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The Derelict Ballroom
by The Bibod (address withheld)
***
Stranger sex encounter between two gay men in a disused
hotel. Oral and anal sex performed during verbally
abusive session. (MM, dom, oral, anal)
***
Was this going to be another waste of time? It was a
warm sunny morning; what was I doing in this run down
area of town when I could be on a beach or in the
hills? I had set off for the rendezvous with high
hopes; after arrangements had been made online, I'd
washed, shaved and sluiced my flue ready for a heady
session of stranger sex. Yet here I was looking for a
semi-derelict hotel which had been agreed on as the
site for our tryst.
My date had given me the directions and at least he had
mentioned the small shop units, the garage and the
sports clothing outlet, so I was in the right area;
but.. then there it was; a four-storey building set
back from the busy road with its windows boarded; it
would have been extremely select in its time but now
the stonework was crumbling and it was surrounded by an
8 foot high wire mesh security fence. Not a problem;
apparently down the far side of the grounds there would
be a gate with the padlock on a chain unlocked.. and
there it was. My heart began to pound. Yes, the lock
was free as promised. I looked back to the main road
before quickly opening the gate, and replacing the lock
to look as if it were closed. This is where the
churning in my stomach really began, so much so that my
legs felt weak with anticipation as I turned the handle
of the old door with the peeling dark green paint, as
instructed, and it opened to me...
It took me a minute or so to get used to the half-
light, only narrow shafts of light between window
boards cutting through the dusty interior. "Hi, glad
you found it o.k." I turned to face a figure in a
doorway across to my left. He was about 5' 10" with an
attractive, not overly muscular build and cropped hair;
wearing khaki boots and combats, and a black, skin-
tight lycra vest. He advanced with hand outstretched
and I was about to shake it but it went straight past
mine to my crotch."
"Mmm, getting a little stiff there aren't we?" he
smiled. With his other hand he reached behind my head
and he eased me to his mouth; a warm moist tongue slid
between my lips and filled my mouth, darting over and
under mine, pushing towards my throat. The churning of
desire increased as he held me tightly so I could feel
his cock getting harder against my leg; he gripped my
hair firmly and withdrew me from his mouth.
"Your profile states that you are passive, yes?"
I looked into his icy blue eyes. "Well, I'm actually
versat..."
His low breathy voice cut across mine, "No, I think
today you are passive."
I rubbed lightly across his combats where they were
being pulled taut by his engorging meat; "You're the
boss," I smiled.
"Yes," he looked serious, "I think I am. This way." He
led me through a door and down a dark passageway to a
half flight of stairs and into a large room which must
have been at the rear of the building. It was much
lighter and warmer than the rooms we'd passed through,
because late morning sun was filtering in through a
high glass roof. The panes were fogged with grime but
they were intact. Blue and red glass edging panes threw
patches of colour onto the dusty old floor of what must
have been the ballroom. The skeletal remains of a long,
shallow-curved bar faced us, and over to our left, the
gaping hole where a large fireplace would have been.
But the really impressive feature of the room was a
series of floor to ceiling mirrors which made the space
seem huge. They were dusty, tarnished and their
silvering turning grey, but they were largely intact,
save a few missing sections and cracks which distorted
our reflections. My eye followed this impressive run to
the end wall, where the last mirror had been cleaned.
Sitting incongruously beside it was a double futon
covered by a crisp white sheet. By its side was a small
cabinet. A hand squeezed mine and ushered me towards
the bed. My man pulled my sweatshirt over my head and
smiled as he pinched hard at my left nipple. The
initial shock of pain subsided as he kissed me again.
Working his tongue hard into me, he undid my belt and
flies and dropped my jeans over the aching stiffness
under my white briefs. I felt his fingers lightly skim
over the cotton containing my developing erection.
"Lets release the tension" he said, and pulled them out
and over my cock and down my thighs. "Better?" I kissed
him back, this time pushing my tongue into his mouth.
He pulled at my hair and forced my face a little from
his.
"Did I say you could do that?" he whispered in my ear
with a degree of muted aggression... "Strip off and get
on the bed."
My hands were shaking visibly with anticipation as I
discarded shoes, socks and kicked off my knickers. My
cock had assumed a life of its own now; the stiff shaft
had pushed up through my foreskin and its knob-end
shone glossy and firm. His hand squeezed at its base;
gentle at first, then gradually harder until the
veining of its length stood out hard. I caught my
breath; it felt as if the only thing that was keeping
me on my feet was his hand gripping my tool.
"Nice.." he breathed into my ear. "Now I think its
playtime." He grabbed my hair with both hands and
pulled it hard; directing my head slowly but
purposefully. I watched myself in the mirror being
lowered to my knees, my face sliding down his vest to
his groin. As my chin passed his belt loops, I knew
what I had to have now, more than anything else. I
unbuttoned his combats and yanked at the zip. I pulled
the legs down and his cock, initially pushed down with
them, now bounced back to confront me. I must have
gasped audibly.
