Once More With Feeling

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My First Restroom Encounter

I had my first sexual encounter in the stall of a mall bathroom earlier this afternoon.

The location of the bathroom on the store guide was misleading. It was pictured behind a row of shops down a long corridor. So I walked the corridor, passed the baby changing room and the disabled toilet around to the back of the shops. All I found there was a brick wall, and the elevator further down the way.

I made my way back along the corridor. Walking past the disabled toilet again I noticed a stairway heading down. I headed down the stairs, rounded a corner and found myself in the gents bathroom. A wall of urinals to the right, and four stalls to the left. The stall on the very right was missing its door and was unoccupied. The other three had their doors and were all locked. More importantly there was a guy hanging around the urinals cruising.

I could see him from the corner of my eye, every now and then moving from urinal to urinal pretending to pee, and occasionally looking over his shoulder at me. I faced a dilemma. I guessed he was there to cruise, as I was, but I had never initiated a sexual encounter in a bathroom before. In hindsight I could have walked over to one of the urinals next to him and pretended to pee, stroking my cock for him, but I didn't.

I made out like I was waiting to use one of the stalls. I fidgeted, checked my watch every twenty seconds or so, pretended to check messages on my phone, until someone vacated the far left stall. In that time five or six men had come into the bathroom to use the facilities and leave, but The Cruiser was still there. My cock began to swell in anticipation as I waited, knowing that I was being watched.

I slipped into the stall and left the door unlocked as I removed my bag, coat and scarf, hanging them on the little hook. I undid my belt and pulled my jeans and long johns down my legs, my cock rising as it was freed from the layers of material.

I could hear more people coming down the stairs to use the bathroom, so with reluctance I had to lock the door, lest someone walk in on me in my current state. I stood there listening to the sounds coming from the other side of the cubicle. Men came and went while I slowly played with myself.

When I thought the coast was clear I stuffed my erection back into my pants, put my scarf and coat back on, and put my rucksack on one shoulder. I opened the cubicle door and emerged. I gave a furtive look over to the urinals, but The Cruiser was no longer there. I moved to the opposite wall where the sinks were and washed my hands. In the mirror I could see that The Cruiser had moved to the stall without the door and was again pretending to pee. Again he turned his head in my direction.

I went to dry my hands with the hot air dryer, and made my mind up to make my move. When my hands were dry I'd walk over and indicate that I wanted him to follow me into the stall I had just vacated, but that did not happen. A guy came down the stairs and went into my chosen stall. So much for that plan.

Another guy came in to use the urinals. My hands were dry, and I didn't have a legitimate excuse to hang around, so I walked back up the stairs and along the corridor to the shopping mall. I went to the nearby department store and did five minutes of window shopping. My route back took me past the corridor and I noticed that both the guys who had entered the bathroom while I was washing my hands were exiting the corridor into the mall. I took a chance and walked back down the corridor and down those stairs.

Rounding the corner, I couldn't see anyone by the urinals and the stall with the missing door was empty. I figured The Cruiser had given up and left too. The two middle stalls were still occupied, so I headed to the stall on the extreme left, the one I had used earlier. I pushed open the door to find The Cruiser in there.

"Sorry mate", I mumbled. I had to keep up the pretence that I had walked in on him accidentally. I could always say I thought I had lost something from my pockets and was retracing my steps if things turned ugly, my walking in on him could be viewed as a honest mistake.

Instead he indicated that he wanted me to join him with a nod, and a moment later I was inside the stall, my heart thundering in my chest. I locked the door and put my rucksack on the coat hook and turned to face him. The Cruiser was in his early 40's, slightly taller than me, dark brown hair and a neatly clipped goatee framing his mouth.

He reached over and massaged my growing cock through my jeans. His trousers were around his ankles, but he still had his boxers on. I feel his cock through the material, its a nice size, though not as thick as mine. His hands move to the zipper of my coat, and my fingers are there a moment later pulling the zipper down for him.

