About a year ago I found myself in Manchester. Part of its fame is Canal Street, which is a haven for gay men. The whole street comes alive at night and many blokes wander from bar to bar. My friend Steve and I were two such guys that drank in the nightlife and ambiance, that is, Canal Street.
On one night out we ended up in a pub that was new for us. It didn’t look that exciting, the paint was peeling from the woodwork on the outside and it was a bit dark and dingy, we nevertheless decided to stay a while and have a couple of drinks. It was about ten in the evening when the barman visited all of the clientele asking them if they wanted to participate in the Black Hole. I looked at Steve and he looked at me. We were dumbfounded. We giggled at the words but asked for more information anyway.
The barman smiled and suggested that if we had not even heard of it then we should give it a go, with a very open mind, he added. He left us to have a think about it and then came back to after he had taken orders from a number of other blokes in the vicinity. He then told us a little bit more of what was involved. Steve shook his head and declined the offer. I was intrigued; I found myself biting my lower lip but decided to decline the offer as well. However, ten minutes later, while ordering another round at the bar, I told the barman that I would like to enter the Black Hole. A smile broke out on my face as I walked back to Steve with two pints of beer. The barman told me that I would be escorted when the time was right. I looked around the room and wondered who else would be escorted into the Black Hole at the same time as me. It was eleven in the evening when I was approached by John, a rather camp sounding guy, who asked me if I would follow him. I did. There was no-one else going in the same direction as me. I wondered whether I was the first or last to enter the Black Hole. There was a reason for me being the only one. Everyone that entered the Black Hole was anonymous. The Black Hole was a room in the basement of the bar. It was served by six doors, I was shown to one of the doors and told to enter. John then told me to undress. At the time when the light would extinguish, the inner door would be opened which provided access to the Black Hole itself. I was told it would be cramped in the Black Hole and that I would be told as to when I could leave it. I was told that I would be in there about fifteen minutes give or take a few minutes. My heart rate increased as I started to strip in a room illuminated by a single blue light. It couldn’t have been more than twenty watts at the most. It was predominantly dark but light enough to see where I was placing my clothes. I stripped completely and waited. It took a few minutes before the light was finally extinguished and a voice announced that I should enter and enjoy the Black Hole. I walked forward slowly and within seconds I had bumped into someone else. My hand touched a waist as I held it out in front of me. Within a minute the door behind me closed and I soon found myself in contact with someone in front of me. There was another to my left and one more to my right. The Black Hole was, as its name implies, pitch black. I could see nothing, absolutely nothing at all. A hand came to rest on my bum. By then I lowered both of my hands and let them wander. My left hand contacted with a rather thick cock, still flaccid but I could feel the blood pumping into it at an ever increasing rate. I let my hand sink to the man’s balls and I cupped them. My right hand rested on the bum of the person in front of me. It was a nice round arse, of slim build, and I let my hand grasp his buttocks as I squeezed gently. For some reason I closed my eyes as I let the feelings flow through me. Why I closed my eyes, I don’t know, I could see fuck all. My breathing increased as my left hand came up and stroked the person’s cock to my left. I didn‘t know who it belonged to and at that moment I didn‘t care. I pulled on it a few times. It was un-circumcised and I pulled the skin over it as I felt it grow. I would have liked to have bent over and sucked on it, but there was no room to manoeuvre. I caressed the other person’s arse with my right hand and then I found my index finger sliding between his arse cheeks. You could smell the testosterone pumping around the room. Someone let out a moan and someone else uttered the words, “Oh, Fuck.” It was rapidly becoming one of the most horniest situations that I had ever been in, and I was in the middle of it. Suddenly the person’s arse was removed from my right hand and I found his cock brushing against my hand. I grasped it quickly. It was long and thin and I soon found my hands caressing and slowly stroking two cocks at the same time. Each one of them provided a different sensation of texture, sweatiness and expectation. A hand came up onto my arse and probed at my anus. I wanted to reach out and kiss one of the people whose cock I was stroking but I didn’t know whether they would reciprocate. Kissing can be personal even for us gays. I decided to lean forward a little to allow the persons hand access to my arse. Both my hands pumped the two cocks in front of me. I must admit I was lusting quite badly after the thin one in my right hand. As I said, it was long and thin and he had some very tight balls below his lengthy cock.
