I didn’t expect to ever get back to Prague. And yet, there I was, walking that familiar street. My hard-soled shoes made a wonderful “clomp” against the cobblestone road, and I realized I looked very different than I had the last time I was here. I’m a corporate man now, and the suit gives that away as easily as if I were wearing a neon sign. The funny thing is, seeing a suit in this part of town is not a new thing. It doesn’t matter if you are rich or poor, young or old, everyone wants to be a little dirty now and then.

I passed many apartment entrances with young men and ladies cooing at me in Czech to come give them a visit. Maybe I would come back to them, but I was looking for someone specific, hoping to get lucky. Near the end of the block I found her, chatting on some steps with another girl and seemingly unchanged. She wore torn jeans and a tank top. She was still a petite thing, and she maintained her style with purple and brown hair and now double the visible piercings. I was hard before she even saw me.

I smiled at her, as if we were old friends who didn’t need an introduction. She smiled back, but I could tell she didn’t recognize me. I was just another guy, another fuck, another Euro. I didn’t care.

“One-hundred?”

“Absolutely.” she said, pleased as she took my money.

“Ok, I’m ready.”

“Follow me.”

“No, I’m ready right now.” I emphasized. I rubbed my hard cock through my wool pants to show her what I meant.

She looked around. She was daring, but not stupid. She didn’t want to go to jail for fucking me on her front steps. Finally, she grabbed my hand and pulled me around the corner and down a shoulder-wide alleyway. We reached the back of her building, which backed up to the rear of many other buildings. I spun her around and kissed her.

“I’ll try to last a bit longer than last time. I think I nearly drowned you with my surprise explosion in your apartment.”

Her face lit up in a smile as she said “Ahhhh, yes, I remember this.” Her nose stud was amethyst, matching her hair. Such a beautiful smile.

I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out of my fly. She instantly kneeled on the concrete to suck it. I let her for a couple of seconds then pulled her up to me and unbuttoned her jeans. I pulled her pants down enough to slip my cock in between her soft, warm folds. I held her there in what would appear to be a hug for a minute, looking around for people who might be watching. A man was smoking on his back porch a few houses down. In the other direction, an older woman set her trash outside her door.

I reached around to feel her ass, wanting to answer the question that had been burning in my mind. Did she still wear the metal butt plug contraption? No, she did not. But she did have a very thin plug in, and I pulled it out and tossed it on the back porch steps. I turned her around and unbuttoned my pants. I wanted to feel her softness against my body. I forced myself inside her pussy from behind with a determined thrust. She grabbed a hold of an iron bar attached to the building and bent over as far as she could.  Her ass was perfectly small and round. It was flawless, and my long cock looked beautiful sliding in and out of her. She moaned as I made my strokes slow and steady.

I pulled out and slipped it in her ass, not asking for permission. She liked this even more and made the noises to prove it. I was certain we could be heard by people next door. I didn’t care. I fucked her ass faster and faster over the next several minutes until the whole situation overwhelmed me, and I came deep inside her. My sounds were of pure pleasure, matching hers. I held that position, feeling her ass against me. She was warm, and soft, and now full of my come, and I could not recall being happier.

I kissed the back of her neck and held her for a few seconds more, before pulling out and buttoning up. She did the same.

“You are the most amazing thing I have ever experienced.” I said, and meant it.

She just smiled, leaned forward, and kissed me on the cheek. Perfection.

I turned and walked back down the narrow alleyway. I looked back before I walked out of sight, and caught her still standing in the back, staring off in a moment of reflection. I could not erase the huge smile from my face. I didn’t try to hide it.

With a kick in my step, I clomped back down the cobblestone road, back to my hotel conference, and back to my corporate life.

This is one of the first things I posted that had a hint of eroticism or even a hint of gay sexuality.  It’s from The Elevator Blog.  I thought I’d re-post it here so I don’t lose it.

***

I didn’t know it at the time, but it’s not an accident that Jim got on the elevator with me on my way to work today. He had a plan all along.

22nd floor.

“I like the way you smell in the morning.”

I had to smile. It was just too outrageous for 6:54am. Two men, standing side-by-side in an elevator, dressed for the office. And these are the first words I hear today. I slowly turned to him, revealing the incredulous look that had formed on my face. I might not have been awake 30 seconds ago, but my morning glaze had vanished.

“What’s that?” I stifled a small laugh.

“Yes. Your smell makes my brain tingle, and my senses perk up. It’s very pleasing.” His words are masculine and matter-of-fact. He might have been quoting me the stock price of Microsoft with that tone of voice.

“Well thanks… Jim, isn’t it?” I know his name, but say it in a way that reminds all involved that we barely know each other.

16th floor. Just two men in an elevator.

“I’ve caught your glances, Brody. It’s okay to be open with me. I’m not going to tell your wife that you’re attracted to men.”

