Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2008 21:18:22 +1000 From: Angus Cook <ernestrimmingway@hotmail.com> Subject: Helping the Needy Copyright 2008 by the author The usual disclaimer applies. If you shouldn't be reading this - DON'T! This is pure fantasy. It didn't happen to me (more's the pity) or Dan - or Tim. Hope you enjoy it. ernestrimmingway@hotmail.com Helping the Needy Friday night, just after midnight. I was leanin' against the bar in my favorite drinkin' hole eyein' this guy. I'm no slouch, six feet one, two hundred pounds, but this guy was big. At least three inches taller then me, and maybe thirty pounds heavier. Not fat, mind you - just a big fuckin' bruiser. Big arms, big chest, big feet, and a big hard butt. One i'd kill to sink my nose and mouth into. And in his leathers, I could only imagine how it'd smell and taste. He was flaggin' navy left. This bar ain't the sort of bar my daytime associates would frequent - or maybe even know about. Down near the docks, away from the bright lights, it was a bar for guys into rough trade. And I"m one. Suit and tie during the day, but leathers and boots at night. I'd ridden the Harley over, it was sittin' outside with a bunch of them. He was talkin' with buddies, all similarly dressed - obviously owners of the other hogs outside. But my eyes were solely on him. In the two hours I'd been there, scopin' him out he'd hung on to the one beer, and hardly drunk any of that. I was on my second - never been a big drinker. He turned, walkin' towards me, put his empty bottle on the bar and started headin' out. I left my beer and followed. Outside he was standin' gettin' a breath of air. I approached him. "Nice bandanna." "You interested?" "Fuck yeah." He turned and walked down the alley beside the bar. Any sane man woulda just gotten on his bike and left, but my ass was tellin' me it wanted what the bruiser was packin' in his pants. So I followed. He walked about twenty feet down the alley and stopped by a dumpster. I caught up with him. "Here?" "Why not." Why not indeed. I love risky sex. Although the chance of bein' caught by the cops was remote, doin' it in the open was still a turn on. I turned round facin' the dumpster, reached behind me to unzip the back of my leathers - (custom made - never know when you might get lucky, and gettin' outta bike leathers ain't an easy task), spread my lsgs and leaned forward, bracin' my hands against the dumpster. His big meaty fingers went straight to my butt. One thing about wearin' leather, it makes me sweat, and my ass crack and hole were slick with it. A murmer of approval escaped his lips, as his other hand joined the first, thumbs in my crack to pull my cheeks apart. The thumbs probed my hole, sinkin' into it. He fingered my hole a while, then went for the kill. "Here it comes, man." His knob pressed against my hole. You know what they say about big hands, big feet. Well they ain't wrong. This guys cock was huge. And it felt wonderful! Slid it in balls deep in one continuous shove. I was pushin' back, bendin' further and archin' my back to get him deep up me. My cock was hard, trapped in my leathers. but I didn't mind. His fuck was makin' it rub against the leg of my pants, and the feelin' was great. Ws musta been fuckin' about five minutes when I noticed a movement off to one side. I turned my head and there was a guy watchin' us fuck. He had his cock in his hand and was slowly jackin'. He was wearin' tattered clothes and even from the distance I could smell him. Guess he hadn't had a shower or bath in weeks. Hair was matted, beard was straggly, typical derelict. My fucker noticed the guy about the same time. "You want some of this?" "Mmmmmmm." He sped up his fuck. I was workin' my muscles on his shaft. It wasn't much longer before I felt the tell tale signs of his impendin' cum "Here it is cunt." And he started shootin' his load into me. Spurt after spurt. About eight shots in me. Then he pulled out, his cock still oozin' the last of his cum. He motioned to the guy. "Wanna go at this hole? I've warmed it for ya." The guy shuffled over. His stink was even more powerful than I first thought. He looked at me and smiled - more gaps than teeth in his mouth. My fucker moved me round, holdin' my shoulders and offerin' me his oozin' dick. "Have at it man." The guy didn't need a second invitation. My ass was slimy with cum and his cock slid in easy. He didn't waste time, poundin' my hole like he hadn't had a fuck for years - which he probably hadn't. He had hardly begun when two more guys appeared outta the dark. Two more homeless guys, lookin' as dirty and bedraggled as my new fucker was. It was only a few minutes before he grunted and started spewin' his load into me. He was gaspin' and groanin' as he unloaded. The two new guys approached cautiously until they got a better view of my fucker. "It's George. Hi George." "Hey mister. Can we have a turn?" "Help yourselves." Bruiser bent over me and grabbed my ass cheeks, pullin' them further apart as my fucker pulled out. The older of the two - he looked about sixty, but mighta been only forty - shuffled forward, his cock juttin' out from a pair of baggy jeans, that looked like they were gonna fall off him at any moment. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto his short, stubby dick. I felt it at the entrance to my hole, and then felt his wiry pubes against my cheeks. He rabbit fucked me, short hard rapid jabs. Came out a couple of times, but rammed it straight back in. My ass lips welcomed the feelin', the pressure before it opened again to receive his dick. I guess he was overexcited about gettin' a fuck at his age, Ôcos he came quickly, puffin' and gruntin' with each spurt. Before he could recover, the third guy pulled him back outta me, and shoved his cock in. It was thinner than the other guys, but almost as long as Bruiser's. I'm not real keen on thin dicks; much rather have a bit of girth in the cock that's poundin' me, but I was not in a position to complain. Bruiser still had his dick down my throat, and was holdin' me still so the guy could have his go at my ass. He pumped me for a few minutes, gainin' speed as he approached his orgasm. I'd been bent over for over half an hour gettin' plowed by there guys, and my legs were startin' to feel the strain. I clenched my ass muscles, hopin' to force a load outta my fucker, His hands dug into my hips as he rammed his dick in one last time, and started feedin' me his juice. Just as he was cummin' I heard a noise from the bar entrance. Some guys were leavin'. Then a voice said "Hey, Tim's hog's still here. Hey Tim., where are ya?" "Be a minute." He lifted my shoulders, straightenin' me up and my fucker's cock slid out, stll spewin' its juice. "C'mon man. Let's go. Hope you enjoyed yourselves guys." I struggled to zip up my leathers as we walked back down the alley, cum drippin' outta my hole. "I"m Tim." "Danny." "OK Danny, you're comin' home with me. Want another go at that ass if you're up to it." "Sure." Tim's buddies were gettin' on their bikes. "Doin' it in the alley now?" "Get fucked, man." "Fuckin' do it anywhee, wouldn't you." "And you fuckin' wouldn't?" "See ya tomorrow night." "Sure." We hopped on our bikes and I followed him home. I was up to it, and he was - three times before mornin'. Didn't even have a chance to get outta my leathers. Left his place about eleven, promisin' to meet him and the guys at the bar tbat night. And I did.