jakoffwithme@yahoo.co.uk ICQ: 45862060
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It's been about two weeks since I wrote my first story in a while ('Refreshing Water') and now, thanks to a lot of encouragement from everyone who has written to me, I think it's about time I rounded up the number of stories I've written to 30. Hope you all like it.
Club Nights
My heart pounded like a sledge hammer in my chest as my eyes followed the figure as he disappeared around the corner. The summer breeze blowing on to my face wasn't enough to stop me sweating. I could feel my forehead suddenly become damp as small water droplets cascaded around my face. Still, I kept walking towards him.
It was dark and the alley way the guy had just walked into was very dimly lit. I could still hear the sound of the traffic racing along the busy road I was walking away from now. In the distance the strong, thumping sound of a drum beat indicated that the night was still young. There was an odd smell in the air. Sort of musky though not stale. It had the aroma of hundreds of young men that had worn the same path all through the years.
The pace slowed. I became aware of the sound of my footsteps on the gritty ground. Never once did my eyes move from the man in front. I watched his denim ass move in a uniform way with each step he took. His green silky shirt clung to his back in the clammy atmosphere. He had first caught my eye about and hour ago in the club. I thought that he looked about my age, 22. He was standing at the bar talking to his friends and periodically gulping at his beer.
I must have been paying a little too much attention because when I came to my senses briefly, he seemed to acknowledge me looking at him. I had felt myself go flush when I realised I'd been caught. Thankfully he wasn't about to come and ask me what my problem was. I took it as a sign to continue my gazing, albeit making them a little more subtle.
He smiled as he spoke. He gave me the impression of being groomed especially for this night out. It looked as if his black hair had only been cut, crew style, earlier today. His skin was so smooth, it must have been freshly shaven. It looked as if he had just stepped off the plane after spending weeks in the tropical sunshine. His complexion was tanned, a deep olive colour. The tone of his skin accentuated the brilliant whiteness of his teeth as he flashed another grin at one of his friends.
My eyes followed him as he briefly moved away from the group he was with. It looked to me as if he was ordering another round of drinks. He made a half hearted attempt to get the attention of the woman behind the bar, but in an instant spun round and his eyes met mine. I wanted to look away. I knew it would be all to obvious that I'd spent the last fifteen minutes checking him out. But it was like my mind was chained to something and I couldn't pull myself away. This was the moment my pulse started to climb.
This hunk, his eyes now trained on my own, now gave me one of those smiles that he'd been treating his friends to ever since I arrived. I could have melted on the spot. It's amazing how some people can turn you on by doing the most innocent of things. And this guy was seriously turning me on. My attention was drawn to his arm hanging loosely by his side as he lent against the bar with the other. He moved his hand towards his trousers. To his crotch to be more precise. He gently, yet visibly, clenched his hand around his package before letting it slip back to his side. Even with this briefest of glimpses, it looked impressive. He'd just given the age old sign. I was ready to respond.
Moving swiftly, the guy left the bar and headed towards the back exit. I made some excuse to my friends and followed in the general direction. The cool air hit me as I got to the back door. It was dark outside, my eyes took sometime to readjust. My head spun with all kinds of thoughts. My cock stirred inside my pants, telling me to keep going. I looked to my left up towards the main road. The noise of the traffic was being drowned out by the continuing drum beat from the club. The lights sped by, people on a night out, enjoying themselves.
I looked to my right. In the dim light I could see the man I'd been looking at. His shirt rippled over his body and his ass moved subtly as he strode purposefully down the small passage in between the two buildings. As soon as I saw him, I left the relative safety of the club behind me and followed him.
In my mind it was like I'd been walking forever. As if I was strangely magnetised by the denim clad ass of this guy in front of me. The beat of the drum continued, this time interspersed by the sound of my footsteps hitting the gritty floor. My cock seemed to throb in time with each of my steps. My boxer briefs were becoming a tight and uncomfortable prison for my meaty prick. I could all ready feel the moisture at the top of my dick as the head rubbed around the outside of my smooth thigh.
