocks. Steadying himself thus, his cock sought out the
hole. A wonderful rush of sexual headiness hit him as the arse
opened in readiness for the plunge of his cock.
In one deep thrust, Danny forced his cock deep within the sucker.
He did not break rhythm in his ministrations of the tall guy. He
sucked harder. Deeper, as Danny started his countdown to sexual
oblivion. Thrust, thrust... Danny's cock buried itself ever
deeper into the guy's insides. He moaned. The arse was tight,
well muscled. He shafted the warm wet hole in awe at the guy's
perfect timing. The thin guy was sucking the standing stranger's
cock with ever more intensity. The guy being sucked was obviously
near orgasm, for he moaned and shook uncontrollably. Danny was
near too.
His urgent thrusts buckled the body beneath him. His head swam in
an ocean of heightened awareness. But he was not so lost in this
maelstrom to ignore all thoughts of the guy whose arse his cock
had found refuge. He reached a hand around the lean guy's body
and sought out his cock. It was ramrod stiff. Danny ran a hand up
and down the guy's pole. It was lubricated ready by a pearl of
the guy's pre-cum juice.
Danny slid his hand up, down, up down. Quickly, slowly,
tantalisingly. The fucker stropped the bloke's cock till he heard
the familiar grunt of nearing orgasm. Then he went wild. He
plunged his cock deeper, harder, faster into the guy's arse. The
guy being sucked shivered and let out a deep low wheeze. His
knees buckled as the spunk poured into the thin guy's mouth.
The thin guy came immediately. Gobs of his spunk splattered over
the tall guy's jeans and trainer shoes. And Danny was right
behind them. His spunk shot up his shaft and overflowed into the
warm tight hole. The thin guy, still with gallons of spunk in his
mouth, felt a whole new consignment of the stuff unload itself in
his insides. He trembled, shaking with spent lust. Danny withdrew
his cock from the arse as the tall guy withdrew his from the
mouth. The guy in shorts stood up. "Thanks," he said, and was
gone.