Date: Tue, 5 May 2009 10:56:55 +0100 From: Ant <Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk> Subject: After Work [revised] After Work [Revised edition] A gay sexual fantasy by AntBoy Including, Watersports, S/M, group sex. It wasn't a good idea to mix alcohol and poppers, I was well aware that the combination could always bring out the worst side in me -- the raunchy one. However, I'd been out all that evening to a boring works do where I really drank too much, relying on pre-arranged transport to get me home where, feeling excessively randy and considering it much too late to go back out in an attempt to meet someone, decided to have a solo session in order to get my rocks off. Hurriedly changing into my favourite worn running shorts and torn tight T-shirt then grabbing a bottle of poppers from the fridge, I lay down in the bath just in time as my bladder let loose and part of the evenings beer intake quickly soaked me and lay in a puddle round my body. Taking a sniff from the bottle I wallowed in the result, relishing the feeling of my nylon shorts and cotton T clinging to my body. I started to work on my tits and just as one hand worked down to my cock realised there was another load building up. This time I was able to raise my legs and pull the band of my pants down so the resulting stream splashed over my chest and onto my face, some into my eager open mouth. It was then the idea entered my mind that I just had to have/do something stronger. I still had at least a couple more loads building up but needed more raunch than I could manage on my own in the bathtub. Like I said, alcohol and poppers are a bad mix for me. I quickly got out of the bath, just wiping my feet. I had an idea for some stronger, dirtier self-abuse. I quickly made up a flask of coffee which I shoved in my rucksack with some cans of beer, a towel, the bottom half of an old shell suit and a few odd items. The top half of the suit I wore over my soaking T and quickly cramming some trainers on my wet feet left the flat. It was now the early hours of a slightly humid summer morning and still quite dark apart from the moonlight. There was, as expected, no one around to see my lightly clad wet body as it unlocked my cycle and rode away. Some fifteen or so minutes later I arrive at the dark dirty public toilet that had been lurking in the back of my mind. There was a car parked nearby but was empty and I thought that it probably belonged to someone who had struck lucky earlier and gone off in another vehicle. Even so, I checked the area carefully before entering the toilets. It was a small, old style building with a single long wide metal troughed urinal and two lock-ups. They were almost never used, the seats have vanished ages ago, and I am sure the whole building had most of its visitors on weekend evenings as I often did myself. Only someone in an emergency would use it for the proper purpose being out of the way since the road was closed off, also never having been cleaned in my memory. I had to wait a few moments until my eyes acclimatised to the darkness but as expected, there was no one to be seen by the urinal. However the floor looked nice and wet and dirty. I could only guess at the number of people who'd cum or pissed on it earlier in the evening. Just what I needed. I striped of everything apart from my shorts, there was an old bench some kind soul had placed by the wall eons ago for me to place everything on. The feeling of my bare feet on the sticky floor was just what I needed to get back into the mood I wanted. Taking a sniff of poppers from the bottle I'd remembered to bring with me I placed a pair of nipple clams on my tits, gasping as they bit. This was going to be good. I just knew that. I could feel the wet and dirt under my bare feet, the clamps on my tits and my almost dry clothing. That could soon my rectified. It was too soon to go down on the floor but my bladder had filled again without need of a top up and I slowly allowed its release, griping the end of my cock with one hand to continually stop and start the flow. This was joy. Ok it would be better with company but I seldom met anyone willing to fulfil my desires when in this type of mood. I usually helped others to get their rocks off in here using my hands, mouth, on occasions my arse. When possible I got them to cum over my body, as I usually striped down to my shorts in the hope of getting covered. Having, if I do say so myself, quite a reasonable body to look at, most were not amiss. It was not fantastic but being tall, thin, with long light to fairish hair seemed to work well for me. I loved a group and had often managed to finish with me on my knees servicing a selection of cocks that would cum over me one after the other. Unfortunately, the few times I voiced my desire to be pissed over the same cocks that had readily made use of my mouth etc quickly pulled up trousers or shorts and disappeared out the doorway. I'd got used to keeping my mouth shut, so to speak, and waiting until everyone had gone. Then I'd use my imagination and the floor to bring myself off. I was hard as