I would have given anything to sink my lips down on him and finish him off. Second best would be to get his cock up my arse and see how long he would last. My own cock had not been touched but it was as hard as it could be with expectation. I would have loved to have put it between someone’s thighs and gently fuck it between them. I heard the guy to my left mutter something about how fucking nice this was. It was seconds later that spunk jetted upwards from the end of his cock. I felt it splash over my hand. The guy in front of me commented on the fresh cream that had obviously spilt over his body and it was seconds later that the guy in my left hand covered it with loads of spunk as it dribbled out of his spent cock. His words about cumming were a little too late as he had already shot his load everywhere. By the time he spent himself, I found that my right hand was empty. I found myself being turned around and soon my torso and face was against the wall of the Black Hole. Both my hands came up to my shoulders as I stopped myself being thrust, forcibly, into the wall. Then I felt a cock slide and probe at the groove of my buttocks. I pushed myself backwards and I felt this thin cock slide between my thighs. I wanted him in me. I didn’t know who it belonged to but I wanted to be fucked by it. Suddenly, I felt lubricant being smeared all over my anus. I suspected that the person’s cock was liberally anointed as well. Then I felt his cock at my entrance. My eyes closed once more. I pushed my arse backwards. I so much wanted this cock inside me. I felt it prise my anus open, it may have been thin but it was exquisite. I felt it enter me. Stretching me. Filling me. I reveled in its length as the head of his cock went past my anus and slid upwards inside me. I let out a cry of pleasure. I felt the person lean backwards as he grabbed my hips and push his cock upwards. I too tried my best to lower my back to give him easier access. I pushed my arse backwards to meet his thrusts. I suddenly felt a hand on my cock. For the first time in the Black Hole, my cock was being stroked by someone’s hand. It was the person to my right, perhaps the same guy that spunked over my hand, I don’t really know. I do know that my hand was still dribbling with someone’s spunk. I was half tempted to lick it off, and I reckon Steve would have thanked me later on when we would kiss. I pushed my arse down onto this gorgeous cock every time it pushed upwards inside me. It slipped all the way inside, filling me, it devoured my very soul. It fucked me with the sole intention of filling me up. Suddenly an announcement was made inside the Black Hole. “Two minutes guys…” Two fucking minutes, was that it? Fifteen minutes gone already? The announcement made the fuck I was getting all the more intense. I wanted to make him cum and I had two minutes in which to do it, I wanted his spunk inside my arse and I wanted to cum myself. The hand pumping my cock increased in speed. I felt it pump up and down rapidly over my cock. The cock inside my arse was pleasuring me intensely, and I felt my orgasm rise between the two wonderful feelings. I raised my left hand to my face and opened my mouth. I sucked on the spunk that had covered my hand earlier and swallowed it as my own orgasm took control. I heard the person behind me groan and moan as his own orgasm told me he was filling my arse with his spunk. Unexpectedly, more spunk drenched my left side. I reckoned it must have been the bloke who had his finger up my arse earlier. Masturbating on his own and cumming over me. Other people in the room started to announce that they were cumming. I was not alone. My own cock erupted over the floor and the hand of the person wanking it. I pushed backwards with the feeling of fulfillment and overwhelming satisfaction; that was until the cock that filled my arse was removed. I felt spunk dribble down my backside and onto my calf muscles. Despite the feeling of enjoyment, I also felt disappointment at it all having to end. The voice in the Black Hole told us to leave by the same colour lamp that we entered. Doors opened and I saw the faint glow of the blue light. I contemplated looking behind me to see who was also in the room, and I wondered whether the lighting would be bright enough to recognize them. I didn’t turn around in the end, preferring anonymity. A towel had been provided with which to clean myself up. They were obviously prepared and must do this a lot on Black Hole nights. I chose to swallow all the spunk that I could from my hand and just wipe my bum with the towel. I dressed and left the door that led to the pub as I was instructed. I never noticed anyone else leave the Black Hole. Out in the pub I met with Steve. He was grinning and asked me whether I had enjoyed it. “Fucking wonderful,” I told him. I looked around the room, and still, I didn’t have a clue as to who had spunked over my hand or who had pulled on my cock for that matter. I certainly didn’t have a clue as to who had fucked my arse so fucking wonderfully. But then, I guess that person didn’t know who he had fucked either. Part of me wanted to know and yet another part of me liked the uncertainty. All I know is that none of them were Steve. I would recognize his cock anywhere had I felt it. I shall definitely be visiting the Black Hole again, sometime in the near future.
Published 8 years ago