Date: Thu, 30 May 2002 06:57:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: kian lover <kiangilbert4life@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kian and friends part 5

Disclaimer: This is so untrue and pure fiction kian
and nicky here is not in westlife!!! so just enjoy
it!!!


Angelic Kian


I ran down the carpeted stairs of my apartment
building towards the sex palace, cigarette in my
mouth. I'd been drinking all night and some very
excellent ecstasy pumped through me, mixed with
adrenaline. I was insatiable on my own. The streets
were rather clear for a Friday night, I had the
impression that people were on their way home, while I
was on my way out. Like a drugged-out and horny
vampire, I enter the sex castle and purchase a small
lubricant packet and a couple of condoms. I stalk the
aisles like an obvious predator, men are avoiding eye
contact with me. A guy and his hooker-trick exit one
of the rooms, stumbling drunk and I take the room.
There are empty drug bags on the floor that I sift
through, I try to avoid the small puddles of fresh
come around them.

The stench in the cubicle is horrendous so I opt to
occupy another one. As I walk past one of the rooms, I
notice that the door is halfway opened and I peek
inside. There is a stunning man, 22 yrs. old, blonde
blue eyed, shorts down around his ankles, shirtless.
He's sitting on a chair and masturbating like a dog in
heat and I say:

"Hello there, how are we tonight, mind if I watch?"

He ignores me, figures I'm a fag, but he's so horny
that he can't take his hand off of  his cock for a
second to close the little, come-stained door. I step
inside, testing his boundaries. He got the most
delicious arms and he has beautiful hair on his body.
Just enough. His muscles are large as well, his biceps
are packed and his chest is wide and welcoming. The
ecstasy is still zooming in me and all I want to do is
help him out, suck him off, but he still ignores me. I
excuse myself. He looks up suddenly.

"Are you coming back?"

"Did you want me to?"

"Yeah, come back in a minute."

I figure that maybe he's pee-shy or something like
that, so I honor his request and something tells me to
go and buy fruit flavored lubricant. I do so.

Upon my return his door is locked, so I knock three
times. It opens up and he's still alone. I lock the
door. His cock looks even bigger than before, he's
stroking it maniacally and watching a woman getting
fucked by two men on the TV screen. The tiny room is
filled with moans, but they aren't mine or his,
they're the piggish grunts of overweight women getting
fucked by big, Blonde guy's dicks. Not too bad, I
guess. I'm slightly aroused even, I'm on drugs.

I ask him:

"Why did you want me to come back?" I stand a short
distance away from him, fully clothed.

He ignores me for another spell of time, and then
addresses me without removing his eyes from the
pornography that the televisions are vomiting before
him. His eyes open wide and he spreads his legs wider,
something entices him. Someone knocks on our door.

He keeps his eyes on the screen, I try to wait for a
reaction from him.

"Open the door please." He looks over at me.

"Sure." I unlock the sleazy lock.

A tall and bizarre looking man walks in without
introducing himself. He has lesions on his face and
there's a hint of make-up still on his cheeks, a true
nocturne, perhaps a drag queen out of drag, a vampire.

"Here you go Kian." He hands Kian a small bag of
something. Drugs.

Kian looks at it and hands him a twenty.

The man looks over at me and winks. I didn't like his
appearance or his vibe.

He asks us: "Mind if I watch?"

"Get out." I tell him. He leaves immediately. I lock
the door, double-check it. I wasn't in the mood to
share at this point, this Kian character treated me
like he trusted me. He snorts the drugs off the top of
a CD case and shakes his head wildly from left to
right. He gives me some, I never even ask him what it
is, I guess it was either more ecstasy or meth. My own
drugged body was shaking at my knees, I wanted to
touch him and suck him off. My sexual desperation was
mounting and his large and slicked cock could not
escape the admiration of my eyes. I told him my name
was Nicky. My eyes watered, I sneezed repeatedly and
wiped my snot on the come-stained walls.

"Cool name dude. Are you a cock sucker?" He watches
the TV religiously. I liked the feeling I got from
him.

"Of course I'm a cock sucker, why else would I stand
here watching you beat your meat for?" He looks over
at me and smirks, he has beautiful blue eyes. He leans
over and grabs me by my belt.

"Come suck this dick Nicky." He offers himself to me.
I'm excited to perform on him because I can tell he's
straight and straight guys are completely in your
control when you're gay and you're sucking them off.
His eyes bulge out of his head when I grab the
impressive length and I slick it up and down with
fruit flavored lubricant before sucking it. I admire
his body momentarily as he anxiously grinds his
midsection in hopes of getting me to suck him off
sooner.

By the time I put it in my mouth, he'd waited
anxiously and he let out a puppy whimper. His hands
immediately caress my ears, comb through my hair as I
give him all I've got. My own drugs were beginning to
take off, and by now I was ready to be a whore and he
wanted one. I suck him
hard and squeeze him with my hand while he's watching
hetero porn and moaning in deep sexual satisfaction.
He lights a cigarette and calls me `Honey'. I just
continue sucking him like I hadn't sucked a man in
years, his cock is perfect, probably over eight inches
and impeccably shaped. His balls are like hairy
walnuts, I give them a good licking and he whines like
a little boy, begs me to get back on the pole.