hell and ready to go but wanted more than just rolling round on a dirty floor tonight. Just then, to my shock and surprise, I heard footsteps. Just one pair so not police and anyway I'd never known them to visit down here this late. What the Hell, I thought, taking a quick sniff. Just one is no problem even if he's straight. So I stood there, backside to the urinal. Sure enough, I could make out one body walking through the door. He hadn't noticed me yet and my eyes had by now acclimatised enough to make out his features and dress against the slight moonlight from outside. Youngish, early twenties, wearing denim shorts and a pique short-sleeved shirt. Then as he staggered he caught sight of me but after a double take to be proud of soon recovered. To my surprise, instead of coming over to the urinal he made his way to the bench and sat at the other end to my belongings that he must have noticed. I could tell he had quite a bit to drink from his walk and thought maybe my luck was going to change but soon changed my mind. He said nothing but sat, or rather flopped, down and dragging a pack from his pocket, with some difficulty extracted a cigarette and lit up, looking at me all the time. There seemed no malice in that look from what I could see, the moon by now supplying a reasonable amount of light the earlier cloud having cleared somewhat. Even so he didn't seem very interested. What he thought of the sight I have no idea. He couldn't have expected to come in and see a bare footed young man in tight wet shorts and otherwise naked body. Not to mention the chrome nipple clamps glittering. That thought brought them back to my attention and I slowly removed them, gasping as the pressure came off. Still no reaction from him. "Are you OK?" I asked. Just a grunt. "Am I in your way?" "No." A quite un-bothered answer. Well. He seemed OK, even if he wasn't gay. He didn't seem that drunk, just a little unsteady. "Would you like a coffee?" I asked. That made him look up. "Have you got coffee? I can't drive like this." There was some life in his voice now. So I got my flask out and poured him a coffee, keeping my distance as I passed it over. "Do you want to piss?" I asked. "Not at the moment," he replied. "Well I Do." And I did, having built up another load of that felt less than was comfortable in the last few minutes. "O.K", he said. "Not in the urinal," I said. "Whatever," was the reply. "Just keep it off me." That was enough. Leaning back against the urinal I placed the clamps back on my tits and placing my hands behind my back started to let the pressure release. My cock was stuck upright in my shorts and the stream rushed up to the waistband before falling down and having soaked the shorts continued to flow down my legs and drip on my feet. I didn't care. He might be straight but I intended to have a good time anyway. Having a straight guy watch was going to be a turn on. I noticed he didn't take his eyes off. I went to what I considered my end of the bench and emptied the rest of my bag. The clothing and towel I hung on a useful hook and placed the rest of the items on the bench. The remaining coffee, the four cans of beer and another bottle of poppers. I tool a can of beer and some other items back to the urinal. "You've got a nice body," was an unexpected comment. "Thanks," I replied. "Do you enjoy what you're doing?" "Yes." What else could I say? "Do you mind?" I'd noticed one hand had crept down to his shorts and was definitely fondling something. Maybe there was hope yet. "No," he said. "Do whatever you want". He might be straight but in his present mood was obviously excited by what he saw. Who was I to disappoint him? I'd never performed for a straight audience anyway. I sat down with my arse in the trough and my back to the urinal wall. Then I made use of the items I'd brought over with me. First removing the clamps that were now making my tits numb I placed a leather strap around my ankles and pushed my legs out. Two more straps I placed round each wrist. The clip that would clip them together I decided to leave for now. The final leather item was a belt that I laid on the floor beside me. Just then the urinal started to flush, I could feel it on the back of my head, down my shoulders and soaking my back. It was shockingly cold and quickly I resorted to the poppers again. When it had stopped I picked my can of beer and took a drink. "What's are you soaked in?, he asked. "Piss," I replied. "Gross," was his comment. Even so I could see from the corner of my eye he had his cock out and was wanking it slowly. "Yes. Gross," said another voice, as to my horror one of the cubicle doors opened to display one, then two persons. What had I done? I should have known better than to get carried away without checking out the whole building. How had I not heard them in there? What was going to happen? As they came into the dim light my heart started rapidly to beat again. They were both black, my favourite colour. One I had met before, one of the few people I'd met willing to satisfy my hidden desires. Somewhere in his early thirties, almost my height