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2018-10-26
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“ A r e y o u a l r i g h t , f e l l a ?”
me. I plastered on a friendly smile and did my best not to slur my words.
“I’m
He sat
darkness. “You smoke?” I took a cigarette from the box he offeree. “How
did you
house for a session, h is other half was away. We did a shot of G and he had
just slammed me when his other half text to say he was five minutes from
home –
he’d missed his flight or train or something. Yes. In spite of the powerful
rush
I had dressed, collected up my belongi ngs and left in the space of just a
few
minutes. I had crossed the street to the park opposite and sat on the
nearest
bench. And here I was. The rush had passed but the G had kicked in, 2.5ml a
strong
escape and half -hearted get-away in a very matter of fact way, being
painfully up-front
and caring little what he thought. The anonymity of the dark night combined
with the effects of the slam made me bold. “What about you? What are you
doing
h e r e ?”
“ A g o o d S a m a r i t a n , e h ?”
like that.” He offered me a light for the cigarette I had been holding in my
h a n d f o r t h e l a s t f i v e m i n u t e s , b u t t h e b r e e ze c a u g h t t h e f l a m e s o I h a d t o
turn
I teased, turning back, returning the lighter and takin g a long draw on the
cigarette.
He laughed self -consciously “Nah, quiet
one tonight. Nobody took my fancy.” He sounded young, but whether he was
or not
I couldn’t tell; there was no moon in the sky and no lighting in the park, I
could only see that he was white, average height, average build. Blonde or
m a y b e c r o p p e d , b a l d e v e n . “ S o y o u ’ r e g a y t h e n ?” h e a s k e d
“I’m bi”.
h e r e ?”
I took the final toke on the
cigarette and flicked it out in front of me. It hit the ground in a plume of
sparks
and died quickly. “Yep, more than likely”. I coughed – his brand of
cigarette was rough. “You
knocked my forearm and I reached over and felt for the bottle of drink he
was
offering me. “It’s just water, not much left in the bottle, sounds like you
need it.”
The bottle felt light, it was just a sip. I removed the lid and knocked it
back
in one go. It didn’t touch the sides. I barely tasted it but it wasn’t water,
sorry”.
“ W a s y o u r m a t e g o n n a f u c k y o u t o n i g h t ?”
we talked about sex. I stopped myself, this guy was being kind I didn’t
wanna
“Proper horny.”
We sat in silence for a moment and
had a sure thing. Fucks me off when I go home empty handed”. He didn’t
chuckle
less disorientated after the cigarette but now I felt heavy again. I realised
I
was mumbling something so I stopped and started again “Home to your right
hand
can you”.
myself rocking slightly and stopped myself, what was going on? I took out
my pack
of smokes, took one out and felt through the darkness for his hand. He took
it.
I took out another, turned my back to light the cigarette and took a drag. I
couldn’t focus on the lit end of my cigarette, it was blurry, like a camera on
auto-focus that can’t find the object. The cigarette was suddenly
unappetising.
Sensory
sensations came in waves; the breeze on my face, the taste of the cigarette
on
my lips. The pressure around my wrist, like someone had taken me by the
hand. I
felt my arm extend in his direction and then a symphony of textures in the
palm
of my ha. Warm soft skin, relaxed and supple, and the coarseness of hair.
My
hand was on his bare crotch but I felt like a spectator in my own reality. I
felt him twitch and harden in my hand but it was like it was happening to
somebody else.
“That
wasn’t water, it was just a little GHB.” It didn’t feel like ‘a little’. “It
was meant to go in some girl’s drink tonight but she didn’t put her glass
down”.
He put a hand on mine and began to rub himself with my hand. “Thought I
was
worry about it.” I heard myself say. Don’t worry about it?
“I
a i n ’ t g a y . ” H e w a s h a r d i n m y h a n d n o w , i t f e l t s i za b l e – g i r t h y . H e w a s
solid,
like a Viagra hard -on, but there was a softness to the texture of t he
smooth
skin. He was uncut, I could feel the deep ridge of his wide corona pass
under
the skin.
All
of a sudden my head was in his lap, the stink of sweat and stale piss in my
nostrils. He pulled my head up on his stomach and positioned the tip o f his
dick against my lips. He pushed my head down, wedging his bell end between
my
lips and against my teeth. Opening my mouth felt like a feat, it took every
ounce
very back of my throat but the angle wasn’t quite right and he couldn’t go
deeper,
got frustrated “fuck sake” he said, more to himself than to me. “Oi”. He
and I fell to the ground at the foot of the bench with a thud. I felt it,
perhaps
not as harshly as I would have sober, but I felt it. And then I was crawling
on
my hands and knees, I didn’t know how I was doing it but I felt grass under -
hand.
“Mate,
collapsed and I found myself laid face down on the grass. He turned me
over and
m y h e a d s p u n d i z zi l y . I t r i e d t o o p e n m y e y e s b u t i t w a s l i k e m y b o d y h a d
nausea. He sat down beside me, I heard the delicate rustle of a plastic bag
felt the tip of his dick against my lips again. I was on my back, head up, and
he was hunched over me from over my head as if he might 69 with me. I
willed my
mouth to open again and he pushed in firmly, jiggling his hips to position his
dick balls deep in me. His nuts rested over the bridge of my nose, one for
each
pressure, clamping my head against the grassy ground. The little resistance
I
Finally
forced his dick out of my throat along with a thin slurry of liquid vomit.
“Did
you just sick up?” he laughed “You dirty cunt.” He simply lined himself up
I
took breaths when I could, when I remembered to breath. The moments
became singular,
pulled down my trousers. He used his fingers to find my pre -lubed hole. He
recoiled slightly at the wetness and might have sniffed his fingers but
seemed
He
went in cold with just a licked hand for lube. The lube I had applied at my
friend’s house was mostly dried out and It felt as though he had razor
blades
on his cock. He was determined, eager. The agony was intolerable. I heard
myself cry out, felt the impact of his fist on my cheekbone. He doubled
down
and wedged himself into me, inch by inch, pushing, stretching. He felt
massive
inside me. The pain was unrelent ing, just when I thought that was it, that
he
His
breathing was suddenly laboured and I felt him stiffen inside me. The
moment he
was balls-deep inside me he was pumping a load into me. I felt him spasm
repeatedly,
felt the stretch slacken slightly as he went limp. I didn’t expect him to cum
so quick but boy was I glad. It was over. It was hot but it was over. He
massaged his spunk into me with his softening cock, lubing himself w ith his
own
He
didn’t say another word. He climbed off, fussed for a moment, and then I
couldn’t
sense him around me anymore. He left me there, face -down and raped on the
grass
– arse out, leaking his DNA. It wasn ’t the night I had planned, but I was
content.