Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2007 23:09:17 +0000
From: funtime danny <funtimedanny@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Danny is Horny

It's pissing down with rain, so the lay bys and cruising areas will be a
wash out tonight and I can't face quiz night at the local gay pub. Normally
when I'm feeling horny on a night like this, I set myself up by the
computer with a couple of beers, poppers, a glass to piss in and my
favourite dildo. I strip to a t-shirt and white briefs, set the webcam
pointing to the bulge in my pants and hit the chat rooms and porn sites for
a couple of hours of drinking. Poppers and wanking. I had got as far as
setting everything up tonight and, like I often do, called up the Nifty
site to read a couple of stories I could stroke myself to full hardness
with, when I stopped and thought it might be horny to write something
myself for a change. I'm a reasonably good- looking guy and get my fair
share of casual sex. So thought maybe I'd start sharing my experiences.
What happened last Thursday might be good as it keeps coming back into my
mind at the moment. Thinking about re-living what happened, I find one hand
already adjusting my hardening cock. I reckon it will become one-handed
typing because I'll want to beat myself off while I'm recounting this. Hope
some of you will too. Let me know at Funtimedanny@hotmail.co.uk

My meeting last Thursday finished at mid-day. It would take me most of the
afternoon to get back anyway, so had decided I wouldn't go back to the
office until the morning.  That meant I was effectively free. Sometimes
when I'm in a town I don't know and have free time, I find myself getting
gently horny and wondering whether I might find some action somewhere -- in
a park or some toilets or a gay bar/club. There is something about being
away from the home patch.

I was in a suit -- not ideal, although it turns some people on. Where to
first. Transport is always a good bet. I headed for the nearby coach
station and found the toilets. The gaps under the partitions between the
toilet stalls were high,and there was some Gay grafiti but nothing doing. I
vaguely remembered reading some time ago that there was a mixed, but quite
gay pub opposite the train station. Places like that weren't often much
cop, especially at lunch time, but as I would eventually be leaving by
train anyway, I thought it wouldn't harm to see. If that failed could try
the station toilets.

The pub was better inside than its drab exterior had promised. Quite a
light and lively atmosphere and quite crowded -- mainly people taking
advantage of the cheap pub food. I sat at the far end of the bar where I
could survey the entire pub and got myself a beer. Most people were in
groups. I thought one group of young lads could be Gay, the rest pretty
mixed. There were a couple of much older guys on their own, one of whom
kept glancing my way, but I wasn't interested. After about half an hour a
group of people stood to leave, obviously to go back to work after
lunch. One of the guys, who had his back to me, said that he was going to
stay and finish his drink before catching a train. After his friends had
gone, the guy moved from his stool onto one of the cushioned seats facing
into the pub -- and more or less towards me.

He wasn't exactly drop dead gorgeous, but not bad either. And its difficult
to know exactly why, but my Gaydar started to ping. I guessed he was in his
thirties, defined, but not particularly muscled body, strong looking face,
but quite smooth, almost luminous skin that made him look somehow a bit
softer despite the rugged features.  He was dressed smart casual with an
open collar shirt and jacket. I glanced at him a couple of times and got
the sense that he was doing the same to me, although I couldn't be
sure. Once our eyes briefly locked, but again I couldn't be certain there
was anything there.

After a few minutes, I noticed he had almost finished his beer. Well
nothing to lose; I'd go to the Gents and see if he followed. The pub was
still crowded enough for it not to be obvious if he chose to do so.

I strolled past him on my way across to the loos and risked a glance. He
turned away as though caught. Probably a good sign. I felt a stirring down
below. I deliberately paused at the toilet door and glanced around, pleased
to note he was looking at me as I opened it and went inside.

