Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2005 01:51:11 +0000 (GMT)
From: "Steve Powe;;" <raunchywriter@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Desire and Longing 1

Desire and Longing
Story codes: M/M, M/B, Oral/Anal, Raunch, Pedo
raunchywriter@yahoo.co.uk

This is a fictional story and it deals with things that some people think
are distasteful. Although those reading this website and this section will
probably think that it's real horny (at least I hope that they will).  This
chapter lays the outline for the rest of the story. Feel free to e-mail
with criticism, praise, smutty pics and suggestions. I like to receive
e-mail, especially if it gets my dick hard!  Please follow the laws of your
land and never harm another human being.

* * *
1

I hadn't been back there for a while, nearly five years I supposed? I hadn't
even visited my family, just kept in contact through `phone calls and emails
and gifts at Christmas and birthdays.  Now I found myself driving down the M4
motorway in the middle of the night, just because of him. My mind was racing,
he'd actually cried to me on the `phone, said no-one would understand but
me. Said that he needed me, wanted me. I had to go to him didn't I? I left my
hometown because of him, because of his betrayal and now here I was
journeying back. Maybe I should take a step back and explain a few things?
My name is Steve Powell; I am a thirty-three year old Welsh guy, living in self
imposed exile in England. I'm five feet and eleven inches tall, a pound or two
overweight but nothing gross with blond hair and green eyes. I have a thick
six and a half incher that is still intact with a bulbous knob and nice heavy
nuts. I have a smattering of blond hairs across my chest, with a nice treasure
trail that leads to a patch of darker blond pubes above my prick. My nuts are
shaved smooth as is my arsehole. I am a total fucking pervert when it comes
to gay sex. Probably what most of you guys would call a pig!

`He' is Michael Smith, my oldest friend in the world. The same age as me, we
were near neighbours growing up; we went right through school together. He
had unconventional parents (as opposed to my more conservative Mam and
Dad) and his house was like a second home to me. He was the first guy who
sucked me and the first guy I fucked. The first guy who pissed on me and in
me. The first guy who's hole I opened with my tongue. I thought we would be
together forever. Then, when we'd both just turned twenty-one, he met her.
Debbie Thomas, the town bike. The original good time had by all. Michael
decided that he "wanted a change" and how what we'd had since we were
kids was "just a phase." Well, I'd discovered the gay scene in Cardiff and,
although hurt and angry, decided to let him try to get over his "phase" by
sticking it to that slag as long as he wanted to. I knew that he'd come back to
me, knew it. Except he didn't, Debbie must also have "wanted a change"
because almost overnight, she became a born again virgin! Within about two
years, they were engaged. I was now working in Cardiff and spending more
and more time away from home, literally whoring my arse around our capital
city. From the age of about twenty-two until I was twenty-seven, I lost count of
all the guys I'd had and those who'd had me. I must have been fucked twenty-
one ways to Sunday (and back again). You name it, I did it. Sex, drugs and
hardcore dance music. I fucked and sucked my way through the entire scene
in that city, I lost count of the amount of times I'd woken up with some cock
still fucking my arsehole, after having passed out through being used by so
many men and young lads. Or the times I'd had so much piss and cum
pumped into my willing arse that my innards literally burnt. I was
metaphorically being fucked to death and loving it!

On one of my return journeys home, my parents hit me with the news that I'd
been dreading, Michael and Debbie were expecting the patter of tiny feet and
were soon to marry. I'd lost him forever. God! But we'd shared so much and
had drifted apart so drastically, our lives having altered beyond recognition. I
went around to see them, congratulated them and said how thrilled we all
were for them. Michael could hardly make eye contact with me. Although he
did ask me to be his best man. I agreed although deep down inside I was
aching. Still I had Cardiff and all those cocks and the men they were attached
too! There was one guy in particular, Aiden who I had met at an orgy and who
had fucked me with such a hunger and deep lust I knew he was the one, the
one I could replace in my mind and my heart (not to mention my arse) the
affections that I still had for Michael. Although I knew I could never replace
Michael completely. Michael expressed no interest in Aiden and I never told
Aiden about Michael, never saw the point. Michael was the past and Aiden
was the future.

