Nights provide a curtain on inhibitions for many.
Now the signs of the night appear: bars closed, cabs returning those who over indulged, stragglers trying not to appear out of control to predators and police as they return home, bar backs stacking cases by dumpsters, traffic fading, empty intersections illuminated by wasted traffic lights, distant sirens, street sweepers on overtime, helicopters making last minute trips and lonely older people walking dogs.
Stan sighs heavily as he walks. He loves to walk day or night. But insomnia, unsolved problems and self examination spur him on long walks at 3 am.
As he strolls through the community without street lights, silhouettes appear back lit by the lights in their apartments, porches or yards. Some offer brief faces lit by the yellow glow of their cigarettes. Others stare out into the night, perhaps looking at other silhouettes or staring into space as they inhale the quiet.
Stan sees them on balconies moving slow, their bare skin obvious by the lack of shape disguised by clothing. He sees two inside their living rooms embracing and pressing lips. He sighs again fantasizing as he moves on.
A whispered word is thrown his way and Stan sees the dark shape leaning over the edge of their balcony on high. He stops and looks up waiting for another word afraid to speak and wake those who might hear from lower floors. Stan moves on.
A police car drives by neither fast nor slow.
"Probably end of shift" Stan whispers to himself as he walks onward.
He feels the crumbled tissue in his pocket on which a smeared ink scribble of name and numbers wasted their time.
Stan didn't know the guy. The tissue and a free beer was provided. He looked around and smiled back at a tall Latino guy who nodded. He had no intention of trying to decipher the number or dial it.
"Hey" the voice was husky. The silhouette was slim. Stan stopped and listened for more.
"Got a match?" the question wasn't an original line but an easy one to say and hear. Stan walked closer with his lighter held out. As he flicked it to create the flame, Stan could see the bare skin on the torso of the guy.
"Thanks" he said and inhaled first then offered the joint to Stan.
Stan took it and inhaled as well. A free beer and a free drag on a joint added up to a nice night.
The guy sat on the steps awaiting Stan to return the joint. He reached up as Stan did what he expected.
"Sit" he said as the joint returned to his lips.
Stan did that. It was then he realized the guy was young, slim and totally naked.
"Do this often?" Stan asked as he accepted the joint for a second inhaling.
"Nobody cares at 3 am" the voice said and punctuated it with a chuckle.
"T shirt" Stan offered
"What?"
"That would make a good t shirt, nobody cares at 3 am"
More quiet laughter.
"Hell I've gotten fucked out here and nobody said anything" he added taking the joint back.
The thought of having sex in public places always aroused Stan. Perhaps sitting next to a naked guy getting stoned aroused him more. He wasn't sure.
Stan peeled his own t shirt off. "feels good" he said as the night air cooled by the time of night enveloped him.
"Yea" the guy leaned back and fluffed his genitals. Stan's pupils were open wide so the sight of the guys erection was easy to see.
"Wanna do something here or inside?" the guy asked as he played with his erection knowing Stan was watching.
"Hell why not?" Stan said
The guy stood and walked to the side of the building. "Back door here"
Stan followed the guy wondering if he should strip naked too. What would it feel like? Would anybody see them? Would they call the police? Did anybody indeed care at 3 am?
He went through the door stopping when the guy turned back towards him and reached for his belt.
Stan let the figure strip him of the rest of his clothing. It was easy since he only wore cargo shorts. There was no underwear or socks to deal with. He stepped out of his slip-ons.
The hands explored him. Stan reached to confirm his nighttime eye measurements. The breathing got heavier and louder as they moved closer. Lips widened and tongues explored each other.
Stan let himself be pulled to the floor and felt the legs resting on his shoulders. There was no need to ask what the guy wanted.
The cool breeze from the still open door swept across his back.
"Rubber in my pocket" Stan said. The guy mumbled something then fumbled around. Stan felt the fingers that had moved over his own erection return and fit a condom over it.
He was safe. He was horny. He wasn't as needy as the guy on the floor but it was free, without conversation, concerns, politics or other negotiations.
Stan's cock felt squeezed as he pressed into the orifice that practically absorbed him.
He heard the sigh and whispered prayers to god.
Stan gyrated feeling his encased penis moved through the tight grip of the guys sphincter.
"Shit yea, you are huge" the whisper almost became full voice.
Stan knew his cock wasn't huge at all, at least not by porn standards. It was average length but a bit thick. He wished for two or three more inches in length so the looks in the gym locker room would linger a bit more. Too, added length would be more easily defined through the shorts he wore when jogging after work and solicit some flirtatious smiles of passers by.
"Fuck me hard man" the voice begged.
Stan propped himself on the floor and tried to do as the pleasing partner requested. He jammed into the upturned flesh to hear the moaned whispers and began to piston harder and faster.
He liked pleasing another guy be it this way or orally. He had knelt in front of a needy cock and lay face down biting the pillow as the stereotypical bottom.
Stan had watched as his own thick cock was licked and sucked and had curled himself around a bed partner holding him passionately while inside.