There was a short passage and a second door. Good. You would get warning if
you were up to something and someone else came in. I pushed the second door
open.  There were three stalls to the left, a couple of wash basins to the
right and a trough- like urinal on the far wall that extended out of sight
to the left behind the last stall. I stood at the urinal, slightly to the
left but still in sight so that it would be obvious to anyone coming in
where I was. As I fished out my cock it began to throb and grow a
little. Wasn't sure whether to piss or not. I heard the door open behind
me.  Footsteps approached and a guy was standing next to me. Shit. Not
him. He began to piss.  Although I was half turned on, the sound of his
piss and the couple of beers I had had, got my flow -- and my alibi --
started. I just hoped he would finish first and leave.

The door opened again. Both me and the guy next to me glanced towards it as
it's natural to do. It was him. I wasn't sure if it was my imagination, but
thought his eyes met mine fleetingly before we turned back and I heard him
go into the stall nearest to me. The guy next to me finished and zipped
up. Luckily I had a strong stream of beer- piss and was still pissing as he
turned away. Please make him one of those that don't bother with washing
their hands I prayed. But he stopped at the basin and I heard him washing
his hand. Then those bloody hot air hand dryers that take ages to dry your
hands. I finished pissing, but guessed he didn't know that given the sound
of the dryer. But I couldn't stand there any longer, so buttoned up and
turned to the basin, just as he gave up on the dryer, rubbed his hands on
his trousers and went out.

I walked loudly back to the urinal so that my friend in the stall could not
be in any doubt I was still there and that I was 'loitering'. After a few
moments the chain went and he came out and went to one of the basins. I had
my back to him, but I could feel him looking. I slowly stroked myself to
full hardness. The movement of my arm must have been obvious to anyone
looking out for it. The tap went off and a moment later he was standing
next to me. We looked at each other and smiled. He nodded down towards my
cock and said 'nice'. I looked down at him. Nice looking packet, but he
wasn't making any effort to unzip himself. Instead he raised his hand, and
gently pulled my face from its downward glance until my mouth was an inch
from his.

"May I kiss you?"

The polite request seemed completely incongruous given that we were
standing at a urinal in a public toilet, me with my hand round my iron hard
cock. But it was unbelievably sensual. I sort of nodded. The sudden
ferociousness with which his tongue was shoved right in and exploring my
mouth back to my tonsils was also a complete surprise after his polite,
demur question. But I wasn't complaining. Fuck he was horned up. His hands
were all over my back and round my stomach as we kissed passionately. My
hands ran down his back and grasped his buttocks, pressing him towards my
hard cock that was now leaking precum. We broke for air and I thought he
was about to drop to his knees in front of my dick when we heard the outer
door go.

"Outside," he mouthed. And moved quickly so that he was leaving the toilet
as the inner door opened.

Fuck I thought as the new guy came up towards the urinal. When I'm this
hard, like I am now as I recall all this, it's such a struggle to get him
back into my trousers. I turned slightly away from the new guy and managed
somehow to get it inside my trousers and button up. Probably wasn't too
obvious except I knew I had gone bright red. I picked up my briefcase and
fled.

I hoped he would be outside. At first I didn't see him, but then noticed
him at the corner of the road by the pedestrian lights that took you across
to the station. I caught him up as the green man came on and we walked
across together.

"Steve," he said holding out his hand.

"Danny," I said taking it, squeezing it and holding it a bit longer than a
handshake really required.

He smiled.

"I'm sorry, but I have a train to catch. London train. You not going there
by any chance?"

"No. I'm headed north." I desperately tried to work out whether I could
afford to go with him and then come back on myself. But not really. They
were probably non-stop from here into London.

"We might have about ten minutes," he said in a low tone. The toilets on
platform 2 are pretty safe."

"Okay," I agreed, a bit disappointed, but ten minutes with someone this
horny was better than a kick in the teeth.

But then the gods shined on me. We got to the station and it was chaos.
London trains were delayed by about an hour. I said I was sorry. But he
grinned that full smile of his and said that he had been debating with
himself whether he could get the later train anyway.

"Is there anywhere we can go for a bit more privacy than the toilets?" I
asked.

"I'm not sure. They are building loads around here. Last time I had the
need -- he grinned a little bashfully -- there was a blocked off alley out of
sight of everything because of all the hoardings around the building
sites. It changes all the time as they build things, but we could see, if
you like"

"Lead the way," I said.

