DARK AND DIRTY
Uploaded to Pink Triangle by Mark Ashley It was strangely dark, strangely quiet. The atmosphere was electric. All that could be seen were dim, unformed shadows. Slight movement. Whispers. Cloth against cloth. The descent of a zip. Suckings. And the unmistakeable sound of a cock plunging, then withdrawing. Danny moved into the cottage. He stood stock still in the centre of the small building. He'd give his eyes time to adjust to the gloom. Give his ears time to seek out the action. Wait. At the row of urinals along one wall, a chorus of sex-hungry guys were coupling or wanking alone. Danny could see what was going on. It was difficult however for him to make out faces, shapes. He didn't want to make a mistake. He didn't want to find himself outside in the glare of the street lights with an unattractive guy when he felt sure that there were beauties for the taking here tonight. So, he bided his time. He waited. Eventually, of course, the shape of the hungry bodies began taking recognisable shapes. An overweight guy in full leather. A stringy beanpole of a guy with an American baseball jacket. And two guys who caught Danny's interest and sent the blood rushing to his cock. They were up one end in the farthest of the urinals from the door. They played their solitary game of seduction. Keeping an eye out for danger, they stared at each others cocks. Both were milking them vigorously - Danny could make out the movement, though a good view of the two organs eluded him as yet. He moved over behind them. Yes, he'd been right. Here were a couple of guys who could fuck him whenever they wanted. One was tall, sandy-haired. He wore a green army jacket and faded levis which were now half way down his muscular legs. The other was slight. A compact almost thin body showed clearly through his body hugging T-shirt. His trainer shorts were pulled down, leaving his arse completely exposed. Danny focused on that crack as the thin guy bent over to take the sandy-haired guy's cock in his mouth. Danny only caught a flash of the guy's member - thick and straight with a large glistening knob. The mouth closed over the cock and the suckee put his hands to the sucker's head and pulled it forcefully towards him. The cock disappeared down the thin guy's throat. Danny was working his cock into a frenzy through his faded denims. At this sight he tugged down his zipper and flattened a hand onto his full, jerking cock. He eased his jeans down over his haunches and pulled the cotton material of his jock to one side. His cock bounced out into the midnight air. He spat on his hand. He took hold of his cock. Three pumps and the eight-incher was up, ready, waiting. He milked it a while, savouring the sight of these two dogs on heat, these hunters in the sexual jungle. But his cock cried out to be lost up that arse. That arse that was uplifted towards him, ready for penetration. The guy was still mouth-stuffed with cock. He still rocked to a steady climax-inducing motion. He still fed more of the other guy's cock into his mouth. Danny moved closer. His upright cock brushed against the cheek of the sucker's arse. The body tensed, sensing the touch of sex on his arse. But he did not move away, he did not break the rhythm of his sucking. He gave Danny a clear assent. Danny spat on his hand again. He worked the spit over his long shaft. Then he moved forward again. Further. Until his cockhead felt the closing-in of the guy's buttocks. Danny moved his knob up and down the crack of the guy's arse. Searching out the hole. Readying himself for his plunge. As the pulsating cock touched the sucker's opening, his body tensed again. Danny felt slight pressure on his knob. The guy had moved backwards, perhaps only a centimetre or two, onto Danny's pole. He needed no more encouragement. He grasped his cock firmly with one hand. The other he placed on the thin guy's buttocks. Steadying himself thus, his cock sought out the hole. A wonderful rush of sexual headiness hit him as the arse opened in readiness for the plunge of his cock. In one deep thrust, Danny forced his cock deep within the sucker. He did not break rhythm in his ministrations of the tall guy. He sucked harder. Deeper, as Danny started his countdown to sexual oblivion. Thrust, thrust... Danny's cock buried itself ever deeper into the guy's insides. He moaned. The arse was tight, well muscled. He shafted the warm wet hole in awe at the guy's perfect timing. The thin guy was sucking the standing stranger's cock with ever more intensity. The guy being sucked was obviously near orgasm, for he moaned and shook uncontrollably. Danny was near too. His urgent thrusts buckled the body beneath him. His head swam in an ocean of heightened awareness. But he was not so lost in this maelstrom to ignore all thoughts of the guy whose arse his cock had found refuge. He reached a hand around the lean guy's body and sought out his cock. It was ramrod stiff. Danny ran a hand up and down the guy's pole. It was lubricated ready by a pearl of the guy's pre-cum juice. Danny slid his hand up, down, up down. Quickly, slowly, tantalisingly. The fucker stropped the bloke's cock till he heard the familiar grunt of nearing orgasm. Then he went wild. He plunged his cock deeper, harder, faster into the guy's arse. The guy being sucked shivered and let out a deep low wheeze. His knees buckled as the spunk poured into the thin guy's mouth. The thin guy came immediately. Gobs of his spunk splattered over the tall guy's jeans and trainer shoes. And Danny was right behind them. His spunk shot up his shaft and overflowed into the warm tight hole. The thin guy, still with gallons of spunk in his mouth, felt a whole new consignment of the stuff unload itself in his insides. He trembled, shaking with spent lust. Danny withdrew his cock from the arse as the tall guy withdrew his from the mouth. The guy in shorts stood up. "Thanks," he said, and was gone.