His hands move to my belt, but I again take control, undoing the belt and then the button and zipper of my jeans. I push my jeans and long johns down slightly and he lowers his own boxers down before his hand is on my cock. He jerks me off a little then pushes my jeans and underwear down my legs, running his fingers down my hairy legs as he does so. I get the impression he is impressed with the amount of fur that covers my lower limbs. He took my cock into his mouth and looked up to gage my reaction. I was more than happy. I played with his cock as he sucked me.

He stood up again and whispered that he wants my cock up his ass. I whisper back that I don't have any condoms. He said he did and fished one out of his pocket. I nodded and he opened the wrapper and rolled it onto my cock. He turned around and bent over. I rubbed my cock in his crack. He stood up straight again and I see he had an open bottle of poppers in his hand. I took two deep sniffs, and for a moment I feel a rush, but it dissipates quickly. He takes a couple of hits and bends over again.

I push my cock in. The combination of poppers and lube on the condom helps my cock slide in slowly till I fill him with my length. I pause for a moment and start fucking him. My belt buckle jangles with the motion, and I adjust the position of my leg slightly to stop the sound. There's still a guy in the stall next to us, we could hear him move about. I wonder if he knew what we were up to, our whispers left little to the imagination. I had my hands on The Cruiser's surprisingly toned shoulders as I fucked him.

Every once and a while men came to use the bathroom. I would slow my fucking till I was sure they had gone, then increased the tempo. The Cruiser reached around to grab onto my butt, trying to push more of me inside him.

I heard someone else came into the bathroom. The Cruiser stood upright with my cock still up his ass. I reached around and played with his cock. I tried to keep up the tempo but the angle was a little awkward and my cock slipped out. The condom, however, remained in his ass and he reached around to receive it, inspecting it to see if I had cum before disposing of it in the bowl.

I had my hand on my cock and jerked myself slowly. The Cruiser turned to face me, one hand on his cock, the other palm out just in front of my cock. I understand what he wants and jerk off faster until I shoot thick ropes of cum into his waiting palm. He lifted his palm to his mouth and licked up my cum.

We cleaned up using tissue. We dressed, I stuffed my spent cock into my underwear and felt a trail of cum leave my softening cock and absorb into my long johns. I zipped up my jeans and my coat before retrieving my rucksack from the hook. I wait a moment to listen if the coast is clear before unlocking and opening the door. I stepped out first and glanced quickly to the urinals. There was no one there.

I had washed my hands and dried them again before The Cruiser came out of the stall. I whisper my thanks as he head to another vacated stall. I guess he was looking for more cock.

I headed up the stairs and out of the mall. I could feel the cool patch my cum had made on my underwear as I finished my shopping and headed home.

It was an interesting experience, one I have wanted for a while now. The furtive nature, the sense of urgency and that element of danger all combine to make a heady cocktail. One I fear I may be powerless to resist.

The Unpaid Whore

August '06, it was my day off and I was horny. I was on a gay hook up site and got an IM from a guy who liked my profile pic. We chatted for a while and during the course of our conversation it emerged that he had this fantasy that he wanted to act out.

We ended up planning to meet that day, so I hopped into the shower and was quickly on my way over to his place. I wore my leather jacket (the same one that Mr Silver liked me to wear when I fucked him), a tight fitting punk t-shirt, dark denim jeans and black leather boots. I sent him text to let him know I was entering his building. As arranged, the door to his apartment had been left open. I walked in and closed the door firmly, my sign to him that I had arrived. I made sure the door was shut.

I caught him sneak a peek at me through the slightly open doorway of his bedroom, before he scurried back into the room. I walked slowly, my footsteps echoing over the laminate wooden floor. Each step made with deliberate force, so that he knew I was heading towards him.

I pushed the door to his bedroom open and saw him laying face down on the bed. Completely naked, ass propped up with a pillow and pointed up towards the ceiling. I moved over to the bed, again deliberately slowly. I ran my hand over the exposed flesh of his buttocks and he shivered at my touch.

Bondage Guy was in his early 20's. Slim and mostly hairless apart from a patch of hair on his chest and a treasure trail leading to a groomed bush. He had a number of tattoos, a tribal band around one upper arm and a star in between his shoulder blades. He had confessed to having a fantasy of being tied up while someone fucked him, and that's why I was there.

