Skanky Park

by Caliban

16 Jun 2020 3915 readers Score 9.1 (362 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


When I was seconded to our London office for a few years, I made sure that my apartment was very close to a well-known cruising park in the city. After settling in to my surroundings, I couldn’t wait to embark on my first mission to this famous venue. I had read a great deal about this place and even seen a video that was recorded there by an eminent pornographer. The skanky and gratuitous artlessness of the video had left a strong impression on me.

In the video, after the main character arrives in a woodland area in the park after dusk, he has a protracted pissing session. Next, the groping, sucking, and fucking that followed was so mesmerising, that I was totally hooked. Everything about the video was spontaneous and unscripted. How the man filming the event actually managed to get the consent of the other participants, was completely spellbinding. When the batteries in his recording device finally ran out of power, however, I wanted to shit my pants with frustration.

Finally being in the vicinity of this fantasy, I was determined to create my own sequel, which the loss of power from his camcorder had robbed from me.

As I arrived in the park the sun was setting. I knew that there would be a full moon that evening, so with any luck, I would be able to at least see the guys I hoped to engage. I meandered around for a while and then to my amazement, found myself in familiar surroundings, totally certain that the wooded area I stumbled across was the one in the video. God knows, I had watched it enough!

I had even held in a huge piss in anticipation of my expected sequel. Then, as I hauled my dick out to take a leak, I heard two voices behind me.

Shortly, two guys flanked me and also began to urinate. Looking from left to right I saw two skinheads on either side of me. They were wearing the customary lace up boots, speckled jeans, and hoody tops that one would associate with guys of this sort. Seconds later, one of the guys moved up to me and placed a knife at my throat.

“Don’t move,” he said, before speaking in a thick London accent, aimed at his accomplice, “Tommy, check him to see if the fudge packer’s got any dough.”

After Tommy frisked me, also checking my arms and neck for jewellery, he replied, “Harry, the sausage jockey’s clean, his got fuck-all on him that we can nick.”

“Jesus Christ, I was hoping that we could score a few pints off this chutney ferret tonight,” Tommy replied, very irritated.

Harry then agreed, also totally miffed.

“Well… Let’s at least get some compensation and fuck this bum bandit,” Tommy pronounced, crudely grabbing his crotch.

Fortunately, the knife then disappeared, before I was roughly shuffled toward the tree stump I had seen in the video. Harry then lay back on the stump and instructed me to ‘polish his knob.’ Harry was not the cleanest boy in the world and shortly my head was being mashed into his smelly crotch. As my head got smeared over his genitals the odour was rather pungent, and when his dick began to fill with blood and he pulled his hood off the head of his dick, the smell of his ripe foreskin permeated the air. His skanky hands then commandeered my head and soon my mouth was rapidly being bobbed up and down his musty dick.

From behind, Tommy’s hands lowered my tracksuit bottom before his icky fingers began to invade my well lubricated manhole.

“Jesus,” Tommy declared, “this ginger beer (queer) arrived ready for action. The ‘Backdoor Deidre’s’ all greased up,” Tommy concluded.

“Then fuck the poofter,” Harry harshly instructed Tommy.

Shortly, a two way incursion was underway. Being humped from both sides was incredible and I was no longer in awe of the video I had seen. My pleasure far exceeded the memory of the footage I had watched so often and as the boys went ballistic, I could not have been happier. Their grunts and groans were stupendous as they speared me like two randy dogs.

“This oily rag (fag) has got the tightest hole I have ever fucked,” Tommy declared, almost breathless, before he asked, “How good is his north and south (mouth)?” in cockney slang.

“Jesus, mate, this cock-sucker’s mouth is like a suction pump,” Harry replied, gasping between grunts.

“Just… tell me when you… want to swap, mate,” Tommy confirmed in a stammering gabble.

Not long after, Harry said, “I’m getting too close, let the bum-boy polish your knob while I cum in his arse.”

After hastily swapping positions, Harry took up station behind me and began hammering my butt. Shortly, Harry unloaded in my backside before Tommy again returned to my arse shortly thereafter. Tommy then once more began thumping my hole, before he too commenced spewing into me.

Once done, Tommy placed his boot on my arse after pulling his trousers up, and gave me an almighty shove that sent me sprawling forward.

“Let’s fuck-off and go and see if my sister has any money for us,” Tommy disdainfully barked before they sauntered off.

It had been fast and furious, but I loved every second of it. The added ‘danger’ of the knife up front had given the entire episode a wonderful risky element and of course, all the ripe smells had totally enthralled me. Truthfully, I never really felt really threatened during my ordeal and the onslaught by my pungent duo had been fantastic. I could not have wished for a better welcome to the park. Once they were gone I began to pull my tracksuit pants up and dust myself off.

As I did so a figure moved toward me and asked, “Are you okay?”

Looking up at him, I saw a large dishevelled homeless guy with a salacious look on his face. He was really strong-smelling and as I observed him dumbfounded, he opened the front of his trousers and asked, “Would you also like to suck my dick, bruv?”

Any hesitation I might have felt was negated when I spotted one of the largest cocks I had ever seen. His dong made my mouth water. Homeless or not, I was practically beside myself with excitement as I regarded, ‘the king of dicks,’ and there was no way I was about to miss out on a bounty like this. With my eyes spinning, I reached out and held his knob in my hand.

“Jesus, mate, you have an incredible knob,” I said in total awe.

Kirwan, as I would later come to know his name, now headed toward the stump and leaned back with an inviting look on his face. I was all in; hook, line, and sinker, as I took hold of his incredible prick. My overall experience was turning into a tour de force. Odorous as my former handlers had been, Kirwan exceeded all former smells significantly. What totally astonished me was how much these smelly Englishmen were beginning to turn me on. It was as if I had been transported back in time to an era when most Europeans did not give a shit about personal hygiene.