The night before Michael and Debbie's wedding, he and I talked and in spite
of my attempts (maybe because of them?) I couldn't make him see that he
was making a mistake. I even tried seducing him as he wandered into his
bathroom for a piss (Debbie was back with her parents so the wedding would
look traditional). I followed him in and sunk my face down to his pissing cock
and opened my mouth, this always used to get him going. Sadly, he pulled his
prick away, piss spurting over the floor and told me in no uncertain terms that
those days were behind him and never to do that again. The wedding went
well, my speech was brief and unmemorable. I couldn't wait to get from the
reception and into the arms of Aiden. I fucked Aiden that night like a man
possessed, fucked my frustration and hurt out of my system. Five months
later, my Mam `phoned to tell me that Debbie had given birth. Again,
swallowing my pride, I visited the happy parents and took gifts for their
child, a son. "We'd like to call him Steven!" Michael beamed at me. My
reaction was one of shock, deep and lingering. Why was he doing this to me?
Hurting me in a way that he must have known would upset me. Should have
known. I masked my infuriation and pretended to be shocked, flattered,
pleased. My tears of hurt misinterpreted by Debbie as tears of pride.

That night I returned to Aiden, as I walked in the door I told him that I needed
to be fucked. Hard. He tore my clothes from me and tongued me from mouth
to arse and back again. I begged him to take me as rough as he could,
wanted the raunch and hard sex to wipe away all thoughts of Michael. I told
Aiden to use me, tell me what a cock hungry slut I was and treat me as a
whore. He pulled my face to his and holding it with both hands, looked me in
the eye and told me I was his property, his slut. His and his alone. Then he
shoved his mouth over mine and snogged me, his fingers sliding over my
chest pulling my nipples. Sucking my spit out of my mouth and crudely spitting
it back at me. His other hand slid further south, twisting my bollocks. Pulling
away from him, I told him that I needed to get fucked. I bent over and pried
apart the cheeks of my arse, begging Aiden to shove his thick cock deep in to
my fuckchute. I wanted this to hurt, so I told him I wanted him raw and as
deep as he could go. Tugging his member and spitting into his hand, he
rubbed his bellend and coated it with his spit, then he thrust into me, the initial
stab into my dry hole causing some pain. I pushed back at him and he
slammed back into me. Over and over again he fucked his rod into me. Over
and over again I pushed back for more. Groaning with animal lust he gripped
my shoulders as he hunched over me pumping his prick into me. He fucked
me so hard I fell, sprawling onto the wooden floor and still I told him not to
stop. As I lay there, he banged his meat into me telling me only he could
breed me like this. His cock, he said, was my master. As he started to cum,
he fell across my back, biting my neck and placing his arms around my chest.
Again and again he pumped into me as he tugged and twisted my nipples as
rough as he thought I wanted it. I felt his cock spewing the load his nutsack
held deep into me. He pulled out of my hole and got between my cheeks,
pulling them roughly open and rimmed his load out of my arse. Turning me
around, his cock bobbed with a semi hard-on with the remnants of his cum at
its tip. Leaning over me, he spat his thick load into my face, most landing in
my mouth. Then he shoved his still almost solid dick into my face and
commanded me to clean him off. As I did so, he looked at me and told me that
he'd never be able to love another man as he did me. Told me that I was all
he wanted. It was then that I began to cry. Deep, soul searching sobs
wracked my body. Aiden quickly pulled me into his arms and kissed me
gently. Telling me it was all OK, that he really did love me. Would fuck me for
life.

The following morning, I made my decision. I had to move in with Aiden
permanently. Had to leave Michael behind. My mind though was betraying my
heart and my heart was hurting my soul. Throughout the previous night's
action, I'd imagined it was Michael shagging me. Wanted it to be Michael's
cum being pumped into my guts, spat into my mouth. Wanted Aiden to be
Michael. Wanted, needed, longed for. Within a few months, Aiden heard that
his company were offering promotions and relocation to London. Wanted the
opportunity, needed the change. So did I. I agreed to support him in whatever
he did. As long as he came home to me of an evening, gave me what I
needed. I went home to tell my parents, the few friends I had. Called in to see
Michael, he was holding his son; Debbie was out with her friends. I told him I
was moving to London, still not mentioning Aiden. Told him there was nothing
left for me in Wales any longer. He put his baby down in the crib and got us
both a beer. Said that maybe I needed to settle down, find someone to love,
someone to love me. Like I deserved to be loved. I still didn't mention Aiden. I
said that I'd probably be back soon, that I had a namesake here in town as I
acknowledged baby Steven. Michael told me that he never thought it possible
to love anyone as much as he did Steven and genuine love shone from his
eyes. I said my goodbyes to Michael and his son and begrudgingly told
Michael to tell Debbie to take care too. Then I was gone.

