Chapter Two #3
I bristled, knowing he was taking the piss out of me.
I wasn’t one for recreational drugs, but I’d be fucking damned if I was going to refuse now.
I held his hand still, lowering my nose to it before snorting the powder.
Whatever that was, it wasn’t just cocaine, or at least not straight shite anyway.
I screwed my eyes shut, pinching the bridge of my nose as it burnt and my head swam.
In an instant, I felt far away, like everything was happening in slow motion. It was all I could do to stay upright and I watched, spaced out, as the handsome fella in front of me poured himself a wee bump and snorted it just as I had.
Slipping the baggie back into his pocket, he didn’t say another word. I felt his hand against my chest, pushing me backwards until I stumbled and was forced to lean back against one of the walls.
My mind couldn’t keep up with everything that was happening and I stared, watching the stranger kneel before me as he tugged my joggers down. I sucked in a breath through my teeth, my hand finding the stranger’s hair as he eagerly took my cock into his mouth.
Maybe it had been too long, or perhaps that cocktail of drugs I’d just taken was messing with me, but whatever this guy was doing, it felt incredible.
“Jaysus,” I groaned, head falling back against the wall. My legs shuddered, pleasure coursing through me. As the stranger bobbed and sucked on me, he stroked his hand up my abs, bare as they were. I’d never been so glad to be shirtless.
The door to the toilet flew open, the music suddenly blaring. I froze, expecting my handsome companion to do the same. When I risked a glance down my body, he pulled away just long enough to press his finger to his lips before sucking me back in.
The extra thrill, just knowing we could be discovered and yet the stranger was willing to keep going drove my enjoyment forward. I pressed my lips together in a bid to keep silent and my brows furrowed, eyes sliding closed.
Even the tell-tale sound of piss splashing against one of the urinals wasn’t enough to distract me from my arousal. I did my best to keep my breathing quiet, though my chest ached. I felt so hot, so alive… The toilet door opened up, more loud music blasting in, before thunking closed once more.
“Was there feckin’ molly in that shite y’gave me?” I husked, grabbing a fistful of the stranger’s hair and dragging him off me.
“Mighta been,” he replied with a feral grin that made my heart rate rocket.
He got up, wiping off his mouth but as I reached out to grab a fistful of his t-shirt and pull him in for a kiss, he brushed me away.
“Turn around,” he instructed, taking my shoulders and guiding me.
“Did I say I’d be takin’ it, then?” I grumbled, surprised when I felt a hand against the back of my skull.
He gripped me firmly, but not so much that it was uncomfortable and pressed my forehead against the wall of the stall.
He pinned me there and despite how I’d bristled over the assumption that I was happy to be taking a dick as opposed to giving one, I felt myself softening beneath his hold on me.
I’d never considered myself to be overly submissive, but something about this fella, about his calm and confident handling, was a world apart from the sloppy, frantic experiences I’d had in the past.
A low chuckle sent a shiver down my spine. “Y’don’t seem to be mindin’ it all that much, now.”
With his hand still on the back of my head and holding me in place, I felt him tug my joggers down a little further before a digit, slick with saliva was pressed against my hole.
The stranger didn’t give me even a moment to come to terms with it before he slipped it inside me.
I clenched my teeth, an addictive mixture of slight discomfort and pleasure washing over me.
When I steadied myself with my hands against the stall and parted my legs to allow him more room, I earnt myself a shaky sigh.
“That’s it,” the stranger breathed, his chest pressed against my back. When he began to slowly thrust his finger back and forth, a low groan escaped me, and I felt laughter rumble through his body. “It’s good, aye?”
I couldn’t trust myself to speak and instead nodded as best I was able to, my head still pinned against the wall.
I closed my eyes, unable to resist as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over me.
It had to be the molly. I’d never fucked on the stuff, but I’d heard it was a real treat.
It had never felt so good, so utterly all-consuming.
The door to the toilet opened once again, but this time it was a group of two or three lads, clearly wasted by their slurred speech.
They were loud, their voices ricocheting off the tiled walls as they chatted to one another.
Enjoying that I couldn’t make a sound and forcing me to hold myself back, the stranger fucked his finger in and out of me with enthusiasm.
I shuddered, my hands balling into fists on either side of my head.
Just as I was beginning to wonder how much more of this I was going to have to withstand, the stranger at my back eased his digit out of my body.
Though he remained close, using his body to pen me in, he removed his hand from the back of my head.
I turned to watch over my shoulder as he tore open a johnny with his teeth, my eyes dropping curiously to his cock as he pulled it free from his jeans.
He was a good-looking fella top to toe it seemed and I sunk my teeth into my lower lip as I prepared for what was next.
The group of lads exited the toilet block, leaving us alone once more.
The stranger hocked up a mouthful of saliva before smearing it over his length.
Whilst I didn’t exactly make a habit out of taking a dick, this wasn’t the first time I had, and I knew saliva wasn’t the best lubricant.
Beggars couldn’t be choosers, and I wasn’t about to be stopping this, not now I had the handsome stranger where I wanted him.
“Y’ready?” he rasped at my ear as I felt him press the head of his cock against my hole.
“Aye,” I said, swallowing. “Take it easy, like.”
“‘Course.”
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to relax as the stranger pushed forward. I felt my body stretching to accommodate him, the ring of muscle burning and blending with the ecstasy that was already building within me.
“Ngh, f-fuu—” Was about all I could manage to splutter, head flopping forward to rest against the wall of my own accord this time. There was a low, desperate groan at my back that set me alight.
