Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2002 11:02:24 -0800 (PST) From: dante umbero <danteumbero@yahoo.com> Subject: night encounters This is a work of Gay fiction. If you find this offensive, lease go elsewhere. This story is fictional and any similarity to people real or imagined is purely coincidental. Dante- The night was chill and foggy making everything damp. The sound of the foghorns from the harbor floated up the hills and gave the night a mournful air. Street lamps whose light was blue white and harsh intermittently relieved the darkness. I casually walked down the street slowly first appearing and then disappearing in the pools of light, approaching my first stop for the evening. I could hear the pulse of the music from the strip club. Before I reached the club I turned down an alley and was plunged into total darkness. No streetlights penetrated this dilapidated section of town. My black clothing allowed me to merge with the moist darkness. Some would have thought this was dangerous, but not for me. I'd spent too many years with the "Corporation" to be afraid. 30 years old and after 8 years in Special Forces I had been recruited and trained in advanced methods of "extraction". Meaning that I could glide down this inky black alley without anyone or anything noting my passing. Most found me attractive, my dark hair and muscular body allowed me some choice of partners for games of the flesh, but I found this less distracting. I was alert to the sounds around me, pausing to let my eyes adjust to the darkness. "Hey buddy, gimme a quarter." Hissed at me from the darkness. I silently passed by the lump of dirty clothes and cardboard from which it had issued. "Who hath drawn the circuit for the predator?" I thought. This was part of the thrill also. To come in from the hidden killing fields of this our modern civilization only to feel the stirring of a desire so great that I practice the silent movements of the killing fields down dark streets, in the search of potential targets. My quarry this night though was men, straight men to be exact, hot and frustrated straight guys who were so turned on they would do anything to get relief. Some would go home to wives or their own solitary pleasures for relief, some would pay for the hookers that prowled the streets out front, and some would become mine for a few minutes. The object was the anonymous act of relief for these straight guys. I was merely an outlet for their pent up frustrations, courtesy of the strippers inside. These thoughts caused my own frustration to rise up along with my 7 inches of flesh, now buried in the restrictive black jeans I wore. "He that is master of his desire, doth draw the circuit." I answered myself. I stopped beside the electric pole with the burned out security light that normally would have illuminated this end of the parking lot. I had taken care of the security light last night. The club was closed on Sundays so they hadn't had time to call for a replacement. My position allowed me an unobstructed view of the side of the club and the parking lot. There was a door midway up the wall that allowed patrons to enter and exit into the parking lot. I saw no business girls patrolling; the lack of lighting had, as usual, kept them away. "How do we master our desires?" My mind continued. "By spending wisely." It answered. It was late so the parking lot was full; I slowly made my way beside the vehicles parked along the back of the lot looking them over. I had found that as a rule I preferred pickups and delivery vans, guys who couldn't afford the hookers prices usually drove them. I recognized three of the vehicles and remembered each guy who drove them. The construction company truck that was parked beside my electric pole I didn't recognize but it particularly attracted me; it was in perfect position, now if the driver was agreeable. I resumed my watch by the pole and as a guy emerged from the door, I lit a cigarette revealing myself to him. If he were a regular here he would probably know what I was offering. Sure enough he changed direction and walked toward me. As he passed the last light on the side of the club I could get a fair look at him. Not old, maybe 40, well built, dark hair. He walked with a slight looseness that revealed he had been drinking. I stayed beside the pole out of the light, just the flare of the cigarette to illuminate my profile when I took a drag of it. He walked up to me and asked if he could have a cigarette. I said, "You didn't come over here for a smoke, man. What do you want me to do?" He laughed nervously in answer and started rubbing his crotch, kneading the bulge in his pants that was getting bigger. I motioned for him to come closer, and he stopped just in front of me. "Come on man, I'm dying to cum." He said breathlessly. I reached for the front of his pants and slowly unzipped the straining denim. I reached in and released his 6-inch dick from the jockey's that he wore. I heard his quick intake of breath as I touched his flesh, and slowly started to stroke it. I started at the base within the mass of black wiry hair and slowly stroked toward the head. He was breathing heavily and I could smell the whiskey that he had drunk. I moved faster on his dick and he started rocking his hips, moving in concert with my rhythm. I threw down the cigarette I held and reached for his balls with my free hand, lightly feeling each one. I let one of my fingers slip behind his balls and touch the puckered rim of his hole as I continued to rapidly stroke his pulsing rod. His legs and thighs started twitching, he caught his breath and sighed as his jiz shot across the space between us and slowly ran down the side of the electric pole. When he stopped I let his dick go, turned away and lit another smoke. He quickly zipped up and without a sound, turned away. I usually didn't encourage conversation. My own frustration was increasing but the night was young. Ten minutes later the club's door opened again and this time a pair of men came out. They were obviously drunk and their comments about the performers and what they would like to do to them left little doubt as to what they were in need of. They walked unaware of my presence toward me, the light illuminated them, they were both young. Probably just legal ages unless they had faked ID's. They were making for the construction truck. I didn't normally like groups; the odds were just a little too much in their favor if something went wrong. I had a device from the killing fields that would help me out if something went wrong, a small vial that looked like breath freshener but if you set it off, the resulting cloud of chemical would disorient and sedate temporarily those that