It all started with a hook-up. I was working away in Sheffield and the conference ended much earlier than the train that work had booked me on left, so I had a couple of hours to kill. I fired up Scruff and unusually for me, got a message straight away. Even more unusually, he looked at least half-decent. We started chatting, I explained my situation and he suggested coming round seeing as it was absolutely pissing it down outside. I promised to bring a couple of beers, went to the nearest off-licence and made my way to the address he'd helpfully sent me through Google maps.
It was one of those gated things where you have to ring the bell to even get to the area outside the apartment block. Balancing the bag I keep my work stuff in and the plastic bag with the cans of beer, I rang the bell, heard John's voice for the first time and again when I actually got to the building. He buzzed me in again and told me to get the lift to the 5th floor. As the lift doors opened I saw him in standing in his apartment door, giving me a sympathetic look when he saw my dripping clothes. "You're wearing a suit" he noted. "Yes, I wasn't joking, I really did come to Sheffield for work. I was working at an exhibition." I explained. He told me to come in and said, not to be too forward but I might actually quite like to take my wet things off? It did seem a bit fast but he was right, my trousers were clinging to my legs and the water was seeping through my jacket to my shirt. He wasn't wearing much more than sweatpants and a t-shirt himself so I actually also felt a bit overdressed. I took off my damp clothes and sat down in my t-shirt and boxer shorts. At last I had time to look at him. His online pictures were true to his real life face and body. He hadn't lied about his age either by the looks of it. His profile said 45 (same age as me) and if anything I would have guessed a couple of years younger. He'd shaved his head like many balding men do and though it may have just been giving in to the inevitable, he did look sexy with it. He wasn't super trim but I don't go in much for muscles anyway. A pair of sturdy, hairy legs were almost touching mine.
We had a nice conversation but I was conscious that even from this flat close to the train station I didn't have that much time. Just as I was trying to think of ways to either steer us towards the bedroom or leave it at the nice conversation he rather surprisingly took things up a few gears. "I would really like to kiss you." he announced. Without a word in reply I just gave him a passionate kiss. His stubble scratched my clean shaven chin in a nice way. After what felt like hours and clearly made him as hard as me, we slowly separated. He took off his clothes and I followed suit. His cock was nice, not too big and very straight. He took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. Walking slightly behind him I noticed his arse covered in hair. There's something about a hairy backside that always gets me going.
As we got to the bedroom he asked me if I wanted any poppers and I gratefully accepted. Getting that familiar warm, horny feeling I told him about my hairy arse fetish and asked if I could rim him. "You read my mind" he grinned and lay down on the bed. I took a proper look at this gorgeous arse and then carefully spread his cheeks with my hands. There is nothing in the world that compares to that scent you get from between a man's butt cheeks. I slowly brought my face closer, started licking his crack and eventually found his inviting, warm hole. I must have been doing something right as he started to moan when I started teasing it with my tongue. I was now fully into this. Just trying to get my tongue that little bit deeper, making him groan that little bit more. He was clearly into this but wanted to move on. "Fuck me", he practically begged me. It was what I had come for so I reluctantly withdrew my tongue, lubed his hole up and slowly started to push in. After some initial tightness his hole relaxed and took my hole cock. "Fuck that's good!" he encouraged me. It took me a while to find my rhythm but once I hit my stride it felt fantastic. He was clearly enjoying himself as well and wanted it faster, harder, more intense. I was pounding his arse with all my strength while he was wanking himself in tandem. "I'm gonna cum!" I shouted just as he was squirting his juice all over the bedding. I followed suit and after I pumped his arse full of my cum, slowly withdrew.
I still had some time until my train so we just lay there in each other's arms and talked. He told me that his boyfriend was a bottom so he was normally the top but he enjoyed being fucked every once in a while. We were talking about sex in general and what we liked and I said I was really into rimming. "I can tell" he grinned. I said other than vanilla stuff the only kink I had was watersports. John said Ravi, his boyfriend, did too but he wasn't keen. Ravi had heard about this club SOP in London but was a bit reluctant to go on his own and there was no way John was going to go with him. "Maybe I should take him" I joked but he said: "Why not? I'll suggest it to him." By now it was time for me to go so after one last kiss I got my things and went to the train station.
I didn't expect to ever hear from John again but that same night I got a text saying he'd talked to Ravi, and he was really into the idea of going to SOP together. Would I still be up for it? I hadn't been to London for a while and it seemed like fun so I threw caution to the wind and said yes. It's a Sunday afternoon thing so if you're not from London it's a bit awkward but as luck would have it, it was only three weeks until the May bank holiday so we decided to go then. I said it might be a good idea to meet up before making definitive plans so they came over to Manchester and we had a meal. Ravi turned out to be younger, early twenties maybe. He was Asian, and seriously good looking. Wearing a t-shirt, I could tell from his arms that he was hairy, there was even a tuft of hair sticking out the neck of the t-shirt. We had a really good time. To save money, Ravi and I were going to share a room and we would only go for that one night. I'd go over to Sheffield and then we'd take the train down to London together.
The day arrived and I made my way to Manchester Piccadilly station. I had a bit of time in Sheffield so went out of the train station to wait for Ravi. He and John came, had a last kiss and John said: "Do anything I wouldn't do" with a wink. Once we found our seats and put away our luggage (Ravi's t-shirt riding up and revealing a gorgeous black welcome mat), we had a nice chat, and then Ravi said: "I thought we might start to fill up" and produced two cans of lager. We toasted each other and started drinking. It wasn't long before the beer had made its way south. He went to the toilet with his beer still in his hand. Coming back he offered it to me. The can was now warm. I grinned and took a big gulp. It tasted really nice. "You little devil" I whispered in his ear and told him to drink his own as well which he was only too willing to do.
