On a rainy evening

ON A RAINY EVENING

That autumn evening, I was strolling through the city park hoping to pick someone up to give me a blowjob. Usually on Saturday evenings, there were plenty of such people here. You could even choose a candidate. But today, luck was clearly not on my side. A fine drizzle kept falling from the sky, it was cool and uncomfortable.

I decided to make one more round along the park paths and, in case of failure, go home. It was getting dark and already hard to see. Behind the building of the former planetarium, a public toilet was visible, where lovers of "strawberry" and adventures usually hung out.

I pretended to be passing by the toilet, but suddenly a natural need made

me go in to take a leak. Inside the toilet, it was, as always, dark. Unzipping my jacket and the fly of my jeans, I took out my cock, ostensibly to relieve myself.

Suddenly, a figure detached from the opposite wall, approached me, and reached out a hand to touch my cock.

Usually, that's how it all started. But the stranger's sudden appearance frightened me a little.

A cold hand took my cock, gave it a little squeeze, and began to slowly masturbate it.

"What's your name?" asked the stranger. "I'm Zhenya."

"Max," I introduced myself.

"Listen, Max. Let's go somewhere, find another place. It stinks in here." Indeed, this toilet probably was never cleaned, and the stench was terrible.

I put my cock away, zipped up my jacket, and we went out into the fresh air, heading for a side path where we definitely wouldn't meet anyone.

Zhenya lit a cigarette, offering me one, but I refused. The flame of the lighter illuminated his face. Before me stood a young man, maybe three, at most five years older than me.

"Max, I have a proposal. Let's go to my place. I live alone, not far from here. We can relax properly. What's the point of doing this in the rain."

I usually refuse such offers, but that time I broke my own rules.

We left the park, Zhenya hailed a private cab, and about 15 minutes later we were at his house. The apartment was quite presentable, just like its owner. Now I got a good look at him. Zhenya was about thirty or so. A masculine but handsome face with dark eyes, chestnut-colored hair, slightly above average height.

We got rid of our outer clothing and washed our hands in the bathroom. Zhenya suggested I make myself comfortable in the living room while he went to the kitchen.

The room had modern furniture, a large plasma TV on the wall, a stereo system nearby, a low glass coffee table by the sofa, and comfortable armchairs on either side.

Five minutes later, Zhenya appeared, holding a tray with an opened bottle of cognac, glasses, a saucer with sliced lemon, and two cups of coffee.

"Well, let's drink to our acquaintance," he suggested and poured cognac into the glasses. We drank, chasing it with lemon slices. Zhenya took out cigarettes and lit one. I don't really smoke, but sometimes with a glass of "tea" I like to blow some smoke and I lit one too.

Zhenya turned on the stereo, and soft, pleasant instrumental music flowed from the speakers. The conversation was about everything and nothing specific. Zhenya poured more and we drank.

"Max, maybe we should get undressed," he suggested. "I think it will be more comfortable for us that way." I didn't object. Actually, that's what I came here for.

We quickly shed our clothes and stood naked, appraisingly looking at each other. Zhenya's cock, in its currently calm state, was about 12 centimeters with a shaved pubis and scrotum. I only shave my scrotum, leaving a small triangle of short hair on my pubis. My shaft in an erect state was about 18 centimeters. By my estimate, Zhenya's was about the same.

Zhenya led me to the bathroom, and we took a shower together. After that, we returned to the table.

"How much time do you have?" Zhenya asked me.

"The whole night," I replied. "I live alone in a studio apartment."

I couldn't quite figure out what Zhenya's role in sex was. Sometimes I thought he was a bottom, but based on some gestures or words, he was clearly a top. As for me, I was versatile, but more inclined to the active role. After another shot of cognac, Zhenya suggested we engage in role-playing games. For example, he would be the master and I the slave, and vice versa. My head was pleasantly buzzing from the drinks, and I agreed.

Zhenya brought a whole box of various gadgets for this purpose. First of all, I didn't even notice how it happened, he put handcuffs on my wrists, with my hands behind my back.

