Hot January Night

It was going to be one of those nights, I could tell. The adrenaline was flowing and I was really pumped up to score. The cruise ground ran along the promenade by the old disused pier - isolated from the overcrowded and straight area of the sea front - and the conditions tonight were ideal. Darkness had just descended and the overcast, chilly weather would ensure that only the serious cruisers were around.

Already I could make out a few movements in the shadows, and each approaching figure on the walkway caused a tingle in the stomach, an anticipation of the thrill of the eye contact that would follow and the possibility of an encounter with an Adonis who was as interested in me as I was in him.

I reckoned my chances were quite good. Okay, so my body wasn't like Schwarzenegger's and my face couldn't match Di Caprio's, but I kept myself reasonably fit and always made sure I looked presentable. After all, you could never tell who you were going to bump into.

But it also required an attractive guy to turn me on, and I hoped that tonight, amongst the clones and the middle aged men, there would be a few boy-next-door types with minds as horny as mine.

I passed a toilet block and a black and white movement made me glance quickly to my left. Leaning against the wall of the block was a young dark haired guy in a college jacket and jeans, the large letter Y on his jacket front seemed to glow in the poor light. Our eyes locked into each other and the sparkle of the whites of his eyes turned me on. My heart twisted as it always did in these kind of encounters, and I felt the bulge of my groin tighten against my jeans. It was time to play the cat and mouse game of cruising.

I walked on. If he was interested he would follow. As I walked I told myself not to appear too eager, not to look back too soon. I made myself count to twenty before I did so, and sure enough he was following me.

A bit further on were a couple of benches which faced out to sea from the edge of the beach, and I made for them. I sat and waited there with my heart pounding away, and told myself to calm down, to look out over the blackness of the sea and wait for him to arrive.

Footsteps came across the pebbles behind me and he sat down on the other bench. I swallowed hard. Look at him now I ordered myself, but play it cool.

When I looked across I saw a man of about sixty with cropped hair and a moustache staring back at me. He was fingering his crotch. Shit! I stood up quickly and left, ignoring him.

What had happened to the guy in the college jacket? Maybe he went off because of the old clone. I thought about shouting back angrily at the man and calling him a dirty old pervert, but I didn't. It would only focus attention on me, and besides wasn't I just a younger version?

I made my way further down the promenade towards the disused pier, where guys sometimes hung around. I was mad with the old guy for getting in the way, and also with the guy in the college jacket guy for disappearing. I still had no idea where he had gone.

Perhaps he had changed his mind and followed someone else. The thought made me feel mad towards myself too, for not being more direct or confident with my temporary pursuer. Had he thought I wasn't interested in him? I thought of those whites of his eyes again, and kicked myself.

The sea breeze had picked up and the noise of the waves breaking was louder now, the smell of the seaweed stronger. A black labrador bounded past and a little later his young owner stared into my eyes with such cockiness and self importance that it was difficult to hold back the snigger until he was out of earshot. If he had expected me to look around after him he would've been disappointed. I needed a cigarette.

I couldn't see anyone around the pier so I loitered among the shadows of the base supports where there was some shelter from the increasingly cold wind. I was just about to strike a match when a hand clasped my shoulder and almost made me jump out of my skin, spilling both match and cigarette. "Don't draw attention to yourself," a gruff voice said.

I spun around to see who it was, sure it was the guy who had disappeared earlier.

It wasn't.

He was a skinhead, I could make that out, and was young. Nineteen or twenty at the most, fresh faced and handsome, and well built though not exactly musclebound. His Doc Martens boots came half way up to his knees and he wore combat trousers with pockets and zips everywhere, and a worn out Levi's jacket that I fell in love with as soon as I saw it. But it was his eyes that drew me in.

I couldn't quite make out the colour because of the light, but they were magically mesmeric, so much so that I seemed to be under a kind of paralysing spell, almost unaware that his warm hands had worked their way under my T-shirt. As they caressed my chest and then my nipples, my cock jerked suddenly to life.

He was bare chested under his jacket and his skin was beautifully soft to the touch. Automatically I reached down to his crotch and drew a short breath - he was enormous. I was about to bend down when a dog barked nearby and disturbed us.

"Too risky here anyway," he said. "Do you have somewhere we can go?"

"You bet," I said. "And my car's just up the road. Let's go."

A HOT JANUARY NIGHT - Part 2

"Pick up many guys along there?" the skinhead asked, as I drove back to my place as fast as I could. His gruff voice had mellowed down a tone or two now that he had successfully picked me up.

"One or two," I said with a grin. We didn't know each other's name yet. "I'm Mike by the way."

