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Adult ++
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Dark & Dirty
Title: Dark & Dirty
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much
Fandom: RPS - Bon Jovi
Categories: Jon Bon Jovi/Richie Sambora/David Bryan, Voyeurism, PWP, AU
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others, please let me know so I can come and preen.
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write.
Disclaimer: Jon Bon Jovi, Richie Sambora and David Bryan are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no y isy is being made out of it.
Summary: 'They played their solitary games of seduction'
It was stely ely dark, strangely quiet. The atmosphere was electric. All that could be seen were dim, unformed shadows. Slight movement. Whispers. Cloth against cloth. The descent of a zip. Loud sucking. And the unmistakeable sound of a cock plunging, then withdrawing. Jon stepped in and stood stock still in the centre of the small building. He'd give his eyes time to adjust to the gloom. Give his ears time to seek out the action. Wait.
At the row of urinals along one wall, a chorus of sex-hungry guys were coupling or wanking alone. Jon could just about see what was going on. It was difficult, however, for him to make out faces, shapes. He didn't want to make a mistake. He didn't want to find himself outside in the glare of the streetlights with an unattractive guy when he felt sure that there were beauties for the taking here tonight. So, he bided his time. He waited.
Eventually, of course, the shape of the hungry bodies began taking recognisable shapes. An overweight guy in full leather. A stringy beanpole of a guy with an American baseball jacket. And two guys who caught Jon's interest and sent the blood rushing to his cock. They were up one end in the farthest of the urinals from the door. They played their solitary game of seduction. Keeping an eye out for danger, they stared at each other's cocks. Both were milking them vigorously - Jon could make out the movements, though a good view of the two organs eluded him as yet. He moved over behind them.
Yes, he'd been right. Here were a couple of guys who could fuck him whenever they wanted. One was tall, with curly blond hair. He wore a green army jacket and faded Levis, which were now half way down his muscular legs. The other was dark haired, a slim, yet hard body showed clearly through his body hugging T-shirt. His denim shorts were pulled down, leaving his ass completely exposed. Jon focused on that crack as the dark-haired guy bent over to take the blond-haired guy's cock in his mouth. Jon only caught a flash of the guy's member - thick and straight with a large glistening knob. The mouth closed over the cock and the suckee put his hands to the sucker's head and pulled it forcefully towards him. The cock disappeared down the thin guy's throat.
Jon was working his cock into a frenzy through his faded jeans. At this sight he tugged down his zipper and flattened a hand onto his full, jerking cock. He eased his jeans down over his butt, his cock bouncing out into the midnight air. He spat on his hand and took hold of his cock. Three pumps and it was up, ready and waiting. He milked it a while, savouring the sight of these two dogs on heat, these hunters in the sexual jungle.
But his cock cried out to be lost up that ass. That ass that was uplifted towards him, ready for penetration. The guy was still mouth-stuffed with cock. He still rocked to a steady climax-inducing motion. He still fed more of the other guy's cock into his mouth. Jon moved closer. His upright cock brushed against the cheek of the sucker's ass. The dark haired guy tensed but he did not move away, did not break the rhythm of his sucking. He gave Jon a clear assent.
Jon spat on his hand again. He worked the spit over his long shaft. Then he moved forward again. Further. Until he felt the closing-in of the guy's buttocks. Jon moved his cock up and down the crack of the guy's ass. Searching out the hole. Readying himself for his plunge. As his aching cock touched the dark haired guy's opening, the other guy tensed again and Jon felt slight pressure on his cock.
The guy had moved backwards, perhaps only a centimetre or two, onto Jon's erection. He needed no more encouragement. He grasped his cock firmly with one hand. The other he placed on the dark haired guy's buttocks. Steadying himself, his cock sought out the hole. A wonderful rush of sexual headiness hit him as the ass opened in readiness for the plunge of his cock.
In one deep thrust, Jon forced his cock deep within the dark-haired guy, who did not break rhythm in his ministrations of the blond guy. He sucked harder and deeper, as Jon started his countdown to sexual oblivion. Thrust, thrust... Jon's cock buried itself ever deeper into the guy. He moaned. The ass was tight, well muscled. The dark-haired guy was sucking the blond haired guy's cock with ever more intensity. The blond was obviously close to coming, the way he moaned and shook uncontrollably. Jon was close, too.
His urgent thrusts buckled the body beneath him. His head swam in an ocean of heightened awareness. But he was not so lost in this maelstrom to ignore all thoughts of the guy whose ass his cock had found refuge in. He reached a hand around the dark haired guy's body and sought out his cock. It was ramrod stiff. Jon curled his fingers around it, spreading pre-come all over the sensitive skin.
Jon slid his hand up and down, up and down until he heard the familiar grunt of nearing orgasm. Then he went wild. He plunged his cock deeper, harder, faster into the guy's ass. The blond guy shivered and let out a deep low wheeze, his knees buckling as he pumped his come into the dark haired guy's mouth.
The dark haired guy came immediately, spraying his come over the blond guy's jeans and sneakers. And Jon came right behind them. The dark haired guy, still convulsively swallowing come, trembled, shaking with spent lust. Jon withdrew his cock from the ass as the blond guy withdrew his from the mouth and gave him a hand up.
