Not sure if this is erotic or more of a confessional.
I'm currently living in a hostel in Bath between selling my house, and waiting for my barge to be delivered. It's been an eye opener, and you could write a book with all the characters in here. There's a mix of commercial guests, i.e. me who's self funding, battered wives with a few kids, those on benefits, and more hard core substance abuse and mental illness guests, who are under the supervision of a local charity. We're currently on about one suicide attempt a week and I've witnessed rages where young men are just in a panic, rage, real anxiety, with one taking a razor blade and slitting his throat and both wrists in the guests lounge. So it can be highly charged.
Anyway, not sexy right, right. I had just finished my dinner and making my way up to my room, when I heard Michael kicking off with Gerry on reception about I don't know what, but really working himself up. Without thinking it through, without saying much, I just smiled and drew him gently off to the little TV room. No one in there. Lights off, heating on, and no one had nicked the TV.
He was still ranting, took no notice. Took his coat off. Sat him down. Turned the TV on low, I sat down. Got him to take his boots off before indicating for him to lie down, his head in my lap, with a cushion under his head. Put my finger on his lips to stop him talking. Put his coat over him and just sat/lie. Started to gently stroke his back, and slowly he started to calm down. I'm not there to solve his problems, just to calm him down.
His breathing changed, calmer, deeper, and he nuzzled into me. I don't know why but I scooped out my boob, put my nipple to his mouth and he started to suckle on me. Very gently, and I felt him relax even more. Continued to stroke his hair and his back. His hand reached for me, so I stroked his belly. His hips started to gyrate so I knew he was getting turned on.
I reached down a bit further, and found he was rock hard under his trackie bottoms. I started to rub his stiff cock, and eventually put my hand down his trousers. It was hot, red hot. Gently wrapped my fingers around his cock, and started to wank him off. Slowly but with intent, his breathing got excited, so I held the back of his head and told him to be quiet, and I continued to wank him off.
It's been over a year, my hand started to ache, but I knew it wouldn't be long now. I kept going, even though by now he was a little in distress because he didn't want to cum. I kept going. He started to buckle, asking me to stop as he didn't want to cum yet, he wanted to fuck me. Didn't answer, I kept wanking and I told him to simply enjoy the moment.
Eventually it all got too much for him. I could feel he was close, and with a little grin, I said, "cum now", and the good boy did! He spunked all over my fingers, in utter silence, and all the anxiety and stress totally melted away, and he drifted off to sleep, with me stroke his back and hair, and I watched the TV for over an hour.
He finally woke, said he felt amazing, said thank you and we made ourselves up to our respective bedrooms to sleep.  |
