Alone
                         by 976-SMUT

It was a hot raunchy night. One of those nights that you wished
you had an air conditioner to cool your sweaty body. It was
so oppressively hot that you could just barely catch your breath.
Although my rented room was below street level and you would
expect it to cooler than one at street level, you'd be wrong. As
I lay on the bed, I could look up at the people walking past my
window. Sometimes I could see as far as their face but mostly I
didn't look. I didn't have to. I had seen their faces a million
times. I had been a part of them for so long; walking back and
forth in front of the building and around the corner. 

Many a night was like tonight where I would join the moving
masses, walking silently down to Half Street then make a right
onto 54th and down to First street back to Nelson. It was a
vicious circle around the block and back. We were searching for
the same thing, a night of fast and anonymous sex or just a
furtive grab in the dark shadows. The "parade" of souls would
start about 11pm and continue until 3 or 4 when the "ugliness"
would finally give up and go home alone. You could tell who was
most popular, because they would disappear early in the evening
and only be seen a few minutes each night. Sometimes a car would
pick one of us up and the driver would make small talk as we made
a bee-line for the warehouse district where the pants would drop
for a few furtive minutes as both the giver and taker would
relish in the moment. Sometimes I would be chosen for a ride but
more often than not, I went home alone.

I had my small black and white TV on and was looking at the
screen, but wasn't really watching it. I pulled down my pants and
was now stark naked. My sweat glistened against my chest.
Unconsciously, I started drying myself off by wiping the golden
liquid from my smooth body. Before long I was hard and realized
that I had gotten aroused as my hands had started to caress my
body. I had begun to jerk off without thinking. My eyes caught
sight of a reflection on the TV screen of a figure watching me
from the window above my head. I didn't let on that I knew and I
just kept feeling myself. I was now hard as a rock but didn't
want to jerk off enough to shoot. I was just in a position that I
felt good "doing" myself and if someone liked the show, I didn't
care. After a while the figure left. The window overlooked the
alley and sometimes people would linger and look down at me in
bed. At first it bothered me but lately it broke the monotony of
the evening.

I needed to get out of my room for a while, so I grabbed my towel
and went upstairs to the shower. This hotel has seen better days
I'm sure, but now the paint is peeling and the clientele is
definitely lower class. Hustlers bring their pickups here and ply
their trade and then are back out on the street again looking for
more money and sex. I passed room 103 and could hear the familiar
sounds of gay sex behind the closed door. When I reached the
community shower I entered and there in the semi-darkness were two
figures; a good-looking brown haired boy and an older guy. The boy
was totally naked and lying on the old bench while the semi-clothed
guy pushed his pencil-sized dick into the boys ass. I walked past
them to the shower and turned it on. The cold water felt good
against my back. I got hard almost instantly. Not because of the
sex scene being played out in front of me, but because cold water
always makes me hard as a rock. I turned my back on the couple
and lathered up. Boy did I lather up!

Before long I heard a noise from the direction of the bench and
turned my head slightly to see what was up. The boy was gone and
the guy was standing behind me with that hardon. He mumbled
something that I couldn't hear over the noise of the shower. Just
then I felt a hand on my butt and I pulled away and turned
around. He was standing there holding his pencil-sized dick in
his hand and slowly stroked himself. He wanted me, but I didn't
like the looks of him. I grabbed my towel and went to the
changing room, where without a look back, I pulled my shorts on and
headed for my room. Before lying on the bed I closed the thin
window curtain over my bed. You could still see through the
material but you couldn't see figures outside. I liked it better
that way. I pulled down my shorts and lay naked on the bed again.
Before long I was fast asleep.

I dreamed I was walking through a meadow stark naked and I had a
hardon that wouldn't quit. The tall grass would lightly touch my
body and send pulses of pleasurable shivers through me. As I
neared the road I came upon a couple of people walking along. I
nodded at them as I turned down the road away from them. I don't
know if they noticed I was bare and they were clothed! They
didn't seem to make any sense to me. Here I was naked and they
were clothed and they didn't say anything. It was strange. As I
walked along I was playing with my dick; jerking off as I walked.
Each step brought me closer to orgasm and I seemed to be changing
hands with each step I took. Finally I spurted cum and let it
drip onto the road under me, like a car drips oil. 

I awoke with a start. I was hard with my hand on my groin but had
not let loose yet. I realized the window was still open and
looked at it and thought I saw someone but couldn't tell for
sure. I reached over the lamp and turned it off to go back to
sleep. The outside street lamp illuminated my bed.

