Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2002 02:05:42 -0000
From: geleriver <geleriver@supanet.com>
Subject: Fucking around in Liverpool

I'm 35, married for 11 years and I have three beautiful children.
Unfortunately I'm also attracted to men. Don't get me wrong I love and lust
after women and that's why I'm happily married, but I cant stop thinking
about men.

Anyway one lunch time I get the urge. I work in Liverpool city centre and
know a gay bar that always has willing men. I walk down through the
business district and on the way to the Carvern Club. I take two sharp
lefts and end up in the quiet run down ally that is used as access to a
bar. The alley is dark and dirty. The only bright and interesting thing
there is the neon sign for the club. I walk the 20 metres to the entrance
and walk right thru.

The room is dirty and dim. It has a square bar in the centre and TV sets in
each corner showing Gay blue movies. I walk straight up to the bar and
order juice. I then take my drink round the bar to the right and sit where
I can see a TV screen, but I'm on the opposite side of the bar from the
door and so can not be seenant new people from the door way. The truth is,
that while I'm at ease with my sexuality I'm still ashamed of it. In my
heart of heart I want to be like John Wayne, not Rock Hudson. Still if god
gives you lemons!

Now that I'm seated I can take a look round. It's so disappointing! The
room is full of old men. I don't mind men that are older than me but I draw
the line at pensioners. As I look round the room they all try to catch my
eye, but I look quickly away. Its not that I'm some fantastic Adonis, its
just that I'm younger than them. The truth is I'm not fantastic looking
myself. As an ex Rugby player I would say my best feature is my strength. I
have huge strong shoulders and an impressive chest. Unfortunately I also
carry a few pounds too much weight round the middle. I'm about 120kg with a
50 inch chest and a 42 inch waist and 6" 1 tall. Strong and stocky!

I sit and enjoy the Video. Its good stuff! Some young American teenager is
getting seduced in the back of a van. I can feel stirrings in my trousers
as the lad lets his friend with the hard hat and ripped jeans undo his
trousers and examine his member. This isn't hard core so we don't see the
construction worker actually suck the lads dick, but his hard hat bobbing
up and down, in the lads lap, is enough for imagination to do the rest.

Time ticks on (say 10 or 15 minutes) and I have had enough teasing. I'm a
little concerned at what I might find in the men's toilet, given the
clientele in the bar, but thanks to the TV I'm now hot for it and I don't
care. I get off my bar stool and head for the men's. As I'm rounding the
bar to the toilet entrance. Its opposite the bar entrance. I spotted a new
comer at the bar, nearest the entrance. He also spots me and makes eye
contact. I know him, but where and when?

Then it comes to me. About a month earlier there had been a leaving due in
my office. At about eight in the evening I had slipped away from my drunken
work mates with only humping on my mind. I came to this very bar and
ordered this man to suck my dick. Which he did. Ironically we just petted
each other for about 15 mins as he had "friends" in the bar. I left
straight away and was seduced by this Irish female squaddie 5mins after
leaving the bar. She wanted a big strong man and she picked me. Who was I
to say no.

Any way back to today its a very old building and the men's are in the
cellar. So I descend the steps. At the bottom you have the choice of going
straight on or turning left to the women's. The unofficial rule seams to be
you go to the men's to piss and look but you go to the women's to shag. I
needed a piss.

The men's were empty. I made the piss last, as I wanted the man I
recognised to come for me. As I remember he was as tall as me. A little non
str8 (unlike me) and had a Dick bout the same length and thickness i.e. We
were both 5-6 inches, THICK and uncut.

Enough was enough. I had finished my piss and left the men's. Then I
stopped.  Oh what the hell I thought and walked to the women's. No one
there.

As I walked back to the stairs who should be coming down, but my old mate
the dick sucker. I lent a against the wall as he looked at me and thought
do something, but we had one of those uncomfortable moments. Who was going
to make the first move ? Eventually I caved. I reached out with my right
hand and grabbed him round the waist and pulled him gently towards him.

He shuffled easily towards me until we touched. A split second later I was
in his arms as he pressed his tongue down my throat. His hands were
everywhere.

I was so turned on by the suddenness of it all, but what made it better was
that once my intentions were clear, he took control. I was the women and I
loved it.

He stopped and dragged me to the women's toilet and I just followed. At
that moment I would have done anything for him. We moved into a cubicle and
by that time I had regained my composer he had already began to explore my
body.

His kisses began at once and where his kisses fell his tongue followed. I
was wearing a fleece and a jumper, which were quickly lifted. He sucked my
nipples and squeezed my shoulders. He was obviously turned on by my well
defined shoulder muscles and always he was in control.

Eventually he tired of foreplay and moved to the main event. His hand
quickly undid my trousers and he had my prick. As far as he was concerned
it was his to use as he pleased, but instead he just played with it for
while as if humouring a child with his toy and his intentions became
quickly clear.

He soon started pushing me down. He was pushing on my shoulders. At first I
said No, trying to gain some sort of control, but that was an illusion and
eventually I submitted to his will. I knelt down on the floor and took his
dick to my mouth.

It felt great. It filled my mouth comfortably. He was surprisingly still
and skilled at what he was doing. He slowly filled my mouth, until I felt
his warm flesh fill the back of my throat. I undid his trousers and let my
hands stray to his arse as he started to pump slowly into my face.

His repeated stabs into my face increased slowly minute by minute as his
spine filled will energy. His gasps of pleasure changed as the intensity,
of his pleasure, grew. In the back of my mind grew the image of being
used. I saw myself as a slave to his whim.

Then as his climax grew near I wanted only to taste part of him. I was his
to command and I wanted part of him inside of me. He dually obliged!

Once he had his way, he left me to recover. I gathered myself and went up
stairs. I sat nursing my drink until he came over to speak to me. His
friends had left and now he wanted to play with me in front of the whole
bar. Believe me I wanted to. but now with work to go back too, I realised
it was too late..

I said my farewells and left.


If you recognise your self in this story contact me. I want to be used
again.