Madness reigns. Yes there are times when we do something that, upon reflection, was just a bit overboard or not like ourselves at all.  Then again, sometimes it is something that we like to do. A couple of years ago I was out clubbing with a few friends.  We had just left the club (around 6.30 'ish') and they wanted to head off to an after club party.  This is something that I usually say yes to, but on this particular occasion I was feeling just a bit 'off it', extremely horny, and just a little bit icky.  ( To be honest, I needed to just chill and cool down a bit).  I told my mates I'd catch up to them later in the day and left them to go off and have a coffee at a local cafe.

Naturally, I never made it to the cafe but ventured off along the canal in Manchester, a notorious cruising spot.  As you walk along the canal from the Gay village you come to an underpass that leads down to an area that is secluded and perfect for naughty encounters.

Although it was daylight, very little light filtered through to this area but there was enough to make out if anybody was hanging around.  As luck would have it, there wasn't a single body there.  FUCK!  Still, I knew someone would come along eventually, it was just a matter of time. I pulled out a cig and sparked it up. Leaning back  on a pillar in the dark I toked away at the cig, all the while listening for the sound of someone approaching.  I'd just stubbed out my cig when I heard a noise in the distance.  Looking along the waterway, I could just make out the silhouette of a guy coming in my direction. He looked like he was on his way to work but was stopping off for a bit of fun beforehand.  Wayhey, just what I needed, a raw, sexual encounter.

He was a couple of years older than me, I'd say he was about 24 or there about. He had that rough stubble, some peeps might call it designer stubble, but whatever, it suited him.  Dark hair, muscular build and a cock to die for!  Fuck me was he up for it. Our tongues whipped in and out of each others mouths, dancing a tango in the darkness. I could feel his hardon as he pressed his body close to mine.  He licked my face before once more plunging his tongue into my mouth. I don't know if it was the combination of drugs that I had the evening before or just the madness of the moment, but it was fucking intense. 

Unzipping his fly, I pulled out his cock and started to stroke it as we kissed.  His hands were down the back of my jeans, caressing my butt.  His cock was so soft, it felt like velvet.  You could feel the veins bulge on the shaft.  I had to have that sucker in my mouth so I slowly licked my way down his chest to that throbbing dick.  I slipped my tongue under his foreskin and licked around his knob as he moaned in pleasure.  I have to admit, he had the kind of cock that I love to suck - which in many respects is something of a 'contradiction in terms' considering I like to suck cock anyway.  But I have to say that this dick was special. It may well have had something to do with it's overall feel, I don't know I can't quite put my finger on it - I made sure my mouth did that instead! :) You probably know exactly what I'm talking about anyway. Some cock is just - DIFFERENT!

He thrust that meat down my throat and I was only too happy to take it all.  It tasted so good I wanted to eat it!  He oozed precum into my mouth and I sucked every last droplet of that our from the end of his prick. His hands guided my head onto his dick, becoming more and more frenetic as I sucked.  I had to stop for breath and went up to kiss those perfectly formed lips.  His hips grinding against mine, our cocks pushing against one another in a dance of pure sexual energy. The feelings, sensational.  My body was on fire.  I could feel the hair on my head prickle as we kissed, electrifying, to say the least.

He pushed me gently down to his dick once more and penetrated my throat with wild abandon.  I could feel his balls begin to tighten and knew that at any moment he was going to cum.  I wanted him to remember this moment and to make sure that this was going to be the most exciting blowjob he's ever had.  With one hand on his shaft, I let my other hand move underneath his balls until I could feel his hole with my finger. I tightened my grip slightly on the upper section of his cock to stop him from coming too quickly.  His moans became more intense with every suck of that meat.  He said he was going to cum and then pulled my face away from his cock so that it was directly above it. I pushed my finger into his hole as he let rip.  His cum showered my face with streaks of hot, sticky spunk.  He was one hell of a gusher this boy and he liked giving facials, obviously.  Believe me, I wasn't complaining, it was amazing.  He then pulled me up to face him and commenced to lick that cream off my face.  When he kissed me again, I could taste his sweet spunk and it just made me all the more hornier. 

By the time I was just about ready to explode myself.  His hand pumped my cock harder and when I was just about to say I was coming, he had his mouth wrapped around my dick and was slurping back my juice.  Fuck I thought I wasn't gonna stop shooting.  It just kept coming.  A fountain of youth from which this young man drank voraciously!  By this time I think I was just about sticking to the pillar I was leaning against. My breaths came in gasps.  Sweat trickled down my forehead and ran into my eye.  He stood up and whispered into my ear, "that was fucking fantastic, thank you", then zipped up and went on his way to work.

It certainly was a morning to remember.  He was cute, intense and one hell of a kisser.  Our paths never crossed again, at least, not to date anyway! :)