Somewhere in the night I dreamt again. I was bareback riding a
brown horse, bareass naked. My dick would rub lightly against its
back and it felt wonderful and soft. I don't remember the rest of
the dream and it is probably a good thing I forgot.

I had been sex-starved unless you count the ever present dreams I
was having. I needed to get my rocks off soon or they might
burst! Not able to sleep now, I decided to go out on the street
and hustle some. I saw Tom there near the drug store and decided
to take my place in front of the large drugstore window.
I was wearing a pair of fatigues and a white skintight T-shirt. I
had my Winstons tucked up under my left sleeve. I thought that my
combat boots were a nice touch too. I was fairly muscular and I
could feel my pecs pushing out the front of the shirt. I must
have really stood out with my flaming red crewcut because before
long, cars begun to slow down as they approached me. I cocked my
right foot flat against the front of the building so that my knee
stuck straight out towards the street. Subliminally that looks
like a hardon. I also held my cigarette with my thumb under it
and my three fingers on top of it. When I throw it away I have to
remember to "flick it" away from my fingers; just like a real
serviceman would do. That act makes it appear as though I am
"forceful, determined and in control". You gotta play the part!

A convertible stopped in front of me and my heart skipped a beat.
It had been so long since a car had stopped for me. The driver
was pretty good looking, about 25, with fairly long blond hair,
almost like a surfer would wear it. "Hey" he hollered, "what's
up?" "Nothing much, I like your car" I replied with a slightly
enthusiatic tone. I didn't really like his car, but hey, a John
is a John and I didn't want to get right down to talking about
sex. "Want to go for a drive?" he asked "It'll be cooler than
standing there with no breeze". I reluctantly agreed and got into
the passengers side. We drove around for a while making
smalltalk. He asked me all the usual questions. Usual that is if
you are trying to find out where a guy stands sexwise. Questions
like 'Do you have a girlfrind', 'What is your favorite bar', 'Do
you work out' and then make statements like 'You must work out
because you have a really hard looking body'. Yeah, what they
mean is 'I would like to work on your body and make you hard..'.
 
We ended up in the empty lot near the warehouses where the guy
pulled in and shut off the engine. He pulled out a couple of
beers and passed me one. I was keeping up my "macho act" and
guzzled mine. As we talked, my head started to swim some. I was
getting a little buzz from the alcohol. The guy, I can't remember
his name, so I'll call him Buzz (it reminds me of my head
buzzing) was talking about being at camp and all the guys would
raid the girls side of the lake. They would go over there looking
to capture a pair of soaked panties to put up the flagpole to
greet the campers salute in the morning. Somewhere during the
story Buzz pulled out a smoke and lit it up. Turns out it was a
joint and I found it quite pleasant to inhale it deeply and chug
more brews. My head was really swimming and I didn't even notice
at first his hand reaching towards my crotch and starting to rub
it. Buzz was just talking and talking and I was listening and
nodding in a dreamlike state. I had never smoked a joint before
and didn't realize that my inhibitions had gone down the toilet.
Before I knew it, his warm mouth had surrounded by dick and he
was sucking for all it was worth. I was drifting in a state of
mind I never knew existed. I could feel my lifeforce being sucked
right out of me through my dick. I could feel waves of pleasure
as he sucked and pulled on my dick. I could feel the tension
rising as the cum was sucked to the tip and he just kept sucking
and bobbing his head down on me. The colors swirled in my head as
I felt that every drop of cum was sucked out. I squirted and
squirted until I had no more juice to give. I had my hands around
Buzz's head and was letting my fingers play with his golden locks
of hair and he kept sucking. Wow! I had never cum so long in my
life!

At some point he stopped, or I stopped him and found myself
reaching for his zipper. I really was fumbling around I guess but
managed to get his zipper down and put my hand into his pants. I
was able to maneuver through the underwear and extracted his
dick. It was smooth and long with a very big head on it. I could
smell his musky manscent as my mouth approached 'ground zero'. I
saw curly blond pubic hair around the base of his dick, but the
dick itself was hairless along the shaft. I plunged my head into
his crotch and let his dick slide into the back of my throat. I
clamped my lips around his shaft and slowly let it slide in and
out of my mouth. I nearly gagged each time his cockhead neared
the back of my throat (it had been a long time since a cock had
been in there). I could also feel my spit slowly stream down his
shaft, only to be caught in his pubic hair. His dick was very
smooth as it slid along my curled tongue and I could feel its
head against my cheek and tongue as it slid past. On each
upstroke I would suck, lightly at first, then later with more
suction until I began to taste his precum ooze out of the tip. I
ran my toungue along the rim of the head when that happened, then
went back down to lick the base again and suck on the way up
again.

