Journey to desire

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The only sound emerging from our tight little group of seven was the occasional gasp of
passion as one of us unloaded his wad, either into a waiting mouth or hand. My head pounded with lust and that crazed 'don't-give-a-fuck-now' feeling when your cock is so hard, and the situation is so right that you just motor on blindly.

We'd all drifted together, after-hours here; almost like we had some kind of a homing instinct, finding other like-minded souls eager to play sex. And then the eagerness had become a hunger, then a craving need, and before long mouths had met mouths and cocks and asses, until now, here we were an hour later, still not exhausted but ready to play 'cum with me' some more.

Plenty more.

I was bent forward, my mouth over a hot, beating prick that rose and was now nudging at the back of my throat and making my eyes water, while behind me I had a long wide boner that filled my guts and spread my thighs. I took it all into me and wanting more, his heavy sac slapping against my thighs as he fucked me long and slow, well oiled and powerful. Next to me, a guy was noisily feeding on a monster piece, his lips stretched almost painfully wide, but he wanted it all - he wasn't going to give up when there was meat to eat.

There was a slight chill on the darkened foetid air of the toilet block as we worked quietly on each other's pleasures. An oozing prick slid against my cheek, and I paused to lick it. Rolling the residue round the inside of my mouth before going back to my main man. Below me someone was reaching up and sucking on me, the heat of the inside of his mouth must have been what a tight cunt feels like, and so comfortable that I almost came right there and then.

If we'd been a machine we'd have had steaming rising from us.

This place - this toilet block - was in a walkers' hostel and I'd only arrived an hour or so previously, having had a quick meal and a shower, and now, here I was, deep into a toilet orgy.

This trip was part of a short walking break I'd promised myself after my affair with Don broke up. The photographs of him that had arrived a week before, addressed to me from a 'concerned friend' showed him doing just what I was doing right now, and they were enough to make me realise that I’d been wasting my time with him, when I could have had just as much fun playing tit-for-tat. If he wanted to screw other guys then I could do the same, so I made him return my key as took his belongings out to the cab, and determined to spread myself around.

Just like he'd done.

This hostel had been my first port of call after having set out six hours earlier, so I figured I wasn't doing too badly so far.

The guy I was sucking suddenly grabbed my head between his two hands and pulled my face down hard into his groin just as he came, spunking up into my mouth like a geyser. I took what I could - I really tried - but I had to waste some out of the corners of my mouth. My eyes were still watering - he was real big - but now my concern was to stop myself from gagging as he kept on thrusting up at me, grunting and gasping, until the flow slowly subsided. Then, as he loosened his grip on my head I let him slide from my mouth while I cleaned him off, licking the oozing piss-slit before he rolled away, and another guy moved in and pulled my head down to him, presenting me with a beautifully uncut and heavily veined weapon of choice.

I love uncut cocks, and I took my time savouring that pink shiny tip that's so closely guarded by the foreskin, with its leaky, slick pre-cum. Just then, the guy who was fucking me began to get agitated, gripping my hips painfully hard as he jerkily shuddered back and forth against me, gasping and choking. As I braced myself, he rode me to his climax, while I squeezed my eyes shut, my mouth shaped like an 0 in a silent cry, as the heat of his cum spread inside me like a firestorm, rising within me, spewing far and wide.

He pounded against the back of my legs and I tried to keep my movements steady as I continued to adore the cock I was sucking, but he slowly calmed and then there came that smooth, slick exit as he slid from me, leaving a cool vacuum where he’d been, and his cooling drool pulsed from my ring to run down the insides of my thighs.

Just then, some of the guys who'd shot their final wads started to leave.

I glanced down at my watch as I sucked, then my cock buddy tapped me on my arm and I found myself gazing up his lean, muscular body to a handsome, youthful face.
    ‘What say we go to your bunk?’ His voice was soft, but strong.
I let him go from my mouth, then rose and pulled him to his feet. 
    ‘You've got a point there – at least we could get down and dirty in some comfort.’

He put his arms round my neck and pulled me to him. I was a good foot taller than him, and as he gazed up at me, sort of flirty-like, he kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth and our tongues darted together, his warm saliva bathing my tongue and making my cock rise against his belly as he put his hands down between us and held our cocks together, upright, in one hand.
He ran his free hand up and down my side.
    ‘You taste of me,’ he murmured. ‘Tastes good.’