I have had partners who have fed a good 8 inches into
me, and have been fucked with all manner of large-ish
toys, but I hadn't come across a penis like this. Its
length was not very remarkable; just over 6", but its
thickness was something else. The ballistic knob sat
upon a trunk whose girth grew towards its base. "Doing
a bit of calculation down here?" His voice above me
sounded amused. "If you've fucked yourself with a thick
cucumber before now, you should enjoy that." With one
hand guiding his cock to my mouth his other forced my
head slowly forward. The tip was silky smooth and the
shaft deeply sculpted. It slowly advanced towards my
throat, forcing my gape wider.
When my lips hit the wall of his clean-shaven groin, it
stopped; withdrew slightly, then rammed hard back into
me. Slowly out; pause; then a rush forward again,
pressing my nose flat onto his lower abdomen. As his
cock invaded my mouth, I felt his smooth buttocks; with
each thrust they tensed up, then relaxed at that point
of partial withdrawal. With every thrust I crept my
fingers further around his arse to meet at his crack. I
felt furtive, not daring to offend him as I slowly
parted his cheeks to feel the pucker of his anus. It
tightened to a knot as he thrust his meat forward to
choke me. I pushed on it and immediately the thrustings
stopped. "Ah, you are getting ahead of yourself, I
think."
He withdrew his cock, and the pull on my hair invited
me up off my knees to face him. "I think its time for
you to get on the bed". I got onto the mattress. "On
all fours please; I'd like to inspect your man-cunt." I
got on my knees and fell forward onto my chest so my
arms were free.
Uninhibited, and so eager to please, I pulled my
buttocks apart for him. In the mirror I could see him
behind me, and heard the snapping of latex and the
squeeze of lube. The gloved fingers lightly probed
around my dilated anus. "Well, we are in the mood,
aren't we? However, I think you may need to relax much
more than this..." The cool lube felt good; the expert
fingers explored my ring, then one slowly infiltrated
and rotated slowly up inside my sphincter. Then
another. Together they pushed deeper, up past the
knuckles, darting against the walls of my hole. Then
the same rhythm as the oral interlude; slow retreat,
pause; then an explosive thrust right up high into my
arse which made my body jolt. Repeated again and again
without mercy. The pain, initially sharp, transformed
to delicious sensation.
"I think you may be ready, my little bitch." He leaned
over to place his mouth close to my ear "You are a
bitch, yes?" I moaned something into the mattress. He
pulled hard on my balls and squeezed, forcing a squeal
from me. "I asked you, are you a dirty fucking bitch?"
"Yes, I am your bitch," I gasped.
His grip on my eggs relaxed. He removed his fingers and
pulled off his glove. He reached into the bowl on the
bedside cabinet and peeled a condom from its wrapper.
"I think you are ready for me now, cunt."
He had done his homework on my profile; each term of
abuse sent a pleasurable jolt through my cock length.
My anus was as tense as it could be, and its nerves
were sensitive to the feel of his knob-end nuzzling it.
Then I felt my ring being breached. As his hardness
pushed in with a slow but measured menace, I could feel
its ribbing and veining, forcing my muscle wider as the
girth increased. By the time it was all parked, my anus
was taut to its extreme; I thought it would rip apart
on his rigid stump.
"Oh, you have a very accommodating arsehole. Are you
ready to be fucked silly?" I looked across to the
mirror at the man over me as he slow began to rock
back, then push hard into me, again and again, pulling
at my nipples, yanking at my cock and grunting in my
ear.
"You fucking fairy; you stupid fucker, you cocksucking
piece of shit. I'm going to fuck you into next week.
You just love it don't you, you worthless tosser?" I
cried out in a crazy mix of rectal pain and sexual
ecstacy. "Didn't hear you?" he barked.
"Yes," I almost pleaded, "You're fucking gorgeous; your
cock is fucking gorgeous, fuck me hard."
He pulled out and pushed me roughly over and onto my
back. "I give the orders around here, cunt-boy. Spread
your legs and lift them high.' I did as I was
instructed; he pushed his shoulders into the hollows
behind my lifted knees and rammed his horn home. His
tempo was fast now, any subtlety of technique was gone
as he grunted and cursed, and I breathed fast and
shallow, shouting loudly each time he hit home and
stretched my fuck-slit. "Cunt!" he shouted, as he
arched rigid, kept the ejaculation pose momentarily,
then collapsed with his full weight onto me.
The sweat dripped from us in the dust filtered
sunlight. I could feel the twitches of his erection in
its death throes. It seemed more yielding; I was not as
stretched now. It slithered out of me, and he lifted
himself off me. I then realised that I had also come;
my belly was covered in my semen, smeared by the weight
of my anonymous lover's body.
"You seem to have enjoyed yourself," he said, as he ran
his fingers around in the cum. He brought them to my
lips; and I opened my mouth to accept the familiar
taste of my on juice. He gathered more and pushed the
fuck-milk gently down to my throat. We lay there for
ages in our cooling sweat, taking in the scent of fuck;
I knew that I would probably never ever experience any
better lover. And I never asked his name...
END
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