He fucked harder and harder. It was late, there was no need to prolong this into a romantic, multiple insertion, expectation of second or dream of a third eruption.
Stan only hoped for the doorway he usually passed through to visions that had impressed themselves into his brain from earlier encounters. That round buttock he stared at in the gym, the impressive chest he saw at the store, the steel gray eyes that smiled at him in the mail room or the photos from the magazines that proclaimed his gayness on the coffee table at home began to play on the movie screen of his brain.
He sighed knowing the rest of his time inside the anonymous sex partner would be sensations that enabled Stan to enjoy those fantasies again as he had when his hand or an occasional partner enabled him to do that.
"Shit man harder" the voice said almost bringing Stan back to reality. He was pissed off at the interruption and displayed his reaction responding the way he had been requested.
"God" the voice said in appreciation as Stan slammed his curly hair covered crotched against the smooth taint he slammed. His hand had appreciated the naturally or shaven skin already.
Eruption is both sainted and natural. The round gland inside him flattened as it's contents had been forced out through the fleshy tunnel and into the unnatural bag that covered his cock.
It would fill up again probably as Stan walked the night protected streets after he left.
The guys hand pulled the sheathe off and squeezed his penis making Stan jump.
"Nice" the voice whispered into his face as their lips met again. The lips and tongue thanked him for whatever pleasure the guy had enjoyed.
"Thank YOU" Stand said in a non whispered voice.
"Shhhh my folks are asleep" the voice said.
Stan felt an instant panic. "Was this a kid? Some horny teenager who he would nickname jailbait in his brain? Would the kid like most his apparent age want a second assault?"
"Gotta go" the voice said ending Stan's concern about the last thought.
"You live here" Stan said in a whispered attempt to offer humor to their intimacy.
"Funny" perhaps a better compliment then the kids expressed thanks.
Stan stood and felt his partner lift his leg and pull the shorts up his bare legs. The hands toyed with his ballsac and softened penis as the shorts were put back in place and zipped up the fly.
"Thanks" Stan said taking the t shirt and throwing over one of his bare shoulders before turning to leave.
He stepped out into the night air.
"Hey" the voice said very close to him and Stan turned to find himself in the clutch. The kiss was expressive, serious and passionate. Stan returned the passion feeling the arms around him especially warm.
"Want another joint?" the voice offered.
The night air flowed across him as Stan sat totally naked on the landing. His thigh felt the kids' as they whispered comments about the night, the naked guys that walked dogs the guy had seen and finally the eventual parting.
Stan pulled his shorts back on and let the kid take the t-shirt from him. His opened pupils watched the guy put the shirt on and found the sight of his bottom half naked arousing.
The taste of a cock isn't definitive. It's based more on the fantasies in one's brain then the actual taste buds. The kids' precum was sweet though.
Stan hoped for some silhouetted form to walk by and stop to watch him show his appreciation for the pot, the fuck, the kiss and the company. But nobody came by.
Perhaps someone watched from a window or a balcony across the street. Perhaps the kids' parents peeked from behind a window blind to discover their half naked son getting a blowjob by another male.
Then there was the feat of that cop car driving by again. They would stop and interrupt or even discover that Stan was having sex with a minor. He would blush as the story of his arrest was spread around the police station, in the papers and in his office before he was fired.
"Coming" the voice said and Stan felt the gushed streams splatter over his face and chest as he had pulled back from the cock that had resided in his mouth.
"Nice" the voice said not hesitating to kiss him perhaps in an attempt to see if any of his sperm had landed on Stan's tongue.
"Want your shirt?" the voice said.
Stan let his t shirt absorb the moisture. The aroma would fill his nostrils as he walked home and lay on his bed attempting to enjoy the past hour again while his hand imitated the tight grip the kid's butt hole had on him.
"Don't worry I'm 19" the voice said "Live at home and go to college" the voice offered more proof that Stan wasn't headed to a future of membership in NAMBLA.
"Good for you" Stan said knowing he meant the age as well as the kids scholastic pursuits.
"Can't get into bars, I look too young. So it's this or my hand" the kid said.
Stan's arm was around the naked shoulders letting the birthday suited kid walk him back to the sidewalk.
"I'm here late like this almost every weekend, sometimes other nights" the kid said.
"I'll remember" Stan was truthful, he would remember. He always remembered the chance encounters that a late night walk could offer.
"You better get back inside" Stan said as the naked kid was more visible on the sidewalk from the moonlight.
He did look younger even in the shadowed hour.
"Hey nobody cares at 3 am" the kid laughed at the repeated slogan.
"Gotta get a t shirt with that on" Stan said as he kissed the youthful lips again.
He walked away and turned back to see the shadow figure jacking his obvious penis in full view of anyone who cared to watch.
"Ah youth" Stan said tempted to stand and watch as well.
But the hour was late, the darkness enveloped him and the opportunities existed yet as Stan had blocks to walk before he was in his own bed waiting for the fantasies to return.
"Nobody cares at 3 AM? Hell I care" he said to nobody in particular.