Organization: Connect.com.au P/L, Sydney, Australia
Its tough being homeless but even tougher on cold nights, when the rain is just pissing down, heavy and at an angle because of the wind behind it. It was just such a night when the street awnings gave no protection, nor did the bus shelters. I wandered for a while, up one street, down another, hoping to find a garage door open, so I could slip inside. Or a disused house, as yet undiscovered. But it wasn't my night in many ways. Nothing was open, nothing was empty, nothing.
Nor did I ever have much to wear, which made it all the more unpleasant. The thin T-shirt clung close and totally soaked. My jeans, although dense material, were no less wet and clung tight. My only other piece of clothing was a blanket, which I dare not bring out of the plastic wrap, because I would need something warm once I found a place out of the torrential rain.
As I climbed a rise, I found myself high above the suburban railway tracks.
Below were some workmen sheds and a few carriages lined up for repair. Maybe something was open or unlocked there. I climbed over the low wire fence and slipped and slide down the embankment, onto the tracks below. Looking, to be sure no train was coming, nor anyone was there to see me, I scurried across the tracks to the sheds. One by one, I checked them but found them locked. Looking through windows, I realised they wouldn't afford any comfort anyway, as they were storage sheds with no room to sit or lay down. Then, I checked out the carriages. The doors were locked at each end and scanning across the length of each one, I could see the windows were also sealed. But then, the far distant carriage appeared to have a broken window.
Rushing to the carriage, I found my first thought was right. A wndows had been vandalised and it only took a little effort to force it open enough to then climb up the side of the carriage and scale inside. At least it was dry and there were plenty of seats to choose from. Not wanting to be seen from the outside, I hugged close to the floor and quickly stripped out of the wet clothes. It was quite a battle, as they clung to me like glue. But eventually I was wrapped in the warmth of the blanket and sat ringing the clothes out, to get the worst of the water out. Then, hanging them over the back of a seat, I was free to settle back at last and try to get some sleep.
It came quickly and the dreams were wonderful. I found myself on a warm deserted beach with the sun heating me all over. Above the sounds of crashing waves, I heard voices and looked to see 4 men playfully walking together along the water's edge. They jostled and carried on together like young boys, frisky and bubbling with health, obviously happy to be there too. One playfully grabbed at the bulge in the thin swimmers of another man, who laughed and tried to repay him in kind. Then all 4 begun to emulate the first 2, groping, grabbing and tempting one another by thrusting their hips out as a taunt to others to "just try!" These guys were all handsome and just as I like men to be and wished I could join in.
My dream honoured my wish as they drifted toward me and I stood, with a wide smile on my face, especially as I could see the hardness growing inside each pair of swimmers, equalling the hardness of their individual bodies. Taking up my towel, I flicked it toward the closest boy, as he progressed closer. He danced around the whipping towel and headed straight toward me. Laughing, I groped for his expanded pouch and found a firm grip, which he didn't fight again. Instead, he quickly reached out and tried to cup my tool in his hand. The others gathered around and we stood in a circle, grabbing and tugging one another.
Soon, all this groping made us hard as bars of iron and one boy was unable to contain his massive dick inside his swimmers any longer. It popped out of the hem and stretched thick and rugged down his thigh. Another found his more than ample cock pock out the waistband, enlarging as it grow tall, thick and flat, against his abdomen. The other 2 simply slipped their swimmers down to the knees, baring themselves openly, while one guy dragged my swimmers down as well. All 5 of us stood there with our pieces charged and ready.
Hands were drifting over me, my face, shoulders, chest, biceps, abs, thighs, calves and toes. But mouths were the entices on my balls, dick and backside. I was lifted clear off the sands and slowly lowered onto the beach. But the attention never stopped and increased once I was pinned to the sand. Reaching out with both hands, I took a firm hold on the closest dicks and balls, while my lips were kissed with the head of another cock, which I invited in quickly, with a lick and slurp before swallowing it down into my throat. The dream surpassed any woken experience and increased as my mind slipped deeper into the passion of it all.
