Rough Night
by Jack_O
Copyright© 2006 by Jack_O
Gerald woke with a start. His mind full of dark dreams. A throbbing erection reminding him of the potent source and he cast a sly glance at his sleeping wife, disregarding the brief impulse to satisfy the urge on her. Tonight, he needed something much harder than she could ever give him. Satisfied she wouldn't wake, he slid from the bed and made his way into the bathroom. Carefully he switched a light on over the mirror, illuminating his flushed face. 'Disgusting', he thought, 'you're a middle-aged man, respectable, married. Go back to bed before it's too late!' He knew he couldn't do that, his hard-on was too persistent to allow him any rest. It demanded satisfaction of his darkest desire. Gerald sighed, splashed a little cold water on his face to bring himself awake and ran a hand through his hair, pasting the thin strands to his head like spaghetti. He rubbed his thin erection hopefully, trying to release the pressure in the knowledge that it wouldn't let him off that easily. He sighed again and bowed to the inevitable, letting it go to switch off the light.
His wife, Linda, slumbered on in her own dream-world, unaware that her husband of 22 years was silently dressing in an old pair of tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt that proclaimed the wearer had enjoyed a 'wild time at Longleat'. He took one last look at his wife and slipped from the room, down the stairs and out the back door like a shadow into the warm night air.
The park was only 15 minutes walk from his house where he'd lived for the last 14 years. He'd only been aware of the nocturnal activity that went on there for the last two, an accidental discovery made when searching for his lost dog. He'd stumbled through some bushes and interrupted two men engaged in something he'd considered perverse; oral sex. Something even his wife would never do. He'd stammered an apology and beat a hasty retreat before they took exception to his presence. The dog had turned up while he'd been out looking and he'd often wondered whether fate had led him to that spot. Gerald's dream's had been full of that scene for a long time afterwards. In them he did things his conscious self wouldn't dream of doing, but in the privacy of his mind, nothing was taboo. After several months of these dreams, he couldn't shake the image of an aroused penis coming closer and closer to his mouth and woke one night with a throbbing erection that he usually masturbated to sleep, following swiftly into a dreamless state. That night he didn't and made his way to the park where a fit young man gave him his first taste of sperm and hooked him for good. His mouth watered in anticipation as he quickened his pace, drawn on by the hot promise of tasting the forbidden elixir once more.
Gerald paused on his second circuit of the park as a light flickered in the moonless dark, illuminating a rugged face. A cigarette flared between full, thick lips, white teeth gripping the filter shone like a row of tombstones as smoke drifted between them, reminding Gerald of an old horror movie. The image sharpened his fear and, perversely, his excitement.
"Lookin' for somebody?" The Man said in a husky voice, redolent of rum and spice.
Gerald nodded, realised he may not see the gesture and said, "yes," in a timid whisper.
"Maybe I can help you find what you're lookin' for."
I hope so!" Gerald breathed, stepping into the undergrowth towards the glowing red flame, using it to guide him into the presence of a tall man, standing under the shade of a Yew tree.
"What will you do when you find this somebody?" He asked, blowing sweet smoke in Gerald's face.
"Anything he wants!"
The Man laughed and walked nonchalantly away, calling over his shoulder for Gerald to follow. With a pounding heart and panting breath, he did so, stopping after a dozen paces beside a large bush.
"First of all," the man said, taking Gerald in a powerful embrace, "I want a kiss."
"Oh..." Gerald gasped, feeling a man's lips on his for the first time in his life. None of the others had gone in for such subtlety, preferring to go straight to it. Hesitantly he returned the kiss, shocked to discover the man was as hairy as a bear and, if the semi-hard bulge sticking into him was any guide, hung like a horse too. He moaned as the man's tongue thrust into his mouth and sucked on it, a strong taste of rum making him gag slightly. Gerald didn't particularly like alcohol, but consoled himself with the thought of washing it away with the salty flavour of one of his most piquant fantasies; black man's cum!
