This is a narrative story that some readers may recognise parts of, maybe even identify with a few scenarios. There is a bit more sex than in some of my other stories. It was written in 6 parts, I shall post in 2 messages The usual copyright rules always apply.
A WEEKEND OF SEX
Chapter One
I looked at myself in the mirror and ran my fingers through my hair; "need to get it cut soon. I have it slightly longer on top but it's starting to flop forward".
So, why had he dumped me? After three years together (OK we didn't actually live together, I like my independence, but we spent four or five nights a week together) he turned round and told me that "We are not compatible", what the fuck does that mean? It was Friday night, we had been out for a drink, we met friends, we had a good night. He was the one who suggested going on to a club, so we went somewhere that was poorly lit with blaring music and he announced that he wanted to talk: that was when he gave me the "Compatible" shit. Of course he followed it up with the usual garbage about being mature about it, remaining friends and so on, this line is always delivered so that if you react in any way, the other partner can say that he behaved honourably, you were the childish one, proving that he was right to drop you. I just said "Whatever" and walked off.
On my way out I was stopped by "a friend", a nasty queen with an evil mouth who said, "It's none of my business, but I think you should know that your boyfriend is seeing that young boy over there with the red top on". Any other time I would have told him to mind his own business, but this time it made sense. He had always had a thing for young men, I was now twenty six: I had been dumped for someone younger.
Instead of leaving I went into the toilet and waited ten minutes before going back into the main area. Dave, my now ex-boyfriend was missing, so was the young guy. There was a darker area at the back, a wall lined with alcoves where people could cruise. I went round there and waited until my eyes accustomed themselves to the dark and I was able to pick them out. I wandered over and said, "Well, this is cosy", not original, but better that smacking a few faces. They jumped apart and Dave opened his mouth to speak. "Don't say anything, you'll only lie again and I will hit you", I said quietly. I turned to the young guy, I never did find out his name, and said, "Make the most of it because your clock is ticking already, you are on your way out before you even get in. He is quite a good fuck, but I hope you're versatile because he loves to get fucked too; oh, and don't let him drink too much, not only does it stop him getting it up, but he pisses the bed when he's drunk". All this was said in a louder voice, not enough to cause a scene but loud enough for a few people nearby to overhear, it would be spread. Actually he had only ever wet the bed once, but it wasn't really a lie.
I managed to look calm and happy as I walked away, but inside I was seething with hurt, embarrassment and anger.
Now, here I was back in my flat feeling like I was rejected, past it, no longer desirable. Looking back I was definitely over-reacting; I was hardly an old-age pensioner, I was 6' tall and my body was good. I work out regularly, I dislike the muscular look but my 40' chest, 30' waist was as I wanted it and my arms were firm and showed strength. I had considered a tattoo on one bicep but Dave was against the idea, he preferred the teenage haircut, large gold earrings and gold neck-chain look, it made me look younger.
I opened a can of lager and put on some music to try and unwind and to convince myself that I had a future, that someone somewhere would still want me. As I watched the mid-summer sun coming up, for some reason my mind went back to when I was younger, at this time of the year I would head up to the heath and "loiter with intent", it was always good for a bit of fun. Within ten minutes my mind was made up, I was heading for the heath to see what was left over of the night's visitors. I had a quick shower and got myself ready, choosing a loose pair of cargo trousers and a white t-shirt. I decided against underwear, firstly, the trousers were loose enough to let me swing freely and also I figured if I got the chance of some action the less I was wearing the better. I decided on a pair of walking boots because the best fun can be found in the more out-of-the ^Öway areas then I pulled a sweat jacket on, the weather was good but the early morning chill was in the air. I left all my valuables at home and set of in my car.
When I arrived at a good spot there were still a few cars dotted about so I knew I wasn't alone. I walked along the foot path, along the side of some trees: I could hear noises in the bushes and glancing in I could see some old guys leaning against trees or lying on the ground. I suppose the sight of a young guy entering the play area caused some interest because soon I was being followed, but I just carried on. As I got away from the more public path, I pushed through some bushes and came to a clearing. Two guys were fucking on the ground, bottom on his back with his legs raised, while about 8 or 9 others watched. I stood with the rest and soon I felt my arse being massaged: I looked back and an older guy was rubbing his hands on my buttocks. He put his hands under my zipper and began feeling my tits, squeezing my nipples with just the right pressure to make me arch and stick my arse out. He took this as an invitation and moved his hands down to my belt, but I stopped him, he wasn't my type and it was too early, I wanted to look around a bit.