My thighs were lifted high and the wet tongue that had prepared it, moved away and was replaced by the heat of a hard cock, pressed close and tight into my hole. I relaxed and glanced down my body, gaining all this attention, to see that massive first dick, that had popped from the boy's swimmers, press and then sink inside my steamy pit. I allowed my vision to flicker from one scene to another. I watched as that dick slithered inside me, retreat, then plunge in once more. I watched the mouths working on my dick, balls and lap around my arse and that monster of a cock fucking me. I watched the dicks inside my fists, glisten with the precum oozing from the heads. And I watched the lengthy tool slide in then back out of my mouth.
I anted it all to last. This was the first love I had felt in a long while and the first warmth of my own body as well as that of others, I had experienced for so very long. I closed my dreaming eyes tight to shut the scene out and clamped my arsehole to make it impenetrable to that freakish pole rushing in and out of my cavern. It made my arse ache. The pain helped to dull the pleasant thoughts, which was fine by me. But even this soon become a pleasure in itself and I sort new ways to crush my passions enough to last much longer.
"He's enjoying it ! He's fucking enjoying it !" I heard a call of surprise.
"We'll see about that !" Came a reply from behind me. This was quickly followed by the man down my throat, coming to a deep stop inside my mouth.
He blocked the air and fucked me in short deeper strokes. But this too was beautiful and I found I was able to suck in enough air through my nose anyway. The sensation of a thick, pumping dick inside my throat had to be ignored. It was helped when the guy screwing my arse commenced a new song.
He pushed inside brutally, screwing to the left, then right, before dragging his extensive meaty mast completely out. My passage was empty, but only for a second, before it was smashed into, by that dick once more. Again and again, he drove inside me with almost hatred, before vacating me once more. This pain was almost beyond endurance, until I was stupid enough to let my eyes fall open once more.
The light coming from behind the man, gave me a very powerful silhouette. His muscular frame thrashing at me with all the power he had and I could see his mighty cock completely emerge, shiny, red tipped, with oozing precum drooling from its eye. To then watch it submerge itself into me was more of a thrill than an agony. Then, above, I could see giant balls, hanging low from the pants, surrounded by bushy hair, while the piece of meat was lodged firmly to the hilt and stretching my throat wide. I could now smell his maleness and this urged me to try and lap that dick in my mouth. I knew I caused him pleasure, as the whole shaft shuddered and throbbed, while he moaned delight. The cocks held tight in my fists were being fucked back and forth and precum dribbled out of them, making them slippery and all the more easy for the men to fuck into my fists. The blanket under my back was rasping against me, which I didn't mind, as this small pain helped to keep me from blowing too soon.
Then, I realised. I wasn't on any beach ! This wasn't a dream at all ! This was real and I was being raped, as I slept in the carriage ! My eyes scanned the scene with a whole new prospective. I could make out the uniforms of the local police. A police cap lay near my side, as did a Billy Stick. One man was a motor cycle cop, because I could now make out his helmet as well as his leathers with the flashy badges on the sleeves. The man screwing me wore a wet shirt with 2 chevrons on his shoulders, while the man on my left side had pale blue shoulder epaulets, which told me he was a cadet cop. I couldn't make out the man above me, as his equipment blocked all views above. But the meat was young, tasty and those hairy balls were not those of a man much older than middle twenties. He too must be a cadet.
"Ohh geeez christ !" The motor cycle cop held inside my tight right handed grip screamed aloud and suddenly his spunk gushed forth, splashing onto my chest and ribs. "Haa - look at Jimmy blow !" The cadet on my left called out, as he reached across and tried to catch one of the strings of cum shooting from his friend's dick.
"Shut up idiot ! No names !" The more senior cop fucking my hole called out. The cadet may have been an idiot for opening his mouth too wide, but he then used it more wisely. Leaning forward, he took Jim's spurting cock into his lips and sucked out any last remnants that were following his gushings. Jim staggered forward to shove more of his dick into the young cops lips. "Keep suck'n ! Feels good - reckon I can cum again for yu'." The motor cycle cop took a step over me and forced his pole deep inside the cadet's mouth. The cadet opened wider and allowed it to run into his throat before clamping tightly around the shaft and sucking noisily on the meat.
