Looking for Fun Ant-Boy@Hotmail.co.uk [Revised 2009]
[The following text contains, hopefully, interesting graphic descriptions of Gay sex including, Urination, Interracial and Group Sex. If any of the previous disgusts or offends I suggest you click on `back' now.]
[This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Rubbers are not used. Life is not fiction -- use them]
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OK I am quite prepared to admit that I'd gone out that night looking for fun. Also that I felt not just randy but somewhat more ruttish than I usually allowed myself unless playing alone at home. My only excuse that it was a warm balmy night, I'd really had too much to drink and as mentioned, I was randy as hell.
I did have some sense. I went out on my bike rather than the car because of the alcohol, wore a shell suit over my other clothes and packed a small bag. Even so, when I reached the area where I hoped to score I soon removed the shell suit and several other items and packed them away in my bag. I had no real hope of obtaining the satisfaction I really craved that night with anyone else as I seldom found anyone prepared to indulge my desires. However I thought that if I had a dabble or so then when it got late and any others had gone home I could indulge myself as I had planned at home, only this time in the open air.
I was now wearing an old pair of trainers with no socks, leather ankle straps, a pair of short running shorts with a towelling jock and leather strap underneath, leather arm straps and a thin towel looped round my neck. At this time of night and in this area I wasn't too outrageously dressed, apart possibly for the straps. For myself I am quite tall and thin, have a reasonable but not excessive body, long untidy mousy blonde hair and in my early thirties. I expected no problem in finding one or hopefully more people to mess around with, and get fucked if lucky. I knew the leather would put some off but from previous experience was aware that if I got involved with one person others would soon gather to watch and possibly, hopefully, join in.
As I biked slowly along the path through the bushes I could see vaguely there were quite a few people around but then I saw someone just off the path wearing a T-shirt and torn off denims. I got off my bike and leaning it against a tree walked slowly toward him. I could now see he was middle aged, not especially good looking but a reasonable body, about 5'10" and better built than myself. Cropped dark hair and a small moustache. As I got close to him he just told me to kneel down and without any preparation dropped his pants and waved a half-hard cock in my face. "Suck it," was all he said as he thrust it toward my half open mouth. It was over six inches long already and had a girth of possibly 2 inches. I had to open wide to absorb it and just hoped I would get time to turn myself on before he grew to full size.
As I felt him start to firm up he grabbed my hair and holding my head he pulled out. As I gasped for breath he must have misunderstood as he said, "Don't worry boy. You'll get it back in that pretty mouth, and up your arse -- if you're up to it. Before I cum all over you and wipe it in with my boots." He was still holding my hair as he spoke and I just grunted in reply. "I hope that means yes. I've a couple of friends a little way down who would love a white boy to play around with. Don't speak! If you're on just get over to the gents, keep your little shorts and stand by the side of the trough. We'll be in shortly." As he let go of my hair I opened my mouth to ask what he had in mind but almost at once he swung a belt, I'd not noticed him take off, round behind me and across my arse. "I said not to speak. I don't want to hear one word out of you. Apart from the odd groan that is." The last said with a smile, of sorts.
I nodded and went to pick up my bike and bag. "Get rid of the shoes and towel as well," he said and I immediately bent to remove my trainers, putting them and the towel in my bag. I walked over to the cottage, seeing him move further into the bushes on his right. I had got very excited and my erection was getting painfully rubbed against the jock and shorts. As I walked I pulled a bottle of Coke from my bag and drank down as much as I could manage. This I was sure was going to be my night. Look where he'd told me to sit.
Locking my bike up and removing the lights I did as instructed and walked into the cottage in my bare feet and carrying my bag. The floor I was surprised to feel was wet and looking down I could just see it was also muddy. There must have been football matches on the green earlier in the day and this gents was also used as the visitors changing room with the door to the showers at the far end. I could see there were already a few other people inside. Against one wall I could see a young man standing up with his jeans round his feet while an older man gave him a blowjob. There were a couple of people watching and feeling themselves up. There was someone I couldn't see clearly sitting on one of the benches and just one short elderly man standing by the urinal. This was a double sided, six-stand affair with a wide step. There was a reinforced pipe that ran from the roof to the centre to carry water for the flush, but that I knew was usually turned off at night.