    ‘C'mon,’ I took his hand we walked towards the door, trailing our towels behind us, and leaving the remaining guys to fuck and suck without us. I took a peek outside the toilet block door, and there was no one about – and luckily my bunkroom was almost opposite - so I went first, darting across the lobby before signalling him to follow quickly while I held open the door.

I closed it behind him as he entered, and slid the bolt across.

We didn't want to be disturbed.

My room was a four-bunker, with a set of bunks on either side of the door, each with an upper bunk. This was apparently a quiet time at the hostel so I'd been given this room all to myself, which was turning out to be real handy. He went over to the window and pulled down the blind. The dying day glowed dimly behind the blind, bathing the room in a peaceful, comfortable half-light

    ‘Leave the light off for now,’ he whispered, and then came back over to where I stood by the bunks and wrapped his arms around me. We kissed some more and ran our open mouths around each other's faces as our passion rose yet again, leaving trails of saliva as our tongues lolled lazily over the flesh.

He was a good looker with a slightly tanned skin - about 20 I'd have said. 
    ‘What's your name?’ I murmured in his ear.
    ‘Why do you want to know?’
I puzzled over this for a moment.
    ‘It'd be good to put a name to a memory after we leave here.’

He sighed, his breath warm against my cheek
    ‘It's more...private this way...you know.... intimate strangers...passing through and  
touching each other's lives for a brief moment.’ 
I laughed.
    ‘You're a romantic,’ I said. 
    ‘That’s funny?’ 
    ‘Sorry,’ I replied with a semi-contrite look, ‘I didn't think there were any romantics left    out there.’ 
He smiled, a warm friendly smile. 
    ‘I'm a whore, just like you,’ he said quietly, ‘I just try to give the adventure some
warmth. It's all about sex and cum-spurting and we'll probably never meet again, so
let's make our encounter as exciting as we can.’ 
   ‘You excite me, my anonymous friend.’
His ran his hand gently up and down the side of my face.
    ‘And you certainly excite me.’

With that he dropped to his knees, spreading them as he took me into his mouth, making me gasp, his lips tightening around the head as I slid all the way in. He was eager, licking and lapping at my engorged length as though it was the best present he'd ever had. He held my shaft tenderly with one hand as he sucked, while the other hand reached up and ran lightly over my ridged stomach muscles, caressing my skin with quick, gentle fingers.

My eyes stayed on him as he worked, and occasionally he'd peer up as far as he could raise his eyes, to meet my gaze, grinning round my cock-head as he paid lip service to me.

He was giving so much tenderness and care in sucking me that I wanted to make this meeting last as long as possible; I wanted to fuck him and have him fuck me, long and hard. His hand slithered swiftly up under me and he dipped into my asshole with his index finger. I pushed against it, then two more fingers entered me, up to the knuckle, and I writhed on them, watching him as he let my cock slide slowly from his mouth, almost all the way, before sucking me right back in again and sending shockwaves throughout my body.

I was now easing into cumming mode and decided that I'd go with it - it was the least I could do for such a diligent cock-sucker and besides, this was just the appetiser so I let
that deliciously shivery tingle grow, carrying me along with it as my shaft swelled and filled his mouth. He'd now sensed that I was about to drop my load so he slowed his sucking until he was lazily swallowing my whole length from head to bush. He moved halfway back up the stem then tightened his lips around it while licking my piss-slit.

He was driving me mad with desire and he knew it, as my heart didn’t so much beat, as shudder.

He sucked on me like that repeatedly, until I could take no more and simply had to let go,
and I gazed down at him with a hard, tense, unblinking stare as I watched his eyes suddenly shut tight as I flooded his mouth. My body gave lurching, involuntary shoves against his face as I came, and thin milky streams soon forced their way through his lips at the corners of his mouth.

Holding one hand under his chin as my juice poured out and spilled over his face, he finally had to give up, and let go my cock from his mouth, still pumping cum, and flung
his head back, his eyes fixed on mine. Then opened his mouth wide to show me the white
viscous load he was holding there before swallowing.

