Sam tossed and turned miserably in his bed, the sheets damp, the air in his room thick and still.
Same grumbled and rolled over, reaching for his phone. He squinted against the bright blue light of the screen and groaned. 1:43 am. “Fuuuck,” he mumbled.
Same ran his hands through his hair and got up, padding downstairs in just his briefs, his phone tucked into the waistband. He rolled himself a cigarette and stepped out into his garden, only stopping to slip on a pair of trainers.
The air was marginally cooler than it was inside the house, but there was a breeze moving through the air that cooled the sweat on his skin.
He sat on the chair, next to the small table that held an ashtray and sighed. He picked up his phone, flicked through it while he smoked his cigarette, and let the cool breeze play over his bare skin.
He glanced over at the other houses: all shut up, no lights on. He chewed his lip before grinning, and stood up, pulling down his briefs, letting the night air caress his entire body. His skin prickled, the breeze touching areas of his body not used to it.
Sam reached down and felt his balls, low and heavy from the heat, his cock thick and flaccid.
He walked into the centre of his lawn and stretched, enjoying the freedom, the movement of the air over his cock. The motion-activated light by his back door came on, throwing his shadow across the grass, bathing him in bright white light. Sam flinched a little, but it was almost 2 am, and everyone had their lights out and curtains drawn.
He walked slowly back to the chair, the metal surprisingly cold on his bare arse and thighs. He leaned back, letting his legs fall open. The feeling of the air in his exposed flesh was exciting, freeing, even. He felt his cock twitch a little, hyper-aware of the sensations.
He idly traced a finger down his shaft, enjoying the new sensations, the heady mix of excitement and a little fear. His pulse quickened as his cock grew, thickening in response to his touch, and the dark silent windows of his neighbour’s houses peering down at him. Sam wrapped his hand around his shaft, gently, and stroked himself slowly, with a feather touch.
“Oh fuck.” he murmured. He picked his phone back up.
“Fuck, this is stupid,” he said to himself, unlocking with trembling hands.
He paused for a second before opening the hookup app.
He chewed his lip again, stepping back into the centre of the garden, where the light was best, and posed, taking some pictures of himself, exposed in the night air.
Sam examined them before adding them to his profile. Tall, slim, a little hint of muscular, smooth skin, tight round butt, and a long thick cock. He posted them.
“Bored, lonely, anyone up?” was the message. He already had the location in mind, he’d walked through there plenty in the early hours, on his way home from the pub, a little passageway behind the local train station.
It didn’t take long for a hit. Older, taller than Sam, broad-shouldered, and most importantly, nearby. Sam’s cock throbbed urgently
“Hey, love the pics. Fancy a chat?” the message read.
Sam replied with only the location, and “30 minutes, bring lube.”
“See you then ;)”
Sam locked his phone and leaned back in his chair, heart pounding. His hands were shaking with anticipation. Sam plotted the route in his head as he stood, and quietly opened the garden gate, and stepped out onto the street.
The streetlights lent everything an eerie glow, the air out here still warm and muggy. Sam started walking, his hard cock jutting ahead of him, swaying with his gait. He scanned the houses obsessively, watching for lights, a twitch of curtains, as he left the cul-de-sac he lived on, and rounded the corner onto the large community green.
His cock was hyper-sensitive, every movement of the air sending shivers down his legs, precum bearing on his exposed head. He whimpered a little as he crossed and walked slowly across the green, the air delicious on his exposed manhood.
It wasn’t far across the green, but with it so wide open and well-lit, it felt like it took hours. Sam had to stop for a second to steel himself, and then saw headlights, rounding the corner. They would have an unobstructed view of him. He sprinted, cock bouncing obscenely in front of him. He stopped behind a bush, crouched and only partially hidden from the road. The headlights swept past where he had been stood a second ago, and vanished around the next corner.
Sam let out a breath and stood, realising a little dumbly that he’d decided to take refuge in someone’s front garden.
He slowly stepped out, and back to the green. His phone buzzed in his hand. “I’m here,” Sam read, sending a quick reply, “two mins.”
He was almost there, across one more street, and he had never been as aroused or excited in his entire life. He stroked himself as he walked, smearing the leaking precum over his aching cock.
He slipped quietly into the little passageway. The air was more still here, it was closer, and more ‘private’. He walked slowly, following the curve of the walls until he saw the man he was here to meet, standing under the sole streetlight through the alleyway.
The man’s face cracked into a grin as he looked Sam up and down.
“Fuck me,” he said, his voice low and rich. “Did you walk all the way here like that?”
Sam nodded mutely as he approached the man, closing the distance. Sam put his hands on the man’s waist and leaned up to kiss him. The man kissed him back, hungrily, his stubble scratchy and rough. He broke the kiss. “I’m Jack,” he said
“Sam,” was the hoarse reply, before their lips met again, and Jack’s large hand found their way to Sam’s insistent erection.
Sam melted into the touch, moaning into Jack’s mouth as he stroked and caressed Sam’s cock.
Sam fumbled at Jack’s belt with trembling fingers, unzipping his fly and dragging out Jack’s own rapidly hardening member.
He dropped to his knees, the rough ground digging into his bare skin, and eagerly ran his tongue over Jack’s cock, coating it in his spit, teasing and swirling his tongue over every inch, before opening his mouth and taking it inside. He let out a moan as Jack filled his mouth, savouring the taste as he bobbed up and down, trying and failing to swallow all of the older man’s enormous cock.
He looked up at Jack, eyes eager and hungry as he sucked and licked, listening to Jacks moans, feeling his large hand in his hair, encouraging him, but not forcing him.
Sam closed his eyes, his hand wrapped around his own cock while he serviced Jack’s.
Jack gently pushed him off and pulled Sam to his feet. He turned Sam around, spreading the younger man’s legs, and pushed him up against the wall. Sam bit his lip but said nothing. He jumped a little when he felt the cool splash of lube against his right arsehole, followed by the insistent pressure of something much bigger than a finger.
Jack placed a hand on Sam’s hip as he pushed his slick, throbbing cock inside, stretching Sam’s ass. Sam’s knees buckled a little as he was filled up, his cock jerking and leaking more precum. “Fuck,” Sam moaned.
Jack started slow, grinding and thrusting, getting Sam used to his girth and length, grunting with every stroke, then sped up.
Sam gasped as each thrust filled him, pressed against his prostate. Jack’s hand reached around, grasping Sam’s cock as he fucked him, slick with lube and spit, gliding over his sensitive shaft.
Sam moaned, not caring about who might hear, not caring about the outside, only caring about his building orgasm, the cock inside him stretching and filling him.
Jack gasped and grunted, getting close to his own orgasm. Sam cried out as he felt his orgasm ripping through him, cock spasming in Jack’s hand, shooting thick ropes of cum onto the wall in front of them, and then gasping again as Jack came with a roar, spurting inside Sam, coating his insides with his hot sticky seed.
They stood for a second, breathless and panting, not moving, Sam’s knees trembling.
Jack pulled himself out, and wiped himself off, still catching his breath. “You going to be okay getting home?” he said with a chuckle.
Sam forced himself to move, flush with that post-sex glow, “Oh I think I’ll be alright,” he smiled, leaning up to kiss Jack again.
“So, same time next week?”