I stepped away from the bed and he turned his head to face me. I peeled off the jacket and hung it on the bedpost at the head of the bed. I'd need it later. With his eyes he indicated to a plastic bag resting on a chair next to the bed. In it were a number of ties. I guess this is what he wanted me to use.

I picked up one tie, then lifted up his right arm from its resting position on the bed. I tied the material around his wrist, then moved his arm up to the metallic headboard. I slipped the material around the central post of the headboard, maneuvered his other arm into position and tied the other end of the tie around his left wrist. I made sure the knots were tight, but there was a little space between his wrists and the material.

He had watched me tie his wrists to the bed frame, and now his gaze wondered over my still clothed body. I was supposed to have blindfolded him, but I wanted him to watch me as I undressed.

I slowly pulled off the t-shirt, tossing it on the floor. Then I removed my boots, and my socks, tucking them into my boots. I heard him utter "Please, Sir", the first words he had said since I arrived. I picked up my socks and rolled them into a ball, then held them under his nose. He took a deep sniff. They were clean, but a little damp with fresh sweat. I walked back over to the chair and selected another tie. This time I popped the balled up socks into his mouth and tied the tie around his head, over his mouth to hold the socks in place.

I unzipped my jeans and slowly pulled them down. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so my cock sprang forward as the jeans slid down my legs. I stepped out of the jeans, and let him gaze at my firm, furry body and at my hardening cock.

I picked up another tie, got onto the bed and straddled his body. I wrapped this last tie over his eyes and tied it behind his head. I moved so my knees were between his legs, and I pushed his legs apart. I lay my body over his, and rubbed my furry chest hair into his smooth back.

I slid down further, until my face was next to his ass. I pushed apart his buttocks. I made a move to lick at his hole, but he didn't smell clean down there, so I didn't rim him. Instead I blew air on his hole and watched it twitch in anticipation.

Bondage Guy had left a bottle of poppers and a rag on his bedside table. I reached over and picked both up. I put a little of the liquid onto the rag, and held it under his nose. He took a deep sniff, then moaned. I left the rag in front of his nose. Since his mouth was occupied, each breath he took was laced with fumes from the rag.

I took a quick sniff from the bottle of poppers before I replaced the lid and put it back on the bedside table. A warm, pleasant feeling invaded my body, and clouded my head slightly. I reached to the inside pocket of my leather jacket and picked out the condoms and small bottle of lube I had inside. The condoms were put on the bedside table by the poppers, while I lubed up his hole. A few minutes of finger fucking, and I felt he was ready to proceed.

I sheathed my cock in rubber, dripped lube onto my cock and rubbed it all over. I positioned the head next to his hole, held the rag back up to his nose, and pushed in. He moaned as I slowly entered, and I pushed my entire length into him in one slow, smooth motion. The poppers and generous amounts of lube helped. I held myself over him and waited for him to become accustomed to my cock.

I leaned forward so my mouth was next to his left ear and in a low growl said "You ready?". He nodded his head enthusiastically, and I slowly began to pump away. He pushed his ass towards me, a signal that I could go faster. I did.

I fucked him as hard as I could. He moans were muffled by the socks in his mouth. I pumped him until I was close to shooting, then slowed down to a stop. I pulled my cock out. I could hear him moan, but it was more to ask what was going on.

I got off the bed and then turned him over so he was on his back. His arms were still tied, he was still blindfolded and gagged. I climbed back onto the bed, and positioned his legs onto my shoulders. I entered him again, and slowly fucked him, gradually increasing the momentum.

His cock was hard, and had left a trail of precum onto the hair that made up his treasure trail. I held his legs to my body with my left hand, and wrapped my right hand around his cock. I used the precum to lube up his cock, and jacked him off as I fucked him. I wanted him to cum with my cock up his ass. I pumped him harder, jacking his cock as I did so. I knew I wouldn't be able to last long.