Now my cock was leaping independently and untouched by him, sending splashes of hot spunk over his chest and throat, as I felt like I was emptying my whole being over him, until the flow gradually slowed. Then he leaned forward once more to my piss-slit, running his lips and tongue over the end before licking his fingers clean.

I swayed for a full moment or two, trying to gather my scattered senses before clumsily pulling him to his feet and then kissing him full on his open, splashed mouth as we passed the last dregs of my jizz back and forth between us until we'd both finished swallowing.

    ‘Good?’ he asked, gasping. His face flushed and white-flecked, and his eyes had a slightly out-of-focus look about them, like someone after smoking heavy shit. 
    ‘The best.’
Was all I could manage, between gasps for air.

Just then, from the bunkroom next door came a heavy thud against the wall, followed by and a muffled cry, then
     ‘Oh fuck!! YES! YES!’ 
I looked at him and we both grinned.
    ‘Sounds like someone's got the honeymoon suite!’ he murmured. 
Again the cries came, but this time louder
     ‘OH FUCK ME! FUCK ME! Oh YESS!!’ 
I mouthed the words, miming to the cries and making masturbating motions with my fist, as he laughed behind his hand - on the assumption that if we could hear them, they could hear us.

Then the bunk next door began to creak in a rapid, regular rhythm, becoming faster, then banging against the wall on their side, while the cries continued, though now they were slightly muffled.

There was a last desperate, anguished groan, which was cut off abruptly, followed by a long, gurgling sigh, until at last it seemed to be over, and the banging ceased, though the bunk continued to slowly creak for a while.

He held my cock in his hand, then moved and caressed me again. I gently wiped some flecks of cum from his cheek with the back of my hand. 
    ‘You'd like me to fuck you?’ he asked quietly with a smile.
    ‘Only if I can fuck you afterwards.’ 
    ‘Seems fair to me,’ he said, as I left his side, and went over to a small cabinet at the end of the bunk, took a tube of lube from the top, while he sat on the lower bunk and waited. As I reached behind smeared some lube into my hole, he lay back and watched, stroking himself until I’d done, then I coated a small amount over his beautiful cockhead.

Then I flung the tube onto the top bunk as I moved over and straddled his thighs.

Kneeling either side of him I slowly lowered myself onto his body while he held both our cocks – his firmly upright beneath me, and mine like a spear before me - until his tip was against my puckered ring. I sank down on him, my greedy ass taking his warm, hard flesh up into me.

With a hissing gasp, he pressed his head back against the pillow, mouth wide open and eyes tight closed as I sat flat stride his flat abdomen, then he gently rested his hands on my hips and brought his head forward off the pillow.  His eyes slowly opened, and met mine. 

    ‘You have a beautifully tight ass,’ he murmured in a slightly shaky voice, stroking my skin. 
    ‘So I've been told.’
I rose on him, his cock leaving me – briefly - before I lowered myself onto him again, watching his eyes widen and mouth form a silent 0.

There are few more feelings of sheer excitement to compare with those of a) having your cock all the way up inside a man’s asshole and b) having a man's hard, firm cock fully erect inside your own body, stretching and seeking and exploring the wonders of the inner man. I shivered with pleasure, watching his face as an expression of ecstasy glowed from it.

He opened his mouth again, as I wriggled on him and his hands gripped my thighs a little tighter, and unless I was very much mistaken, he looked like he wasn't too far from
climaxing. Then it suddenly dawned on me that this man wasn’t fully used to fucking. He hadn’t yet learned to pace himself and his thoughts, and now, here he was, held tightly in my greased channel and having his cock milked by my rectum.

    ‘Oh God,’ he hissed. ‘That's good! That's so fucking good!’ 
I rose from him again, my eyes not leaving him for a moment as again I wriggled, and
again his face twisted in an agony of passion. 
    ‘Don't...don't do that, or...I...I'm...gonna...ooooohhh FUCK!’ he murmured, half talking to himself as he tried to get a grip on the situation and take some sort of control. 
    ‘Getting to you?’ 
I spoke softly as if not to disturb his thoughts.
    ‘Oh fuckohfuckohfuck!’ 
Was all he could say.

