by Lance Rider
I closed my eyes, digging my fingernails into my palms; I’d been battling a lot of things recently that I just wasn’t prepared to face or deal with yet. Maybe he was right; maybe I should just fucking do it. Maybe I should just throw some shit at the wall to see what stuck. I took a deep breath in, opened my eyes, breathed out, then turned to Andy.
“So, mate,” I said, trying to hide how vulnerable I felt with a smirk, “you gonna show me yours, then?”
“What?” He frowned.
“Come on, Chinatown,” I shrugged, “you’ve seen mine, and I’m on my third pint. I wanna see yours.”
He looked at me for a moment, surprised and intrigued. He seemed to think about what I’d just said for a few seconds, before his face broke into a wide, cheeky grin.
“Right,” he smirked, “come on, then.”
He nodded his head in the direction of the toilets and headed towards them; I gulped and followed him, a curious mixture of fear and arousal forming in the pit of my stomach. The toilets were empty, thank fuck, and I followed Andy nervously into a cubicle, locking the door behind us. It was a tight fit; we stood opposite each other with barely a foot between us. I looked straight into his eyes, those dark, beautiful eyes, hoping he wouldn’t see the fear and yearning in mine; I’d always thought he was a great looking lad, and I couldn’t help but think it again now. He had gorgeous, dark eyes and really good bone structure, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline; very classically handsome. His body was lean, toned and athletic, and he really filled out his footie shirt nicely; he was wearing the navy blue third kit, which looked so sexy on him (I was wearing the lighter blue home shirt; gingers can’t wear anything too dark, or at least I can’t because I’m so bloody pale). The fabric looked so smooth and silky, and the more I looked at him, the more I wanted to touch it, without really being sure if it was the football shirt or his chest that I was more interested in. With a slow, sideways smile, he pulled down his joggers slightly and got his cock out. Fuck, mate… that was a nice dick; it looked nice and fat, and it was a decent size, even while soft (though it seemed to be starting to get hard already). His pubes were trimmed nicely; he’d left just enough hair, but not too much.
“Get yours out, mate,” he whispered, a smile playing in the corners of his eyes.
“Do it,” murmured the voice in my ear.
I’d already started pulling my trackies down before Andy had even asked me to, and bit my lip as I got my cock out for him. He grinned at it, seeming slightly amused that it was already stiffening. He stepped forwards and gently took both his cock and mine together in one hand, a moan escaping my lips as he did so. We were suddenly closer to each other than we had ever been before, both literally and metaphorically. Our eyes were just inches apart, and the only thing in that moment that I found more compelling than those dark, beautiful eyes of his were his lips; I’d never done anything with another lad before, but his lips looked so soft and gorgeous that in that moment I couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to kiss a boy for the very first time.
“Kiss me,” I murmured, unable to keep the yearning from my voice.
He leant in with a cocky smirk and crushed his lips gorgeously against mine; I moaned softly as I sank into the kiss, one hand around his waist and the other gripping the back of his neck. It was a deep, slow, fiery kiss, with a tempo that rose and fell deliciously. By the time we broke from it, I was fully hard.
“You fucking gay boy,” he smirked, before kissing me again. I laughed into the kiss, knowing that maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t; but at least we could laugh about it.
His hands were on my waist now as we continued kissing, his fingertips toying with the waistband of my joggers. I felt him freeze slightly as he realised what I was wearing underneath them.
“Mate… are you wearing a jock?!” He asked incredulously, a grin of delight spreading across his face.
I smirked, then nodded.
“Turn around,” he grinned, “let me see.”
Andy turned me around and pulled my joggers down; he gave a low gasp as he saw my bare arse, framed in the jockstrap. Leaning in to kiss my neck, his hands firmly gripped my cheeks as his stiff cock poked the small of my back.
“Mate…” He moaned appreciatively into my ear, “that is one gorgeous ass you have, man.”