With Kirwan’s icky hands manipulating my head, I commenced giving him a tongue bath. My enthusiasm knew no bounds as my mouth lustily slavered all over his crotch. Kirwan let me pay respects for the next few minutes before he stated that my arse would be his next port of call. After lifting himself off the stump, Kirwan ordered me to lean over on the stump before moving in behind me. The incredible sensation of his enormous dick buffeting its way into my hole was awe-inspiring. I thanked goodness that I already had two loads in me for lubrication, nevertheless, my sphincter gaped like a fish out of water. The power of Kirwan’s hands, however, left me in no doubt that my conquest was inexorable.

As Kirwan hammered my arse his mouth began to nibble my ears. There was a strong stench of cheap fortified wine and stale tobacco on his breath. Kirwan’s thrusting kept escalating, becoming more forceful as he powerfully banged my body. As he finally began to unload my ribs felt like they had taken a real bruising.

While still pinning me to the tree Kirwan started pulling his large cock out of me slowly. I could feel the well churned cream oozing out of my hole and trickling down the inside of my legs as the major extraction took place.

With his mouth still against my ear, he asked, “Where do you live?” Then, after a brief pause and before I could answer, he added, “I am really hungry, I need some grub.”

For some or other reason unbeknownst to me, I invited him home with me afterward.

When we arrived at my home I warmed a lasagne that I had in the fridge. Kirwan ate his food like a starved man. As he scoffed his food he kept glancing at me with an ongoing horny look on his face.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he splattered, as he smeared the back of his icky hand across his food flecked mouth.

‘Where will this night end?’  I pondered, as I sat looking him.

I thought of offering him a shower, but by now my skanky predilection had matured to such an extent that I couldn’t wait for our naked bodies to become intertwined in an animalistic aroma of unwholesomeness.

Upon finishing his food he said, “I’m full, now let’s fuck again.”

With a salacious grin, Kirwan arose and sniggered. “It looks like I won’t be roughing it tonight. The only one that is in for a rough time is you,” he stated, as he moved toward the bedroom.

I excitedly followed Kirwan’s lead.

After undressing Kirwan asked, “Can you wash my clothing while we fuck?”

“Sure,” I answered as I picked up the washing that needed to be done.

As I was exiting the room, Kirwan got on the bed and said, “Don’t be too long.”

Minutes later, I re-entered the bedroom and got undressed. As I got on the bed Kirwan immediately got to work.

After climbing on top of me, Kirwan began kissing me in a very passionate manner. As I had expected, his hum instantly enveloped us to the approval of my horniness. I had never been more stimulated in my life as I orally responded to his ardency. My hands then commenced running through his unctuous hair as I urged his passion ever onward.

Kirwan’s muffled growls now began stimulating me enormously as his unhurried approach blissfully ensued. After what seemed like an age, Kirwan slowly moved off me and encouraged me onto my side, without his mouth ever leaving my lips. I then felt my leg lifted as he moved in behind me and began manoeuvring his dick toward my manhole. As he entered my well-filled backside I was pleased that I had a mattress protector under the sheet on my bed.

With his left hand securing my head for his oral attack, his right hand began to roughly stimulate my nipples. Kirwan’s thrusting was firm but leisurely as my backside responded invitingly to his large cock.

Before long, the excitement of the evening and the gratification of what was happening to me became overwhelming. Picking up on this, Kirwan’s right hand now moved downward and began tugging on my dick. The eruption from me that followed was epic.

After my ejaculation was over, Kirwan pushed my body flat onto my stomach and solidly mounted me. With his torso now on outstretched arms, his hips went into hyper drive as he pummelled the hell out of my backside. As he literally commenced bouncing on top of me, Kirwan started to roar with excitement, before unloading yet more spunk into my arse.

As we lay on the bed afterward, I realised that I needed to visit the toilet to dispense with the overabundance of jizz swimming in my backside.

When I arose from the toilet after I was done, I marvelled at the globs of English spunk in the bowl, with which I had been infused with that evening.

When I got on the bed and lay next to Kirwan, he asked, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What?” I asked apprehensively.

“Weren’t you taught to clean-up after your mess?” Kirwan asked with a chuckle.

Without uttering another word I moved my head toward his cock and balls and began licking. After a good crotch cleansing, my mouth moved up to his nipples and commenced nibbling on them as his icky hands caressed my head.

Next, Kirwan placed his hands behind his head, signalling that more oral cleaning was required. As my face moved toward his left armpit, the smell was overpowering.

Whoa, fuuuck… I don’t know if I can do this,’ I thought to myself.

My indecision, however, was interrupted when a strong hand clamped the back of my head and forced my face into the damp stench. Stunned, I gingerly began to extend my tongue to sample the most extreme version of pit pong I had ever tasted.

Fortunately, the pig in me soon took over as I commenced snorting and licking like a possessed skank hound. What excited me even more was the ecstasy that my oral extravaganza elicited from Kirwan.

Not long after, we were once more at it, this time with me on my back. With my legs flapping about in the air, my arse received another solid pounding. Added to this, Kirwan also gave my head a robust working over with his febrile tongue. It was like a slug had chanced upon an abundance of lichen and was feeding to its hearts content.

This was the best and most exhilarating session with Kirwan thus far and lasted forty minutes. Afterward, totally exhausted, we were both soon asleep.

The following morning, after a shower and early breakfast, Kirwan was soon on his way cleanly attired. I told him that he could visit me whenever he liked and from that evening onward, he took my invitation to heart, which pleased me enormously.

I week later, I gave him a set of keys for my apartment.

My fears in doing so were soon allayed, when he proved to be an excellent cook and house cleaner. Above all, he continued to be an incredible lover.

by Caliban

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