Went Looking A homoerotic tale,not for the faint of heart, by Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk [Watersports, S&M, group]
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Chapter Three
I'm not sure in what sequence the actions of the next few moments occurred. All I can remember was more poppers. One hand pulling at my hair while another slapped my face from side to side and my mouth suddenly filled to the back of my throat with a big hard black sausage as a belt was applied back and forth across my naked back and arse.
'Look up at me! I'm going to shove it right down your throat boy and you wont choke so much at that angle.'
There it was, being called boy again. How could I refuse? I looked up to see his brilliant white teeth smiling as he pulled his hot cock almost out of my mouth, hawked and spat on it, then shoved it back in again. In and out, in and out! Black spit on black cock sliding unopposed through the mouth muzzle holding my white mouth open and down my throat. I was gagging and attempting to rock my head from side to side if only to allow some air past that black weapon and into my chest. Yet at the same time my hands were gripping tightly to his smooth firm naked buttocks forcing the wiry hair at his groin against my nose and face. He smelt the same as he tasted, hot, sweet sweaty cinnamon and for some reason I was reminded of rice pudding. I wanted his rice pudding, down my throat, over my face, anywhere he wanted. Yes! More!
He wrenched my head backwards and pulled out. 'If this wasn't a work night I'd really have some fun with you boy. Why don't you come back on a Saturday, I'm often here after twelve.'
I didn't really understand what he meant but everything told me I'd find out because this boy wanted him to have his fun. Meanwhile, as I caught my breath and watched his hands working rapidly back and forth on that cock I couldn't really believe it had just been in my mouth, let alone down my throat. I reached behind my head to undo the straps allowing the ring in my mouth to fall out, after quickly checking my jaw was still mobile I hunched forward to take it back where I just knew it belonged.
'No more today boy. I've got to go and I like to see where my juice goes. No doubt these others would like to see as well.'
'Others? I'd quite forgotten my original contact and became aware he had been joined by a couple more. One old man right by my head was wanking furiously and just as I turned toward him started groaning, then unloaded himself over my chest and groin. A hand in my hair pulled my head back.
'You want a face full boy? Do you like to get dirty for me? Let me watch you get used?'
'Boy wants to make you happy, wants to learn Whatever you want!'
I was laying myself open to God knew what I knew, but it was true. And if he wanted to call me boy I was more than happy to agree.
'That man with his fingers up your arse wants to beat you. Would you allow that?
'If you enjoyed it and were there to hold me,' I told him.
He grunted, near pulled the hair from my head and started shooting, jet after jet of thick creamy cum everywhere over my face and hair and down my chest. There were at least a couple more men in the toilet now as well as the one with his fingers up my arse with his other hand pulling on my balls. They had seen this black man face fuck his dirty boy and shoot all over his face. I should have been mortified but it all just seemed right, what I was meant for.
'Can I shoot over him like that?' A young voice, foreign accent. I looked round, he was one of a small group watching and wanking, in fact I thought I recognised him from the polish hand car wash site I sometimes jogged past in the early evenings. Rough, actually not much older than me though of course being quite well built with a rough complexion he looked otherwise against my body.
'Why Not? Turn round boy and let the nice man cream over your face so I can see it. Better still, lay your body down on the dirty floor so they can all see it and cum over you.'
The floor was still wet from the earlier piss shower and I knew it was filthy as well. It felt cool against my beaten naked back as I looked up in the dim light to discover some half dozen men of various ages standing round with their cocks out. The young polish one walked round to trap my head with his feet and I could see him rapidly wanking and smirking as he looked down at me but I was more involved with the heavy booted foot belonging to my new coloured friend that was squashing against my prick and balls.
My tender arse where the fingers had been busy felt as if I'd been abusing myself with a dildo for ages and my back felt sore where it was pressed on the stone floor but I can promise that until that moment I'd not really been aware of the further abuse my body had been receiving. All of my interests had been occupied by the almost invisible, fit, near naked, black man standing in-front of my kneeling body and especially the black cock that had thoroughly violated my tender throat. What little consciousness had been free from dealing with that abuse had been filled by the promises of what use he would make of my body if given over him to train. I didn't know if my body, let alone my psyche, would be up to his demands but they sure as hell fulfilled my fantasies when abusing myself, in fact went a far bit further.
Booted feet clamping my head firmly between them squeezed tighter as my body writhed against the other foot grinding into my groin, squashing and squeezing my cock and balls and as my face was once more liberally splattered with a fresh hot payload of cum, some landing in my gasping open mouth, my own poor ill-treated cock finally added its own contribution to the mess my body was in. I thought it would never stop shooting as the foot continued to compress and massage my nether regions, my body jerked up and down, my mouth; my brain; could only make guttural sounds as it finally obtained the release so long desired, and yet, in what little conscious awareness that remained at that moment I just knew that I wanted more. In fact would have been prepared to carry on right then, or at least, once I'd regained my breath and my body would be prepared to move.
The feet at either end were removed as I lay there gasping, hands and feet outstretched, just aware of the final smatterings of cum dripping on my exposed torso from the audience wondering where my shorts and shoes were, whether I could get home without anybody seeing the state my body was in, had there been anybody in here who knew me?
Oh Hell! Who cared? I'd just had the best sexual experience of my life and if I had the nerve to follow up there was more to come. My bladder was getting a bit desperate and I thought it had already suffered enough so I just let it flow, reaching down without thinking to direct the stream that began to flow over my body to the amusement and entertainment of the few men still adjusting their dress prior to leaving the toilet.
Finally standing and discovering my running kit over in a corner I pulled my shorts on and after using the vest to wipe the worst from my face and hair managed to drag that over my upper half. My jock strap had disappeared so Id have to make do with the mesh in my shorts so as not to frighten the neighbours. Ha! The neighbours would be more than a little frightened or disgusted if they could see what had happened here this evening.
As I knelt to fit my trainers the voice asked, 'Saturday? OK?'
'Can't this weekend,' I told him. 'I'm away on a job.'
'Al right then. Next week, after midnight, and I'll start to teach you what that body can take.'
I grunted in reply. Getting out into the open I could start to see just what a state my body was in and was thankful for the trees bordering two sides of the playing fields to help shelter me from view as I carefully started to jog my way back home. Thank goodness my maisonette had direct access to the fields. I had a lot of thinking to do before venturing into that dirty public toilet again at any time, let alone at night.
I also had a lot of washing to do, and, judging by the pressure rising where my shorts were rubbing against my sticky body, something between my legs needed to be taken in hand again first. God! I was turning into a randy bugger.
Hope you liked this. If so you may enjoy my other stories held in the Nifty Archive. Seek under Prolific Authors, Ant-Boy.
Also – published effort to entertain: Subs Deliverance by Anthony Thomas Paperback: 189 pages ISBN: 978-1-935509-08-0 Available from Amazon and all good Gay Bookshops.