Aiden and I moved to London that week, setting up home in a rented one
bedroom flat in Bow. His work kept him busy from day one and I set about
making the place a home. Of course, I needed my fix of raunch and with
almost nine hours each day to fill, I soon scoped out the local park toilets and
other `cottages' (`tearooms') in the area. Within about a month, I had hooked
up with several hot studs who would come around almost as soon as Aiden
left each morning and would fuck me, until late afternoon. Using me like the
fuckslut I was. I had the best of both worlds, a man who loved me and men
who serviced me. Still I wasn't happy. I often found myself drawn to the
`phone of an evening, picking up the receiver and even dialling most of his
numbers, but I never completed the task. One month led to another and
before we knew it, Aiden and I were celebrating our first year anniversary in
the flat. I was desperate to find a gift for Aiden that summed up my feelings for
him and us. Something that would be unique, something that we could share.
It was at a local cottage, that my prayers were answered.

I was actually out shopping one Wednesday morning when a call of nature
called. I wandered into the toilet, which was situated in a small park away
from a High Street. It was the usual sort of British public convenience, a few
stalls and a long porcelain trough type of affair with two wash hand basins. As
I entered the toilet, the smell of fresh and stale piss aroused my senses and
stirred my cock. Needing to drain my bladder, I ignored myself and headed for
the trough, noticing there was no-one in the toilet, I unzipped my jeans as I
walked towards the piss trough. As I got closer to the trough, the weight of my
now semi-erect prick and the need to piss intensified and I pulled out my cock
and began to piss as I walked still some three or four feet away from the
actual urinal. It reminded me of school as a kid and I pissed up the trough,
hitting the old fashioned cistern that was housed on a bracket, some nine foot
or so above the ground. Impressed with my own abilities, I sighed as I got into
the flow and pissed a river.

Just then, I heard a noise. It actually sounded like a giggle. Looking over my
shoulder, I could see a few fingers holding onto the door of one of the cubicles
which had been slightly ajar as I walked in. Small fingers. I sighed again a bit
heavier and stepped back slightly from the urinal shaking my cock theatrically.
I whistled a little and said something like "fuck, pissed on my shoes!" Then,
the same sound, it was a giggle and that was no man's laugh either! My cock
jumped in my hand. I couldn't believe this, a lad in this toilet at the same time
as me. Aiden and I often traded fantasies about seducing a kid, maybe twelve
or thirteen getting him into some raunchy action. Of course they were just
fantasies and nothing came of them except arse pounding filthy sex. I could
use this situation to my advantage, after all, the cubicle door wasn't closed
and I did think I was alone in there! Turning around with my dick still gripped
in my left hand, my jeans around my thighs, I walked toward the toilet. "Of all
the times to need a shit!" I deadpanned to myself as I approached the cubicle.
"H-hang on mister!" I heard a voice, a young voice, stammer. Too late, I was
already pushing open the door with my foot. There, with his own jeans around
his ankles, was a young lad. He looked to be ten or eleven. He had mousey
brown hair and brown eyes, the cutest button nose and a smattering of
freckles across his nose and the fullest crimson lips. He wore a snug fitting
dark blue Chelsea soccer shirt, I noticed his underpants pushed into his
denims, they were red. "I-I-I'm using this one" he said looking straight at my
prick. "Yes and spying on people!" I said my voice full of indignation. "Wasn't!"
said the kid impertinently and grabbed for his trousers, although he only
pulled them to his knees.

