End the End

Frank is deep in thought.  He sits alone on a wooden bench by a park on the edge of the city’s industrial zone. His bike leans against a nearby tree.  Behind him are bushes and trees and beyond them a park.  He smokes a roll up and gazes out at the grassy wasteland leading down to a canal, and beyond it a crumbling Victorian pumping station,  some bushes and scrubland, electricity pylons and a row of decaying factory buildings.

Some project at work didn’t materialise, so he’s been idle for a week, and for Frank that’s dangerous.  If he’s not occupied, his thoughts naturally gravitate to sex, and it doesn’t take long before he is wired, obsessed and horny.  He’s been single for a year, kicked out by a girl friend who wouldn’t tolerate his occasional interactions with men. Men are generally easier to find if you just want gratification.  You just trawl the websites, the profiles and personal ads and usually it doesn’t take long before you hook up with someone happy to oblige.

Since the relationship ended Frank has used these sites to gorge himself on all kinds of sex thrills.  He’s met men and women, and the many shades in between,  and had a lot of fun.

But today Frank is feeling deeply frustrated.  For days he’s been trying to fix up an encounter.  Right now he would be  happy just for pretty much anyone to come over and suck him off. That’s all he wants.  Not much to ask.  He’s responded to many young guys in the area posting messages to say they were hungry to suck cock, but none of them seem interested in meeting Frank. The fish wouldn’t bite.  All he wants is to empty his balls and he’s determined not to have to empty them himself. 

Franks knows he’s getting too old for all this.  He’s still slim and good-looking, his hair is only just beginning to grey, but he’s over forty. Uninspired by the prospect of returning home to waste more time cruising on line, Frank considers his options.  An idea pops into his imagination and a few minutes later he gets up and cycles back to his flat.

Back on line he writes a message.

MALE 50, SEEKS COCK-SUCKING GUYS UNDER 30.

So this is the deal. Tomorrow night I want to be sucked off.

I’ll be sitting on a park bench by a canal in East London at dusk.  I’m not fat, not crazy, not infected with anything and have a big cock waiting for your innocent mouths. That’s all you need to know. Come and play, or just hide in the woods nearby and watch.

He adds some directions to the park bench he’d been sitting on earlier, and then posts the message on the crusiest gay message board he can find.

The following evening he’s back. He parks his bike against the same tree and goes over to sit on the bench.  The sun is setting on another warm day and everyone who had been out enjoying it is  now heading home.  He lights a cigarette and waits. His heart is beating fast. He’s been thinking about this all day. The night before he had been thinking about it too but had resisted the temptation to wank, imagining what might happen.  Now he’s horny and his cock is sits hard and cramped inside his jeans.

Ten minutes pass and a guy appears along the path. He walks slowly and self-consciously.  He turns, glances up at Frank and stops. Frank smiles. Hes not bad looking. Mid twenties, shaved head and tattoos running down his arms. He’s cautious, unsure whether to approach. Frank watches, willing him to come over until finally the young man walk up to the bench.

‘Hi.’

He stranger offers a shy smile, and eventually sits beside Frank. Frank unzips his fly and pulls out hs cock.

‘On your knees.’

He opens his legs and the young man drops down between them.  The lad begins, enthusiastically. Frank’s balls are cupped, a hand grasps his shaft and the tip of his cock is licked gently and then gradually enveloped by a warm moist mouth.  The young man moves his head slowly back and forth, slowly taking in more of Franks cock with each gentle thrust. Frank rolls his head back slowly till he is looking up at the clear, fading blue sky and smiles. This, he thinks is just what I want.

A while later Frank hears a rustle in the bushes behind him and turns his head.  Its getting dark. He can’t see anyone, so he turns back, imagining other men hiding, watching from a distance. This makes him even more aroused. He smiles and gazes down at the shaved head between his legs, bobbing earnestly back and forth.  Another figure appears on the tow path and for a moment Frank is wary, so he pushes the shaved head away from his crutch. The second visitor is an asian guy, wearing a long black leather coat. He’s older but still not bad looking.

Frank smiles. The guy smiles back and immediately approaches.

Frank pulls the shaved head back into his crotch.  He watches the guy open his coat and unbutton his fly, expose a long thin cock and step forward to watch the cock-sucking action close up.

‘Your turn, now.’

The guy with the shaved head makes way,  and takes up a new position on the bench beside Frank.  He fetches out his cock and Frank reaches over to grasp it playfully. The asian guy takes off his coat, kneels down and grabbing Frank’s cock with both hands he starts to suck.  