“Yeah?” I grinned, “You like it?”
“Yeah man,” he replied, his dark eyes gleaming mischievously, “nice and peachy; just how I like ‘em.”
A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt his hands part my cheeks gently and his fingers trace lightly around my hole. I heard Andy murmur in approval as he spread my arse cheeks and saw my tight, virginal hole, covered in a light layer of soft, ginger fuzz.
“Fuck, man…” he said softly, “that is a hot fucking hole, mate. I’d fucking love to eat that ass.”
He got down onto his knees in the cubicle and surveyed my bared hole for a few moments, taking in every ginger strand and every inch of soft, white skin; I moaned softly as I felt his breath against my naked arse. I gasped with arousal as he kissed my left bum cheek, biting the skin ever so gently; it felt fucking exquisite.
“Yes,” whispered the voice in my ear, “that’s it. Enjoy it, boy. Tell him you want it. Let him eat your hole.”
“Do it, mate,” I murmured lustfully, “eat my ass, man.”
“Yeah?” I heard his voice light up with glee. “You want me to rim that hot little cunt of yours?”
I was so aroused and desperate for it by this point that all I could do was nod and murmur in agreement. I gave a strangled gasp of desire as Andy leant in with a smirk and licked deeply across my tight, untouched hole. Several small moans escaped my lips as he began gently, tenderly licking my cunt; he gripped my peachy bum cheeks with both hands as he flicked his tongue over my hole, making me gasp frantically as its tip teased my tight opening. I’d never felt more aroused before in my life; I was hungrily yearning for him to keep going, to just keep fucking going and to never stop.
“Yes, boy…” murmured the voice in my ear, “that’s it. Enjoy it. Tell him you want his cock in your arse.”
“I want it in me,” I moaned softly, surprising myself with how little encouragement I needed, “please mate… I want you to fuck me.”
He stood up and grasped me firmly around the chest, his hands grazing gorgeously over the silky smooth fabric of my football shirt; as he pushed himself against me, his hard cock slipped between my cheeks and he teased its bulging head gently around my hole. I gave a small gasp as I felt it rub softly against my arse; a few drops of precum leaked out of his bellend, and he gave a deep, low moan as he teased me, using his hard dick to slowly rub his thick, warm precum into my cunt.
“I bet that hot, straight boy cunt of yours is so fucking tight, man,” he murmured lustfully into my ear, “you want me to fuck your ass, mate, yeah?”
“Tell him you want it,” commanded the voice in my ear, “tell him you want it bareback. I want you to take his raw load in your arse, boy. Understood?”
Fuck… bareback? That was a bit extreme. It was also fucking hot.
“Yeah man,” I groaned, licking my lips, “and mate… you get tested, right?”
“Yeah, I’m all clear, mate,” he replied softly, “I’m on PrEP. What are you thinking?”
“I want to really feel you inside me, mate,” I moaned softly, “I want you to fuck me bareback.”
I felt his cock stiffen further against my hole.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he grinned, his hands gliding smoothly up my football shirt and finding my nipples; I gave a small gasp as he began playing with them gently through the silky fabric, “mate… you don’t even bloody know how much I want to fucking spunk in your ass right now.”
“Do it,” I urged softly, getting hornier and hornier by the minute.
“You sure?”
“Yes mate,” I moaned, biting my lip, “I want you to fuck my ass bareback. Fucking fuck me raw and spunk inside me.”
“Yeah?” He grinned, one hand on my nipple and the other groping my ass, “You horny little scally cunt. You really want my dick, don’t you, buddy?”
I gave a soft moan of agreement.
“You want this raw cock inside you…” he continued, clearly getting off on the way I responded to his touch and to his words, “you want to get fucked in your football kit in this skanky toilet cubicle, don’t you? Fucking shagged raw and spunked up? You fucking hot chav.”
“What can I say?” I smirked, “I really fancy some Chinese.”