It seemed like I was sucking him for hours when all of a sudden
he began to cum in my mouth in spurts. I almost gagged as I tried
to swallow all he could give me. My sense of time was really
distorted and it seemed as though he would fill me up with golden
cum. As he stopped squirting cum I licked the last of it from his
tip and swallowed one last time. I pulled my head off him and sat
back in the seat to rest. He smiled and handed me another beer
and a joint for myself. I took them eagerly and was in second
heaven. 

I am not sure just what happened next, but I must have dozed off
or passed out. The next thing I remember was that I was tied to a
table in what looked to be one of the warehouses. I didn't see
much of anything because my eyes would not focus properly. I
could see figures and hear voices around me. I was naked, tied
face down on a hard table and the figures were approaching me.
When I was able to focus enough to see, there was a really
muscular dude, stark naked with a raging hardon pointed towards
my face. I could feel a pair of hands lifting up my head and all
of a sudden, that thick fat dick was crammed into my mouth! "If
you bite down, you're dead meat!" a voice boomed. "Suck on this
for all it's worth" I was commanded. I was scared shitless! My
hands were tied down (maybe handcuffed) and I could feel cold
metal against my back (maybe a knife?); it was sharp enough! I
slowly let my tongue lick the shaft as it was rammed in and out
of my mouth. His dick tasted somewhat salty and I was afraid he
was going to piss in my mouth! I also could feel rough hands
rubbing my back and asscheeks. Oh no, I thought, I'm going to be
raped too! I was right. I heard the sound of someone spitting on
my asscheeks and felt the spit drip between the cheeks to my
twitching asshole. All of a sudden a finger was rather quickly
pushed into my ass and as I was gagging on the dick in my mouth,
a finger was being pushed in and out of my ass. Then the finger
came out and two fingers replaced it. Someone was rubbing my back
as my ass was probed with the double digits. More spit and I felt
a third finger thrust into my sore ass. My hole felt as though it
was being ripped open. I kept sucking the dick but it didn't cum.
"We're just widening your ass so it can take all of Joe" I was
told. The ass probing continued for a few minutes, each time my
ass was pulled open wider. I had to try to relax my sphincter
some or the pain was unbearable! Each time the dick rammed into
my mouth it seemed to go further down my throat. Boy was this guy
BIG!

Suddenly the fingers left my ass and I was able to relax it
somewhat. It was really hurting but I was beginning to feel a
little better back there when I heard another spit behind me. I
felt the head of a rubbery dick at my hole as my asscheeks were
pulled apart. His cockhead just poised there for a second and then it
rammed into my sore ass and I almost bit down on the dick in my
mouth as the pain in my ass built up to an unbearable point. The
dick was thrust into my ass so fast that I wasn't ready for it!
It rammed in and out as flashes of pain overwelmed me. It felt as
though my insides were being ripped out with each outward pull.
As I was concentrating on the dick in my ass, the guy I was
sucking let loose with a geyser of cum in my mouth. It was so
thick that I wan't able to swallow it much at all. Most of it
dripped out of my wet mouth. I kept sucking as it was thrust in
and out, but I couldn't feel the cockhead through the cum.

Meanwhile the pain in my ass was changing into somewhat a
pleasuable feeling, not that rape can be pleasurable, but the
pain was subsiding and that felt good. I could feel the guys fat
dick slding in easier and figured he was beginning to cum inside
me. I could feel some warmth in there and was feeling fuller. He
was breathing harder and was pumping me faster and faster as he
came.

As his dick pressed against my prostrate I could feel my own
precum start to ooze out and as he fucked my ass faster I finally
could feel my own cum start to build to a climax. Suddenly the
colors in my head started flashing and I came in one long smooth
stream. Cum was spurting everywhere, on my chest, into my face...

I awoke on my bed in my room. My left middle finger was ramming
in and out of my ass and my right hand was jerking my dick off so
the cum shot all over my body. I had fallen asleep on my bed. I
could hear applause from the window and heard someone say "He
ought to take THAT show on the ROAD!" I then heard laughing and
footsteps away from my window.

It was just then that I decided to move, far, far away!

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Copyright 1990 by Brad Jones.