The Backroom

Ben and I were sitting up in bed eating toast and drinking coffee.

Harley and Butch were both spread out on the end of the bed.

Ben looked up from his iPad. He leaned back against the pillows and sighed. “Tell me a story you have never told me?”

“A story I have never told you?”

“Yeah,” said Ben. “Make it a good one.”

“A good one?” I questioned. “You mean you want to hear a dirty story?”

“Well, yeah, sure.” Ben smiled. “I really meant something QI, but now you have to tell me a dirty story.”

I remember the back room at those dance parties, all hot and close and hushed, but not quiet at all really, with that underlying heaving and heavy breathing and the occasional groan and grunt. And smell of sweat and sensation of movement that wasn't movement at all, as such.

I remember that one back room when I followed that guy inside and he walked over to a wall and stood there with his back to it. 

And I thought what the hell and I want straight over to him and started kissing his soft lips and stubbly face and he kissed me back with his hot breath and wet tongue even if he kept his arms above his head, up against the wall.

I took his belt buckle in my hand and pulled it open and then pulled open his button fly and slid my hand inside his warm sweaty jocks to uncurl his curled cock, getting thicker in my hand as he started to kiss me even more instantly, still with no hands.

Kissing him felt good, as his jeans fell down his thighs and his cock uncurled fully out of his heated jocks, as he whispered "that feels good, mate." I ran my hand down his hard thick shaft as he said, "Yeah, that feels good, keep doing that." 

His thick sausage had turned into a steel rod and I got down on my knees and took the length of it in my mouth and he started pushing it down my throat which felt good, really good with his girth and its size.

He grabbed my hair and started pushing my head onto his big dick, which was sliding right down the back of my throat with blunt force. While I was sucking him I undid my jeans and got my hard cock out and started rubbing it in the same rhythm as I was sucking his monster right down the back of my throat.

All the time other guys were grunting and groaning and calling out to the deities as the darkness throbbed and heaved with sweat and heavy breathing and the smell of flesh on flesh.

Then he grabbed me by the armpits and pulled me up, taking my hard cock in his hand, whispering in my ear, "Oh yeah mate, that's nice, really nice, I so want it inside me." 

He turned around and faced the wall behind him as I found the elastic of the back of his jocks pulling them down, pretty quickly sliding my finger up the hairy ravine in the crack in his arse, which he very quickly was pushing back onto the full length of my digit.

I dropped great gobs of spit into my hand quickly rubbing the wetness into the crack in his arse between his warm hole and the thick knob of my cock. And pretty quickly he was pushing back on it saying, "Yeah, man, put it in me. Please put it in me."

Then with the release of sphincter, the head of my cock was inside him, "Oh yeah" just as he was twisting his head around far enough so we could pash each other intensely, as the shaft of my cock slide slowly into him, as he drew in breaths, between our wet lips sucking and licking each other.

He pushed back with intent, raising his face up in the air and groaning with distinct chatter of his teeth and moaning as he pushed back hard on me until his arse crack had devoured my cock completely, as I pinned him to the wall.

He said to me in a deep guttural tones that he really wanted my hard dick so bad, so I gave it to him in long, slow strokes. And when he said he wanted it harder, I gave it to him harder. And he groaned and growled and pushed his arse out forcefully to take my big cock even more forcefully until he had the palm of one hand up on the wall while he spat in the other and rubbed his cock with force.

Then he told me my cock felt so fucken good up his arse that I was going to make him squirt his load any time now and I whisper in his ear that he should, as I could cum up his arse anytime now too. 

"Oh, yeah!" he said at the suggestion. "Put your load in me."

And he started to shake and spasm violently, as he swore, as he shot his jazz all over the wall in front of him, as I pushed my cock deep into him and shot my load deep inside. We both spammed, and jumped and shook and said, “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” with every squirt of cum we shot out into the dark, him up the wall, me up him.

And then we were still, but still joined, and panting and catching our breath. And he stood with me with my arms around him, with my head rested against his muscular back. And we stayed really still until we both started feeling cold, well, at least I was feeling cold, I just assumed he was too, as my hot sweat turned to cold sweat.

I pulled my soft cock out of his hairy bum with a stretch and a plop and we were separated again. I flicked my cum off my hand as he became reanimated and flicked the cum off his hand too. With us both wiping our hands on our clothes, as we pulled our pants up and re-buttoned everything before we thank each other, kiss briefly and both left the dark room.

Out in the light I could see for the first time that he was not, in fact, the guy I had followed in there. He was a complete stranger. And my head spun as I tried to think how the switch happed, but then I shrugged and thought who cares, as he said his name was Liam and I told him my name was Josh.

Ben's handsome face screwed up. "Was he awful?"

"No, he was hot."

Ben laughed. "Trust you, you were lucky."

"Trust me?"

"Oh, you are like a cat, you always fall on your feet."

"It's normally good planning, what are you talking about?"

"In a black room?"

"Nyr."

"How much planning?"

"Well, I found him in the dark, didn't I?"

"Um, no, you didn't." Ben shook his head.

We both laughed.