"Who wants this load ? Not give'n it to this scumbag." The man down my throat begun to drag his long, fat dick out of my mouth. I watched as the cadet took his mouth away from the Jim's cock and swallow the man's cockhead. He prodded and poked at the tight lips but couldn't get his rod any deeper into the cadet's mouth. He fucked him best he could few a few seconds before grunting and buckling at the knees. The cadet gripped him around the hips to hold him more steadily and sucked wildly on the fleshy pole. Some spunk squirted out the corner of his lips, giving an indication as to the power behind his achievement. But the cadet made sure nothing else escaped his mouth. The dick bucked in his mouth while his nuts bounced around below it. His whole being quaked and those knees bent further but as he dropped, the cadet followed.
"Yes ! Take that spunk !" He finally had enough strength to speak. And enough strength to then grab his dick and pull it free of those lips. His prick was still shooting a little, which he happily played across the face of the cadet, then as he ebbed to a dribble, pointed it back to the lapping tongue to enjoy. I lay there feeling a little cheated, watching that hot juice which should have been mine - I earned it. Jim reached out and scooped the cum from the cadet's face, massaging it into his still rigid tool. Then, as the cadet licked the last drops from the other guy's dick, he moved closer and tried to replace that cock with his own spunk-laden sausage. The cadet ignored it, as he squeezed the first dick hard, pressing some final dregs from the end of the dick and only then, did he turn his attentions back to Jim's cock.
"Suck his dick !" The man who had been plunging his tool down my throat, lifted my head up so I was able to reach the cadet's cock. It was nice, and young, so I took it with delight. This movement forward had meant my stomach muscles tightened and pressed down on everything south of the border. The senior cops chucking his dick wildly inside my arse found a much tighter hole to address. He tried to maintain the same pace, depth and strength of thrusts as before, but it meant the closed doorway brought more strain on his beefy stick. I could not only feel him trying all the harder to enter and withdraw, but I could also sense it bringing him undone - quickly.
"Screw you !" He pulled out one final time. His cock was throbbing and bouncing back and forth almost violently. I could see his nuts were completely hidden now and they too were springing about inside his body. He was so close to bursting his banks, that one ball emerged completely, stretching the thickened ball bag, until it hung almost fully beneath his pulsating cock, before climbing back inside at a painful speed. This pain almost sealed his fate and a large pearl drop of milky spunk gathered outside the eye hole, rolling into the wide slit and onto the hard quivering shaft, as more followed behind. But he gripped his tool firmly and stopped the rush instantly. The mass of cum collected against his knuckles.
Seeing this, the cadet released Jim's cock and almost pulled himself free of my mouth, as he bent forward and licked the spunk away. As his tongue grazed the head, it sent shudders through the senior cop's body and more spunk broke free. The senior man cried allowed, ordering him to stop, but the cadet lapped up the new offerings before he swung back to take Jim back into his mouth. The senior cop bent forward now and picked up the Billy Stick near to my side. He smiled an evil smile into my face as he lightly beat his our hand with it. I wondered if this meant I might feel its sting at any moment or not. But no, instead, he rammed its slightly less thick end into my arsehole. It was hard to take for a moment, mainly because it was dry, but soon as it gathered some of the juices inside my arse, over its hard plastic girth, it was easier to take than the cop's thicker tool.
But it was much longer and this man was determined to make sure I tasted its full length. I watched in the corner of my eye as he rammed 12" inside me. Then, he pushed and drove another few inches into me. Only the portion he held in his fist remained in view, so I realised I was taking some 16" up my tail now. But it felt good. I didn't want him to know this, otherwise, he would get more mean. This was his way. I pretended I was in pain and moved myself around, as if trying to escape his attentions. But seeing a person in pain appeared to be as much a delight as seeing them in pleasure.
He screwed it around inside me in all directions, pulling it all the way out and then driving it back inside as far as his fist allowed.