He laughed, before kissing me again; he really was a gorgeous kisser. He bent me over the toilet and spread my cheeks, got his face between them and started rimming me again. I gave a gasp of anticipation as his tongue began teasing my hole; he worked it slowly, gradually getting my arse wetter, more relaxed and more horny. After barely two minutes of this my hole felt as it had never felt before; wet, ready and hungry for cock. Andy spat onto his dick, then onto my cunt, then onto his dick again, getting everything nicely lubed up.
“You ready, mate?” He whispered, pushing the head of his cock against my hole and teasing it gently.
“Yes, mate. Do it.” I moaned desperately, “Pop my ass cherry, man.”
With a deep groan of arousal, he pushed his big, stiff cock into my willing ass; I gasped, bit my lip and gripped the edge of the toilet seat with both hands as he eased it slowly in.
“Hurts?” He asked.
“No. No… good. It’s good.” I gasped these words, barely able to form thoughts, let alone sentences.
It was like nothing I’d ever felt before; it felt fucking incredible. My hungry hole screamed with pleasure as it took Andy’s thick cock deeper and deeper, never having realised before this point just how cock starved it had been all these years. I moaned with desire as he fucked me, driving that hot dick into my cunt again and again.
“You like this, mate?” He grinned lustfully as his pelvis slapped loudly against my arse.
“Yes mate,” I gasped, “fucking love it!”
“You’re a true faggot now, ain’t ya?” He laughed.
“Yeah man,” I moaned, surprising myself with how much I got off on being called that, “I love my faggot ass getting fucked raw.”
“Good boy,” murmured the voice in my ear, “take that cock. Enjoy it being deep inside you.”
A gasp escaped my lips as Andy’s fingers found my nipples again and began toying with them through my football shirt; there was something about the silky fabric that really heightened the sensation, and I could scarcely believe that I’d never realised how much I adored my nipples being played with. He kissed my neck again, the feeling of his soft lips and hot breath against my prickling skin making me moan with arousal, as his big, stiff cock thrusted continuously into me; he began fucking me deeper and harder, making me gasp with lust as my willing arse took every inch hungrily. I was in ecstasy; I felt nothing but pleasure as his hands began grazing deliciously over my torso again, caressing the smooth fabric of my football top and the smooth skin beneath it, while he pounded me endlessly.
Before long, Andy pulled this throbbing cock from my deliciously aching hole and sat on the toilet, gesturing for me to join him with a cheeky grin; I straddled him, and gave a moan of pleasure as I sat on his cock, allowing it to slide gorgeously back inside my arse. I began riding him in an erotic frenzy, one hand on his well-built shoulder and the other grasping the edge of the toilet seat; his hands were both gripping my waist, firmly guiding me up and down as he thrusted upwards into me.
“Does that feel good, mate?” He grinned.
“Yeah man,” I moaned, “fucking love having your cock in me.”
“You filthy fucker,” he moaned, his dark eyes gleaming, “you dirty little chav!”
“Fuck yeah, man,” I grinned back at him, riding his dick even harder and more fervently, “everyone knows proper scallies love big dick in their holes.”
“Fucking scally,” he murmured lustfully, “fucking scally lad with a tight little straight boy hole.”
“Yeah mate,” I groaned, riding him harder than ever, “fucking fuck that straight boy scally hole, man.”
He suddenly gripped my waist tighter and began pounding upwards into me so hard and so deep that I almost screamed out in passion; he was driving his cock into my arse so fiercely that I could barely even think, except about how incredible it felt, of course. He stood up, one of my thighs in each hand; I barely had time to wrap my arms around his neck to support myself before he just started fucking ramming me whilst literally suspending me in the air. I was gasping with frenzied passion, scarcely able to believe just how fucking intense everything was, and absolutely loving every second, fucking craving more and more. Everything about this was fucking filthy, depraved, wrong; we were in a public place, a public toilet no less, having dirty, bareback sex, constantly at risk of being caught, and literally everything about it got me off so much more than I’d ever thought it could.
