THE NIGHT OUT - Sex Stories

THE NIGHT OUT

... pub for the other half of his pint of beer. He looked around the room as soon as his eyes got used to the light. Most customers were workers like him. Nobody fancy here. All men. Everyone was looking for cock. Someone asked him if he had seen a girl called Molly. He hadn’t. He saw in a corner a slightly older man with a mustache who seemed quite handsome. The two men looked at each other for an instant. The man put on his cap. It was a signal even the barman didn’t miss as he gave Richard a wink. After he finished his beer, Richard picked up his cap and left. He walked about 100 yards along the street, lit a hand-rolled cigarette, one of many he carried with him, and stood at the entrance of the alley. Richard was horny and had been all day. He touched his hard cock through his trousers. It was standing upright in his pants like a pipe. Someone was leaving the club but the two men were loud and walked in the opposite direction. As Richard was about to finish his cigarette, a man came out of the pub and stood by the door for a minute looking around. Richard blew some smoke out of the last bit of cigarette he had left. The man touched his cap to show he had seen Richard. Richard could not see his features clearly but he figured it was the man from the pub. The man walked slowly towards Richard who remained at the entrance of the alley. He felt his cock grow even harder. He had played it right. He had showed himself briefly in the pub which was a silent invitation to any man who ...

... was looking for sex. The man was only a few feet from the alley when Richard eyes looked down the dark tunnel and saw the silhouette of two other men. As he turned his head, the man from the pub grabbed him by the arm and pushed his slowly into the alley. Richard nodded towards the back alley and he could hear his friend chuckle. Further down the same alley, one man was kneeling in front of another man sucking his cock. Richard and the pub man kissed as the stranger pushed Richard gently against the wet brick wall. Both men had a tremendous hard on. They hugged, hands sliding down their back to their buttocks which they kneaded. Richard could feel the other man’s cock standing against his own. Richard’s cock was about to burst. The man moved his hips against Richard’s and the two cocks began to rub through the cotton trousers. Richard had heard of “frottage”, a technique imported from France, but he had never tried it. The two men were involved in a dominance struggle and continued to kiss passionately as well as rub invisible cocks. Richard noticed that the man’s skin was soft, his face well-shaved, and that he had a hint of an expensive perfume. He was probably not from the working class, thought Richard. The struggle continued as both men pulled the other by the buttocks against his cock. Richard could feel the sweat trickling down his back. Suddenly the moustached man buried his face in Richard’s neck and moaned as he banged his hips one last time again Richard’s crotch. ...