The Raw Adventures of Jack

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The Raw Adventures of Jack (Part 1)

Hey guys! My name is Jack …. well actually it’s David really, but when I was a youngster I definitely didn’t want to use my real name and anyway I kind of felt like a Jack, so I was Jack. I’m now the wrong side of 50 years of age and you can tell - my beard is white down the sides; my chest hair is a grey straggling mess between nipples long and distended by piercings and too much tugging; I’m pretty much bald these days with more hair wisping round my shoulders! You can tell from my build that I once had a good physique but my belly now sags a little and my once strong hairy thighs no longer evince those looks of envy. Don’t get me wrong – I can still get it up and service a hot ass as I ever did but maybe I’m a bit more particular these days. Nowadays I’m David and a good daddy. I did once look the business though and I had some good times ….. yep, really good times. Let me tell you about my raw adventures when I was Jack!

When I was about 19 years old, I used to go to bars in the centre of London with my friend Huw – we were like chalk and cheese: I was tall, well-built, broad shoulders from being on the swimming team, dark hair and quiet; Huw was short, slender, red-haired and fiery with it; Huw didn’t play sports unless talking is a sport! The only thing we had in common was our pale skin and light blue eyes. Huw and I would meet up after college and hit a bar, drink too much beer and fail to pick up the guys we fancied. Huw was too brash and put guys off; I was always way too quiet and by the time I plucked up courage to speak to a man, he’d usually left or hooked up with someone else. We were not good at cruising!

A new club had opened up in a quiet suburb of the city. It was clear from the advert that this club was a place to ‘do it’, a good venue for casual sex, and since we never seemed to pick up guys in the city centre, this seemed like a good place for Huw and I to try to get laid or at least drain our balls! The club was a bus ride away and I met Huw after my practice swim in the city centre. The club was in a really old hotel on a once busy road near a housing estate; now rather dilapidated, it looked distinctly uninviting. All the windows were blacked up and you entered through a closed door round the side. Knock twice and show your ID. We summoned up courage and got in.

Huw and I sussed out the place pretty fast. Downstairs was a normal bar of kinds, not overly full, but fairly normal. The toilets out the back were real toilets; no blow-jobs here or guys sitting in the urinal waiting to get pissed on! I think that’s what we expected. No, all the action seemed to be going on upstairs via a door the other side from the entrance – lots of men were disappearing through that door and not coming back. Huw headed off pretty quickly and I lost him for most of the rest of the night. One thing we had successfully learned in our youthful innocence – don’t go cruising with your best friend; it just cramps your style!

After a while, almost a pint and a half of beer later, I thought I’d go take a look. The door led into a stairwell that headed up to the right and to the next floor. There was a single light bulb lighting the staircase devoid of carpet. At the top was a long dim corridor with doors on either side but at the end I could see a room dimly lit by the flickering light of a television; the loud sounds echoing down the corridor told me that the guys there were watching porn. Inside the room I discovered that there were actually two tvs showing different porn – one a leather scene, the other twinks. Neither interested me really but the sounds of sex, the slurping groaning sounds of sex did start getting me horny. I noticed in the dim corners of the room, guys were making out.

I wondered where Huw might be. One of the rooms on the corridor opened and closed frequently and I caught glimpses of a darkish room lit only by orange lamplit weakly filtering through a high fanlight. Poking my nose inside, I could see a room full of men – there was no speaking, no real noise except the low rustle and gurgle of bodies entwined and the occasional slap of flesh on flesh. I found Huw pretty easily in the centre of a writhing group of men. He had his jeans round his ankles and a guy was kneeling behind him, face glued to his skinny white butt. I closed the door – at least Huw might get his rocks off tonight.

By now, I had a hard-on induced mainly by the proximity of so much horny sex going on. Unlike Huw I wasn’t in jeans; I was fresh from training at the swimming pool and my track suit showed my excitement all too clearly. Despite my erection, I needed to piss. There were more men through the door the other side of the corridor. Here there was a bath and two guys half lying in it, toe to toe; it was clear that the men round and about were pissing on the men in the bath. Despite my need to empty my bladder, I really didn’t want to get involved; this was not my scene at that time. I closed the door – of course I could go downstairs but I really didn’t want to show off in the bright lights of the bar the tent I had grown in my track suit, if I could possibly avoid it.