It was only a couple of minutes away. He was right, once we rounded a right
angled bend that led to a dead end, we were out of sight and there seemed
no particular reason why anyone would come up this alley. As soon as we
were round the bend, one of his hands slipped to my crotch and the other
grasped my face gently and turned in for another long, frantic snog. My
cock responded to his strokes so that he had a firm outline and I directed
his other hand to my bum as I squeezed his buttocks and pressed into his
own crotch.

We broke and walked a few paces to where there was a stack of old
crates. My briefs were feeling damp with my precum, as we put down our bags
and I pushed his head down towards the thickening bulge in my trousers.

"Fuck, yeah," he murmered as he sunk to his knees and undid my belt and the
buttons of my fly. No fumbling. I liked that. His hand was in my open fly
in no time, massaging my cock through my white briefs, the damp spot of my
precum very obvious. Then I felt his hands round the back, pulling my
briefs down over my bum, and then round the front levering them over my
cock, sticking out now at right angles from my body. I thrust slightly
towards his mouth, but he backed off and instead I felt his hands gently
stroking my balls. Fuck, it felt so horny. Then without warning his hot
mouth was over my cock and down to my pubes. The sudden rush of warmth
almost sent me over the top. This guy knew what he was doing. He sucked me
hard, but with deliberate, not-too-fast strokes, flicking his tongue across
my cock head at the upward part of each stroke, till I could feel the
beginning of that feeling just below the bulge of my cock head. I realised
I now had both hands on the back of his head, pushing in a rhythm that was
beginning to speed up. I didn't want to spunk yet and he seemed to have the
same idea, suddenly wrenching himself back from my cock, spinning me round
and burying his tongue in my arse.

Fucking hell, I nearly creamed it there and then, but he squeezed the base
of my cock hard as he rimmed my arse, his tongue digging ever deeper. He
stopped, got to his feet and turned me round, kissing me again. This time I
could taste the tanginess of my arse and the sweetness of my precum at the
same time. I reached down and stroked the outline of his dick. He moaned. I
undid his belt and flies and let his trousers drop to his ankles as I
continued to kiss him ravenously.

He might have been taking a bottom position until now, but his cock growing
in my hand felt like you imagine a huge top to be. I pushed him back
against the crates, lifted his shirt and began to head south after all. I
licked and lightly bit his nipples while I stroked him steadily. It made me
feel really good that his nipples both got really hard and he began to
thrash about slightly at every touch I gave them. I ran my hand down his
firm belly and abs, pressing into his pubic hair just above his cock. He
squirmed some more and his groans were becoming guttural. My mouth followed
my hand and then I was over his cock. I broke contact with him completely
for a moment and he was almost whimpering. Then I pushed my mouth down over
his cock. It felt so good as I lashed my tongue around it. I took it deeper
to the back of my throat. I started wanking my cock as I licked up and down
the shaft, down under his balls and with the other hand kept tweaking his
nipples. He was now literally writhing around out of control and half came
off the crates. I took my tongue under his balls, lifted him slightly so
that one of his legs was astride a crate and started on his arse. There was
a strong odour of sex, not a dirty smell, just a very sexy scent all around
his arse. I lapped him up, giving him plenty of saliva. I wanted to loosen
this one up.  To fuck this guy would be heaven. I felt him half sit up and
his hands were suddenly over my shoulders and back and hair as I ate him
out and started to wank his cock in time with wanking my own.

We both sensed we were close to shooting our load and I stood and brought
him up against me for another long kiss. He started nibbling my neck and my
ears as our hands ran up and down each others backs and I lightly bit his
shoulder. He whispered in my ear.

"I want your cock deep inside me. Fuck me Danny. Fuck me so deep."

He dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth again, sending
shivers up and down the shaft. I vaguely noticed his hand opening his
briefcase, fumbling around and pulling out a rubber, while he kept lashing
my cock and balls with his tongue. He pulled his head back and stared up
into my eyes. He held the rubber over the tip of my rock hard cock and
somehow, alternatively looking at it and into my eyes, he made the slow
unrolling of the sheath over my cock really sexy. He got up and kissed me
deep again, then turned and leaned over the crates, his bum in the air. He
looked over his shoulder and said in a really husky voice,

"Go on. Do it. Do it Danny," and spread his arse cheeks wide, exposing a
tight looking knot of arse flesh, still glistening from my earlier
rimming. As he pulled his cheeks wider the hole became clear. Inviting me
in.

For a moment I was mesmerised. Then his voice. More strongly.

"Do it NOW. Danny. Do it NOW." Urgent.

All the lust in me was suddenly unleashed. I grabbed him round the top of
his legs and drove my cock in one thrust all the way into that fuck hole. I
could sense him gasping for breath, but I just needed to fuck him hard. I
leaned back slightly and pulled off my shirt and tie till I was naked and
thrust hard into him again. And again. I was lost inside him until,

"Sorry mate, don't mind me, give it to her good. I'll be gone in a sec."

I froze deep inside Steve. My cock was yelling at me to give one more
thrust and spunk a load. My head was thinking, "Shit, we've been caught,"
before it processed the words properly. I turned my head.

There was a young guy from one of the building sites in a yellow hard hat
pissing up against one of the hoardings. He must have come to take a leak
and then noticed us after he had started, though god knows how he could
have failed to hear us.  Still there was noise from the building works
around us that I hadn't even been conscious of while fucking Steve, who he
obviously thought was a woman. I suppose he couldn't see much of him. I was
about to warn Steve to stay face down, when he turned and said loudly

"Fuck, don't stop now".

The workman's face was a sight. His jaw literally dropped and he almost
pissed on himself as he turned more directly towards to us. He stopped
pissing and strided towards us. Fuck I thought, My cock softened slightly
and I pulled out as Steve turned his head a bit further and saw what was
happening. I felt him shudder.

"Jesus, I never seen this before," said the workman. "You really fucking
this guy's arse?"

At least he seemed more interested than angry.

"Go on show me his arse. I heard its what you gays do, but its difficult to
believe your small arse hole can really take a cock. Show me his. Are Gay
arses made bigger or something?"

This guy clearly didn't think that it might just be a wee frustrating to
stop so close to cumming, but I couldn't help laughing at the question. It
could be a lot worse. Then to my surprise I heard Steve say. "No different
from yours mate. Take a look.  And it feels fucking great filled by dick."

The guy came closer as I stood back slightly and Steve spread his arse
cheeks out like before. His hole was bigger now, still expanded from taking
my cock. I realised Steve was enjoying this and I began to get hard again.

"Yeah, well..." the workman seemed a bit lost for words. But I noticed his
cock was beginning to rise from where it had only been roughly stuffed back
inside his jeans, the flies still open. He was squirming a bit. Then he
turned to me.

"So is it tighter than pussy, like they say?"

"I don't know. I don't do pussy." I couldn't believe I was saying this. I
could see he was getting more and more turned on.

"Go on then. Show me. Show me how it's possible for him to take your cock
up his arse."

There was an obvious edge of excitement in the guy's voice as well as
disbelief. This could be interesting.

"Okay, but if you really want to know the truth, you'd better check my cock
isn't artificially smaller than straight guys like you. You'd better
compare them.

If this was a story, the guy would have joined in at this point and wanted
to fuck too or something. But this was real and just last week in the
Midlands!  Nevertheless, the workman obviously felt a sense of macho
bravado and wanted to show he was more of a man than I was or something, so
he did take out his cock and stroke it a few times. I have to admit that
although I am a good 7-8" this guy was probably a bit bigger. He came up
next to me and stroked it to full attention.

"Well, you're almost as big as me Mr. Gay man. So show me how he's able to
take it."