I had my instructions and hanging my bag on a peg where I could keep a close watch on it I walked over to the side of the urinal where the old man stood by the end and waited. It was then that I became aware that quite a few people had followed me in. Some I recognised had been around when I met the man outside and others must have just seen me walk over in my skimpy shorts. By now most of the people in the cottage were looking at me but no one seemed prepared to make the first move. Then the old gent standing beside me just said "Why not?" to himself, unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick six to seven inch prick with which without any warning he started to piss over me with. Starting at my feet, soaking my shorts and then up to my chest as far as he could.
There were a couple of gasps as he did so, and I heard someone leave, but all in all nobody seemed that put out. I started to wonder what I'd been missing out on during my previous visits by only searching for fun in the bushes and not entering the cottage. I stood there by the urinal dripping with piss and feeling somewhat abused. Luckily there was little if any smell as he'd obviously been drinking beer or larger during the evening and his system was well flushed through. If I was going to be here for a period I didn't want too much acid drying off on me.
Then I saw three people silhouetted against the light from outside as they entered and my earlier contact said, "I see you've started without us. You'll have to be punished for that lapse at some stage." I couldn't make out the features of the two people with him but realised they were both black. That was what he'd meant by `having a white boy to play with.' One I could make out was only about 5'7" wearing a dark sleeveless T-shirt, shorts to match and a very narrow waist. Later I was to discover he was the younger brother, only just of legal age, but with some very kinky interests. The other was a good 6', broad shoulders, well-muscled arms and legs wearing a pale short sleeved shirt and jeans. He, I would discover, was 23 and liked to see, and possibly assist, his brother enjoy himself while he wanked off. I was yet to discover how big he was in that department but would understand why he usually had to satisfy himself.
"OK," said the man I'd met first, "don't forget. Not a word or we'll leave."
Somehow I thought that unlikely. Especially as it would seem I was just what they wanted and I knew for sure there were few around with my interests. He grabbed hold of my shoulders and pushed me in front of the urinal. "Sit." Was all he said, and I sat down on the step, my wet shorts pulling up and tightening across my crutch. He pulled my arms above my head and undoing and retying the straps fastened them to the down pipe. Having done so he pulled his cock out and just let go a stream of piss over my chest and face. When he had finished and his piss was still dripping of my hair he pushed his cock in my face and told me to clean it.
I put out my tongue and did as he said. "I want some of that," said the big black lad and unzipping his shorts used both his hands to pull out a monster cock that even in its flaccid state I doubt I could have closed my hand around. He must have been carrying a whole evenings drinking because he started to hose me down from head to foot and then back again and again and again till I was well and truly soaked not to mention sitting in a puddle of piss that was gathering round my bum and running down my legs. When he finally finished he pushed his cock at me and told me to lick it clean.
As I did so I was aware the younger black lad was fidgeting around and as his older brother pulled away could see he'd removed his shorts and top, hanging them next to my bag, just retaining his sneakers. "Are you sure?" he asked my original partner. "Just go for it." He replied, and the boy came right up to me and told me to open my mouth. I thought I knew what was coming and sure enough no sooner had my lips closed round his cock than he let go, a stream of warm salty piss quickly filling my mouth and forcing me to swallow rapidly. Thank goodness he was not carrying so greater load as his brother.
When he'd finished and I sucked and licked his cock clean he pulled out to my disappointment. He had a nice seven-inch or thereabouts circumcised cock. Just the size and type I could really go down on if properly in the mood, and I was really getting in the mood tonight. He must have read my mind as he told me not to worry; I get it back later, with interest. As he stood back I could see his brother had been feeling him up while he enjoyed myself and wondered if he had ever got that huge cock inside him.