"If that make you choke," the Man said as he pulled away to unzip his fly, "then you in real trouble now!"
Gerald shucked his tracksuit, enjoying the sensual feel of the warm air on his skin without a word about his alcohol aversion. "Why's that? What do you want me to do?" He knew perfectly well what the man wanted, but wanted to hear him say the words.
"I want you to suck my cock."
Gerald got on his knees and moaned in delight. Hearing such an explicit command like this never failed to enhance his arousal, something his wife could never understand or would ever do, her talk limited to thanking him after the deed was done. A hot, musky odour filled his nostrils moments before the hard cock slapped on his face. He grabbed it with a trembling hand, the other busy stroking himself, and opened his mouth, groaning as the large head filled it.
"Suck it good," the Man growled, holding the back of Gerald's head, "suck it... yeaaahh, stroke it... squeeze my balls."
Gerald stroked the large, hairy sacs, feeling them swell tight in the confines of a leather ring and felt puny by comparison. 'O sweet Jesus' he prayed, 'he's built like a bull!'
"Look up" he now ordered, "lemme see the whites of your eyes... am gonna fuck your mouth!"
Gerald realised he probably could as his sight had adjusted to the gloom. He could discern the muscular bulk before him, towering above his head as it was tilted back to admit more meat than he'd ever taken. To stop himself cumming too soon he left his erection alone and wrapped that hand around the root of the man's enormous cock. The longest cock he'd had was about six inches but this was far larger and thicker. He tried to relax his throat and squeezed harder on the big balls, bringing a groan of approval from above.
"That's right, squeeze my balls... pull 'em hard... like pickin' apples from a tree. Yeah! Keep suckin' my fuckin' cock... harder! Come on, suck that cock... eat it. Fuck yeah! You mine now, bitch!"
Gerald had never been so aroused and so frightened at the same time. He felt himself falling back as the hard tool pummelled his mouth and winced as he sat on the grass with a bump. Sharp twigs dug into his buttocks and back as he was ground down before the primal energy of this force of nature.
"Stick your tongue out," came his next demand, "lick the crack of my arse!"
Before he could move, Gerald felt his mouth smothered in hot flesh, a firm slap on his cock demanding he got on with it. Hesitantly he ran the tip of his tongue along the funky cleft, thick hair tickling his lips as he licked. Hating himself for enjoying this lewd act, he dug his tongue between the muscular cheeks, slipping it around the puckered hole then inside to their mutual pleasure.
"Oh yeah! Right there! Stick your tongue in... wiggle it up... all the fuckin' way bitch... fuck it with your tongue... suck that hole!"
Gerald writhed ecstatically in the grip of the man's hand, obscenely probing his arsehole deeper and kissing it each time his cheeks bounced down, rubbing the hairy chunks of flesh in both hands. He breathed a sigh of relief as it left his aching cock waving in the air and slid off his face, pushing the horny length into his mouth once more with a grunt. In this position he could take more of the thick, meaty girth past his gullet without gagging and swallowed it almost to the root, twitching his nose as a curly tuft of hair tickled him.
"Fuck me, that's so good!" The Man sighed, leaning forward to take the weight on his elbows and lick Gerald's stiff cock. "Yeah! Slap my big arse," he said, feeling a hand smack down and grip a chunk tightly. "Finger it you dirty bitch!"
'I hope you cum before I choke!' Gerald thought, roughly shoving a couple of fingers into the pungent hole and smacking the hairy cheeks. The cock in his throat forced a groan of pleasure to take the long way round, bursting from his distended nostrils that urgently sucked air into his burning lungs. It felt more likely that he'd cum first. His feet drummed on the grass as he felt himself taken whole in a wet embrace, thick lips sucking him with rhythmic insistence. He gurgled hysterically around the thick, black cock that fucked his throat... and beat at the mans buttocks as his air supply was blocked in a thicket of hot, hairy flesh. From far away, the last words he heard before passing into the abyss were: "Come on baby! Cum for the daddy..."