Finally my hunk reached the end of the passage way. A solid brick wall prevented us from going any further. I hesitated for a moment, holding back, waiting to see what he would do next. He did nothing. He simply walked up to the wall and stopped. From behind it looked like he could be another drunk pissing his money up the bricks. I knew differently. I walked up to him. I think I could hear my footsteps gathering pace as I approached my prize. At last my hands were within reach of his ass. I grabbed hold of both cheeks and squeezed.
The guy flinched a little as I made my first contact with him. I was right. The tightness of the denim really was showing off his cute bubble but. Firm and taught, probably from lonely nights spent at the local gym. They were definitely worth it though. I reached around to the front of him, thrusting my hips forwards and allowing my swollen cock to push ahead into the guy's ass. He lurched forward so that we were pressed up against the wall.
My fingers pressed against his jeans. I traced the outline of his massive hard dick. It must have been at least 8" long. Not too thick, just right. I groped at his balls. He moaned gently as I played with his low hanging sack through his jeans.
In an instant, he broke the invisible chain and spun himself around to face me. He was exactly as I remembered from inside the club. He smiled at me. More of a grin really. I grabbed hold of his waist and he did the same to me. I pushed my face straight into his and our lips met for the first time that night. Our tongues probed inside each other's mouths as I pushed forward into him before he wrestled my tongue back into my own mouth. I licked the rough surface of his tongue and then glided around the soft underside. Flicking, pushing, probing every inch of his mouth.
His lips pressed against mine. Creating a vacuum between us, soon filled by an exotic mixture of his salvia and mine. All this as we ground our bodies together. My dick pressed up against his. I swear I could feel him throbbing though the thick denim of his jeans. I flicked my tongue against his. Gently stroking it. I opened my eyes and watched this hunk for a moment. I didn't even know his name. Not that it mattered. Our actions were doing all the talking for us.
I felt his hands moved to my waist. He took hold of the buckle of my belt and clumsily tried to undo it. I lent him a hand, relieved that my prick would soon be set free from the aching confines of my boxer briefs. I heard the leather snap back. Reluctantly I pulled my crotch away from his. In these short few seconds I felt a longing to push myself up against this guy. It was like our bodies were drawn to each other like a pair of magnets. But this magnetism was just about to get interesting.
My loose cotton trousers dropped down to lie around my ankles. The hot stallion in front of me cupped my balls in his hand and squeezed through the tight cotton material. White CK boxers. I could feel them now damp with a combination of my precum and a masculine stickiness that had formed with my rising anticipation. Occasionally I got the odd faint smell of my own scent as it drifted up from around my hot crotch. He traced the line of my rock hard prick with his thumb and forefinger. I moaned gutturally into his mouth. Gently he nibbled on my lower lip before breaking our passionate kiss and snapping the pair of us around so that I was the one with my back to the wall.
At last I got a good look at this guy up close. He looked even better than he did when I was admiring him from afar in the club just a few moments before this. He looked as if he was maybe Spanish or Italian, possibly even a Greek god for all I knew. Very tanned skin. He grinned at me again. Flashing those rows of pearly white teeth. He had a dimple on his right cheek. For a moment he looked like a kid just out of school, big wide eyes taking in this whole new world. The sparkle in his eyes told a different story. He knew what he was doing. He'd been in this situation plenty of times before, but it was always nice to keep up that innocent pretence. It worked for me.
I kissed him once again. Square on the lips. I savoured his taste in my mouth for a few moments before my senses were overloaded again. He went straight to my neck. He sucked and licked the skin, making sure he was going to leave his mark. I didn't care either. All the time he continued lavishing attention on my cock. Rubbing it up and down, rather slowly and very deliberately. Teasing out more and more precum which soaked through the thin cotton and must by now have been smearing effortlessly all over his hand.
With his free hand he began unbuttoning my shirt. Soon I could feel the cool night breeze flowing over my naked skin as he parted the two sides and began to slide both of his hands over my body. I had been working out over the summer so I was in pretty good shape. The guy squeezed and rolled his hands all over my chest. Feeling my smooth pecs and playing with my nipples. He squeezed them between his fingers. They soon responded and stood up, hard, erect and ready.
