An Ideal Husband -- Part 2 written by Jon Rosco - jonrosco69@gmail.com
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......... END OF PART 2 .....................
It was good to feel the cool night air on my face. It was nearly 10 and it was dark. My mind was racing, full of thoughts. I admit I had been used like that before I moved to London. The first time I went to a cruising area back home I was stripped naked and sucked 7 dicks -but that's another story- but this was supposed to be different. This was meant to be a date. I was quickly brought back to my senses as a pair of hands grabbed from my shoulders and dragged me to an alleyway nearby.
"Pretty tourist lost in the slums! Give me your money know dude!"
Fuck! He had a knife
......... PART 3 .....................
I couldn't believe that after all I had been through I was getting mugged. He pushed me against the wall and ordered me to give him money. Unfortunately for him and more so for me, I only had 10 quid - and dreaded leaving the tip I had earned earlier behind. I told him I had no money on me and begged him to leave.
"Fuck you man! Give me your phone!"
"But ..."
"I said give me your fucking phone!"
And like a loser with no other choice, I took out my phone and gave it to him.
"And the 10 quid ... "
Geez ... what a mother-fucking asshole, I thought. My mind was racing about how I was gonna get home with no money, how I was going to replace my phone? I was a student on a budget with a low-income part-time job to keep me going.
"Leave him alone Carlos."
I turned and there he was ... Juan.
"You know this guy?"
"I fucked his ass, so I guess I do! Hands off!"
In a Disney fairytale, this was the heteronormative damsel-in-distress scenario with Juan being my knight in shining armour but in this scenario I have no clue what role to give us.
"Fuck you man", Carlos said as he reluctantly loosened his grip on me.
"Here's my rent. You don't need his cash .. or phone!"
Carlos gave me my stuff back whilst Juan gave him 300 quid in cash. Wait a minute! This fucker was Juan's landlord? How twisted is that.
"I guess we're square!" said Juan still looking straight at Carlos with piercing eyes.
"Well I would have made an extra 200 quid off that iPhone - you owed me the rent anyway!"
"Fuck off man!"
"No need to be so defensive man. I won't touch your bitch ... but I do know how you can make it up!"
At this point I had no clue what was going on except that I was glad that Juan was there and I got my phone (and 10 quid) back. Juan slowly approached Carlos. My heart stopped. I barely knew the guy but I did not want him to get into a fight because of me! Then Juan went down on his knees and started unzipping Carlos' pants. I was shocked. Juan was going to blow off the guy who mugged me in a side alley. And he actually did. He uncovered Carlos' 7 inch fat cock, held it in his hand and started kissing the head and slowly moved to licking the shaft. He was worshipping my mugger's cock and boy was Carlos enjoying it. Juan proceeded to sucking Carlos' massive balls one at a time whilst he stroked his cock with one hand. His tongue led the way back to the cock head and it was then that Juan engulfed the cock he was worshipping. He started going down at a slow speed while looking Carlos in the eye. His moans and the slurping noises Juan was making were turning me on. My mind was telling me this was wrong but my dick had a brain of its own as it stood to full attention in my pants. The guy I just had a date with was shamelessly blowing the guy who tried to mug me in an alley in London. How fucken twisted was that. Twisted but fucking horny. I was sweating profusely at this point - enjoying the sight before me. Carlos picked up on this as he looked me in the eye, winked and smiled all-the-while grabbing Juan's head with both hands and pushed him down on his cock. Carlos picked up speed and facefucked Juan whilst keeping the eye-contact with me. He was looking straight into my soul, my twisted, perverted soul and he was enjoying it. My hand automatically reached for the tent in my pants which I started rubbing as Carlos continued fucking Juan's face more ferociuosly. I could feel my pants dampening and Carlos licked his lips and blew me a kiss. Then he broke the eye contact - he was close. His body stiffened and he started grunting and thrusting rhythmically into Juan's face. The guy was cumming down his throat whilst still securely holding onto Juan's face. His orgasm subsided and he let go of Juan's head. Juan on the other hand kept sucking the spent cock.
"That's it! Good bitch! Clean my cock!"
Carlos breathing was heavy, recuperating from what must have been an amazing orgasm. I was wet - as wet as a teenage boy hitting puberty. After a minute or two, Juan let go of the cock he was sucking and stood up whilst Carlos packed his manhood away.
"Now we're square!", said Carlos as he walked past by me, leaving Juan and me alone in the alley.
"I guess that was a pretty fucked up date", said Juan, breaking the awkward silence between us.
"You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to. I got you into this mess."
Juan moved close to me. He smiled. I did not know what to say, all I knew was my blood was boiling and I had this unexplainable energy craving to burst out of me.
I just reach out to him and kissed him - a long, deep, wet kiss whilst grabbing his head. He grabbed mine as our tongues interlocked in a passionate kiss.
I don't know what got over me; maybe I was grateful for him saving me from the mugging, or maybe I was just horny from the scene I had just witnessed, or maybe I wanted to taste Carlos' cum in Juan's mouth. But at that moment all I wanted to do was kiss this horny fucker, who had just stood up to me. And I did!
... TO BE CONTINUED!