I could see the other 2 cops were watching this with great pleasure. Jim's mouth was wide open and his eyes glued to my arse and the night stick. The cadet was also watching and showing his delight by fucking my mouth all the more hard, as well as giving my taste buds some joy when he begun to seep in my mouth at a more rapid rate. Meanwhile, above me, I could see the fleeting fist of the other man as he worked on his own dick, trying to bring it back to life. Jim went over the top, as he took in all this action. He couldn't stop himself from sinking down lower until finally he lay in the aisle next to me and the cadet rose up and remained hooked onto that throbber as it drifted away. This made it easier for me now, as the cadet was now hovering directly over my face and I was able to lay back flat once more.
The Billy Stick up my arse moved more easily and I hoped the senior cop didn't realise the trick I'd been playing. I clamped my arse around its plastic intrusion so as to make his advances harder. This seemed to work and the pleasure begun lifting me almost too high again. Some low and deep moans brought me to look back over to Jim. His leather-clad body writhed on the floor and he was pumping his dick upwards with more vigour and urgency. Then, he fell limp, while his balls danced and his dick thrashed, almost breaking from the oral grip the cadet held. He was blowing his mind and giving the cadet an obviously large load to swallow. So much so, some threads edged from the lips and formed rivers, running down his shaft, gathering on his leather pants and in his crotch hairs.
Eventually, he had given all he had and the cadet quickly cleaned up the mess which escaped his mouth. This guy loved dick and nut juice more than any guy I'd known. He swung from Jim's cock, and then took my hard, weeping tool inside his lips. he washed all the tickles that had been working their way out of my dick all this time, making my whole shaft slick and wet. Then, he went to work with a mouth action I'd never experienced before. Little wonder he was able to suck so many guys dry. But the cop still kneeling at my head decided he wanted more and blocked my view of the cadet and senior, both working on my dick and arse. He rammed his now erect tool back inside my mouth and commence to fuck it as fast as his hips could muster it inside and back out. Like a dog over a bitch, he ploughed my mouth and throat.
The senior cop must have decided his balls had settled down again, because he dragged the night stick out of my bowel and shuffled up between my thighs once more. His much thicker dick took a little while to take. Although I was well and truly wide open by now and my arse was greased from all the action it was taking, it still took a short time for me to re-adjust to his cock again. But adjust I did and soon he was screwing me with the same domination he had done earlier. But I had enjoyed too much attention - delightful attention, unbeknown to them - which I couldn't control further. I felt no need to warn the cadet, besides, he seemed so experienced in cock sucking he would have sensed my dick preparing for blast off anyway.
I chomped hard on the guy's dick in my mouth; squeezed like the devil around the cock up my arse and stabbed the cadet in the mouth once more, before giving him a mouthful of spunk that only a homeless guy, who had not had real sex for months, could give him. Then, I understood how the others had felt. That mouth turned into a regular suction machine and I could feel my cum being contain inside his mouth and used to entice even more out the head of my cock. He didn't swallow until I had almost ceased blowing his face and then the fun began. That mouth dragged my insides out. I could sense my balls being sucked even deeper inside my body and the juices drawn up the channel and out the end. But he kept on sucking.
These contractions in my body flowed down and curled around the fucking dick, as my ring tightened and sucked on him just like a hot mouth. I could once again feel his cock throb and strain to contain what was building up in its powerful length. Then, like the man screwing my face, he cheated me. He pulled away in one swift retraction and raised himself higher, pointing his dick toward me. I waited the fraction of a second, expecting to be only able to see him burst upon my belly but instead, he called - "Gary !" and thereby breaking his own rule of not giving out names. Gary released my dick and quickly swung to swallow his senior officer's dick just as the man shuddered and filled the cadet's mouth, as I had done a minute earlier.
Empty, except for the last dick churning my throat, I felt let down in some small measure. I could only hope that the cop would sense this need for completion and without warning or care which mouth took his spunk, deliver me his treasures. I slaved on that cock now and my hands wandered over his balls and shaft that become free of my lips now and again. I heard him moan and grunt at the same time his dick jerked in my mouth. Oh yes, maybe this time ! I thought. But no - I seemed to have wished too high. The cop pulled himself free, just as I tasted the first bubble of thicker spunk breach the end of his dick. It was thicker, hotter and more spicy than his precum, so I knew he had reached his climax. I looked down toward Gary, as he was obviously the one to get this load too.