"Craig," he grunted.

The conversation died out as soon as it had begun. No bad thing really, since I didn't want to talk, just wanted to get this piece of rough into bed. I guessed Craig wanted the same, or he wouldn't have got into the car in the first place.

We arrived at the flat, and no sooner had we got through the door when Craig spun me around and pushed me against the hallway wall.

He was powerful, not that I wanted to resist too much. His mouth pressed against mine, forcing open my lips and his tongue action was sensational, teasing mine out to play, making my mouth buzz with all sorts of electrical charges. And while we kissed he pressed his groin against mine and through his army trousers I could feel his big powerful erection trying to burst free, kick starting my own cock into life too as he pushed rhythmically harder and harder.

"Where's your bedroom?" he grunted.

I led him through and Craig threw me onto the bed. This was exciting, almost unnerving, I didn't know what was going to happen next. "I'm in charge, right?" he said in such a tone as to be taken without question. "Take all your clothes off."

I obeyed, excited by his dominance. Craig did not remove any of his clothing, but just stood at the foot of the bed watching me undress, rubbing his crotch. When I had removed the last of my clothes - I made sure it was my boxers so that he had to wait till the end, a sort of rebellion against his authority I guess - he made me kneel in front of him. "Just remember you are my slave." There was no doubt in his voice, it was just a matter of fact.

"Remove my trousers, slave, but don't undo my boots!"

My cock was getting hard again as I unbuttoned the fly and eased them down, gasping at the big swelling inside his lycra shorts beneath. He was quite clearly excited by his domination of me.

After a bit of a struggle Craig's combat trousers were removed. "Now lick my boots," he ordered. I had no hesitation in obeying, especially since I had always fancied boys in boots. There was still a faint smell of leather about them and the brown colour was not recently polished so the taste was okay. I looked up momentarily for approval, but Craig's handsome fresh face was looking sternly down at me. "Keep licking, slave, like you love them."

I did as I was told. No one had ever bossed me around like this before but I'd not come across anyone like Craig before either.

"Now my jacket, slave, stand up!" I did so, awaiting his word. "Kiss the buttons, lick them, sniff the old denim."

There was never a more willing slave. Doc martins and Levi's jackets on a guy really turned me on. The buttons on the jacket were cold, but the inside of the jacket was warm against his hard bare chest. The smell of the denim was faintly earthy. As I sniffed it in Craig pressed me firmly against his chest, then eased me at last down to his bulging shorts. There was a damp patch where his cock had been bursting to get free, and he forced my nose and mouth against it.

"Suck it through the shorts, slave."

The smell was just there through the shorts. Active cock odour. My own cock jerked tighter still at this smell. After a couple of seconds Craig lifted me up and pushed me onto the bed. "You'd better be ready for this, slave" he said.

I watched the shorts come down and his cock jerked angrily free. I had to gasp aloud. It must have been at least ten inches. Craig read my mind. "Ten and a half, slave, and you're going to take it!" He pulled a condom from his breast pocket and tore it open, then while stroking his huge cock in one hand he put the condom on and unrolled it skillfully with the other.

"Lift your legs up. Higher!" He grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs further back towards my face, moving himself into position. Then with cock poised against my hole he drew a noisy mouthful of saliva and spat forcefully against the tip of his penis and some of it scored a direct hit on my arsehole He worked the spit in with the tip of his cock, and then started to push. At first he slipped out a couple of times. Then he pushed harder and entered and it felt like hot metal and I winced and tried to relax a bit more. Craig kept on pushing and when he knew he was in he gave two or three long pushes to make sure. My cock had gone soft when he had hurt me at first, but now I was more relaxed it grew hard again very quickly.

And then the fireworks really started.

His thrusts were slow at first and I was easily able to match his movements, and as he pushed his huge cock in all the way it felt like it would pierce through my stomach, and it felt so hot. Then his thrusts got gradually faster and I was in heaven. And then he provided the violent bucking to and fro and I shot my load all over my throat and chest and the sight prompted Craig to go harder for another thirty seconds or so, and he was beginning to hurt me, until he withdrew completely and tore off the condom expertly and just in time for him to squat over my stomach.

The cum came in jets and the first hit my nose and cheek with an audible splash and the subsequent ones slapped over my chest and stomach, mixing in with my own juices.

The domination had ended.

And then for the first time I saw a smile flicker across his face which transformed him from handsome to absolutely stunning. "Christ," he said, "You were the best slave I've ever had. Do you know what I want now?"

I couldn't guess.

"A steaming hot cup of tea, that's what," and he smiled showing perfect teeth and we both burst out laughing.

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written by huntitdown