I rose slowly once more, dragging his cock from me and his mouth formed an even bigger O - more a silent scream – his hands clutching the empty air as I lifted my body from him, until just the very tip of his cock was left inside me, before sinking back down, even slower, to feel him rising inside me, until his bush bristled, wet with sweat and grease against my ass cheeks.

I was in charge of this now and he knew it.

He could think all the non-sexual thoughts he liked, but he was going to shoot his load up inside me before very long and he knew it.

I began to play with him again, giving that sexy little wiggle before rising and falling a little faster a half dozen times, enjoying watching his expression change as I drove him out of his skull. His forehead was shiny with sweat, and his hands flailed in the air as if fighting against the inevitable
    ‘No more! Oh please no more, I can't take it...I'm gonna....oh FUCK! Here it  comes you fuckin' BITCH!’

He gripped my thighs tightly, painfully; his face a distorted mask, as if glaring at me for bringing him to this, and a tiny hot stab in my guts told me he'd totally lost the plot now, as his thighs rose beneath me while I pressed down on him, and he finally let go his load. He voiced an enormous, hoarse roar, spraying spit and saliva up at me while his boiling spunk filled me. The force of his orgasm took me aback, almost as if he'd not made love for days - it was the sort of load I'd have expected from a marine on leave for the first time in years.

I closed my eyes, relishing the inner heat as his essence flooded me, while he shuddered and writhed beneath me, head thrashing back and forth against the pillow until he flung his it right back, and kept it there, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

The flow continued, unabated, for some time, until his face assumed a more relaxed expression, and I guessed that the torrent had eased within me. I raised myself from him to check the situation, feeling – and hearing - his spunk bubbling out from me, gushing down between my squatting thighs and onto his groin. I leaned forward, kneeling over him as his bubbling cock rose against the flesh of my ass cheeks, and looked down at him, watching his face as it softened and he slowly opened his eyes.

Swinging myself over, I lay down and stretched out alongside him on the bunk, as he turned his head sleepily towards me, then reached down his hand to his groin and brought it back up with cum hanging from it like lace curtains.

We kissed and his lips and breath now almost scalded my face.

And I wanted him.

Fuck how I wanted him!

Reaching out for the towels that we'd flung on the floor as we'd entered the room, I bunched them up and gave them to him so he could help mop up the cum - it was a job for both of us because there was just so fucking much - and all the time my own erection swayed, hard and painful, and drooling pre-cum like a leaky faucet, and reminding me of it’s longed-for duty.

He looked down and saw my cock, straining up and purple-headed and ready to explode.  
    ‘You want me?’ he asked, almost in a pleading voice. 
    ‘I want you so much.
I hardly recognised my own voice, it was so thick, and full of need.

He turned over towards me, lying on his side and stroking my face while looking deep into my eyes, and then he rose and clambered over me, slid off the bunk and stood looking down at me.

    ‘Fuck me from behind. Like I'm your whore,’ he said quietly, grabbing the tube of lube and smearing it generously into his asshole. I shifted over as he slid onto the bunk next to me onto his belly, his ass raised in the air.

I didn't need an engraved invitation.

I awoke at around 4.00 am, and looked over at my Nameless Lover, sleeping peacefully beside me on the surprisingly comfortable lower bunk, then I lay back and let my mind wander…. this was my first walking vacation, and I’d no idea when I started just what a voyage of discovery it would be. I’d been faithful to Don ever since we’d moved in together and ‘got serious’. Although I’d been gay from as far back as I could remember, it was from day one at college – those hunky quarterbacks were irresistible – that I dived, full-length into the life and pleasures of homosexual love.

I’m 25, and I’d met Don when I was 18 and he was 23 at an end-of-semester party on campus just after I graduated, and we’d ended the evening writhing together against the parallel bars in the darkened gym. I couldn’t get enough of him, and – then – I thought he couldn’t get enough of me. We became lovers in every sense of the word; we thought as one, lived as one, and even thought of going through a same-sex marriage ceremony at one point.

Then there’d grown a coolness between us.

Nothing I could specifically put my finger on, but I knew he wasn’t 100% completely with me when we made love. Where before we could hardly wait for the other to come home before we were stripped and fucking, now…well, now it all seemed like too much of an effort for him. I jokingly told him that all ‘married couples’ go through this at some point in their relationship, but he didn’t smile, he just gave me a tired look as though I’d been trying to tell him about my day at work.