In the background I can hear the televisions blaring
their numerous obscenities, women orgasm one after the
other in a string of moaning and unintelligible
gasping and long heavy breathing. In the stall next to
us, number twenty four, a man was screams at the top
of his lungs. I imagine he's getting fucked by an
oversized dildo or some other exaggerated object. I
wonder what will happen next because this Mitchell
character is so handsome that I have to relish every
lick, every touch that I can. It's not every day that
a gorgeous blonde guy spreads his legs for me and begs
me to suck him like he's never been sucked before. I
get back on the pole, much to his delight. And mine.

Another bang at the door.

I move to get up and open the door and Kian grabs my
hair and pushes me back down on his cock. I'm turned
on by the minor violence and cooperate.
He yells to the unknown knocker:

"Not now Shane!!!" The door remains silent.

As I'm sucking him off I smell the scent of good grass
burning in a joint. Kian offers me a drag while I'm
slurping on him. I let go of him and take a deep draw,
the smoke gets in my eyes and temporarily blinds me. I
ignore the benign pain and get back on the meat pole,
I suck it until I have his full attention and now his
legs are shaking. He removes his shorts and underwear
through the leg holes of his shorts and now I have him
completely nude and in my grasp, glorious in a pair of
beat up converse sneakers. He calls me `Honey', he
says `oh' over and over again and I'm feeling the
ecstasy I'd forgotten about and I'm thrilled because
my jaws aren't sore yet. I have the feeling it will be
one of those eternal drugged-out blow jobs that
resolve in a floppy dick with nothing coming out of
it.

I once again bury my head under his balls for a change
of scenery and I lick him in the hot spots which he
enjoys spastically. The television is still blaring
slimy moans and the sounds of wet flesh being rubbed
together, I can hear latex and aggravated pink skin
making friction. I start to think about what he's
thinking about, this blonde sexy lad, the stunning man
with soft  blue eyes. This man who has allowed me, a
complete stranger, instant access to his sexual need.
As I'm sucking, as I go up and down the length of his
pride, I think about what sort of life he might have,
what he might do for work, perhaps he has a wife and
children. I wonder if he's gay and slowly coming out.
He is affectionate and appreciative, not abusive and
manipulative like the occasional straight encounters
I've had with men where the cock sucker, the engineer
of the sex act, is emasculated and rendered a woman,
lower than a man. He calls me by my name and says
things like, `Dude that feels so good' and `hot cock
sucking, Nicky'.

As he flicks the channels back and forth I decide to
finish him off.

He stands up for a moment to feed the machine more
money.

"Get up Nicky." He lifts me up off of my knees.

"What?" I stand up in front of him. He undoes my
zipper and squirts fruity lubricant on my cock.

"I wanna suck your dick, too Nicky." I'm surprised and
remain silent, I allow him to, of course.

His cock sucking is loose, not experienced. I tell him
to suck harder and he does for a minute. He puts my
whole cock in his mouth and sucks it gently
while I look at his pecs and abs. I run my hands
through his blonde hair and encourage him to suck me
harder but I get the impression that he is afraid of
hurting my cock. He loses interest in sucking my dick
and I notice that his erection has fallen.

"Suck my dick again Nicky." He looks at me with needy
eyes and I can't resist, I get the feeling that he is
a sensitive misfit, an angelic mischief maker. I want
to suck him while he is soft, that's a huge turn-on
for me and I feel like I'm about to explode in my
jeans. He rubs himself reluctantly and I know exactly
what he wants. He stands up against the wall this
time. I get on the floor, I can see streaks of dried
come on the walls, the door. I kneel before him and
let him have it.

I pound my face into him like a jackhammer, I squeeze
him and twist my hands around his shaft, making sure
to massage every surface area of his rod. I can hear
him moaning so I slow down my rhythm to build him up
again. He puts his hand on my head, encouraging me to
resume my attack and I slowly get back to my original
speed. Before I know it he's whining and grinding his
pubic hair on my nose and lips.

"Harder Nicky, harder", he begs.

I suck him harder while the women and men in the porno
are losing their bearings, they orgasm in succession
and my head id filled with the sound of both sexes
losing their minds committing, probably, the most
pleasurable act known to man. Kian's breathing
intensifies and precum is oozing out of him like fruit
juice. He grabs my ears and I'm deafened for a few
moments and all I can hear are the impacts of my head
hitting his midsection like a demolition ball, I'm
pulling on his cock as hard as I can and suddenly my
mouth is filling with warm come. While he comes I
squeeze the base of his cock as hard as I could and
his eyes pop out of his head like cannon balls.

I interrupt the ejection of his sperm with alternating
sucks and high pressure squeezing at his cock's base.
Kian got on his feet as his orgasm was stretched out
past the usual ten or so seconds. Semen continues to
squirt out of his cock like spit, his legs are shaking
and he tries to pull his cock out of the hold of my
mouth and hands but I follow him and suck every last
drop out of him. He looks down at me in half horror as
I lick up the final drops of his man seed. I stand up
and jack myself off, my semen flies four or five feet
ahead of me and onto the wall. It crawls down the wall
like angelic snot as we dress ourselves.

"Thanks, Kian." I admire his unbelievable beauty for
perhaps the last time.

"No, Thank you Nicky." He steps forward and kisses me
on my lips passionately, winks.

"Where are you going now?" I twist around, wrapping my
belt around my waist. I check the time. It is seven in
the morning, a pack's worth of cigarette butts litter
the stall's floor. We'd been in the stall for hours.

"What time is it?" Kian gazes at me, his friendliness
hasn't worn off post-sex.

"Seven."

"Good, the bars just opened." He winks and we leave.