I felt his cock stiffen in my hand, and I worked it faster. As I fucked him, I could feel the walls of his ass contract around my cock. He began to shoot his load over his chest, and the constrictions of his ass made me cum too.

Spent, I slipped my softening cock out of his ass and I got off the bed, laying his legs back onto the bed as I did so. I pulled off the condom, and went into the bathroom next door to wash up. When I returned, Bondage Guy was still tied to the bed, the pool of cum on his chest had slowly run down his sides.

I untied the tie gaging his mouth, and removed my socks from his mouth. They were damp with his saliva. I should have thought ahead and bought another pair with me, but I didn't, so had to put those back on. I would have gone sock-less, but I was wearing boots and didn't want to get blisters. I dressed, and my last act was to untie one of his wrists before I left his apartment. He was still blindfolded when I left.

Everything we had done, he had outlined to me in our IM conversation. He wanted someone to anonymously fuck him. Wanted someone to tie him up, gag him with their sweaty socks and blindfold him, and wanted someone to hold a popper soaked rag under his nose while he was fucked. I had dressed for the part, and hoped my act lived up to his fantasy.

There were a few deviations from his plan, however. When I arrived, he was supposed to be face down on his bed, not sneaking a peak at me as I walked through the door. There was to be no kissing or talking, but the few words we exchanged couldn't be helped. I did debate whether or not to gag him with my socks, but it was his fantasy, so I played along.

He contacted me later on the hook up site, saying how much he enjoyed our session and wanted to know if we could do it again, even if I could bring a few mates with me the next time. I declined his offer. Even though taking part in his fantasy was an interesting experience, it felt scripted and, without the kissing or the spontaneity, I felt like an unpaid whore.

A Change In The Relationship

During our 3 years together, there were periods where Mr Silver and I spent months apart. Within three months of meeting him, he went away to Australia for nine weeks. We kept in touch via text messages, and resumed where we left off when he returned.

As he was older, it is easy to think Mr Silver played the part of my Sugar Daddy, and yes there were gifts. But if you think the gift giving was all one way you'd be wrong. I gave as good as I got. Strangely whenever I presented him with a gift, it put me in mind of all those time I would show my schoolwork to the headmaster.

At my school, when you did outstanding work it would be appraised by the headmaster, who would then award you with a merit mark. That's what it reminded me of, the same mixed feeling of pride, nervousness and anticipation as I waited for my gift to be assessed. Standing there, gift in hand, I felt like a child again. I think that was one of the first times I felt there was an imbalance in our relationship.

Over time, the nature of our relationship changed. I felt that I was no longer an equal partner in our little sexual adventure, and that I was there merely to service him. He always came when we had sex, and the sex we had was more geared to him getting off. Instead of being his equal, I felt like a trophy, something he could show off to his friends to prove he was still virile.

One major turning point came when wanted to fuck me. I was open to trying everything, so we did try, on several occasions. He would press his sheathed cock head against the entrance of my lubed virgin hole, but it would clamp shut. Even sniffing poppers had no effect, the slight dizzy feeling I got when I took a hit would disappear as soon as he attempted to enter me.

I had trouble getting a lubed finger up into my ass, so an erect cock had no chance. He was always too impatient to spend time fingering me, opening me up to receive his cock. At times he would press very hard against the small of my back when trying to enter me, which caused me as much discomfort as him trying to push himself into me. He just wanted to get in there, and was frustrated when it didn't happen. Once, after attempting to enter me he gave up, angrily saying he'd wasted another condom trying to fuck me. We broke up for quite a while after that.

Looking back, the use of poppers may have had something to do with it. I noticed that when he sniffed them he became another person, his sexual gratification became top priority. He wasn't the man I had trusted to explore my sexuality with when poppers were involved. I was just a hole to be used, and it made me feel cheap.

We did get back together again, after quite a lot of talking and with promises that he would try to take my feelings into account. He did change for a while, but got it into his head that I should move in with him. I didn't want to, I liked things the way they were and didn't feel I was ready to take that step.