Across the circle of voyeurs was a guy in a biker's jacket, jeans and a pair of DM boots. The jacket was open enough to show a fine hairy chest bisected by a leather harness. I'm not into leather guys as a rule but firstly he looked really masculine and secondly he looked interested. I gave him that half-a-second-too-long look and he just looked away. Fuck Him! That was just the sort of reaction I didn't need this morning: I had been sure he was interested and all I got was another rejection, so I turned and walked away. I pushed through some undergrowth and met a guy leaning against a tree with his trousers down and a belt in his hand. He held the belt out to me and at the same time twisted his lower body showing his arse. I don't do S&M but I was so angry I took the belt from him and beat on him until he cried "Enough". He gripped his red swollen buttocks and pulled them apart so I dropped my trousers and rammed my cock into him and punished him for all the rotten things that others had done to me. I felt myself getting excited but withdrew before I shot my load, dressed and walked away.
I was beginning to think that this was a mistake, I saw a couple of guys I fancied but they showed no interest; I sat on a bench and lit a cigarette. By now it was broad daylight and people were leaving, I felt rejected and dejected and got ready to go home when the bushes parted and Mr Leather Jacket came towards me. "I thought you had gone", he said, "Not found what you're looking for"? I told him that I had thought so earlier but he had ignored me. He laughed and said that that was his attempt at playing it cool, then he asked me if I wanted to go back to his place. I considered it for a second or two, but I told him I was just looking for a quick fuck. He said "Let's go", and we walked into the bushes where he grabbed me from behind wrapping one arm around my waist and gripping one of my nipples with the other, pinching and squeezing me, taking me to that fine line between ecstasy and pain. He moved his arm and one-handedly opened my trousers and let them drop then opened his own trousers and took out his own dick. Because of how I was held I couldn't see what was in store for me as he spat on his hand and lubed himself up. I felt his head sliding up and down my crack until he found the spot he was looking for then he pushed. The head was in and he paused while he left my nipples alone and grabbed my own dick and started to smear my pre-cum over it then he pushed again, right in with a single effort, fuck, it felt 6" longer than anything I had ever had before. He didn't give me a chance to get accustomed to it, he just rammed into me until he shot his cream into me. He kept wanking on me for another 30 seconds or so until he felt me swell and shoot too. He held me for a short time while his cock slipped out of me and whispered in my ear, "You are one hot fuck". I suppose it was something I wanted to hear, I turned and kissed him then I licked his cock clean. He said he hoped to see me again then he was gone.
I thought about hanging around a bit longer but there really was no sign of life, it was the time between the night prowlers leaving and the families arriving. As I walked to my car I felt his cum running down my legs so I knew it was definitely time to go home.
When I got home I had a quick shower and lay down to sleep. It was 7.30 so I set my alarm for 11, I felt liberated, I had things to do.
A WEEKEND OF SEX
Chapter Two
When the alarm rang I felt like shit, but another shower, a good breakfast and a high energy drink and I was ready to face the world. I pulled on a sweatshirt and a pair of levis and hit the streets. First stop was the hairdressers, that fucking mop had to go: I had it cut much shorter and felt a lot better, without the fringe and the gold earrings I felt I had shaken the last of Dave from my system. When I left the barber's I was walking back to my car when I saw it, a tattoo parlour. I fought the temptation for all of 3 seconds then went straight through the door. Because it was early in the day I was taken without an appointment so I chose a Celtic band and had it tattooed around my left bicep. Fuck, it was sore, I wished I had that guy from earlier to stick his dick up my arse to take my mind off it, then with strict instructions to keep it covered for 5 hours and how to keep it moist for several days, I paid my money and left.
It was 2.30, what could I do, I felt myself starting to tire but I didn't want to waste any of the day so I bought a few more energy drinks and drank one of them, then I headed for a straight porn cinema. This might seem a strange choice, but those straight guys get very excited watching porn. I paid my money and went in and sat down. When my eyes became accustomed to the dark I could see that there were about half a dozen men in there, mostly at the back. I went to the toilet and came back out and sat among them. I glanced around surreptitiously and saw several of them groping themselves and one guy in the corner had his zip down and was playing with himself. I figured the worst that could happen was my getting thrown out so I just opened my jeans and pulled them down over my hips and played with myself, pretending to be turned on by the 2 lesbians on the screen.
