A Sexy Encounter Over Hampstead Heath

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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 work in progress, Darkwater House, has a much better time…

A Snippet from Darkwater House

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 of that track he would be in the cruising area. A taxi driver had pointed the path out 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 Straws 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 street lamps some two hundred yards behind him. Did he 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 blowjob. He’d be home in no time, feeling relieved and relaxed. He’d finish the second bottle of red and fall into bed.

            A shadowy 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, face doughy and red. 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.

            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, sturdy thighs like those of a rugby player. 

            Why not?

            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, gently groaning. It 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 towards 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 sunk to his knees.         He licked the stranger’s cock head, tasting a hint of precum, 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 hungrily feed, 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 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 may 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.

If you enjoy reading sexy stuff, please check out my male/male erotic romance novellas The Black Mask and Hard Lessons. They are available direct from the publisher’s website or from Amazon UK and Amazon USA, and other online sellers.

Published by Samuel King

Samuel King is London born and bred, and spent his twenties and thirties hanging out on the London gay scene, mixing with some true characters and even finding romance on a few occasions. Now more likely to be found eating in a nice restaurant on a Saturday night than clubbing, he also enjoys reading across many genres, and watching films—especially old horror films and romantic comedies. His erotic male/male tales are available direct from the Pride Publishing website and most online retailers.

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