"Journeyman" belongs to NBC and Kevin Falls, among others. "Torchwood" belongs to the BBC and Russell Davies. This is a work of fiction and has nothing to do with these actors in their personal lives. I'm not making anything from this story.
Don't read this story unless you are 18 or older. If you have a problem with homosexuality, don't read the story. In real life, use condoms.
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Dan Vassar was talking to his wife about their water bill. She was in the middle of a sentence, and then...
The music was so loud and he was so hazy, at first Dan had no idea where he was. All he knew was movement. Dancing. He hadn't danced in years, and that was only at his wedding. He wasn't a dancing guy.
Then he realized he was dancing with other men. Men in tight jeans and leather shorts or in some cases, nothing at all.
Someone's crotch began grinding against his ass. He was going to say something, if he ever got his tongue out of the roof of his mouth, when some man with a very thick beard grabbed him for a very rough kiss. As they got closer, Dan realized the man also had a very thick cock.
Dan was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but within a few minutes the t-shirt was gone and the jeans were being undone by someone's teeth. Other teeth were attached to his nipples. He wanted to say something, anything, but every word became a moan into the bearded man's mouth. Soon the kiss was broken, but no sooner did he ask, "WHERE AM I?" did a set of hands press his mouth against another mouth. The boy he was now kissing looked to be straight off the farm, no older than 18 or 19, and scared to death. Dan knew the feeling. He felt sorry for this young man, he felt a bond with him, and to his surprise, began to genuinely kiss the boy.
By this time, the hands and mouths had stripped Dan completely naked and were thoroughly absorbed in giving him as much attention as possible. He groaned as he felt someone's stubbled face spread open his cheeks and dive facefirst into his virgin hole. Meanwhile, two other mouths were at work on his cock, sharing his 8 inches between them, each licking from his base all the way to the large purple head.
He screamed as he felt the fingers and tongue in his anus replaced by a cock. He wanted to say he had never done this before. He wanted to say he was straight, and this was some mistake. Instead, he felt so damn good. And then more hands were at his nose, giving him poppers, making him take a hit to ease the upcoming pain. After the initial fucking began, his prostate started feeling the sensations and he was lost in a sea of anonymous bliss.
Just as he began to turn his attention to the boy again, the boy was pulled away from him. As Dan began to cry out...
2007 again. Dan was alone in his apartment. His wife had left a note, telling him she'd gone to work.
That was the weirdest journey yet. He hadn't known the time, or the place, but he assumed he must have been somewhere with a lot of gay sex.
Dan had accepted that part of his role in life now was traveling through time to fix some problem, but he usually had more to go on than this. All that was left for him were questions.
He was naked now, and his ass felt sore. He turned the shower on to clean himself up. Putting shampoo on a few of his fingers, he reached to pay special attention to his hole, and began to moan at the pleasures he was giving himself. He'd always heard that anal sex was pleasurable, but never really thought about participating.
Meanwhile, he rapidly fisted his cock, his forehead pressed against the shower wall as he finished himself off. Soon, he blew a load into the drain.
Dan felt very tired now. All he really wanted was a nap. Sleep came easily enough, but after a few hours, someone knocked on his door. Reluctantly, he put on his boxer briefs and answered the knock.
The man on the other end of the door was a dashing figure, with a dazzling smile, sparkling brown eyes, short yet very shiny brown hair, and he was dressed head-to-toe in black, with a black leather overcoat to complete the picture. He gave Dan a lewd once-over as he opened the door.
"Can we talk?"
Dan felt like he should slam the door in this guy's face, but he didn't.
"Oh good. This will be easier. So when did you start traveling through time?"
Dan's mouth fell open, which only seemed to please the stranger further.
"I like that look on you. Sorry to be so rude. My name is Captain Jack Harkness. I'm also a traveler. I run Torchwood. You've probably never heard of it, we haven't really gained a foothold in the States yet. We sort of keep an eye on crazy supernatural phenomena. And I'm VERY glad I get to keep an eye on you."
The stranger...Jack looked at Dan from head to toe, and it was only then that Dan remembered he was nearly naked. He blushed, and put his hands over his package, which fortunately for Jack only further pointed out what a big tool Dan had in his shorts.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Any of this. Just leave, please."
Jack smirked at him as he removed his leather coat. Soon his suit jacket followed.
"Oh, you're the strong, silent type, huh? I like that. More fun."
As Jack talked, and talked, and talked, he never stopped removing clothing. His suspenders slid down, his crisp white shirt untucked and unbuttoned. His well-shined shoes kicked off, along with black socks. His dark trousers unzipped and placed on top of his shirt and jacket. He didn't wear underwear. Jack had a thick cock, about 8 inches, like Dan's, only uncut. Jack pulled at the foreskin.
"Caught ya looking."
Dan blushed again. Soon he had no time for blushing because Jack had grabbed him for a very passionate kiss. Dan didn't even protest. He wanted this stranger, whoever he was, to take over for him and tell him what was going on.
Unfortunately, just as the good stuff started, he felt himself being pulled away again...