We checked in to our twin room. There wasn't really much time to freshen up so we both just grasped the clothes we were going to wear and headed straight out again. As we got to the nondescript door without any signs or anything, Ravi said: "There's no way I would have found this without you." As we walked down the steps, a waft of piss smell hit us. A guy was just handing in his clothes bag. It was my turn next. I paid my entrance, got a bin bag for my `ordinary' clothes and was told to get changed in the area between the bar and the toilets. I waited for Ravi to do the same and then walked him over to the changing area. I changed into a Manchester City replica shirt and shorts and waited for Ravi to get changed. It seemed all he was going to wear was a jock strap. My suspicions were correct: there was black hair all over his chest, back and legs, and the hairiest arse I'd ever seen. I couldn't help staring.
We handed in our bin bags and made our way to the bar. I got us the first round of beer. There was a guy, maybe in his late 50s who was also wearing a City shirt. I grinned at him and said hello. Ravi grinned at me as well and said: "I can see you found a friend. I'm going to mingle a bit." I said to him authoratively: "Do whatever you want but your first load of piss is mine." He grinned in agreement.
As I got chatting to Dave -- as it turned his name was -- about City's season, I found myself not for the first time suddenly more interested in football than sex. Dave must have felt similarly for a while but then I felt his hairy hand playing with the back of the elastic of my shorts. We were still discussing tactics and what Pep Guardiola should do next as he slowly but surely made his way down my crack. Eventually he found my hole. Rather than sticking his finger in he just gently rubbed it up and down and up and down until I couldn't take it anymore. In the middle of a sentence about City's prospects in Europe I interrupted myself and said: "Please keep doing that." He must have noticed the bulge in my shorts by now. Without asking he pulled them down and my cock sprang to attention. He told me to bend over and started licking my hairy hole as gently as he had rubbed it earlier.
At that moment Ravi came over and said: "Oh, sorry you're obviously busy." But I said: "Ready when you are mate!" so he pulled down his jockstrap and dangled his cock in front of me. I didn't need any more encouragement. While Dave was still rimming me, my mouth found Ravi's soft cock, just as he started pissing and I started swallowing. It was the best piss I'd ever tasted. When he had finished, I turned round and told Dave to kiss me so that he could taste it too and I could taste my own hole. He didn't need any encouragement. He was a really good kisser but I noticed Ravi felt surplus to requirements and wandered off.
A few people had gathered around us to watch. They were about to see even more. From somewhere Dave produced a bottle of lube and started massaging it into my hole. I tried to open wide as he entered me and slowly started his rhythmic pumping. While three or four guys were wanking themselves around me, another guy came up to me and offered me more piss. I willingly opened my mouth wide and again it tasted great. Dave was still fucking me but my bladder was now getting full as well. I noticed a guy sitting in the paddling pool. I told Dave I needed a piss and he understood. The pool was only a couple of steps away -- which was just as well as by now I was bursting. The guy looked at me with expectant eyes and soon I showered him all over. He was wearing some kind of wrestling suit which showed a huge bulge. Before long he started pissing himself as well.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Ravi on his knees. He was either sucking a guy off or drinking his piss. I didn't want to interrupt but then the other guy walked away, having either cum or emptied his bladder. I walked over to Ravi who seemed pleased to see me. I asked him how he found the place and he said it seemed a bit dingy at first but he was really getting into it now. "I know, I saw that." I grinned. He returned the grin and asked what I was going to do next. "I'm going to do something I should have done a long time ago." I deadpanned. He looked at me quizzically. "I'm going to give you that rimjob I have been dreaming about." Without a further word he dropped his jockstrap again and turned around. I didn't need another invite. I had one last look at his deliciously hairy arse cheeks and savoured the musty scent that hit my nose. His crack was even hairier than his cheeks so that I could hardly make out his hole in the dark. Thank God I have an experienced tongue which easily found its own way.
I knew I'd hit the sweet spot when he started to groan. Once again a little audience gathered around and I gave them a show they wouldn't forget. I teased him by moving away from his hole and down his crack. A guy's musty scent down there makes me wild at the best of times but he'd obviously been fucked and the taste of cum and piss mixed with the to make a fantastic combination. Ravi wanted me back. "Lick my hole!" he ordered. A couple in my `audience' grinned but I did as I was told. Ravi started to wank himself as I found my way back to his ring and started to push my tongue in, gently at first but then more forcefully. I explored everything I got to and went deeper than I'd ever been before. I could feel the warmth of his body from inside his hole. He was fully hard again but clearly also needed a piss. For a moment I thought he'd cum but then realised he was squirting piss out of his cock straight at a very happy guy who got his football top absolutely soaked. It wasn't long before he did cum, however, and turned round to let me lick the piss and cum off his slit.
By now it was getting on a bit and I still hadn't cum. A line had formed next to a guy and he asked me if I'd like to fuck his boyfriend as well. A couple of guys were before me and like them, after all that built up tension it only took me a couple of minutes to shoot up his gaping hole. The boyfriend seemed pleased with my donation.
It was now time to get back to the hotel and Ravi felt the same. Stinking of piss and probably poppers as well we pretended this was perfectly normal when we walked past the receptionist and then had a shower each. We went back out for a quick McDonald's but were to shagged out to do anything else. So we just went back to our room and for the first time had an actual conversation. It was very nice to get to know Ravi a bit better and we both agreed that next time there would have to be a threesome with his partner, John.