"Don't be afraid of anything, Max," he reassured me. "Everything will be fine."

I wasn't afraid. But when your hands are locked in bracelets, you don't feel entirely confident. He put a leather collar with a chain around my neck. His next action was to lock my penis in a male chastity belt, so now when aroused, it couldn't take its usual upright stance.

On my chest, he placed suction cups that began to pull on my small nipples. I felt a slight arousal. Then he bent me over and inserted a decent-sized anal plug into my rectum.

"So, how do you feel?" he asked me.

"It's okay, but having my hands behind my back is uncomfortable," I replied.

"Okay." Then he freed one wrist, sat me in an armchair, made me throw one leg over the armrest, and attached the free bracelet to my ankle. "That's probably more comfortable for you."

Interesting situation.

He filled the shot glasses again, handed one to me, and we drank. He put a cigarette in my mouth and gave me a light.

When we were done smoking, he turned his back to me, bent over, spread his buttocks with his hands, and ordered me to lick his anus, inserting my tongue as deep as possible.

Actually, I had never done rimming before. People had licked my anus, but I never had. But here it became interesting, especially since I knew his ass was clean. And I started licking, trying to penetrate with my tongue as far as possible.

Zhenya, apparently, was getting great pleasure from this, as he was quite loudly expressing his emotions, moaning and groaning.

"Well, will you suck me off?" he asked, straightening up and turning to face me.

"Do you want to come?"

"I could come. I recover quickly," he replied.

With my free hand, I took his cock and put it in my mouth. Basically, I quickly brought him to orgasm, and Zhenya filled my mouth with his juice, which I had to swallow.

Zhenya sat down tiredly in the armchair, filled the shot glasses with cognac, and we drank again, chasing it with lemon. I asked Zhenya to free me so I could go to the toilet. Returning, I didn't find Zhenya in the living room, but the door leading to the bedroom was open.

"Max, come here," Zhenya's voice came from the bedroom.

He was lying on a huge bed under a canopy, from which a soft bluish light streamed. I lay down next to him and discovered a mirror hanging above, right under the ceiling. So, looking up, you could see everything happening on the bed. Original!

Zhenya removed the suction cups from me and began to caress and suck my nipples, which had enlarged and swelled up like a woman's.

Before, I hadn't paid much attention to my nipples and their stimulation, but now Zhenya's actions with them aroused me.

"Zhenya, the chastity belt is bothering me already," I said. "My cock wants to straighten out." He sighed with regret but freed my cock from the contraption, and, feeling the freedom, it gained firmness and its natural uprightness under such conditions. Precum was oozing from the slit.

"You have a nice cock, Max," Zhenya remarked.

"Yours isn't bad either," I replied. "Suck me a little," I asked him.

Zhenya leaned over my crotch and took my cock into his mouth. He sucked well, experience showed. I was inclined to release the pent-up juice inside me. And after about five minutes, when the approaching orgasm became irresistible, I put my hands on the back of Zhenya's head and poured my nectar down his throat.

Zhenya, having swallowed my seed, began kissing, sucking, and nibbling my nipples again, and from these actions, I felt pleasure. I thought I should buy such suction cups at a sex shop and wear them at home to enlarge my nipples. And that would be my thing.

Zhenya decided to pull the anal plug out of me. I lay on my stomach and raised my butt. The plug didn't want to come out; its wide part was stuck against the sphincter, and Zhenya had to make an effort to free me from it.

"What a magnificent hole," he said, admiring the opening. "What do you think, Max, about me giving you a fisting?" he asked.

"With a hand, you mean?" I asked.

"Of course, before your opening closes."

"Well, try," I permitted. I hadn't had that before, though I'd heard a lot about it.

Zhenya put on a rubber glove, generously lubricated it, and stuffed just as much lube into my anus.

"How are you?" asked Zhenya.

"Tolerable for now," I answered through gritted teeth, as I was running out of strength to endure. "Maybe that's enough, or you'll tear me."