At the far end of the corridor I discovered a single toilet …. except …… there was someone in there kneeling on the floor. If he wanted me to piss on him or give him a blowjob ….. no way. But I was quite desperate now.

‘Hey look. D’you mind? I need a slash. Can I just use this room for a minute?’ I noticed the someone was actually a young Asian boy, Indian probably, shirt off and wearing red shorts, dark skin, jet black hair and brilliant white teeth.

‘Sure’ said the boy, but he didn’t move. I moved in past him and got my still fairly stiff cock out. The boy watched me.

‘Look. I need to piss and I don’t think I can do it if you watch me like that!’ He smiled and moved behind me. He closed the door and I thought he’d left, but suddenly I realised he was standing behind me. He slid the bolt on the door. Now you know what it’s like when you try to take a piss when you have a hard-on – not an easy thing to do. I had lost my erection a little bit but it was still fairly firm. I stood back from the bowl and pointed my cock down …… the piss started fitfully to flow. Just then I felt a hand on my ass and the boy poked his head under my arm and watched the flow. This was not going to help, but I couldn’t stop now. His hand slipped inside the elastic band of my track suit bottoms.

‘I’m almost done, mate!’ I said softly.

‘No hurry,’ my friend replied.

His hand softly massaged first one butt cheek and then the other. I tried to concentrate on finishing my piss. Then a couple of fingers slid in towards my crack.

‘Look. I’m finished,’ I said quickly and half turned, but his hand held onto my rear.

‘What’s the matter? Don’t you like me?’ said the boy. In fact his cheeky grin, that flash of white teeth, the darkness of his eyes …. He was a very good looking boy, about my age I'd guess. He pushed me back towards the toilet bowl, pulled my track suit down and knelt behind me. His fingers found my hole and gently rubbed. He spat and then his tongue started doing some serious stuff. This was lovely and although it wasn’t actually my first time, it was certainly the first time I really wanted my partner to do this.

‘Do you want a rubber?’ I whispered. That tongue was heavenly. The boy said nothing.

‘Have you got a rubber?’ I said again. There was a muffled noise which I took to be acquiescence but at this point I really didn’t care. The boy stood up and suddenly I felt a stabbing pain as he pushed his cock into my ass. Shit! It felt like a long sharp pencil. Oh my god that hurt. He put his arms round my middle and clung to my back while I leant forwards for the wall. He was like a dog on heat, this small dark creature impaled inside me, pile-driving me. He made little gasps and whimpers. He went at it like he was a machine. Slowly the long hard pencil felt easier to take. It was hot and cramped in that little room but it was clear the boy desperately needed to hump and it was my furry ass he wanted ….  and then suddenly he stopped. He stayed arms wrapped round me. We didn’t move.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked, but he just started up again. I held on to the water pipe of the cistern as the boy ripped into me for round two. One moment, he pulled out, but in another second that rock hard pencil was stuck inside my ass again. The whimpers and gasps kept on until I felt his arms grip me really close and tight and then the pencil suddenly jabbed deep inside. It was such a passionate moment as he came, strongly and tight around me but oh so quietly. We stayed locked together for a while. Neither of us said anything. Eventually the pencil was removed and I turned around. The boy was shining with sweat, his eyes closed, breathing deeply and his long pencil-like cock beginning to shrivel. It was then I realised there was no rubber. I felt round to my sore hole and felt the dampness. Was that his sweat or his sperm? I felt in deep and then rubbed my fingers. The boy’s cum was dribbling out of my ass.

Quickly my Indian breeder pulled up his shorts, pulled back the bolt and made an exit, pausing for the briefest of moments to kiss my face.

‘You have a great ass!’ he whispered and then he was gone! As I cleaned up and made an exit, slightly unsteady on my feet, I considered whether I’d own up to Huw that I’d just had a deep breeding by the cutest of Indian boys. No, probably not ….. and I started down the stairs.

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