Eric's story

After having listened to almost every love song in his cassette collection Eric sung along to "careless whisper" for the eighth time, belting out the lyrics through sobs and tears as he looked at his puffy red eyes in the full length bedroom mirror.

He pressed the rewind button on his Walkman, hearing the churning sound of the cassette tape as the track played backwards at speed.

His first experience of love, and a boyfriend, and now it was all in question having witnessed Darren boarding the number 53 bus hand in hand with a girl. She wasn't even that pretty Eric told himself as he heard the gap between tracks and pressed play.

A black and white film and a tub of ice cream later and Eric felt no better. It was starting to get dark outside and Eric unfolded the 'in case of emergency' phone number he had retrieved from his trousers pocket, the number Mr Powell had given him.

 Heartbreak must be an emergency. But maybe too soon to be calling Mr Powell up Eric figured as he folded the piece of paper back up before pushing it back deep in his trouser pocket. What he needed was some fresh air to clear his head, a walk outside.

 Within minutes Eric had changed from his school uniform into a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt and was out the front door, walking, with no sense of direction in mind, through the built up neighbourhood of dreary tower blocks and graffiti covered walls, and then fifteen minutes later finding himself at the locked metal gates of the park.

 There was another way in via the car park, and Eric was surprised when he got there to see six cars parked up, the headlights of an approaching car signalling another arrival.

 It was dark now as Eric walked down the familiar path between the trees. The park had a very different feel about it at night, an eerie unsettling landscape that put Eric on edge, slipping into fight or flight mode with each sound that made him turn his head.

 An amber glowing light hovered in the air ahead and as Eric walked further down the path he could make out a dark silhouette of a person. It was someone stood on the side of the path smoking a cigarette. Eric caught his gaze as he got close and nervously Eric fixated his attention on the ground and walked straight past him.

 The trees give way to the playing fields which were bathed in the silver light of the full moon, the glow making it possible to make out all the landmarks that he was so familiar with, yet looking different at night.

Following the path down towards the tennis courts Eric noticed a figure appear from out of the bushes. The stature of the person indicated that it was someone different to the man he had passed earlier, another lone man in the park at night.

The windows of the public toilets emitted a dim light and as Eric got closer he could make out moving shadows through the frosted glass window. He approached the door nervously and was surprised to find it unlocked, and more surprised by the mass of heaving bodies that filled the space, numerous male faces looking at him briefly before their attentions went back to something far more interesting.

 There were guys giving and getting head, guys fucking and getting fucked, and others just masturbating whilst watching, a lot of trousers and underwear at thighs and ankles, others with hard cocks just pulled out of opened zippers. Men of various ages and sizes, all packed tightly in to the men's public toilets.

 Eric found himself stepping inside and being quickly embraced into the throng of men as the sounds of heavy breathing and erratic groaning echoed around him. Hands grabbed and groped freely as Eric froze in place, watching as a rather good looking fully naked rather fit bloke mid twenties with short fair hair got fucked hard at the urinals by an older shaved headed man, the younger man's face grimacing through gritted teeth as he cried out "shag me 'arder".

 The sensation of his sweatpants being yanked down made Eric look to see a man crouched down in front of him, the unmistakable glint of a gold wedding band on his ring finger. Eric was already stiff, and soon his erect cock was being placed in mouth and suckled on as another stranger caressed Eric's bum.

 A space full of men with a single desire, their shared primal need to feel the sensation of another man, and to empty their nut sacks.

 Eric's gasps and groans joined the chorus as hands of multiple strangers fondled and felt, sweatpants at ankles, t-shirt tugged over his head behind his neck. Fingers of one man on nipples, the mouth of another on cock, whilst what felt like two guys grabbed at his bottom and pried open his hole, and out of nowhere someone else pulled on his balls.

 This was all new to Eric, and certainly not what he had anticipated when deciding on going for a walk. He had never even contemplated that such things occurred, an orgy of men in a public toilets. But Eric wasn't repulsed. He felt a thrill of being in the company of a group of men engaged in sexual acts. A raw sexual energy coursed through his veins, an excitement overwhelmed him.