But no - I was wrong again. The cop raised himself up on all fours and positioned his lengthy tool so that the head was only an inch from my mouth and only just in time as a volume of hot, sticky spunk burst forth and with good aim, splashed beautifully against the palate, slipping like an oyster onto the back of my closed throat. I quickly raised my head and gobbled the swelling crown into my lips as the second shot burnt the back of my throat as well. But with a firm hand, he pushed me back flat on the deck, lifted his hips slightly, and from there, fired off further strings into my open mouth, over my lips and one wayward strand fell carelessly across my cheek and threatened to enter my eye.
Knowing how he wanted to end, I allowed him his pleasure. But my hands reached up and squeezed, massaged and forced his dick to give up those transported cords of cream right where they should go. My mouth slowly filled and I had quite a pool of bleached sauce gagging my throat. But the rush ended and he was reducing to baby bubbles, which hung for a second or two before dripping inside to join their brothers and sisters in the formula of mankind. Once this happened, he dipped lower and let his tool dangle inside my lips, which closed firmly around the head. Then, as I had felt Gary perform, I used his own spunk to fashion the hottest, most slimy suction over the entire crown. I knew, when Gary did this to me, deep reserves went out to him. But I couldn't sense this when I applied it in reverse. All I could feel was the thickness of his male spume slightly separating the walls of my mouth with his cock. However, it was obvious to me this played a part in the increasing pleasures he was now experiencing. He throbbed and jerked inside my lips and his straight thighs bent as he fell a little toward the floor. It was overpowering him as Gary had done to me.
I felt the thick tube on the underside of his dick swell, then his whole cock grew larger than it had been moments before when spunking into my mouth. His balls remained hidden but bounced again, as well. I knew this trick Gary had shown me would be invaluable in the future. It really appeared as if this man was about to cum for his third time ! If so, I was determined to be the one receiving his valuables. His 2 treasure chests bobbed more vigorously and the spongy head become as hard as the entire dick itself. Then, I felt a gush equal to any first spunking a stud could furnish.
It was hot and salty and came with such force, it drowned the sum already in my mouth. But then, as I heard him screaming, "I'm shooting !" I was puzzled by the amazing amount he issued. Then, it struck me. The fluid was thin and watery. He wasn't spunking again. He was having a piss-cum ! I quickly hauled myself out from under his sagging bulk and let his beautiful stiff cock come free. His urine shot out along my body and sprayed the senior cop still kneeling between my thighs. The piss came in rushes just like cum. It spurted, stopped and spurted again, but much greater distances than his juice would shower. I dragged myself from under him and fell onto a seat nearby, watching him trying to get to his knees, while his unyielding dick continued to spew and jet his piss everywhere. The other cops also moved away as quickly as they could. "You fuck'n arsehole !" The senior cop exclaimed.
The other 2 untouched cops laughed loudly but stopped when their senior showed no sign of agreeing with their humour. The senior quickly stood and dashed to the end of the carriage, where he shot through the door and could be seen standing in the rain, hoping it might wash off some of the urine covering his clothes and body. Gary and Jim followed him, zipping up their clothes as they went but unable to completely stop their laughter. The last cop slowly rose to his feet, taking a quick glance toward me, before shaking his dick, to remove any last drips of piss, then did his trousers up. As he bent to pick up his cap, I grabbed my jeans and T-shirt and hurried to the other door. The lock was on the inside, so I was able to quickly unlatch it and open that door. I was gone and running naked, except for the blanket wrapped around me, across the tracks and over toward the sheds.
The last cop quickly followed, calling to the others as he went. But the senior cop called him back, saying they had a hell of a mess to clean up and besides, how would they explain this to anyone at the station. "Use your head!" was the last thing I heard as I dashed behind the cover of one shed. Peering around the corner, I saw them gathering themselves together and strolling slowly in the rain, back to a set of stairs, which led up onto the roadway. Yet another tight spot I'd got myself out of. Life as a homeless, street kid can sometimes be fun, sometimes - terrifying.