Several drops of white spunk splashed on the full, black lips, followed by a thicker stream that streaked over his face and clung there like icing on a chocolate cake. A long, pink tongue licked up the drops, savouring the fresh taste before letting them drip onto Gerald's crack that hung limply between two large, black hands. The long, ebony rod slid from his slack lips with a smack and slapped his face, dripping pre-cum and spit in a thick rope that stretched up, and up until it slopped back down with a lewd splat.
"You a good cock sucker... let's see how you take it in your arse. Hey! You want to be awake for this."
Gerald's head lolled limply from a light blow to his cheek, deaf to the mocking laughter at his plight.
"Well now. I need to get off and you ain't goin' nowhere. so..."
In the dim recess of his primal mind, Gerald felt the long, wet tongue slither inside his arsehole. Subconsciously he felt moist lips caress him, kissing, sucking hungrily at his ring. His limbs twitched, stimulated by the nervous energy flowing through his body, sparking along the neural network into his brain, stirring him into semi-consciousness. The lips flowed up his crack, along his depleted penis to flutter over his torso, pausing only to play around his navel before continuing the journey up to his nipples, sucking them into erect awareness. Gerald groaned, becoming aware that something was pushing at a tender spot, probing firmly. He opened his eyes and faintly discerned a pair of eyes staring down at him.
"..." he said, as his lips were parted by a tongue that reeked of his spunk and; 'Oh shit," he thought, 'he's not going to... ?' A burst of pain suggested he most certainly was. He whined pitifully, his nipples chafing under the man's thick carpet of chest hair as they jostled for position. His feet scrabbled to give him enough grip and aid any possible escape, but was thwarted in this by a pair of strong hands gripping his buttocks, pulling him firmly onto the brute force between his thighs.
'Rape!' The word flashed red in his mind like a broken bar sign, crackling discordantly on and off as the hot beast probed his inner defences, prowling around the tight muscle with every intention of going further.
'Well, what did you expect?' The part of himself that Gerald recognised as his everyday persona, chided. 'You come here cruisin' for an amusin' encounter and get surprised when you meet a bull instead of one of the herd. You asked for it... now it seems you're getting it!'
Gerald whimpered like a whipped cur around the tongue in his mouth and beat his puny fists ineffectively at the big man's back. In response, the prowling beast sensed a weak spot in his tight defence and pushed hard, filling his broken ring with its hot head. His scream was smothered under a triumphant groan and a hot mouthful of spit as the tongue withdrew.
Through a blinding burst of pain, Gerald heard a mocking whisper; "Who's the daddy now, bitch? Your cherry white ring is mine!"
"Please... don't... oh shhhh..."
Another hot kiss broke his protest short. Another hard thrust smashed his resistance. Now, there was no stopping this black beast in full rut and with a hammer head blow it split his ring apart and kept going, inch by inch, stretching his defenceless hole open wide. Firm hands pulled his cheeks, spreading his crack, smacking his flesh, stroking and lifting his legs up high to assist the beast in its inexorable progress.
Gerald took a deep breath as the weight on his chest eased off slightly as the man drew back to alter the angle of attack, forcing his bowels to accept even more meat. The breath whooshed from his lungs, leaving him no energy to cry out although his lips were free of their crushing burden, and his arms fell limply over his head as in surrender to the inevitable.
A deep groan came in recognition of the gesture and the beast throbbed in approval, burying its head deeper. "Yeah, bitch! I know you want it..." Gerald's head shook weakly from side-to-side. "I can feel it," he went on without seeing the negative motion as his eyes were closed in pleasure; "your tight, white hole craves black meat... it looooovves it! Oh yeah... dig your heels in my arse... pull me in deep... all the way... nearly there... Fuck! Oh fuck, yeah... tighten up that pretty little hole... squeeze that cock up there... all the fuckin' way! Ssssswwweeeeeeet!"
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