23 Minutes

23 Minute's.

Tuesday, 12pm... November Street.

Waiting for the same 23 minute's I wait for everyday, too catch the 12.23pm bus too work.

These 23 minutes each day I witness the same routined things, the small lady searching through her bag too find the crumpled old bus ticket which always end's up in the same back zip compartment, which is always the last place she looks.

The group of school children, hanging by the corner of the alley, hovering under the tiny shop roof, arguing over the ends of some cheap nasty fags.. Feeling 'cool' that it's through the day and there off their school premises.

The brown shaggy haired dog, yapping away for there owner's attention whilst tied twice around the grafitied lampost.

The constant traffic waiting at the red light. Today with their wiper's turned full. In conjunction with one another.

And then him.

Him being, the sexiest man I have ever seen. His talk, dark muscular physique.. those arm's that swing next too his suit jacket, gagging too swing further along too reach me.

Always a superking in his right hand, those finger's were made too be around my cock.

As he brushes on past me, I inhale the sweet smell, of a fresh shower, with a hint of aftershave.

Shit, I need too pee. As I look at my watch, it read 12.03. I still have 20 minutes. Can't decide if I will make it too the public toilet.. No chance, I need to go now.

I turn left towards the group of layabout kids. I knew it was a mistake buying

this £3.00 umbrella, the gentle wind throwing it about, my arms, fighting too try and keep it up.

I march straight past the chav's, I can hear comment's being muffled between themselves. I couldn't care less.

As I walk down the alley, secluded. a place I haven't been. I'm sure many are unaware it's even here. I find a spot.

I glance back, too make sure nobody's around, Balance my brolly against the wall a little bit further up. unzip my zipper. God it feels good too wee.

As my I stop peeing and put away my man region's. I hear my brolly picked up.

There's him.

He's there, in his suit. Black, with a purple tie. No words are said.

He throws My rain stick behind him. As he forces me up against the wet brick wall. He just stares at me. His eyes, the darkest brown I have ever seen. So big. Looking at me, in fact looking through me, I feel as though he can read all my thought's. I blush.

His breath hot against my face. He leans in, closer. Until eventually I feel those soft lips upon mine. He's kissing me for a moment, and it only takes a few seconds, till he's raping my lips. Strong & pressured, His tongue swirling around mine, He tastes of slight smoke, and mouthwash. My Penis is so hard, I feel like it will explode out of my trouser's.

As he's pressed up against me, I feel his bulge massage the very bottom of my stomach.

Our lips' sliding around each other, with the extra lube from the raindrops thrashing down on us.

His hand up my T-shirt, feeling every part of my chest. So cold, against the warmth of my skin.

He pushes me towards the floor, my back scratching against those red bricks. he releases his bulge.

There in front of me, is a nice sized, roughly 7inched dick. he pushes my mouth over it.. forcing me too take it all back.

I'm gagging as the vibration of my tonsil's massage his head.

I tease my tongue from the base too the top.. Letting my piercing add too the sensation. With just a few minutes, I feel him tense up.. still no sound. Other then the noise of him fucking my mouth. Hot cum shoots too the back of my throat, taste's so good, I don't think iv ever felt anyone cum so much. The sweet salty texture running down my throat. I'm hungry for more.

It's my turn too take control. I want this perfect dick inside me. I want too feel him stretching my fuckhole. And I want it now. With my hands still around his cock, perfectly lubed from the cum and rain. I turn around.

He puts both of my hand's on the cold, dripping wet railing's. It's like when you have warm hands and you put them under a cold tap. That fizzy sensation. With one tug my trousers and boxer's are down.

I once again feel his hot breath against the back of my neck. As my ass cheeks are being pulled apart.

He's teasing me. He knows I want him. He's making me wait. Bastard.

I slyly take one hand from the railing too place on my throbbing dick, obviously not sly enough he grabs it and puts it firmly back on the railing.

His tip probing my ring. I feel him at my opening.. and he's in me. Fuuck.

He's ramming me. Each time becoming closer too be completely inside me.

My hand's are gripping on so tight. My hole stretched. He's in me. All in me. Iv never know anything like it.

All 7 inches of him is nestest deep in me.

I can feel the rain drizzling down my back, my neck, my face each one leaving a gentle tickle.

As he's pounding my ass harder and harder... His balls slapping me with every thrust. God, I love that sound. I can feel him shaking. He's going too cum. a few more thrusts, a sharp pant of breath. mm mm.. he's filled me. I can feel the trickle of his thick cum dripping out of my hole, I can feel it so much, I can practically taste it... He pulls out of me with no hesitation. He comes closer too my ear. His juicy lips opening, he's going too talk... finally...

"Oiiii Mate, Are you getting on the bus today? I can't wait all day".

I look at my watch. 12.23pm.

I walk on, pay the driver.

"were you having a good thought there my son?"

I replied.. "You wouldn't believe what you can do in 23minutes"

As I sit on the left-hand side of the bus, I look out my window. Standing with a superking in his had. And a lady on his lip's.

Was him.