Jon looked at both men. "Thanks," he said, and was gone.
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much
Fandom: RPS - Bon Jovi
Categories: Jon Bon Jovi/Richie Sambora/David Bryan, Voyeurism, PWP, AU
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others, please let me know so I can come and preen.
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write.
Disclaimer: Jon Bon Jovi, Richie Sambora and David Bryan are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no y isy is being made out of it.
Summary: 'They played their solitary games of seduction'
It was stely ely dark, strangely quiet. The atmosphere was electric. All that could be seen were dim, unformed shadows. Slight movement. Whispers. Cloth against cloth. The descent of a zip. Loud sucking. And the unmistakeable sound of a cock plunging, then withdrawing. Jon stepped in and stood stock still in the centre of the small building. He'd give his eyes time to adjust to the gloom. Give his ears time to seek out the action. Wait.
At the row of urinals along one wall, a chorus of sex-hungry guys were coupling or wanking alone. Jon could just about see what was going on. It was difficult, however, for him to make out faces, shapes. He didn't want to make a mistake. He didn't want to find himself outside in the glare of the streetlights with an unattractive guy when he felt sure that there were beauties for the taking here tonight. So, he bided his time. He waited.
Eventually, of course, the shape of the hungry bodies began taking recognisable shapes. An overweight guy in full leather. A stringy beanpole of a guy with an American baseball jacket. And two guys who caught Jon's interest and sent the blood rushing to his cock. They were up one end in the farthest of the urinals from the door. They played their solitary game of seduction. Keeping an eye out for danger, they stared at each other's cocks. Both were milking them vigorously - Jon could make out the movements, though a good view of the two organs eluded him as yet. He moved over behind them.
Yes, he'd been right. Here were a couple of guys who could fuck him whenever they wanted. One was tall, with curly blond hair. He wore a green army jacket and faded Levis, which were now half way down his muscular legs. The other was dark haired, a slim, yet hard body showed clearly through his body hugging T-shirt. His denim shorts were pulled down, leaving his ass completely exposed. Jon focused on that crack as the dark-haired guy bent over to take the blond-haired guy's cock in his mouth. Jon only caught a flash of the guy's member - thick and straight with a large glistening knob. The mouth closed over the cock and the suckee put his hands to the sucker's head and pulled it forcefully towards him. The cock disappeared down the thin guy's throat.
Jon was working his cock into a frenzy through his faded jeans. At this sight he tugged down his zipper and flattened a hand onto his full, jerking cock. He eased his jeans down over his butt, his cock bouncing out into the midnight air. He spat on his hand and took hold of his cock. Three pumps and it was up, ready and waiting. He milked it a while, savouring the sight of these two dogs on heat, these hunters in the sexual jungle.
But his cock cried out to be lost up that ass. That ass that was uplifted towards him, ready for penetration. The guy was still mouth-stuffed with cock. He still rocked to a steady climax-inducing motion. He still fed more of the other guy's cock into his mouth. Jon moved closer. His upright cock brushed against the cheek of the sucker's ass. The dark haired guy tensed but he did not move away, did not break the rhythm of his sucking. He gave Jon a clear assent.
Jon spat on his hand again. He worked the spit over his long shaft. Then he moved forward again. Further. Until he felt the closing-in of the guy's buttocks. Jon moved his cock up and down the crack of the guy's ass. Searching out the hole. Readying himself for his plunge. As his aching cock touched the dark haired guy's opening, the other guy tensed again and Jon felt slight pressure on his cock.
The guy had moved backwards, perhaps only a centimetre or two, onto Jon's erection. He needed no more encouragement. He grasped his cock firmly with one hand. The other he placed on the dark haired guy's buttocks. Steadying himself, his cock sought out the hole. A wonderful rush of sexual headiness hit him as the ass opened in readiness for the plunge of his cock.
In one deep thrust, Jon forced his cock deep within the dark-haired guy, who did not break rhythm in his ministrations of the blond guy. He sucked harder and deeper, as Jon started his countdown to sexual oblivion. Thrust, thrust... Jon's cock buried itself ever deeper into the guy. He moaned. The ass was tight, well muscled. The dark-haired guy was sucking the blond haired guy's cock with ever more intensity. The blond was obviously close to coming, the way he moaned and shook uncontrollably. Jon was close, too.
His urgent thrusts buckled the body beneath him. His head swam in an ocean of heightened awareness. But he was not so lost in this maelstrom to ignore all thoughts of the guy whose ass his cock had found refuge in. He reached a hand around the dark haired guy's body and sought out his cock. It was ramrod stiff. Jon curled his fingers around it, spreading pre-come all over the sensitive skin.
Jon slid his hand up and down, up and down until he heard the familiar grunt of nearing orgasm. Then he went wild. He plunged his cock deeper, harder, faster into the guy's ass. The blond guy shivered and let out a deep low wheeze, his knees buckling as he pumped his come into the dark haired guy's mouth.
The dark haired guy came immediately, spraying his come over the blond guy's jeans and sneakers. And Jon came right behind them. The dark haired guy, still convulsively swallowing come, trembled, shaking with spent lust. Jon withdrew his cock from the ass as the blond guy withdrew his from the mouth and gave him a hand up.
Jon looked at both men. "Thanks," he said, and was gone.