We both had good jobs – he’s a salesman for a major sports equipment company, and I’m a graphic designer with a publishing company, so it wasn’t as though either of us was a ‘house husband.’ I guess we should have talked it through, but all the time that small still voice kept telling me that it’d be OK.

That this was just a glitch. That we’d get over this and then we’d be our usual passionate selves again, desperate for each other.

But it didn’t get better, and I’d often arrive back at the apartment a full three hours before him, and he’d be out there without so much as a word.

It was the photographs that came as the greatest shock, and one that I’d never in a million years imagined I would ever see. I can still recall the lurch of my stomach when I opened the large buff envelope, and the coloured evidence slid onto the kitchen table. I don’t know who the other guys were – they weren’t any people I’d ever met, but judging by the background I guessed they were taken in a gym somewhere.

My face stung as I felt the redness of embarrassment cloud over it, looking at the ecstatic face of my lover with one, two pricks in his mouth, face dripping with cum, or riding a naked, muscled youth, cowboy-style. All his fellow performers were well built – Don always went for that. It was why he went for me, I guess, and you, know what really made my skin crawl?

 I actually started to get hard.

 Looking at my partner – my lover - fucking, and being fucked like that was actually making me hard. I put the pictures back into the envelope, and left them on the bureau while I went upstairs to lie down.

I suddenly felt drained.

He was home, late as usual, and I got off the bed and went downstairs as soon as I heard his car in the driveway.

    ‘Good day?’ I asked, with faked interest.

    ‘Not bad. You?’
He looked at me, his eyes showing nothing for me.

    ‘I’ll get your dinner.’
    ‘Nah, don’t bother, I grabbed a sandwich on the way home.”
     ‘OK.’
Was all I could think of to say.
     ‘Any mail?’
Oh just some bills…and that came for you.” I nodded towards the envelope on the bureau.
He picked it up.
    ‘Why have you opened it…hey, it’s addressed to you.’
     ‘Please, it might interest you.’
I rose and walked out to the kitchen, waiting for the reaction.

Nothing happened for what seemed like an eternity, and I was reaching into the cupboard for a dish, when I felt him behind me.
     ‘Look…’ he began.
     ‘Uh-huh?’ I turned towards him.
His face was softer now, and his hands were shaking slightly.
     ‘I can explain.’
     ‘Explain what?’
     ‘Mike…I…’
 I walked past him and back into the living room, then turned, realising that I was still holding a plate.
     ‘There’s nothing to explain, Don,’ I said, quietly trying to contain my fury. ‘Those are photos of you in a gay orgy, enjoying yourself with naked guys who aren’t me!’
     ‘C’mon, Mike,’ his voice was uneven. ‘I don’t know what happened. I guess I got              carried away or something. I swear it’ll never happen again.’
     ‘It happened, Don!’ I could hear my voice rising, but tried to control it. ‘There’s been nobody but you ever since we’ve been together, and now I find that…you’ll…you’ll fuck anyone!’

He put the photos down on the bureau again and moved towards me, his hands gripping my arms.
     ‘Baby, I’m sorry – look, let’s work this passion out in the bedroom!’
     ‘Oh fuck off! I don’t want to be near you! I don’t ever want to be near you again!’

And with those trite, ordinary words I ended our relationship. We yelled and screamed for most of the night, but he recognized defeat by the morning, and as he packed his cases in silence I sat downstairs, wanting to be as far away from him as possible. He stopped briefly on his way to the front door with his cases, as his cab arrived, to unclip his key, which he laid carefully on the table.

     ‘See you around,’ he said quietly over his shoulder as he left.
     ‘No you fucking won’t!’ I yelled, and locked the door behind him.

I went into a decline for some months after we split, but gradually, with the help and encouragement of some good friends – not all of them gay – I decided to move on and up.

Now here I was, having enjoyed a wild sexual encounter with another guy and who now lay beside me. But I wanted more. Don’s treachery had made me think of what I’d been missing. I was young, I was good in bed, and I knew it, and I wanted to prove myself. If I could have what I’d had last night, then I could have that whenever I wanted, so it was time to move on out of here and get some more miles under my boots before the evening.