Out of the corner of my eye I could se that others were reacting, a couple had actually been emboldened to open their trousers and get their hand on their equipment, since I needed to be straight, I ignored them. Eventually one of them, a coarse looking guy in his mid thirties went to the toilet and when he returned he sat next to me and got his dick out, then after a while he said, "Watching lesbians really turns me on". I muttered agreement, then a minute or so later I said, "Anything turns me on, I can get a hard on watching dogs fuck in the street". He turned and laughed then went back to watching the screen. After another pause he said, "All I do at the moment is watch, my wife's pregnant and won't let me touch her", so I replied, "Fuck that, when my girlfriend has her bad week I go mental, I have to make do with my mate". I let that soak into his brain for a while, then he turned and whispered, "You fuck your mate?". "Yea, mostly, sometimes he fucks me, sometimes we just suck each other". Eventually he said, "I've never been with a guy, I don't fancy it". "Well", I said, "It's not as good as the real thing, but it's still good".
He was silent for a while but I knew I had him interested; finally he said, "Do you ever wank a guy off"? "I have done", I said, "But only while he does me". I felt his knee touch mine then his hand slid over and grabbed my dick. "Easy there, buddy", I said, "Treat it like you treat your own", and I took his and slowly slid his skin back and forth.
I didn't want to lose him so I whispered "Take it easy, make it last". I was working him just enough to keep him exited. Finally he asked, "Do you like my cock?" "It's OK", I replied. "Would you let me fuck you?" he asked. "Yea, why not", I said. Lets go in the toilet", he suggested. "Nah, lets do it here" I said.
Before he could answer I moved against the wall and sat down; within 2 minutes he joined me. "How do you want to do this?", he asked". "Simple", I said", I stand up, you slip over, I sit down and we're off". "What about the others?" he said" "Let's see what happens".
I got him good and hard and I told him to smear it with spit then I stood up. He slipped into my seat and I eased myself down onto his prick and began to gyrate. Of course pretty soon he was making noises and even those who hadn't seen our manoeuvre knew what was going on. One guy came over and sat next to us, another 2 sat in front and turned to watch. The guy sitting next to us grasped my dick and played with me, the other 2 had their dicks out. I stood up and my ride followed me, sticking it into me again. Now that he was in control he started pounding at me, forcing me forward. I grabbed the 2 cocks in front of me and played with them before leaning right down and sucking them both in turn. I felt the cock in my arse empty its load but I held myself back, I didn't want to end yet. He climbed over the seat behind to get out and the guy sitting next to me was standing and into me before I knew what was happening. I slurped on the 2 cocks before me while I got fucked, both guys in front had reached back, one was playing with my balls, the other tweaking my nipples. Fuck number 2 finished and the guys in front motioned for me to climb over and when I got over one of them turned me and stuck himself into my open dripping arse. The fourth guy surprised me, he stood up, dropped his trousers and offered his arse to me, so I pulled him to me and rammed myself into him. We were so hot we couldn't make it last and we were shooting like fire hoses before long.
I pulled up my jeans and went to the toilet to clean myself up and another guy followed me in pulling out his dick and asking if I wanted more: tempted as I was I had to refuse, I was sore and empty.
Outside I looked at my watch, 5pm. This time I did go home and fall into bed, but not before I set my alarm for 9pm.
A WEEKEND OF SEX
Chapter Three
I awoke at nine o'clock feeling surprisingly refreshed; even more surprisingly I felt randy. I had to admit that Dave had been neglecting me a bit recently, most of the times we had sex I ended up fucking him, which I enjoyed, but my hole had been feeling a bit lonely and neglected over the past few months. Now that I had rediscovered the joy of getting pumped (four times in the past 18 hours), I wanted more. I washed and shaved, rubbed some antiseptic cream on my tattoo and put just enough wax on my hair to spike it slightly, then I chose a pair of tight white jeans and a mint green sleeveless Lycra top and I was ready to hit the bars and clubs.