It wasn't long before he obliged. His head moved down to my chest. Once again his hands went back to work on creating more and more tension inside my underwear. For my part I began to run my fingers through his very short dark hair. It was fluffy and felt like down against my finger tips. There wasn't much of it to hold on to though as I felt his lips clamp around one of my nipples and his tongue assault it. Flicking the sensitive skin over and over again. I writhed and moaned as volts of pleasurable electricity jolted from my chest and overloaded my brain.
By the time he moved on to the next one, I was pushing my cock right into his hand. I needed to get off. I wanted him to empty my balls whatever way he wanted. But this guy was determined to take his time. He spread his tongue over my nipple over and over again. Some of his saliva started to drip down my chest, before he sucked hard on it once again. Then came his tongue. Pressing down on it. Pushing it back into my chest. My fingers dug into his head as I held him close against my body. I didn't want these sensations to end. In the distance I could hear the drum beat, people, obviously drunk, chatted and sung loudly. None of them mattered.
His tongue traced down from my chest in a line from in between my pecs, to my navel. This time he was soft and sensual in the way he whirled his tongue around, gently and lightly. It tickled slightly as he continued his inevitable journey. After what seemed like forever, the face of this Mediterranean hunk was level with my crotch. I watched his wide eyes looking up at me again for a split second. Another smile. That dimple gave way to a smirk.
He brushed the hairs on my legs, up and down with just his finger tips. Sitting back on his heels. Just stirring straight at my cotton covered crotch. I knew that the material was soaking wet. I imagine that he could probably see straight through them. He was taking it all in. I could imagine behind where he was now. My balls tightly clenched rested in a big mound beneath my dick. Pointing straight up. The head of it pouring out precum into a huge damp patch somewhere around the waist band. Probably damp enough for him to be able to see the whole lot set against the background of my jet black pubes in the moonlight.
Just as I contemplated what my body must have looked like to him, he decided that it was time that the looking ended. Without any warning, he stopped brushing the hairs on my football player's legs and pressed his face deep into my crotch. He rested there for a moment. His mouth was open and he had my shaft between his lips. I could feel myself throbbing as I came into contact with his mouth. He seemed to be inhaling the scent of my crotch. My balls twinged slightly and for a moment I felt as if this was all it would take me to cum inside my shorts. Instead I yelled out loudly. If I had been bothered about keeping a low profile so as not to draw any attention to what we were doing, those thoughts soon went away.
He moved his lips up and down my shaft. I pushed myself forwarded. Trying to thrust my wet shaft into his mouth. But he was dictating the pace. I could only wait for him to bring me the relief I craved. I could feel every single movement he made with his lips on my dick. He pressed his lips straight against the head of my cock. Tasting my precum as it soaked through my boxers and smeared over his lips.
It seemed as if this was going on forever. So close to getting the skin on skin contact I needed, yet still separated by my undies. And it was starting to really hurt. It was as if he sensed what I was feeling. I thrust my hips forward again. This time actually crying out. Something muffled, probably not even words. Perhaps it was instinct. A guy calling out to another that he needed some help here. And so the help came. His hands moved to the waist band of my shorts. I moaned out again as I felt his fingers go inside the waist band. The tips of them just coming into contact with my thick bush of pubes. Grasping the sides of my shorts, he peeled them away from my sticky body.
My shorts went down around my ankles to join my trousers. And there I was. The scene was nearly completed. I had my back to the wall. My shirt was unbuttoned all the way down, exposing my chest and my stomach to the night air. My trousers and boxer shorts were around my ankles. Hairy legs on view. More importantly a guy squatted down in front of me as my dick was stiffer than ever before and my balls clenched tightly against my body, ready to unleash the biggest load of my young life.
He swung his hands around behind me and grabbed hold of my ass. He squeezed my firm cheeks as his tongue began licking and lashing against my body. He slithered up the inside of my thighs. First the left, lapping against my skin, rolling his tongue over a few stray hairs. I could feel his nose nuzzle against the side of my balls. Shivers went down my back as I felt him start to probe my ass crack as he moved on to my right thigh.
Gently stroking his fingers up and down my ass, he stopped paying attention to the inside of my thighs. Quickly I noticed him lean back on his heals a little way as he looked at the job still in front of him. Something must have clicked in his mind. Before I knew it my balls were being engulfed by his willing mouth. My tight sack tried to pull up even further inside me. It was almost as if I could feel my balls churning with juice as he expertly lavished his tongue over one of my soft orbs before moving on to the next.