but almost twice as broad. He was already striped and I could see the erect cock I remembered. Jet-black and what I called a nice standard size. Big enough to feel but not so large I'd have trouble with it. His companion was much younger from what I could see, only just out of his teens I would have guessed. Much lighter in colour, about five foot ten inches and even slimmer than myself. He was also wearing denim shorts that he zipped up as the door they came out so I had no chance to see what was packed inside them. Quite interesting from the size of the bulge. >From what I remembered the older was based at an USAF base some twenty miles away and travelled the distance from time to time so he wouldn't be recognised. I guessed the younger was a new arrival at the base he must have made contact with. My straight audience had got up and was quickly packing his cock away when John, I suddenly remembered his name, said "You don't have to go. Not if you fancy seeing us make use of this whitey here." That was enough, he sat back down on the bench and started to fondle himself again. I put him out of my mind for the time and concentrated on the two black bodied now standing in front of me. "I thought we were out of luck, getting here so late," said John. Then I saw a bike coming down the lane and hoped it was you. We both fancy some proper fun instead of settling for each other. I had hoped to meet you tonight and introduce you to my friend here." "Why did you keep mum?" I asked. "Just wanted to see how far you would go, especially when the lad over there on the bench came in. You must really be in the mood tonight." I saw no reason to answer, my reply being obvious. "Right," was his next comment? "You're ours to make use off. Yes?" I just nodded. "Then open your mouth. I need to piss," and without further ado he pulled my head up by grabbing my wet hair and pushed his thankfully half-hard cock in my mouth and let go a blast. He must have had his legs crossed, hiding in the lock-up, as once he started I thought he'd never finish. I swallowed what I could but most sprayed out over my chest and missing the urinal landed down on the floor, forming a large puddle I could feel round my still outstretched legs. "You know better than to waste it," he said, picking up the leather belt from the floor. "You know the punishment". I nodded and getting up started to lie face down in the puddle I recently been sitting in. "Wait," he said, fastening the clamps back on my tits. "Now get your body down there in the filth where it belongs.' I lay down as ordered. I could feel the piss on my chest, but more, the dirt and slime that had to be the result of meetings earlier that evening. As I grunted when my tender and clamped tits met the floor and my face lay side on in the puddle he had another surprise for me. I felt two hands connect with my feet and before I could offer an objection slide my body forward so my chin rested on the lip of the trough with my head pressed against the tiled wall. My mouth and nose were above the trough and I was just glad at least the flush still worked well and there were no disinfectant blocks around. There was some murmuring a leg kicked my legs apart. Then a naked body sat down on my back, kneeling either side, and clamping me to the ground. I guessed the youngster was getting into the act and I hadn't even seen him strip off. A hand pushed round my face holding the welcome poppers and I took a deep double drag knowing what was to follow. I was not to be disappointed. The belt started to fall across my buttocks. At first slowly and without too much force, then increasing, both in both frequency and strength. "Aren't you going to beat his bare arse?" said a voice from the bench. The straight lad was getting off on this, whatever he may have thought earlier. I discovered later he been experimenting with the other bottle of poppers, even so, he wasn't as straight as he's thought. In answer my legs were pushed together and my soaking shorts pulled down and off, leaving me in just a small leather pouch held on with a chain round my back and a couple more running up each buttock. My head was pulled up and the shorts rammed over my head before it was carefully placed back down. I was breathing and sucking on God knows how many people's piss, dirt and stale cum. As the belt started to fall again I felt a warm stream start on my shoulders, moving up to the shorts covering my hair and head. I closed my eyes and as it ran over my face I knew for sure the youngster was also more than happy to abuse me. The beating finally stopped and as the shorts were pulled off hands roughly turned me over. Now I was face up I could see what had previously been hidden, one way or another. He might only be in his late teens but the cock I could see hovering above me as he stood back in preparation for another piss was a monster. Somehow not out of proportion but huge. Even in its flaccid state it had to be eight inches and I'd never get one hand to meet round it. God Almighty! It could really damage me if not used carefully. I was too far gone now to really