Now it’s getting quite dark. A third figure appears from out of the trees behind the bench. Frank doesn’t notice him at first.  Finally he looks round to see a short, slender youth with long blond hair in a pony tail standing in the shadows watching intently.

‘You want some of this, boy?’

The youth circles slowly, examining the activity around the bench like it was an exhibit in a gallery. Frank is in heaven. The asian guy is having fun, edging Frank like an eager expert, sucking him to the point of orgasm and then easing off, replacing the divine cock-sucking with delicately placed kisses around his balls, till Frank was ready to be brought back to the edge.

The blond lad finally steps forward and starts to rub the thick line of muscle poking out through his jeans.  Soon he too unzips.  Now it is his turn to service Frank’s cock. The asian gets up and moves onto the other side of the bench as the youth kneels down, opens his mouth and begins. Frank laughs.  Everything is just as he had fantasised about.

The guy on his left with the shaved head lifts Frank’s shirt and leans forward to work Franks nipples with his teeth,  biting, sucking and licking with impressive skill. The asian guy sitting on the other side rubs his own cock close to Frank’s face. Slowly the sun dips down and the sky turns grey.

Frank looks up and sees another guy approaching.  Soon this one too drops down onto his knees with his mouth wide open and his wet tongue draped over his lower lip.  

The blond guy is nudged aside and he shuffles over to Franks foot. Frank hardly notices his shoe and sock being gently eased off his feet but becomes aware of his toes held tight against a throbbing cock.  His newest cock-sucker is keen, proud to show he can take it all in his mouth and not gag. Frank has to push this one away every time he’s about to come.

Not yet.

Not yet.

Not yet.

Other figures, spectators, maybe half a dozen, unseen by Frank,  now stand nearby, some in the trees behind, others in the bushes to the side.  A train rumbles by in the distance and for a moment one can see its line of glowing carridges appearing from behind the shadow of trees and disappearing in the distance behind the shadow of factories.  The rumble slowly fades away. 

Frank is unaware. His eyes are closed. Four bodies surround him in the darkness and he can feel them all, working hard to satisfy. 

Two more figures make their way slowly up from the canal path to the bench. The light from their cigarettes is about all you can see, till they’re up close.  Both are tall. The circle of spectators breaks to let them pass through.  They stand in front of Frank. He opens his eyes and sees them outlined against a sky dimly lit by the city lights.

The cocksucker stops, turns his head and on seeing them waiting behind him, shuffles over to the side to grasp Frank’s other foot. For a moment Frank is confused. What do these other guys want?

Each of his cock-suckers now grip his limbs and hold him down. One of the tall guys remains where he is, while the other moves round slowly to the back of the bench.

Frank’s jeans and shorts are pulled down, removed and tossed away into the bushes.  He tries to resist but his arms and legs are held very tight. There is nothing he can do.

‘Hey, what the fuck..?’

It’s too dark to see much.  He is aware of the guys standing around movng in closer.  His legs are lifted into the air and held apart. His head is pulled back against the back of the bench.  He feels a massive cock pushing hard into his ass, then a cock against his mouth. Now he understands.

He opens his mouth. He relaxes. There is nothing he can do. His arse is tight but there is nothing he can do. The cock in his mouth is so huge he can barely contain it.  He’s fucked and face fucked. The spectators move in closer, several are holding out their phones to illuminate and to record the action. All have their cocks out.  For half an hour Frank is helpless,  gagged and gagging, spit-roasted, drizzled with spunk from cocks firing off one after the other.  His stiff cock flips backwards and forwards as his torso is pounded by thusting cocks at either end.  He’s flipped over onto his front, held down over the back of the park bench and his mouth and arse are instantly filled with cock again.  In the distance the harsh whine of a police siren is heard and as it fades, all that is left is the low murmuring sound  of men, grunting, gasping, mumbling softly.

In the end they depart, one by one, silently disappearing into the darkness until Frank is alone again, slumped naked over the back of the bench. He lies there and slowly recovers his breath. He is in pain, sore, bruised, sticky with sweat and spunk.  He starts to move but all he can do is to slide gently down till he is lying face up on the grass in front of the bench. His cock is still hard. He reaches down and the moment he touches it, he shoots and gasps aloud with pleasure and yet more hot spunk splashes down over his chest and face.  He opens his eyes and looks up at the sky and as he watches the tiny lights of a plane slowly making its way across the dark sky above him, he smiles contentedly.

Daniel Guy.  May 2013