It was if I could feel every course hair brushing against his lips as he kept the whole of my ball sac in his mouth. His tongue relentlessly swirled over and around. All the time his hands kept doing their work behind me. He began sucking hard on one of my balls as his fingers pressed around the entrance to my hole. I wanted to squat down on his fingers. I wanted him to open me up. I needed my chute to be filled up as he began his oral work on my other ball.
As much as I wanted this guy to stretch me out, that wasn't part of the game plan. At least not for the moment. He continued to work his fingers around and around the ring that made up my hole. Then he stopped. Breathless, I look down at this hunk. His face seemed to shimmer in the dim light of the moon. In this brief pause, the rush of warm air running over my body was so refreshing. Yet there was more still to come.
Fascinated, I watched as my hunk took his hands from my ass crack. He brought them to his face and inhaled deeply. I saw has he let one hand go to grope the obvious erection, still hidden behind his tight blue jeans. He took his fingers to his mouth and began to suck my intermit juices from them. Tasting me. I became painfully aware of what we were doing here. I went to take hold of my cock and stroked it a couple of times. Trying to relieve some of the pressure.
I'd been caught though. The guy looked up at me again and smiled, maybe slightly amused at my predicament. He licked the fingers that he'd just been using to grope himself with and brushed my hand away from my dick. He took hold of my swollen prick. Just holding it there in his hands for a few moments. It was as if he was gauging the power surging beneath my skin. The bright red head throbbed, wanting to be enclosed by his soft lips. I wanted to push deep into his warm wet mouth. I wanted to feel the skin of my shaft glide over his tongue and find its way deep down into his throat.
The guy moved forward once again. He let one of his hands go from my dick and I could see him start to rub himself once more through his jeans. Clenching my shaft tightly with his other hand, he moved it closer to his lips. I could feel the heat coming from his face, hitting the very tip of my prick. Then contact. He had his mouth closed as he pressed the head of my cock against his lips. He painted it around and around like he was applying lipstick or something.
I was being driven wild by the feeling of it. The small sides of my piss slit opened and closed quickly as he rubbed my cock all over his mouth. Precum continually leaked out and drizzled down his chin. As he opened his mouth I allowed myself to slip inside before he clamped his lips around the head of my shaft.
Groaning with pleasure, I felt as if millions of tiny sparks were running up and down my body, all coming from the head of my cock. He used his tongue to play with the tip, drinking my juice straight from the source. Rubbing his tongue all around the throbbing head of my dick, the guy took hold of my balls and began to massage them sensually.
The night breeze blew once more over my chest as I took hold of his head and pushed him further on to my cock. He didn't resist this action and allowed more and more of my shaft to enter into his mouth. I could feel his lips stretch wide as my cock slid past. The tip probed his damp opening as the rest of my cock felt like it was being wrapped up in a brilliantly soft chasm.
Soon I felt his nose nestled in my thick bush of pubic hair. My hands clasped his head firmly into my crotch. I ran my fingers through his short hair and lay back against the wall. My shirt fell open even further exposing my torso to the night. The air tickled at my hard nipples as I listened to the sound of this guy, my dick now firmly down his throat as he inhaled my scent. His chin scratched gently against my balls as his fingers continued their sensual massage of the back of my sac and right up in between my legs. He stroked the line of hairs that led the way to my crack. Once again he pushed a couple of fingers back there towards my ass hole. He probed around the outside of my entrance again for a few moment. Then with a load grunt, muffled somewhat by having my big fat prick down his throat, he jabbed his index finger deep into my ass. I cried out at the unexpected intrusion. Time to play.
I grabbed hold of his short hair and began to withdraw myself from his mouth. He kept his finger lodged in my hole and I could feel him start to coax another inside me. With my dick out of his mouth I let it slap him around the face. A mixture of his salvia and my precum spilled out on to him. I lapped at my dick as I waved it over his lips, before plunging it back inside. His teeth gently grazed over my soft skin as I forced my way back inside him. He got the message and went to work.