care but even so a slight feeling of apprehension seeped through to what was left of my sozzled brain. "Anything else would you like to see?" asked John, and I noticed he was talking to the supposedly straight guy who was now striped off also. He had his legs up pulled on the bench on either side and was wanking away quite openly. There was a look of lust about him, Oh Yes; he was enjoying what he saw. As he pulled away on his cock I could see his balls banging around and his little hole pucker and pout. "Do you want him on your cock?' John continued, "Or he could suck your balls. Or how about he cleans your arse with his tongue for you?" I thought he was going to fall off the bench as his hand went into overdrive. "He'd really lick my arse?" "He'll do whatever I say," was John's reply. "Just don't bring yourself off too soon and miss all the fun." "Oh, I won't cum for ages after the beer I had earlier. Make him do it." I needed no further urging and crawled over to him, making sure I kept my hands away, just pushing my nose and mouth to his arse. John made sure of that by folding my arms behind my back and fastening them off with the clips I'd left attached to the wrist straps. With the strap round my legs and now my arms fastened off I had difficulty keeping my balance until my nose made contact with his arse which actually helped to stabilise me. I stuck my tongue out and just licked the edge of his hole. I thought he was going into shock the way he reacted but all he said was "More! More!" So I gave him more, flicking my tongue roughly against the lips of his hole, pushing and probing until it broke through. Then I went to work deeply on him. Licking, sucking, and probing. Whenever I pushed deep he clenched tightly on my tongue, and then relaxed so I could push in again. He might think he was straight but given time I could prove him wrong. In the back of my mind was the thought he might live locally and be prepared to make regular use of my body. Sticking my tongue as deeply as possible right through his lips finally sent him over the edge and he sucked my tongue deep into his arse whilst furiously wanking himself over my back. As I felt it splatter I thought to myself `He'll be off now.' But no. He lowered his legs back to the floor, in the process moving my face up to his cock. Without thought I took it into my mouth and started to clean it with my tongue. He sighed, relaxed, and took another snort of my poppers. "Now let me see what you two can do with him while I recharge." John grabbed my wet hair and pulled me back to lie on the now really wet and filthy floor. Removing the straps from my legs and wrists he straddled my waist and crouched down. I knew what to expect as he strained and started pissing over my face. Then he turned me over and used his boot to force me down, flat, on the floor. I heard voices and hands grabbed my feet, pushing me over toward the urinal. Guessing what was about to happen I had just enough time to fold my arms in front of my face as they fell into the trough, my face on the lip. I heard John say something and almost at once a body astride my arse and a throbbing cock pushing at the exposed hole. So his friend was getting into the act I thought. A cock slowly and gently pushed its way home. This was going to be nice I thought. I was mistaken. When I thought he was fully inserted I felt hands prise my arse apart and I swear he inserted another inch or more. This I could really feel. The as he leant over my arms and head he whispered in my ear, "Are you ready for this black cock then white boy?" I couldn't answer, not with my face pushed against my crossed arms in the trough, I doubt if it would have made any difference anyway as he stared to plough my arse as if there was no tomorrow, he may not have been very large in the width department but he sure was long and stiff and knew just where to aim his cock to obtain the best effect. For himself at any rate. While this was going on I heard another voice, "I need to take a piss," and someone answer, "Go on then." Not much delay before I felt more than one warm stream over my back and head. Then obviously responding to direction, down to the cock plunging my arse so his grunts were accompanied by a slurp, slurp as he fucked the fresh piss into my open hole. All too soon I felt his cock swell and the warm stream of his spunk shoot inside me. He shot and shot, finally collapsing over my body. He reached out and pulled my arms out from in front of my face, pushing them out so my hands fell into the wide urinal on either side and my face was right over the trough, about an inch away from the swirling liquid that was, as usual, slow to drain. "Right then," I heard John ask as his friend pulled off, "Anyone else fancy fucking the hole?" There were a series of assents and it seemed I spent the next quarter of an hour or so being regularly fucked, pissed over or having my arse beaten. John told me later it was more like an hour which just goes to show how time flies when you're having fun. I never knew there were so many people around who would like to make use of