"Anyone else want a piss or wank while he's down there?" asked the first man and first one and then several of the now expanded audience came over and pissed over me just as the urinal started to flush showering me with cold water. "That's nice," he said, "Now he's cleaned up we can start again." He came over and unfastened the straps holding my arms above my head and pulling me to my feet. I hardly had time to work the kinks out of my shoulders before he pulled me over to one of the benches and forced me face down on it with my legs splayed out on either side. Once again he attended to the straps so I ended with my head, chest and bottom on the bench, legs kneeling either side. My legs and arms were then both fastened underneath, leaving my arse in its tight wet shorts pointing slightly up in the air. No,' I thought to myself, I wasn't in the mood for heavy pain tonight and I was sure that was what he intended.' I needn't have worried. That was what he intended but he'd come prepared.
The younger black boy sat down straddling the bench just in front of my face with his cock lying alongside my face. "I'm going to enjoy this," he said. "And I want you to as well. Have a sniff of this." He pushed a bottle of poppers under my nose and moving my head I took a big snort up each nostril. I knew I need it, and more, if this scene was going the way I was now expecting.
I was right. Hardly had I time to breathe the second snort down when I felt and heard a belt land across my bum. Not a light wack either. OK it could have been harder but he certainly hadn't held back either. I yelped and had just time for a quick breath before it fell again, and yet again. The boy scooted further up the bench and giving me another snort handed the bottle off to the side whilst his hand went under my chest to find my nipples. As he started to fondle and nip them he casually asked, "Does it hurt?" I could only nod my head and moan as the belting continued. "Good," he said. "That's what I like. To see someone hurt and abused. I think I'm going to enjoy this."
Finally the beating stopped. Most of the belts had landed on my bum but a few across my shoulders. I knew my back must be covered with stripes and my bum a sight for sore eyes. Someone else felt the same way as I felt my shorts being pulled down as far as was possible with the position I was in and a pair of hands started to explore. As I flinched and moaned the boy twisted my nipples even harder. "Go on. Fuck him." He said, and I could feel one, then two and quickly three fingers force their way up inside my sore arse.
I felt a body sit on the bench behind me and the fingers withdrew to be replaced by a hot throbbing cock. No finesse but wham. Straight in. I let out another yell that just drew a soft laugh as the cock started to make itself at home with my tender arse. "Now you get to suck as well," said the boy, "Aren't you the lucky one." And using one hand to force open my mouth stuck his now erect cock down my throat. It was still a nice cock, and with the odd sniff of poppers when the bottle was passed under my nose, I really started to enjoy myself only being half aware when the cock in my arse pulled out and shot all over my back to be rapidly replaced by another. At the same time I felt more than one warm stream splatter over my back and half realised some of the audience must be getting their rocks off on the scene as well.
The boy started humping and groaning and I felt his engorged cock start to quiver so I redoubled my efforts to be rewarded by a jet of warm cum followed by half a dozen spurts I swallowed easily. "Wow! Fantastic," he said as he pulled out. "I'll need to get my breath back before we start again."
`Heck. He was double barrelled,' I thought to myself as what I now realised was the third cock pulled out of my arse and shot over my back. I needed to change my position as well, my knees had been digging into the stone floor for some time and the strain of my legs being pulled apart was starting to get to me. Thankfully my original contact must have had the same idea as I heard him say "not now," to someone as he bent down and released the straps.
Getting slowly to my feet I could see in the dim light the audience had increased to several dozen in various states of dress and undress. Several blow jobs going on and lots of hands on swollen cocks of all shapes and sizes. `What had they done? Sent out invitations? I'd never seen so many people cottaging here before.
I had no time to see much more as I was led back to the urinal and told to lay down on the wet and muddy floor face up. I was still high from the poppers and did so without protest. He put his one of his feet where it rested on my cock and balls. "I told you there would be punishment later didn't I?" he asked.
Punishment' I thought. What did he call what had just been happening?' No time to think any more as he started to push at lightly my groin with his foot, squashing my cock and sliding my body over the piss soaked and muddy floor. "Anyone else want a piss?" he asked, and a considerable number did. Also to wank off. As periodic streams of cum or piss landed on my body he used his foot to rub them over me and encouraged the participants to try and piss in my open mouth. After a while of this he told me to turn over, digging at me with his foot for encouragement.