“Jaysus, that’s good,” the stranger grunted. “Y’takin’ it well, now.”
I wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or embarrassed by his praise, but when he closed in and reached around me to wrap his hand around my cock, all logical thought abandoned me.
We didn’t have all night to mess around here.
Not only would our mates start to wonder where we’d got to, but also the longer we stayed here, the more likely it was we’d be discovered.
I knew how most of the travelling community viewed people like us.
It definitely wasn’t something you wanted to be known for.
The desperation to come as quickly as possible combined with the very real threat of discovery and a hit of molly was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Each thrust of the stranger inside me had my legs shaking and breathy moans slipping from between my lips.
“Keep it down,” the stranger whispered, though I could tell by his tone of voice that he wasn’t admonishing me. He was enjoying making me moan and every time I failed to hold back from vocalising my pleasure, his pace grew faster and rougher still.
Both of us were breathless now and when I felt him grab the back of my neck, I turned my chin, straining to look back. I couldn’t make out much, but the stranger leant in. He brought his face so close to mine that the tip of his nose touched my cheek, our breaths blending.
“God, y’so feckin’ cute, like,” he growled at me.
Usually, I’d have bristled at such a statement.
I was a grown fucking man, covered in tattoos and in good shape – cute didn’t usually factor into my sense of self, and yet something about the way this fella had said it got me hot.
I wanted to kiss him, but as my eyes dropped to his mouth, the stranger backed off.
“We’d not be doin’ that,” he muttered.
Before I had a chance to ask why, the stranger began thrusting into me, hard and fast, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
A string of profanities fell from me and my handsome companion chuckled breathlessly, stroking my cock in time with his thrusts.
Everything felt so good, but as soft, low moans came with every push against me, I knew I wasn’t going to be first to lose myself.
“Feck,” he groaned between his teeth. “Can I come?”
“Aye, but I’d be wantin’ y’word that ya’ll finish me off proper as well, like,” I panted.
I didn’t get a clear confirmation but allowed the stranger to hold me still as he came, his hand squeezing around my nape. Deep, masculine moans came with every jerk of his cock inside me and I grinned, a short laugh escaping me.
After what felt like an age, he fell slack and carefully eased himself from inside me.
Without a word, he snapped the johnny off and dropped it down the toilet.
After quickly tucking himself away, I found myself forcefully turned around and I groaned when the stranger dropped down onto a knee before me once again.
He wasn’t playing this time and when he hiked one of my legs up to rest it on his shoulder, I felt his finger breach me with ease. My arousal skyrocketed and my head fell back with a loud thunk against the stall whilst my hands found his hair.
I could barely breathe for moaning, and yet I somehow managed to splutter: “Jaysus, y’so feckin’ good at that.”
The stranger hummed with appreciation around his mouthful of my cock and sooner than I’d have ever liked to admit to, I was unravelling.
“Ah, feck, I’m gonna come,” I gasped, grabbing the stranger’s head roughly and forcing my cock down his throat. He took it like a champ, barely flinching and a violent shudder coursed through my body as I surrendered to my climax.
Cock still jerking, shooting my load down the stranger’s throat, the toilet door flew open with a bang as it hit the opposite wall.
It made me jump, halting my pleasure quicker than I’d thought possible.
The handsome stranger swallowed the mouthful I’d given him before easing backwards and slowly getting to his feet whilst I hastily dragged my joggers back up.
We both remained still and silent, chests heaving against one another as we waited for the drunk visitor to finish his piss. I could hear most of it missing the urinal completely and splashing against the tiled floor.
I glanced up at my handsome companion, taken aback for a moment to find him eyeing me brazenly.
When he grinned at me, I was helpless but to return it, my attention falling to his mouth once more.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever wanted to kiss someone so desperately, and somehow knowing I wasn’t going to be allowed to just made me desire it all the more.
Eventually, the drunkard on the other side of the door finished up, stumbling back outside without washing his hands.
Both the stranger and I leapt into action the moment the toilet block door swung shut.
I turned and yanked the bolt from the door, striding back out to rest my hands against the wall of sinks.
I glanced at my reflection, scowling when I noticed my cheeks were flushed pink.
I ran my hand through my hair, flattening down the spots that were sticking up from the other man’s touch.
The toilet flushed and the stranger exited the cubicle. He caught my eye in the mirror, just as we’d done when I’d first followed him in here.
“Thanks f’the fun,” he murmured with a grin. “Y’in town long, like?”
I shrugged. “F’the fair.”
“Aye, me too.” He paused. “Might be seein’ y’round?”
It was as close as we were going to come to a promise to do this again. I nodded.
“Sound. Y’were a decent ride, like.”
The stranger smirked. “Decent? Y’face is like a feckin’ tomato. I’d be thinkin’ it was better than decent, like.”
I scowled, embarrassment flaring. “Aye, whatever,” I snapped. The stranger headed for the door, grabbing the handle before looking back at me.
“Say, what’s y’name?”
“What’s it t’ ya, like?” I knew I was being obstinate for no reason. I was burning to know his name just as much.
“Nothin’.” He jerked his thumb to his chest. “John-Francis, so ya know what t’ be hollerin’ next time, aye?” He cast me a cheeky grin, turning away and heading out into the night.
“It’s Ronan,” I called after him.
The stranger – John-Francis – didn’t falter, just smiled at me over his shoulder.
“Nice ta meet ya, Ronan.”
I watched him disappear into the darkness before the toilet door swung closed behind him. I sighed, puffing out my cheeks as I gazed at my reflection.
“Nice ta meet ya, too,” I muttered.