inhaled it. Of course the trick was to not inhale it myself. "God man, my balls are so blue I could shoot a gallon." Said the taller of the two, he was really toned from the look I could get. The other guy laughed and told him he'd have to go home and squeeze it off himself. He cursed. I took that as my cue to light yet another cigarette. They were at the back of the truck now and they suddenly stopped. They hadn't seen me standing there. "I could cure your blue balls for you. And your buddy's too." I said quietly. They laughed nervously. "What'd you mean man?" The one who spoke earlier said. I replied, "I want to suck you off, that's what I mean, and your buddy also." This stopped them. They were just standing there staring at me and nervously looking at one another. They were both about 25, wearing worn jeans and t-shirts, rough straight dudes, just what I liked most. They appeared to have stopped here after work. They were muscular with only the beginnings of the beer bellies that in 5 years would ruin their appeal. "I don't have all night, what'll it be?" I said. The one who had been talking about the quantity of his load walked over to me and dropped his pants. "Here it is queer, suck it if you want." He was indeed suffering but he was also beautifully made. His cock arched up out of his crumpled underwear a full 8 inches and the dark mound of his pubic hair was visible in the dim light. I knelt in front of him and slowly started to take him into my mouth. He sighed as he slipped into my mouth and I grabbed the base of his dick and started to jack him as I sucked him long and slow. "Oh man, this guy is great. You need to try some of this." His companion slowly came closer. As I continued to suck him, first taking as much of him as I could into my mouth and then slowly moving up his shaft. I reached out to the other one and touched his crotch; he immediately walked closer and unzipped his pants. I pulled his dick out and jacked him while I continued to suck the original one. He groaned as I switched and took his dick in my mouth, alternating between them. First one and then the other, sucking and stroking. They were very close to each other now, and I finally took both of them in my mouth at the same time. The first guy looked over at his buddy's dick now in my mouth with his own and groaned. I felt his hot load filling my mouth. At the same time the other one said, "Oh yeah." And shot his load. I quietly slipped into the alley and watched them drive away. Lost in the heat of the desire I felt, that made me alive again to flesh and blood instead of the shadows and numbness of the killing fields. I walked on down the alley as silent as the stray cats that watched me pass from the dumpsters and garbage cans. Not a bad night so far, but it was now my turn. Three blocks later I slowly approached the back of the building, and noticed that the security light here was also still out. I paused and carefully watched for any signs of life, and finding none, I approached the dimly lit window. The window was conveniently positioned above the Dumpster that served this end of the alley and I quietly closed the lid and climbed on top. The window was made of wavy bubble glass that provided privacy for the mens room within. I listened at the window for a few minutes and hearing nothing other than the faint sound of the porn that was playing in the theatre, I slowly raised the sash. I entered through the window and slipped down in front of the urinals that were lined up underneath. The smell of stale urine reached my nose and my erection ached. I went into the stall at the end of the room and quietly sat down. I looked through the glory hole into the next stall noting it was empty. "On what do we wisely spend?" My mind asked, "The wisdom of that which is unknown." Replied the master's voice in my mind. In just a few moments I heard the ancient wheeze of the door open and then a quiet step toward the urinals. I looked through the cracks and could see a tall man with blond hair and a skull tattooed on his upper arm, standing at the center urinal. He looked back over his shoulder when he heard my foot tap, and then turned and walked into the stall beside mine. I looked through the hole between us and watched as he slowly lowered his pants. His 6-inch semi-erect dick sprouted from a patch of blonde pubic hair that spread up and around his navel. He sat down, looked at me and started to slowly jack off. He stuck a finger through the hole and then withdrew it. I lowered my pants and slowly pushed my now raging hard dick through the hole to his side. I felt his warm breath and then his moist mouth closed around me. I braced myself against the stall and groaned. As his lips worked their way up and down my shaft I proceeded to hump his face through the glory hole. My balls smacked his chin with my thrusts and I could feel the tension building. He removed his mouth from my dick and then lifting my balls with his tongue he started sucking them, first one and then the other. I groaned as he stroked my dick with his hand and my pent up load shot across the stall. I heard him grunt as he left his own load on the slick floor. I sat back down and lit another cigarette. The blonde said quietly, "That was awesome, what's your name?" "You don't want to know my name." I said, "But I can tell you who I am. Is that what you want?" I heard him chuckle quietly and say, "Your crazy, man, what's the difference?" I said quietly, "I walk with the darkness that seeps into men's minds when their desire becomes a living thing and they can't fight it any longer. I take into myself their heat and satisfy myself with their essence, which makes me know my own desire. I pray upon the desires of others to satisfy my own need and then compose philosophy in a dirty restroom with the spent object of that desire. Crazy, yeah, that too." "Can I see you again?" He said. I wasn't listening to him any longer, "And having spent all my frustration I know that beyond this feeling of disgust I now feel, I will look into the darkness once more, so that I may feel alive again through others desire. Cause that is the only time I feel alive on the killing fields, when your desire rises up like a cobra within you and sets your flesh on fire. All other feelings having long ago been burned out through training and the numbness brought on by the corruption and death. The circuit of the predator." I sighed. I heard him laugh as he left the stall and heard him continue to laugh as he walked down the hallway. I re-arranged my clothing and went out the way I had entered, the darkness surrounded me and I merged with the shadows once again, witnessed only by those denizens of the stench and filth of the alley.