I bristled, knowing he was taking the piss out of me. I wasn’t one for recreational drugs, but I’d be fucking damned if I was going to refuse now. I held his hand still, lowering my nose to it before snorting the powder. Whatever that was, it wasn’tjustcocaine, or at least not straight shite anyway. I screwed my eyes shut, pinching the bridge of my nose as it burnt and my head swam.
In an instant, I felt far away, like everything was happening in slow motion. It was all I could do to stay upright and I watched, spaced out, as the handsome fella in front of me poured himself a wee bump and snorted it just as I had.
Slipping the baggie back into his pocket, he didn’t say another word. I felt his hand against my chest, pushing me backwards until I stumbled and was forced to lean back against one of the walls.
My mind couldn’t keep up with everything that was happening and I stared, watching the stranger kneel before me as he tugged my joggers down. I sucked in a breath through my teeth, my hand finding the stranger’s hair as he eagerly took my cock into his mouth.
Maybe it had been too long, or perhaps that cocktail of drugs I’d just taken was messing with me, but whatever this guy was doing, it feltincredible.
“Jaysus,”I groaned, head falling back against the wall. My legs shuddered, pleasure coursing through me. As the stranger bobbed and sucked on me, he stroked his hand up my abs, bare as they were. I’d never been so glad to be shirtless.
The door to the toilet flew open, the music suddenly blaring. I froze, expecting my handsome companion to do the same. When I risked a glance down my body, he pulled away just long enough to press his finger to his lips before sucking me back in.
The extra thrill, just knowing we could be discovered and yet the stranger was willing to keep going drove my enjoyment forward. I pressed my lips together in a bid to keep silent and my brows furrowed, eyes sliding closed.
Even the tell-tale sound of piss splashing against one of the urinals wasn’t enough to distract me from my arousal. I did my best to keep my breathing quiet, though my chest ached. I felt so hot, so alive… The toilet door opened up, more loud music blasting in, before thunking closed once more.
“Was there feckin’ molly in that shite y’gave me?” I husked, grabbing a fistful of the stranger’s hair and dragging him off me.
“Mighta been,” he replied with a feral grin that made my heart rate rocket.
He got up, wiping off his mouth but as I reached out to grab a fistful of his t-shirt and pull him in for a kiss, he brushed me away.
“Turn around,” he instructed, taking my shoulders and guiding me.
“Did I say I’d be takin’ it, then?” I grumbled, surprised when I felt a hand against the back of my skull. He gripped me firmly, but not so much that it was uncomfortable and pressed my forehead against the wall of the stall. He pinned me there and despite how I’d bristled over the assumption that I was happy to be taking a dick as opposed to giving one, I felt myself softening beneath his hold on me. I’d never considered myself to be overly submissive, but something about thisfella, about his calm and confident handling, was a world apart from the sloppy, frantic experiences I’d had in the past.
A low chuckle sent a shiver down my spine. “Y’don’t seem to be mindin’ it all that much, now.”
With his hand still on the back of my head and holding me in place, I felt him tug my joggers down a little further before a digit, slick with saliva was pressed against my hole. The stranger didn’t give me even a moment to come to terms with it before he slipped it inside me. I clenched my teeth, an addictive mixture of slight discomfort and pleasure washing over me. When I steadied myself with my hands against the stall and parted my legs to allow him more room, I earnt myself a shaky sigh.
“That’s it,” the stranger breathed, his chest pressed against my back. When he began to slowly thrust his finger back and forth, a low groan escaped me, and I felt laughter rumble through his body. “It’s good, aye?”
I couldn’t trust myself to speak and instead nodded as best I was able to, my head still pinned against the wall. I closed my eyes, unable to resist as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over me. It had to be the molly. I’d never fucked on the stuff, but I’d heard it was a real treat. It had never felt so good, so utterly all-consuming.
The door to the toilet opened once again, but this time it was a group of two or three lads, clearly wasted by their slurred speech. They were loud, their voices ricocheting off the tiled walls as they chatted to one another. Enjoying that I couldn’t make a sound and forcing me to hold myself back, the stranger fucked his finger in and out of me with enthusiasm. I shuddered, my hands balling into fists on either side of my head.
Just as I was beginning to wonder how much more of this I was going to have to withstand, the stranger at my back eased his digit out of my body. Though he remained close, using his body to pen me in, he removed his hand from the back of my head. I turned to watch over my shoulder as he tore open a johnny with his teeth, my eyes dropping curiously to his cock as he pulled it free from his jeans. He was a good-looking fella top to toe it seemed and I sunk my teeth into my lower lip as I prepared for what was next.
The group of lads exited the toilet block, leaving us alone once more. The stranger hocked up a mouthful of saliva before smearing it over his length. Whilst I didn’t exactly make a habit out of taking a dick, this wasn’t the first time I had, and I knew saliva wasn’t the best lubricant. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, and I wasn’t about to be stopping this, not now I had the handsome stranger where I wanted him.
“Y’ready?” he rasped at my ear as I felt him press the head of his cock against my hole.
“Aye,” I said, swallowing. “Take it easy, like.”
“‘Course.”
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to relax as the stranger pushed forward. I felt my body stretching to accommodate him, the ring of muscle burning and blending with the ecstasy that was already building within me.
“Ngh, f-fuu—”Was about all I could manage to splutter, head flopping forward to rest against the wall of my own accord this time. There was a low, desperate groan at my back that set me alight.
“Jaysus, that’s good,” the stranger grunted. “Y’takin’ it well, now.”
I wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or embarrassed by his praise, but when he closed in and reached around me to wrap his hand around my cock, all logical thought abandoned me.
We didn’t have all night to mess around here. Not only would our mates start to wonder where we’d got to, but also the longer we stayed here, the more likely it was we’d be discovered. I knew how most of the travelling community viewed people like us. It definitely wasn’t something you wanted to be known for.
The desperation to come as quickly as possible combined with the very real threat of discovery and a hit of molly was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Each thrust of the stranger inside me had my legs shaking and breathy moans slipping from between my lips.
