Date: Sat, 2 Nov 2013 17:09:53 -0000
From: Ant <Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Went Looking 2

Went Looking
A homoerotic tale,not for the faint of heart, by Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk
[Watersports, S&M, group]

Chapter Two

I was shattered at work he next day.  All night long all I could do was
fantasise and edge myself, looking at my dirty body in the mirror and
wondering what he might want to do the following week.  By the time I'd cum
twice more and finally had a shower there was only time for breakfast
before cycling off to work where I have no idea how I got through the day.

All week I was jacking off to imagined videos of what that man might want
to do to me and only managed to leave my cock alone the night before by a
mixture of cold showers and having a sore cock from overuse.  Even so, when
the time came round for me to get ready I was having second thoughts.  I'd
changed into an old pair of trainers and running kit after fitting a
leather strap round behind my cock and balls and chugging my way through a
couple of cans of beer after my tea was already having an effect on my
bladder that I knew couldn't be held long.

Even so, when I went out I hadn't really decided, even when my jog took me
within site of the toilet but then he stepped outside and the decision was
made for me.  This time he was just wearing a pair of loose denim cut-offs
and a dirty T-shirt. That alone on his bronzed fit body would have made me
look twice but it was the dirty working boots on his feet that took my eye
and when he gestured for me to come inside I didn't falter.

There was somebody else standing over in a unlit corner I couldn't quite
make out and I turned to leave when he put his hand on my shoulder.  'Its
just a friend who wants to watch boy.  Now strip off and be quick about
it,' slapping my arse and making me jump.

What the heck!  I quickly did as told, flinging my shorts and top over the
top of the stall partition just leaving my jock on.  He slapped my arse
again, a little harder this time.  'Take that jock off and your shoes then
stand with your hands behind your back.  Boys like you should always be
naked for inspection.'

The floor was cool and sticky to my bare feet but even so my cock came to
attention as I considered how dirty it was and I stood there clasping my
hands behind my neck without a thought.  The idea of being fully naked in a
dirty toilet for this man to see me and do things to me, even in the dim
diffused light entering through the overhead skylights should have worried
me but for some, probably stupid, reason I trusted him.  The further
knowledge another man was also watching who I'd never met and couldn't
really see was even more of an attraction.  I wanted whatever was going to
happen to me.

'Is your bladder full?'  He gave me a can of orange, 'drink this and then
lay down on the floor.'

The floor was sticky and filthy, that didn't bother me so much as the
thought of anybody else entering and I told him so even though the pressure
was building and I was now straining not to let it out.  He reached into
his pocket and took out a small brown bottle, unscrewing the top and
holding it under my nose.  I guessed what it contained from online chats
and took a deep sniff.  Fireworks took off inside my head and before I knew
it my body as happily laying down flat on the dirty sticky floor and who
knows what else.

I only had to relax a tiny bit and my bladder let loose.  'Hold your cock
and wash yourself down.'  I didn't need a second telling.

The delight as the pressure reduced was matched by the thought others were
seeing me and that this was a lot dirtier and more erotic than playing
around in the shower by myself.  By the time my flow had reduced to a
moment where I could cut it off for a while I was soaked from head to foot
including some into my mouth which shows how strong my stream had been.  I
could feel my piss puddling under my body transferring whatever dirt was on
the floor to my skin.

As I placed my hands on the floor to lever my body back up his booted foot
was placed softly but firmly against my stomach pushing my back flat.  I
risked reaching out and pressing it against my body, he didn't seem to
mind, just sort of smiled down at me.

'Are you really twenty,' he asked, to receive a nod from me in return.
'Well, I hope you know that boys like you have to submit for the enjoyment
of real men like me.'

I just loved it when he called me a boy.  I think it was the first time my
lack of stature and slim smooth almost hairless body could be considered an
advantage.  I just held his booted foot more tightly and pressed it against
my body.  'You know dirty boys have to be punished?'  Yes.  I'd got off
using a belt across my back myself but was sure his idea of punishment
would be more extreme than mine.

'I know I have to do what you want but I'm not sure how much I can take.'

'Fair enough,' he told me, 'If you tell me to hold it I will but I wont
stop just because you ask me to.  You have to say "hold it."  Understand?

I thought so.

'Right then,' he told me.  'Get on your knees and crawl over to my friend
in the corner. He's got a present for you, more than one actually.'

I could hardly believe myself.  Wet, dirty and naked crawling as he told
me, over to a man I didn't know and could hardly see.  Even so I did just
as instructed even as I was aware from the corner of my eye that he'd
unbuckled and removed the leather belt from his waist.

'Stop.'  I was only halfway across.  He pulled on my hair to bring my head
up and his other hand fumbled something round in front of it.  'Open Wide.'
He forced some sort of thick hard rubber ring inside my mouth, then
fastened it off behind my head with a couple of straps leading out each
side.  'Don't want you biting anything you shouldn't,' with a sort of
laugh.  'Now get a move on.'

His belt fell across my back, not with a lot of force, it actually felt
quite soft for leather, but still swung hard enough to sting.  That was
followed by a couple of quick strokes back and forth across my bare arse
and I got a move on finishing up kneeling before the dark figure in the
corner, piss still dripping from my dirty naked body and a hard rubber ring
forcing my mouth permanently open for whatever might be required.  I should
have been perturbed at the very least but was actually half looking forward
to finally having a cock forced right down my throat.  I was just hoping I
wouldn't choke on it too badly for the other person to be dissatisfied.

Just then my head was wrenched upward again by somebodies hand in my hair
and that poppers bottle appeared under my nose.  I couldn't see it due to
my eyes looking upward to a glistening cock backed a pair of naked thighs
but I could sure smell it and inhaled happily.  Now I knew why the figure
had seems so indistinct and faded into the shadows.  Before me was a body
as naked as mine, probably only a few years older, if that. But where as
mine was slim, five foot nine inches, [with shoes on],near hairless apart
from a dirty blonde top and lightly tanned, his was at least six foot, well
built, curly dark hair and a skin colour dark as ebony apart from a pink
tip to his very dark, very hard, very masculine circumcised cock that I
knew was soon to breach my mouth and throat to an extent that had never
happened when playing around with school friends.  And I knew it was just
what I needed to help fulfill my fantasies and teach me how to serve.

'Do you want this?'  I grunted.  His accent wasn't local and yet wasn't
completely foreign.  Somewhere in between, deep and mellow and it sent a
shiver down my spine just to hear him speak those few words.

The hand in my hair pulled my head further back to look up in his face.  I
could just make out brilliant white teeth and a pair of dark eyes
reflecting the small amount of light entering from the dirty skylights.

'Do you think you cant take it?'  I shook my head.  What do you intend to
do about it then?'

'#ake eme,' I managed to grunt through the mouth gag.

'Really?'  I just nodded again, gazing up at his glistening body, his
smiling face, not just his mouth but now my eyes were becoming accustomed
to the poor light I could see his whole face was smiling down at the boy
his was about to violate.  Oh Yes!! This was my wildest fantasy, it
couldn't get any better.

Well!  So I thought.