I went to one of my favourite bars first and saw several people I knew. To a man they said how good I looked, one even said 'Hot', and several asked the reason for the style change. When I told them that Dave had dumped me for someone else, they all admitted that they had known for some time that he was cheating on me; so much for friends.. I intended to take things easy and save myself for a club later on, but when I moved to another bar I was sitting at the bar when a guy walked in. Have you ever seen a Wet-dream walking? He was about 6'4" tall and built like the proverbial brick shithouse, he was wearing a pair of Levi's, a tee-shirt and a padded jacket. His hair was cut in a very short flattop shaved at the side, but what little hair he had was the colour of ripe corn, a perfect match for his cornflower-blue eyes. I don't often get a hard on just looking at a guy but this one certainly caused my jeans to stretch a bit. He walked to the bar and stood beside me and asked if they served bourbon on the rocks in a slow American drawl. As several guys started chatting him up I sat thinking what I could do to catch his attention. Although he was being very polite to everyone, they each realised that he wasn't interested and slowly backed off. I was sitting wracking my brain trying to think of an opening line that wouldn't sound to stupid or too pushy when he leaned over and asked if this was the best bar in town.
I caught my breath then said that depended what he was looking for, that this was probably the most civilised, but if he wanted noisier, sleazier or younger, there were other places to go to. "I'm not looking for anything", he said, which made my shoulders drop. "I hope I've found what I was looking for" . I turned and looked and he just stared me down with his blue eyes and a lop-sided grin. Soon we were drinking together at one of the tables and he told me his name was Jay, short for Jason which he hated, and that he was in the American Army in Germany. He had come here to be best man at the wedding of his best mate and a local girl the day before and he was having a night on the town before going back the next morning. I gave him a potted version of my own history as we sat there enjoying each other's company then he asked me what people did when the bars closed.. I told him that some guys went cruising toilets or the park, some went home and some went to a club. He asked me what I intended and I said that I had originally planned to go clubbing but now I had the strongest urge to go home as soon as possible and get into bed. "Oh", he said slightly disappointed, then he got my meaning and started to laugh. At this point I should give you a fashion tip. If you intend to sit opposite a dream god anticipating taking him home and stripping him naked, don't wear tight white jeans, they show damp stains too easily.
Jay noticed it and laughed like hell, "I think I'd better get you home and out of those before you have an accident", he said. We left and took a cab to my flat where we were in bed within 5 minutes.
I had intended to make a long slow production of it but as soon as we got into the flat Jay picked me up and said "Which way to the bedroom". We ripped each other's clothes off and fell onto the bed and set about each other like rabbits on Viagra, kissing, licking and sucking on various body parts. Jay worked down until he was kneeling between my legs and started sucking on my cock slavering and licking at the pre-cum that covered me. There is something very sexy about having your cock sucked while a pair of dog tags slap against your arse. He was fascinated with my foreskin, which I have to admit is longer and looser than most, he said it was the first one he had ever had in his mouth and he made the most of it, running his tongue around the inside. I was more than happy to move round and reciprocate on his large cut mushroom head. I ran my hands over his thighs and legs, feeling the fine blonde hairs that were almost invisible to my eyes, I rubbed my stomach against his, exciting my nipples and feeling his rise against me, then I felt him pull my legs apart and lick around my balls before exploring forward to my hairy arsehole. He didn't pause, he stuck his strong tongue into me and pulsated his muscles inside me making me throw my head back and sit back on his face. He pushed further into me then he raised my hips and manoeuvred me forward . He grabbed my waist and swung both of us onto our sides then he pushed his wet dick into my open hole and slowly fucked. After a time I started pushing back faster, trying to speed things up but each time he slowed me down. As we got nearer to a climax he pulled out and said "Let's make this last". We kissed each other while Schumann played on the Hi-Fi then he penetrated me again and slowly worked me again. I was afraid to touch myself and had to keep thinking of other things to slow myself down, then he withdrew again. He fucked me on and off in different positions for three hours before he finally exploded in me with the greatest, biggest, wettest ejaculation I ever felt, and at the same time I emptied my sac with such violent tremors I thought my heart would burst.
Exhausted, we collapsed against each other and slept for all of two hours before starting again, but this time he offered his arse to me and I accepted it, getting him wet and open with my tongue before sliding my cock into him and I took him. This time we had not desire to delay things, but at the same time we were totally spent from out previous efforts so I fucked him hard for about 20 minutes before we reached the money shot.
We dosed fitfully until 6.30 then I made him breakfast before he left to pick up his luggage. We exchanged addresses and phone numbers and he promised to contact me if ever he came back to Britain, I promised to try to get to Germany next year. I collapsed back into bed to try and catch some sleep before I faced the day.