A while back I shared my real-life trip to Hampstead Heath’s gay causing area. It wasn’t an erotic high-point for me. My character, Toby, from my new full-length gay romance, Darkwater House, has a much better time…
Toby stumbled as he made his way down the sloping pathway to the heath extension. He knew the path led to a narrow dirt track between the trees and that if he turned left off that track, he would be in the cruising area. A taxi driver had pointed out the path to him a few years back, not long after he’d moved to London.
“That’s where all the queers go,” the driver had said, “just behind Jack Straw’s Castle. Avoid that bit of the heath, unless you want a nasty surprise.”
Jack Straw’s Castle was an imposing building set on the main road. Up until a few years ago it had been a pub—the one-time hang-out of Charles Dickens, no less. Now it was a block of luxury apartments.
Toby reached the mud track and the trees swallowed up the light from the streetlamps some two hundred yards behind him. Do I really want to do this? He felt suddenly anxious and pined for his living room and the comfy sofa. But he pushed any doubts aside and plunged into the woodland to his left. Up ahead, he could see shadowy figures milling around the trees and bushes, like ghosts doomed to wander for eternity. Toby pushed that thought from his head, too and tried to focus on the pleasure of getting or giving an anonymous blow job. He’d be home in no time, feeling relieved and relaxed. He’d finish the second bottle of red and fall into bed.
A dark figure approached him, feet crunching through the crisp leaves on the ground. As the stranger drew close, Toby saw that he was in his fifties at least, his face doughy and red. The darkness didn’t obscure people’s faces as much as Toby had imagined. The man reached out and cupped Toby’s balls.
“No,” barked Toby, and the man walked on without comment.
Others were approaching from all sides now, shadow men of all shapes and sizes, drawn to this new, young arrival. Toby began to panic, slipping between the nearest two and delving deeper into the woodland.
He paused by a tree, leaning his back against it, trying to be invisible for a while. He felt overwhelmed, even a little scared. There was so much sex on offer, but it felt too primitive somehow, the way the men had approached him from all sides. What next? Would they start sniffing his arse like dogs would?
When did you get so judgmental? he asked himself.
What was wrong with wanting sex and coming here to find it?
He pushed away from the tree and began walking again. Another man brushed past him, looking back at Toby over his shoulder and nodding. Toby could just about make out a clean-shaven face, high forehead and short, dark hair. From behind, the guy looked stocky, his arse wide, with sturdy thighs like those of a rugby player.
He followed the stranger into a clump of shrubbery. There was already a couple hidden there, one man on his knees while the other stood almost motionless, gentlygroaning. In the little thicket, it really was too dark to see what they looked like, and Toby was focusing on his stocky stranger.
The guy with rugby-player thighs grabbed Toby’s hand and pulled it toward his crotch. Toby gasped as he touched the man’s solid cock. This guy wasn’t wasting any time on small talk. But that was the general idea.
After a moment’s hesitation, Toby took a firm grip on the thick shaft and sank to his knees. He licked the stranger’s cockhead, tasting a hint of pre-cum, before wrapping his lips around it and slipping them over the swollen glans, then pulling back with a slurp. The man moaned appreciatively.
Toby was aware of the couple next to them. The guy on his knees was just inches from where Toby crouched, and the one being serviced stood very close to the stranger whose cock Toby was sucking. As Toby continued to feed hungrily, his attention kept wandering to the other standing figure. He was hidden by darkness, but Toby could tell from his shadowy outline that he was tall and lean, and the guttural groans he was releasing as his orgasm grew closer were turning Toby on more than those of the man he was currently engaged with.
He wondered if the pair would embrace a foursome, offering him the chance to taste the other stranger’s cock. But as the thought occurred to him, the object of his desire let out a long, low moan, and something warm and wet hit Toby’s face. He might not have gotten to give the other stranger a blow job, but apparently he had taken the brunt of his cum explosion. As Toby relished the sensation of the treacle-like liquid running down his cheek, the knob he was slurping on also exploded and more creamy cum filled his mouth. He swallowed, caught up in the sordidness of the situation—one man’s cum covering his face, another’s slipping down his throat.
His stocky lover was already zipping himself up and backing away.
“Cheers, mate,” the man said, heading off into the night.
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