As he looked around he noticed there were some guys in their twenties, and plenty of guys probably old enough to be his Dad, and some old enough to be... Well they were significantly older. But there seemed to be no discrimination, everyone was involved in some activity of one kind or another, and Eric plunged his cock into what must have been the third hungry mouth, and then felt a surprise, the moist sensation of a mouth at his rear end.

 Eric let out a loud groan as his bum cheeks were spread and a tongue inserted in his chute, it felt utterly amazing and he felt giddy with arousal, his cock sucked, his hole simultaneously eaten out. It didn’t take long before he was pumping out a creamy load into a guzzling mouth with gasps of utter pleasure.

Eric sunk to his knees on the hard floor, the palm of his hand squelching as it landed on a used condom, not that it bothered him, he was too horned up to care. One stiff cock after another was driven into Eric's direction, and into Eric's eager mouth, a variety of sizes and shapes, cut and uncut, some fat, some slender, smallish to average in length, all sucked without so much as an introduction, all with their own scent and flavour. Guys cum and left, whilst new guys entered, and Eric didn't always look up to see who the next cock belonged to, it didn't matter in this seemingly sacred place of phallic worship.

 With a cocktail of cum having already been spilled in his mouth, and having shot now three times, Eric told himself that this was the last blow job he was going to give before heading home. It was a particularly fat Juicy cock that had been waved in front of his face temptingly, and looked far too good to say no to.

 Eric swallowed down the viscose load that slid down the back of his throat like an oyster as the meaty member pulsated, and then he looked up to see who it was that had made the thick salty deposit. A rather tall, tough looking skinhead wearing red braces over a tight fitting white t-shirt, his jeans highly bleached and overly tight on long slender legs.

 "Cheers" the skinhead muttered as he looked down at Eric and forcefully packed his softening fat dripping cock within his jeans.

 "You’re welcome" Eric replied as he got to his feet, his neck crooked as he looked up to the six feet five stranger

 "You dun?" The skinhead enquired

"Yeah" Eric confirmed

The skinhead motioned his head towards the door as if signalling to exit together, and Eric followed as men stepped aside for the intimidating looking man with the short cropped dark hair and neck tattoos.

 "Brian" the man said holding out a rather large hand, letters on each knuckle spelling out the word 'C U N T'

 "Eric" Eric replied feeling a firm grip

 "How old are you?" Brian asked

 "I um..."

 "The age of consent is twenty one" Brian stated with a smirk

 "Eighteen" Eric replied before changing it after Brian raised an eyebrow "seventeen"

 "Yeah of course you fucking are mate" Brian chuckled "Listen I was just curious, I don't really give a shit. I stumbled upon this place when I was younger than you are mate. Discovered guys liked to suck my big knob, have me fuck'em in the shit hole and stuff"

Eric stared at the guy that looked like the kind of guy he would usually cross the street to avoid walking past.

 "Even got gifts" Brian stated as he pulled out a chunky gold chain around his neck and tugged on it. "There are some dodgy fucking types out there mind, but if you ever need anything, gifts, cash, weed, well I can sort you out a few contacts that would like you, would want to spoil a lad like yourself you know”

 Eric was not so naive that he didn't know what Brian was talking about, and he stayed quiet as he studied the chain that certainly wouldn't have come cheap.

 "I can get you two, three hundred pounds. More depending on what you do"

 It was a lot of money, but Eric found himself feeling judgemental, even though moments ago he had been getting sucked and sucking cock for free, without knowing or even looking at some of the blokes.

 "Here take my business card mate" Brian said as he offered up an ivory colour card with glossy raised print in a fancy font.

 "If you need a one off cash injection or a regular flow of money gis a bell mate and I will sort you out, sweet as a nut like"

 Eric took the card and nodded politely, not being able to think of circumstances when he would need to use it.

"Life is shit. So you best fucking know it. Nobody likes us fucking queers, especially not the bastard cops or the scum media. So we live by our own rules, and say fuck'em all mate. We fuck in toilets and parks like this one, we don't do monogamy like the fucking breeders, we are men, and we are not meant to be faithful or restricted to one fucking partner”.

Brian sneered before continuing his rant “That is why they hate us, the straights that is, because we can get laid whenever the fuck we want. We don't wine and dine or any of that ponsy bollocks. No chocolates or flowers. Often not even a name"

 Eric thought it sounded rather gloomy and depressing. He felt in his heart that marriage was never going to be an option, but he still wanted a partner, the house, the dog, the dream. Just like in the movies, apart from that it would be two men.