My heart pounds loudly in my chest now, “Is that right?” I say, and my voice breaks. My intrigue has shut off that part of my vocabulary containing the appropriate responses of “no”, “I’m not gay”, and “you’re fucking crazy”. I didn’t know he had noticed me watching him, and the feeling of being caught doing something naughty has seized my chest.

10th floor. Still alone.

“Tell ya what. Here’s a taste of what you’ve been wondering about. If you don’t like it, at least you’ll know.”

He leaned over and kissed me square on the lips. I didn’t dodge him, but I did lean back a bit. I was too surprised to close my eyes so the image is still fresh in my mind. It only lasted a few seconds, but a wave of heat and adrenaline rushed through me.

2nd floor. Thankfully, still alone.

He smiled. “Have a good day. Hope we can meet like this again.”

I just stared at him, not knowing what to say. The elevator door opened and he stepped out, his tan trenchcoat following him quickly around the corner. The door closed. I realized I needed to get out as well, and pressed the button for “L” again. With a “ding” and a clatter, the door re-opened and I found my way out and on to work.

As I sit here now thinking about it, I’m pissed for being on the receiving end of an aggressive move like that.

I’m also excited about the prospect of more elevator rides with Jim.

No, it’s not couth. You might even say it’s disrespectful. But you didn’t know Frank. He would have loved that I got laid at his funeral.

I had slipped through an open door into the large storage room to take a break from the grief. Being family, I arrived early and had been there a couple of hours. I was already emotionally drained. I slid down the wall and sat next to a rack of random supplies.

When I heard the door close, she was standing there, looking at me. She had long, dark hair, a small frame, and couldn’t have been more than 20. Probably not that. Her look was one of mischief, and that instantly connected the dots for me. I was followed in here on purpose, and I was very OK with that. I needed a break from death.

What does one say in that situation that would NOT fuck it up? You say nothing. And so that’s what we did. She slid down the wall next to me, resting her body next to mine. I looked down at my lap. She kissed me, and I took her face in one of my large hands. It was a sweet, warm kiss at first. An ice-breaker. A tension-melter. We began exploring, and quickly, she was sitting on me. In seconds, she stood and took off her shoes and hose, throwing them aside. By the time she sat back down, I had my pants open, cock pointed skyward. She sat on me, and we both reveled in the closeness, the warmth, the passion. This was so much better.

We fucked fast, with aggression and urgency. Not to finish or get out of there, but to feel good. We kissed, we rubbed. I smelled her hair, I tasted her skin.

In only a few minutes, I lifted her off me with ease and came. She surprised the hell out of me by reaching down and sucking the rest from my cock.

“Didn’t want you to make a mess” she said through a smile, as she licked her lips and kissed me.

I just smiled back. We gathered our things and she left the room. I left about 5 minutes later, in a very different mood than when I had entered.

We saw each other mingling later, but did not speak. Curiosity got the best of me and I asked my uncle who she was.

“That’s Trisha. She’s your cousin Jenny’s daughter. Second-cousin to you.”

“Oh, ok. I didn’t recognize her.”

“Probably not, she’s grown up since you last saw her.”

“Yes, yes she has.”

She is a crude, naive baby-butch-gurl; shiny as a new penny, eager as a unweanable puppy. Her mere existence conjures up ungainly poems, and for a moment today, i am all wolf, in this old sheep suit. Funny, the small things that happen, quite by accident, to bring one back to life.

Dearest Demetria,

I find that my fantasies vary greatly with the person, with the situation.  However, I will supply a request based off of some recent fantasies of mine.  Here are your two, and only two options.

Dominate or be dominated.

Brody Darling,

It’s a shame, really. We’ve lost entire months. Down there on the side bar, you can see for yourself, how February and April went entirely unrecorded. If I hadn’t had a single lick of lust or filthy fantasy, it would be one thing. But I did. And do. Not but an hour ago, an old friend called to invite me to join her on a long-overdue visit to her fervishly fantasized about but never improperly propositioned ex-husband. After her call, I spent a full fifteen minutes collecting those old fantasies from the dusty corners of my mind, and delighting in the possibility of lingering over them anew. It’s a shame really, that we’ve not spilled out our collective secrets for public consumption in so long. What is it, m’boy that you’d like to hear first?

I had lunch a couple of hours ago and I could really go for something sweet right now.

Your pussy would be perfect.

My face is finished, my body’s gone.
And I can’t help but think standin’ up here
in all this applause and gazin’ down
at all the young and the beautiful.
With their questioning eyes.
That I must above all things love myself.

- Nick Cave / Grinderman  “No Pussy Blues”

Show up promptly at 10:00pm.  I want you to do dirty things to me, and I don’t want you to be nice about it.  My cock will be have your undivided attention.

The room will be red.  It will smell of vanilla.  Muse will be our soundtrack. 

This is not a discussion.

My relationship with my muse is a delicate one at the best of times and I feel that it is my duty to protect her from influences that may offend her fragile nature. She comes to me with the gift of song and in return I treat her with the respect I feel she deserves – Nick Cave (1996)