My eyes fell over his body and down to his crotch, he had a fair sized cock for
a little kid, maybe about three inches and it was as stiff as a board and uncut,
I could barely see his smooth nutsack. "Well, why didn't you lock the door
then?" I asked, slowly playing with my cock which was jerking to its almost full
size. "I-I d-don't know!" he answered. "Well maybe I should go and look for the
toilet attendant and report you? How old are you anyway? You should be in
school!" I said and bent as though to grab at my jeans. I could see the kid
eyeing my arse. "I'm nearly ten and we've got a teacher's training day today
so there is no school!" he said. Nearly ten? My cock throbbed and bobbed
about in front of him, the kid licked his lips. I immediately let go of my jeans
and left them so that my arse was uncovered, but knowing I could easily pull
them up if someone came in "Nearly ten eh? You are a big boy!" I said,
nodding towards his cock. "Where I come from you're almost a grown up!" I
stated, lustful thoughts overtaking the rational part of my brain. I rubbed my
hand over my helmet, coating my palm with some precum that had started to
form at the piss slit. "Names Steve" I said holding out my hand to the boy.
Automatically he held out his own hand and I shook it, gripping it tightly. "Y-
you've got precum on your hand, its all wet!" he exclaimed. "Have I? What's
precum then friend?" I asked of him "and what's your name?" Before he
answered, the kid did something that had my prick jerking in my hand, he
licked his palm!

"My name's Jordan and precum is that stuff on the end of your knob!" he
pointed to my prick still wrapped within my left hand with which I was pulling it
slowly. "How do you know that then mate?" I asked, moving naturally toward
the hot kid, he took a step into the cubical. "Just do." he shrugged, he dropped
his own hand to his cock and fingered the tip nervously. "Well I didn't know it
was called that!" I lied, "someone must've told you, who was it buddy?" I
asked, again taking a step forward still lazily tugging my cock the way I'd been
doing this past minute or so. Jordan moved back again and I took the
opportunity to move further inside the cubicle, partially closing the door. "My
mother's boyfriend told me to call it that" he told me and stepped back again,
sitting on the stall (the lid was down). "Oh he did eh?" I asked "do you know
that you just licked some of my, erm precum off your hand?" I asked him
again rubbing my palm over the knob, the precum now flowing slowly from my
piss slit. "Uh-ah" he nodded and I held out my palm to him. The kid leaned
forward, stuck out his tongue and licked my palm. My cock lurched in my hand
and my guts somersaulted. Using my right hand, I reached behind me and slid
the lock slowly across the door. "So, uh tell me about your Mam's boyfriend
then" I asked the kid "does he make much precum then?" "Yeah! Loads!" the
kid stated, nodding his head energetically. I slicked a finger under my cock
head and caught some of my drizzling precum, lifting my finger to my mouth I
licked it off. "Does his taste as nice as mine then?" I asked, smacking my lips.
I was expecting the kid to say that he didn't know. "Well" he started, before
dropping his voice a little quieter, "yours is a bit more salty than Mark's, but
his is thicker" he informed me, "but Richard's is sweeter than Mark's!" he
added.

Fucking hell! I could hardly believe my luck, stuck in a seedy toilet cubicle with
a hot stud of a nine year old who was used to being used by at least two guys!
My mind raced with a myriad questions and hot thoughts danced in my head.
"So erm Jordan, who's Richard then?" I asked as I pulled the skin right back
off my cock exposing my fiery red helmet. Jordan looked at my engorged
member and licked his lips. "Oh, he's just Mark's brother" he answered. "Tell
me what do you all do together then, you, Mark and Richard?" I asked him,
looking him in the eye. The boy was now rolling his index finger around over
his cockhead within his foreskin. He made eye contact with me and
maintained it, then seductively dropped his gaze back to my swollen organ. I
needed to push the pace a bit; I knew the kid wanted my cock in his mouth as
much as I wanted to get it in there. "Oh, not much play games that's all.
Secret games that boys play" he told me. Again I moved forward and
pretended to slip, pulling my hand away from my cock as though to steady
myself. I gently thrust out my hips and my sticky bellend pushed across the
kids lips. Instinctively, he pushed out his tongue and swiped the tip of my
knob with it. A low animalistic moan escaped my lips and my legs started to
shake violently. "S'nice innit?" I asked him, grabbing my cock by the base
and holding it just centimetres from his mouth, I could feel his breath on
my damp helmet.

To be continued? You decide ... hot suggestions (the dirtier the better) and
comments welcome: raunchywriter@yahoo.co.uk