Thank god it was a warm winter day last week or I think we would have all
lost it from the cold after all this messing around. I couldn't quite
believe this guy and wasn't sure if he was taking the piss or what. On the
other hand he could turn nasty.  Whatever was in his mind though, I was
beginning to feel excited by the situation.  The rubber had rinkled
slightly as my erection had gone down a bit, but now it was full on hard
again the rubber seemed okay. I could tell Steve was now into it again,
saying:

"Yes, Show him. Show him how real men fuck. Go on Danny. Fuck me now. Push
you big cock into my tight arse. Do it now."

He was looking at the workman, though, not at me. I saw their eyes lock and
wondered vaguely whether at some time in the future this workman was going
to end up experimenting as a bottom. But for now he turned away from Steve
and pushed me slightly towards the beckoning arse hole. I deliberately
stopped as the head touched his arse. The workman leant forward and watched
with fascination as I very slowly pushed my cock inch by inch back into
Steve's arse. I could sense the workman beginning to wank his cock

I started to thrust into Steve and he started to talk real dirty about how
he loved my huge cock in his arse chute, fucking his man pussy, while he
wanked his cock waiting for my hot spunk to pour into his manhole. The
words were probably for the benefit of the workman, but it was fucking
horny and pushing me closer to exploding. I really like being watched while
I fuck a guy. Makes me feel real macho as I thrust into a guy's arse,
especially if guys start to wank because I'm turning them on.  Normally it
is Gay guys, but this was even better somehow. The workman was making no
secret of being turned on now and was beating his cock mercilessly as my
rhythm sped up and Steve really started screaming for me to give it to
him. I was really close, could feel the spunk rising from my balls as I
slammed into Steve. I raised my hand from around his waist and started
pumping Steve's cock. It got harder and I knew he was close. Then there was
a yell from my right and a glob of the workman's spunk hit my leg before I
saw his jism splattering across Steve's bum and back. I heard him mutter
fuck, and a minute later, heard him running down the alley away from us.
Poor boy, confused about his sexuality I thought as I scooped up some of
the straight boy's spunk and spread it over Steve's cock, lubing my wanking
of him as I thrust deep inside him one more time and held it. Then that
first gush of my spunk up his arse and I was pounding him again, shooting
load after load inside him. Just as I was slowing and he was just screaming
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," over and over again I felt his cock spasm in my
hand and sensed him jetting his own load over the crates.

I sort of collapsed on him for a moment, kissed his back and then eased
off.  As the sexual endorphins began to recede, I began to feel cold and
found my shirt.  I pulled it on as Steve was turning and getting up. I
thought for a second we were going to have the post-fuck embarrassment of
the casual encounter, but then we reached for each other and hugged close
and had another long kiss, but much less frantic this time.

After getting dressed we both walked back to the station. It was only five
minutes to Steve's train, 15 minutes to mine. I felt there had been
something a bit special in the way we had connected. And I wanted to
explore his enormous cock for longer than I had the chance to do this
time. Again, if this were a story we would have swapped numbers and there
would have been a second chapter. But it wasn't like that.  With two
minutes to go, I plucked up courage, risking rejection and offered him my
phone number. He smiled.

"I'm sorry. It was great. But my partner and I have an agreement. If we
play away from home, it has to be pure sex and no threat. So we never meet
a guy for a second time. I'm sorry." With that, he gave me that smile again
and climbed into his carriage.

I think he was regretful too. No bullshit. He was tempted I think. Having
written this down, it's made me want to see him again even more. He's
special. A guy who loved to be fucked, but was not particularly into being
dominated or anything. And Christ could he kiss. Still, I can't complain.
My man and me have a similar agreement. And I do feel a bit guilty
remembering that I was prepared to break it on this occasion.


I've been wanking on and off as I've written this, but haven't spunked yet
and the poppers, a beer and my hard on are beckoning. So I think I need to
hit the porn and chat rooms after all and have a really good cyber wank.
Never know might run across Steve in cyberspace!

Not sure how well I write and whether it's worth doing again. If you liked
this account and got off on it a bit, let me know and I may write up
another experience (on the assumption I have another one worth writing up!)

Thanks
Danny
Funtimedanny@hotmail.co.uk