"Now lick it up," he said, "all that nice cum that missed you. Lick it up now." For encouragement his booted feet periodically pressed down on my back while the belt in his hands flicked lightly back and forth over my arse. Sometimes not quite so lightly. When he was happy with the mess I was in he told me to kneel up and lick clean the various cocks now gathered round. That is how I was thinking of them now. Cocks. Not people, just cocks. Some were flaccid, some semi-hard. Some cut, some uncut. All shapes and sizes. For a while I did as he told me, shuffling over the wet floor from one cock to another, licking and sucking them clean of piss and in some cases draining them of the last of their cum.
Finally I just had to get up, my knees were killing me and my legs starting to cramp. The young one who'd been playing with himself and taking turns with the poppers bottle after he'd fed it to me came over to face me and nipping my tits forced me back to the wall.
"I didn't say you could get up," he said. "Shut it," when I went to explain. I could see he was getting high now as I was myself. I'd never taken so much poppers. "I want to see you hurt," he continued.
"Get your brother to fuck me then," I heard myself say. What had come over me? He was hung with a horse.
Little brother went over to big brother and whispered. He came over and asked me, "Are you sure?"
"Just take it easy," I replied. "Don't kill me."
They pulled me back over to the bench where big brother lay down, pointing for me to stand straddling him. Little brother meanwhile sat on his stomach, fondling him to full arousal. Even in the dim light available I could see his jet black cock stick up in the air like a flagpole. Someone fed me more poppers and almost in a trance I followed various peoples urgings and started to lower myself onto it. As I felt it poke at my entrance I flinched but little brother pinched my nipples and pulled me down, so quickly my entrance was broached before the cry of pain escaped my lips. "Oh yes," said the young one. "This is going to be good. I've never seen him up a whitey. He'll fuck you stupid with that weapon of his and I'll get to see the pain he inflicts."
With that he rose up slightly and put his face close to mine, staring intently into my eyes. "Oh yes," he repeated, giving me another snort of poppers and almost at once placing his hands on my shoulders, forcing me down on his brother's weapon.
Shit! Weapon it was. No cock but a bloody guided missile with a life of its own. I was impaled. Never had such an instrument passed up my passage before, and I doubt it will ever again. I would never have been able to take him in my usual position, tied face down.
Even so, as he started to hump my arse, raising a couple of inches of the bench each time, I felt him slide deeper and deeper up my passage. All the time little brother twisting and pinching my nipples, staring deeply into my eyes, only taking to tell me to open them when the pain got so much I clenched them tight. Strangely, after a while the intrusion seemed more comfortable. Never anything I would want or be able to live with but an intrusion the continual poppers high allowed me to accept for the moment.
He seemed to realise this himself as he started to hump harder and harder, littler brother leaving of my nipples and taking his hands down to pull on my balls, pull my cheeks apart to allow greater access, all the time looking into my eyes. I'm sure he knew the same time as myself when big brother started to unload. He filled my gut in what felt like one continual stream that went on and on. My arse was on fire and the cum that was now starting to leak back out, there was far too much to hold in, only made matters worse. I half collapsed onto his groin, only then realising that various hands had been holding me slightly above him and steadying me.
Little brother took this as his sign and standing up pointed his cock at my mouth that opened for it of its own accord. He may have been the little brother but I would only have called him small if compared to the weapon still up my arse. He used no finesses, just plunged in. Hands holding my head and body gave me no escape as he face fucked me rapidly before trying to choke me with the second stream he'd managed that night. He didn't withdraw as I'd expected but remained standing as his erection went down and I half-heartedly cleaned his cock.
"Here we go." I heard him say, and with a grunt a second hot stream flushed down my throat, this time more salty and thinner. Also more prolonged. The little sod was using me as his private urinal. I was soaked in piss and cum, inside and out, from head to foot.
I have no real recollection of being removed from the weapon, taken away and cleaned up, but woke up late the next day between two black bodies that I am sure intend to make use of my white one when the fancy took them.
The End.