After a few minutes of this, Andy put me down and bent me over the toilet again (I guess his legs got tired) and pushed his cock back inside me. Gripping my throat with both hands, he pounded me savagely; he was fucking me more intensely than ever before now, and grunting angrily the whole time.
“I’m… fucking…”
I assumed that meant he was about to cum.
“Yeah man,” I moaned desperately, “cum for me, mate. I want to feel you spunk inside me.”
“Yeah?” He grunted, “Tell me how much you want my load, buddy. I want you to beg for it.”
“Please, mate,” I groaned frenziedly, “please fucking spunk inside me. I need it so bad, man, please… please jizz in my ass.”
With a huge groan, I felt Andy’s cock throb inside me as he orgasmed, shooting his load deep in my arse. I moaned with pleasure as I felt his hot cum spurt into me; he pulled out, and I spread my cheeks so that he could shoot more of his thick, creamy spunk straight onto my willing, well-fucked hole. He shot a considerable amount of jizz onto it, then pushed his cock back in, fucking his load deep inside me. I moaned deliciously as I felt him do this, loving the sensation of him filling me up with his cum, breeding my arse raw and deep. He leant forwards and kissed me fiercely, before slowly pulling his cock out of me; I saw a few drops of his spunk stretch gorgeously between his bellend and my hole. He got down on his knees with a grin, pulled down my jockstrap and popped my achingly hard cock into his mouth. A moan escaped my lips as he began sucking me off; I started playing with my nipples through my football shirt again as his tongue and lips teased my stiff dick. Fuck… it felt so much better being sucked off by another lad than by a bird. Andy really knew what he was doing; he deepthroated me effortlessly, jerking my shaft with one hand and working my balls with the other. Everything about it felt so fucking incredible that it didn’t take long for me to get close. Panting slightly, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and began wanking furiously; he tipped his head back, his eyes gleaming as he opened his mouth, ready and waiting for my load. With a deep, lustful grunt, I came hard, spunking a hot, thick load straight into his face and mouth. A second spurt came, jizzing over his face again and then over his footie shirt. When I was done, he licked the last few drops of cum from my bellend hungrily, before standing up and kissing me deeply; I wrapped my arms around him and relaxed into the kiss, moaning slightly at the taste of my own cum on his tongue. We broke from the kiss, both panting and grinning stupidly.
“Sorry about your top, mate,” I laughed softly, gesturing towards the noticeable amount of cum that had splashed onto his football shirt; it was already sinking into the fabric, and was sure to be a tell-tale sign that he’d been up to no good.
“Don’t be,” he shrugged with a smirk, “I want Mike to take one look at me and know exactly what I’ve been up to.”
“Is he gonna care?” I asked with a frown.
Mike was a top lad; I’d always liked him, and I didn’t want to cause beef with him or to fuck up his
and Andy’s relationship.
“Nah, man; he’ll think it’s hot,” Andy replied, a cheeky gleam in his dark eyes, “he’ll probably tell me to invite you over.”
I grinned; a part of me really hoped he wasn’t joking.
We exited the toilets and returned to the bar as surreptitiously as we could; no one seemed any the wiser, which just added to the thrill of it all, for me at least. And we hadn’t even missed too much of the match; the second half was just about to start and we were winning two-nil. I’d almost completely forgotten about the electronic voice in my ear until he spoke again, just as I was buying another two pints for me and Andy.
“Good boy,” he murmured, “you’ve done exactly as I asked. Well done.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I replied, as subtly as I could.
“I will give you further instructions in the morning,” he said, “enjoy the rest of your evening.”
I stood there, a little stunned; I’d naively assumed that once I’d been fucked by Andy, that would be it, and this would all be over. But it seemed now like that couldn’t be further from the truth; it seemed that this was just the beginning.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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