Moving my hands to feel his cheeks, a little stubble becoming obvious, I felt him start to bob his head up and down on my shaft. His tongue licked at my piss slit as he pulled his head back and again as he surged forward on my hot pole. I felt every single inch of my cock easing its way into the guy's mouth as he went back down on me again. And every single inch again as he slid it out.
He was becoming rhythmic, over and over again. My precum kept his lips moist as he continued his slow deliberate thrusts up and down on my dick. I looked down and watched, hypnotised as my cock disappeared in between those cherry red lips, only to appear again, getting redder and redder as he began to increase his pace. I could see him forcefully squeezing his own cock through his jeans. And I could feel him start to move his fingers in and out of my ass in time with his actions on my dick.
I needed to help him along so I began to slam my hips back and forth. He kept his fingers inside me, I impaled myself each time I pulled my cock out of his mouth. My senses soon became overloaded once more. I didn't know where to focus. Where was I getting the best sensations. Was it from his mouth on my cock that had been swollen and hard for at least the last twenty minutes? Or was it from my ass. His fingers stretching my hole out wide? I could feel every part of every bit of me. My senses heightened. In the distance the sound of people became a blur. The breeze seemed to pick up pace and jolted across my nipples every few seconds.
Pumping myself faster and faster into him. I started to loose control of the situation. My cock sped past his lips with tremendous speed. All the time his fingers continued working deeper and deeper inside me. I could feel my ass being stretched wider than ever before. I'd never managed to finger fuck myself with such force before. Yet this guy was managing it as the same time as having me pound his mouth with my hard prick. His tongue could no longer keep up as more and more of my precum spilled out and into his mouth. I could see it drip down onto the ground beneath us.
I flicked my head back and shut my eyes tight as I felt that age old indicator rising in my balls. I was getting close. I was moaning and shouting out that I was about to cum. He kept going. Actively pulled me towards his mouth my pushing one, two, three fingers deep into my hole. I gave out an animalistic scream as I rammed his head down onto my cock.
My balls twitched and contorted against his skin, pumping load after load of thick, creamy cum out and into his mouth. He took his fingers from my ass. Though he grasped onto my ass cheeks. Probably to support himself, but also to stop me from moving away from him. My dick was amazingly sensitive as I continued to shoot my load into his mouth. I felt him lap up every last drop with his tongue. His throat gulped down more and more of my cum. I jerked at every swallowing action he made. More of his mouth rubbing against my all ready softening dick.
I took hold of his head in my hands. He remained close up against my crotch. I could feel myself almost completely soft in his mouth. Although I didn't want to, my prick was so sensitive by now that I had no choice but to pull myself out of him. He dropped his hands down my legs and stroked my hairy calves for a few moments. I lifted his chin up and smiled at him. With my eyes I tried to draw him up towards me.
He obliged and got to his feet. This time he wrapped his arms around my head and drew our faces together. Our lips met again. This time much slower. We pressed our bodies up against each other as our tongues exchanged juices. Over and over again I could taste my cum. On his tongue as they flicked against each other and in his mouth as I swirled around him, eating every bit of him out.
As the air filled with the sound of our mouths gently lapping against each other, and the scent of sex hung heavy, I reached between us and went for his belt. Quickly I undid the buckle and pulled the metal buttons apart. Pushing the denim down from his hips I reached a hand to the front of his shorts. They were soaked.
I reached my hand in and took hold of his dick. Still impressive even though it was soft. His cum covered all of his crotch. The sticky cream coated his limp dick and his hairy balls. I pushed his short down the rest of the way to his ankles. Instinctively he kicked off his jeans and his soaking boxer shorts. The pair of us sank down the wall to the floor. He rested gently on my thigh. Naked from the waist down. Both of our crotches covered in cum. The night air continued to blow around and in between us.
jakoffwithme@yahoo.co.uk ICQ: 45862060
Number 30 is done then. It was supposed to be a short story, but it turned into something of an epic. One of those ones that was as much fun to write as hopefully it was to read. It's taken a bit of time though -- I had to keep stopping every so often. I'll leave the reason to your imaginations! If you liked it, let me know. Either ICQ or plain old email is good for me. If you haven't had the URL of my site also, please let me know and I'll pass it on to you. - Jak