The exit of his palm also caused me pain. But then, what a relief.

"I'll insert a dildo in you now," said Zhenya. It turned out he had moved the box of gadgets to the bedroom.

I didn't even feel the dildo entering me, and only somewhere deep inside did it start to press against something.

Zhenya continued his experiments on me. He found nipple clamps in the box. Only their ends were round with small spikes. When he put them on me, it wasn't very pleasant, as the spikes dug into the flesh.

"Bear with it," he advised. "Let's go, have a little drink."

We drank in the living room, but I had to stand because that damn dildo was sticking out of my ass. My cock didn't go down; I maintain an erection for a long time, which Zhenya envied.

I still had a handcuff on my wrist, and I extended my hand to Zhenya and he removed it.

"You know, Zhenya. Probably enough experiments," I said. "Let's fuck. And then me."

"Let's have a smoke and wait a bit for your anus to close, or else my cock will be rattling around like in a bucket."

We smoked and went to the bedroom. Here, I began to arouse him by all available means, and soon Zhenya's cock stood like a statue. He pulled the dildo out of me. I put a condom on him and applied lube. Assuming the doggy-style position, I awaited the invasion of my ass.

I started impaling myself on his pole, and with joint efforts, we brought Zhenya to orgasm. Sweat poured off him in streams, and he went to the bathroom. I wiped my ass with a tissue and waited for his return. A few minutes later, he called me to the living room, where he poured cognac into shot glasses and handed one to me. We drank and smoked.

"Take the clamps off me," I asked. "I can't feel my nipples anymore." Zhenya removed them, and I looked in the mirror: my nipples had swollen to incredible sizes.

"Don't worry. By morning, I think they'll return to normal."

"I'm not worried, Zhenya. On the contrary, I want to enlarge them; I only today felt the pleasure from your caresses."

"Then you need to use suction cups. They stretch the tissue, and over time they'll become bigger than they were. I'll give them to you."

Now I decided to take the initiative. Taking Zhenya by the hand, I led him to the bedroom and laid him on his back. Putting on a condom, I lifted his legs and aimed the head of my cock at his hole. Zhenya tried to spread his buttocks with his hands, and at that moment, I thrust my rod into him. He just gasped.

Despite being wound up, I fucked him for about fifteen minutes, sometimes stopping so as not to come too soon. Zhenya was playing with his own cock, and he managed to come on his chest. After which, I finished too. We took a shower and lay down, peaceful and tired.

I woke up earlier than Zhenya. He was lying on his right side, and his bare ass was facing me. My morning erection was, as always, excellent, and I decided to relax. I took a condom from the nightstand, rolled it onto my shaft, and lifted Zhenya's left buttock. Placing my cock against his dark little anus, I entered him in one go. Zhenya moaned in his sleep. But I couldn't be stopped now, and I fucked him with full force.

Unfortunately, morning sex is never long-lasting: a full bladder presses, and I came fairly soon. By that time, Zhenya had fully woken up, and we went to the bathroom together. Then we drank coffee and smoked again. Zhenya made it clear he wanted to unload in me. Right there in the kitchen, I sucked him off and brought his cock to a fighting state.

He went to the bedroom, brought a condom, and fucked me right on the kitchen table.

"Sorry, Max, but I don't have any more time—I have to go to my parents," said Zhenya, thus making it clear my visit was over.

We got dressed and, in the process, exchanged phone numbers.

"Let's call closer to Friday, and if you don't mind, we'll arrange a meeting, also with an overnight stay." I agreed.

Zhenya saw me to the entrance, and we said goodbye, thanking each other for the excellent time and the pleasure delivered. At parting, Zhenya kissed me on the lips. I didn't have time to respond before he disappeared into the entrance.

Well, what can you do: I have to return to the dorm, not losing hope for a new meeting.

P.S. Unfortunately, we were not destined to meet with Zhenya again, as two days later he died in a car accident, which was reported on the TV news, showing his photograph. May he rest in peace.

BERLI.