my body. Obviously I had been returning home far too early. I could just make out that it was starting to lighten up outside. "Turn over," I heard John say, and doing so I caught a quick sight of my Filthy body covered in piss, cum and dirt. My head was now over, hanging slightly down into, the urinal. I could feel my hair and the back of my head awash with the contents. A booted foot nudged my legs apart. Then John's naked black body knelt between my legs. I knew what he wanted and pulled my legs up and back, raising my arse slightly off the floor. He liked to see my face when he got his rocks off, especially the hurt in my eyes. Sure enough. Without warning he plunged his thick, eight-inch cock straight up my arse. If my head had not already been in the trough it would have been now. After a few thrusts to get himself comfortable and fully home he eased off and sat back slightly. "Anyone got any piss left?" he asked. "Right then, over his face," and to me, "Close your eyes." His hands reached out to nip at my tits forcing me to open my mouth to receive the occasional streams that were, surprisingly, still on offer. As I as was forced to swallow, and continue doing so, he really started to make use of my arse. In and out, in and out. It wasn't a cock; it was a piston he had attached to his body. Each thrust crushed my balls but even so I was sporting a massive hard on. I wanted to cum but but seemed to be permanently teetering on the edge. Then I felt him. More than any other person that night. His cock seemed to swell till I thought I would split. Then without slacking sped he started to shoot. I don't know how many time he shot, only that I could feel fire up further than anyone else, maybe into my stomach I thought. Finally he slowed down and after another attack on my tits sank back on the floor, with me still impaled on his cock. He waited a moment to catch his breath and then I felt his cock flex again slightly, followed by a hot stream shooting up to follow his cum. "Hold that in you," he said. Then throwing me my dirty soaking shorts, "Put those on and stand up." After a few words one of the others went out, quickly returning and saying something to John. "Now outside." It was getting quite light. Must be about five in the morning, I thought. I couldn't go outside just dressed in a pair of wet running shorts. My body must look a state. There were I could now see there were still another half dozen others standing around apart from what I considered my three. A couple of not too gentle belts with the strap John was carrying soon told me not to hang around, so I slowly walked outside, clenching my buttocks so as to obey his command. As I'd thought it was quite light outside the cottage and in the distance I could hear early morning traffic moving on the main road. At first I thought we were the only ones around but as John encouraged me to walk toward the footbridge over the nearby stream I could see some people in the distance, walking toward it. Probably early workers I thought, or possibly on their way home from a night shift. He made me stand by the railings, facing out. As I began to hear the footsteps come closer and could make out some muffled conversations, he started to apply the belt to my soaking arse. I gripped the netting tighter and just wished the footsteps would continue on past. I heard some exclamations, no doubt both at the sight of my body and of John welding the strap at my arse. There followed some conversation I couldn't follow, then hands on my shoulder, turning me round. There were four of them, all white, ages I would guess from teens to forty. "Right," said John. "There are some straight cocks here that need attention. I've told them your arse is too filthy but they are quite happy to use your mouth. Get down on your knees." I have to admit there can be quite a difference between gay cock and straight cock. Luckily only two of them were prepared to try my mouth, even so they had no finesse, just forcing both cocks in at the same time and proceeding to rape my face without pause. I think one or both of the others had a wank, having been turned on by what they saw. At any rate I felt my body being splattered again during the process. Luckily the cocks in my mouth must have been fully primed as I was starting to think I would choke, if my mouth wasn't split first, when one and then the second started firing. I couldn't swallow fast enough and a fair portion of the cream ran out of my mouth and down my face. "OK! That will do for now," handing me my shell suit. "We're taking him off for a private session now. Anyone fancy a repeat we should have him here again next week." John must have re-arranged his shifts to be able to plan for that. He knew what mine were well enough. He was taking things a bit for granted `though about next week. Well maybe not. He knew my likes quite well, but what did he mean about a private session. I suppose we were all going back to mine but how many was `we' and would I ever have a chance for a bath and sleep. I supposed It would be possible to stand a little more fun first though!