"So take care" Brian said abruptly as he stepped back and turned around, walking away into the dark of the night.

 The following day was a Saturday and Eric mopped around the house still upset about Darren, unable to tell his mother who had asked at least a dozen times what was wrong. She sensed that there was a problem, and she had even gone through a list of possibilities hoping that Eric would finally admit to one.

 "Are you getting bullied at school? Are you worried about your exams? Are you in trouble for something?"

 Each time Eric said the same, "no!"

 Eric sighed with relief as his mother finally left for work. And moments later when the doorbell rang he expected she had forgotten her door keys.

 "Darren" Eric said in a surprising tone as he opened the door
 "Yeah. Why who else were you expecting" Darren replied with a hint of sarcasm as he pushed his way in without waiting for an invite as if there was no issues.

Another night with Darren

 "You blanked me" Eric said as he slammed the front door shut "you got on the 53 bus with that girl and totally ignored me"

 Darren just shrugged his shoulders. There was not even a hint of empathy on his face as he responded, his fingers brushing through his wet look spiked blonde hair "so fucking what"

"What do you mean so fucking what?" Eric asked angrily

 "I mean I am not fucking like you" Darren responded with raised voice "What we do is just a bit of fun between mates, nothing fucking more than that"

Eric felt a surge of hatred for the lad he thought he loved, glaring at him and feeling his body shake.

 Darren pointed a finger at Eric and then pointed it at himself as he asked "So... So wot exactly did you fucking think this was? Wot you thought I was fucking serious about you or something... Shit mate I ain’t like that, your a good shag nuffing more!”

Eric envisioned the letters that were tattooed on Brian's knuckles etched in bold black on Darren's forehead as the hatred grew inside. Then Eric began to see the pain and denial deep in those wide eyes that boiled with rage, and Eric’s own rage morphed into sympathy for the man that would undoubtedly always be at war with himself.

 Without giving it any thought Eric lunged forward and kissed Darren on the mouth, and Darren reciprocated passionately as he began to tug at Eric clothes frantically, pulling the t-shirt away from Eric’s torso as the seams ripped, and then grappling with the belt on Eric’s jeans, all the while their tongues wrestling and spittle exchanged.

 Both stripped of clothes in a wild fit of passion the pair made their way to the bedroom, their cocks achingly hard at the roughness of their act as they bounced off the hallway walls. Eric was slammed hard onto the mattress and Darren thrust his cock down into open mouth, thrusting his hips down and fucking into the gagging throat with fervour as Eric grabbed at Darren’s butt cheeks and squeezed them hard.

 It was the most heated hottest sex Eric had experienced, untamed and feral, swearing and cursing at one another as Eric got rampantly rogered face down, head buried in pillow, and then Eric pushing Darren away and going down on his stiff cock, sucking with all his might before licking down the shaft, over the balls, and to Darren’s taint. Darren’s legs swung open, and Eric’s tongue darted in the clenched puckered ring, forcing his way in as he heard the lengthy drawn out groans of pleasure. ‘your girlfriend won’t be doing this’ Eric thought to himself as he introduced Darren to rimming, devouring his hole hungrily as he heard Darren crying out “oh fuck you dirty bastard... Oh yes, oh fucking hell shit man”

Darren shot the most explosive load ever as Eric rammed his tongue in the moist saliva drenched butt hole, and then Eric sat astride Darren’s hips and tossed off, spunking his load all over Darren’s chest before licking it up and kissing Darren on the mouth.

 
 Eric awoke early in the morning in a the tight embrace of Darren’s strong arms, a morning glory raging hard and pressed between Eric’s butt crack, and instinctively Eric knew that last night had been a farewell fuck. He couldn’t waste energy on someone that would never be his, Eric would always want more than Darren could give, and it would be cruel to them both to even continue their nights together. Eric felt the hug tighten and the morning wood begin to slide up and down with purpose, a kiss on the nape and a groggy groan “good morning sunshine”.

‘Okay’ Eric thought to himself. ‘This morning would be the farewell fuck...’

A big thanks to those who have kindly voted and commented, and those who have contacted me. Chapter 5 in progress

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