In the back of my mind I knew that if I moved in with him I would loose myself. Moving in with him meant moving away from the city. I would be living in his house, socialising with his circle of friends. He would dictate what we did, where we went, and how my time would be spent. I did not want this. I valued my independence. I loved my job and my friends, and was sure I would have to give them up if I moved in with him. I did not want to be a kept man. We fought about this, and ended up breaking up again.

Months passed and in the meantime I changed jobs. It was at my new job that I fell head over heels in love with someone I worked with. This is a story I will return too, after I have concluded recounting my relationship with Mr Silver.

My new job meant I dealt with the public on a day to day basis. One day, Mr Silver walked into where I worked, and spent time, watching me from a distance. I worked in a public place so I couldn't exactly say anything. Later that day he sent me a text, saying he was surprised when he saw me, and how sexy I looked in my suit. He wanted to meet up again, but I wasn't sure. We ended up meeting at his house, and I ended up in his bed. On the ride home I told him about the guy I was in love with, and he said he was happy for me.

Mr Silver would come into my workplace on occasion, to watch me from afar. However, the next time we crossed paths at work, it didn't go as he expected. Instead of greeting him with a warm smile, my expression was less than friendly. Someone very close to me had passed away and I was caught in a tide of misery. I couldn't afford to take time off and had no choice but to work, but everyone around me could see my heart wasn't in it.

When Mr Silver walked passed me, interacting with him was the last thing I needed. I could not deal with him top of everything else, and I guess the look I gave him warned him away from talking to me. That was the last time I saw him in over a year.

Bound And Blindfolded

When I mentioned that I wanted to try bondage, Mr Silver indulged me. His spare bedroom had a metal bed frame with horizontal bars on the headboard. I lay on the bed in nothing but a leather pouch (one of his) as he bound my wrists and ankles to the frame of the bed, a blindfold covering my eyes. I tested the strength of the knots. In my mind, it was my duty to attempt to escape the bindings. But it was no use, they held tight.

Mr Silver spent time kissing my body, licking and lightly biting my nipples, sucking my toes, teasing my hard cock through the open fly of the pouch. I gasped and moaned, and struggled against the ties. He lubed up his hand and jerked me off, trying to make me cum, but it didn't happen.

I remember he got off the bed and left the room. The seconds stretched out like days as I waited for him to return, and being tied up I couldn't even play with my aching cock to pass the time. He was only gone for 30 seconds, to go into his bedroom next door to retrieve something.

I felt the mattress give as he got back on the bed, heard the opening of a screw cap bottle and caught the faint whiff of something in the air, something synthetic, with a similarity to pear drops. Poppers.

He had bought them specially for that day, in anticipation of our bondage session. He asked if I wanted to try it. I said yes (this being the first time I had ever tried the stuff) and he held the bottle under my nose, pressed a finger to my nose to shut one of my nostrils and told me to take a deep breath. I did, and was transported instantly into orbit. This was the time when you could buy the proper stuff, the kind that made your head swoon when you sniffed. My face felt flushed and I could hear my heartbeat in my head, echoing, like I was hearing it from a distance.

Mr Silver took a hit and then resumed feasting on my body. It felt as if I was slightly out of my body, experiencing every sensation, but differently to how it had been before. I no longer struggled against the bindings. Instead I rode the wave of sensation until the effects of the poppers wore off and I returned to earth.

He untied me, and we kissed. I sucked his cock and licked his balls, sucking one then the other into my mouth. We ended up with him sitting cross legged on the bed, and me sitting on his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist. I had both of our cocks in one lubed hand, jacking them slowly as he gave me, and then himself, another hit of poppers.

Back in orbit, with the slow echoing sound of my heartbeat filling my ears, we kissed. It felt as if the wold had melted away and only the two of us existed in that moment in time. I jacked us off and he came, shooting onto his abdomen. I let go of his spent cock and grasped mine firmly, increasing the speed of my hand while still kissing him. The poppers had the desired effect, and I added my semen to the load on his stomach, one of the handful of times I achieved an orgasm in the entire time I was with him.

Being tied up was an interesting experience, but I realised that I preferred the more active role.