SPANISH SLAPPER
By Maxwell B.
The night seemed pretty miserable seeing it was the middle of January and the skies hadn’t stopped dropping sheets of rain for most of the day. When Mike left his works party about eleven pm and the neon splashed streets of Soho were pretty empty. It was a Monday evening anyway and the foul weather had kept most people off the streets. Anyhow. The doo had been quite eventful. A media company Mike used to work for had invited him along to celebrate a merger with another company and the booze had all been on the house.
An old pall had even given him a line of Coke down in the toilets and now the rain and wind seemed quite refreshing to his buzzing head. Mike pulled up the hood of his cardigan and pulled his jacket as tight into him as he could as he walked as briskly as he could up Tottenham Court Road. At the same time, he caught up parallel with a guy heading in the same direction and nearly stumbled over his heels.
Neither of them had been looking where they were going, both had huddled themselves inward under hoods and caps from the elements and had been starting down at the wet pavement. Mike apologised and made comment on the rain and a brief conversation started as the splashed up the street in the same direction.
The guy beside him was called. Renaldo and as the conversation progressed, Mike learnt he was from Spain, had been living in England for two years, and had just been out dinking with a few friends in a bar, a well known gay bar.
The conversation rolled on easily, even though Renaldo’s English wasn’t too good. Mike made up a lot of the chatter, mainly because he was still buzzing from the Coke. A quick pick up was the last thing on Mike’s mind, he had a boyfriend at home and anyway and had to up at the crack of dawn for work.
It turned out Renaldo lived in Old Street and Mike was driving right through it to get to his flat in East London. He wasn’t parked too far away and poor Renaldo would have been waiting ages for a bus in the rain this time of night.
The friendly Spaniard gladly took up the offer. Mike started up the car and put the heating on full as the two sodden men got into the Escort and dripped all over the upholstery. Mike pulled down his hood and Renaldo took off his cap and they saw each other for the first time. In the dark and rain, Mike had never realised the stranger was so handsome. He had very rugged Mediterranean looks and the juiciest pair of lips he’d ever seen. Renaldo went over Mike’s youthful, unshaven appearance and liked what he saw too.
The conversation was kept formal in the car until Mike Pulled up outside Renaldo’s block. Mike was quite content to drive on, not wanting to expect anything else but his heart started to pound when Renaldo asked him in so he could thank him for driving him home. Mike toyed with his continence; he was supposed to be faithful. But the devil’s voice in his head got the better of him, How could he turn this stunning bloke down and who would ever find out anyway?. He made his mind up, parked the car and followed Renaldo into the apartment block.
The flat was huge and spacious. Renaldo was obviously very wealthy, or his boyfriend was. Mike saw the photo of the both on the mantelpiece and Renaldo revealed that his long-term partner was abroad on business. That suited Mike fine, no strings, no questions.
Renaldo got them both a soft drink out the wardrobe sized Fridge freezer and they settled down on the couch, a little nervously. Renaldo made the first move and pulled Mike closer. It felt like his whole face was devoured by Renaldo’s plump, wet lips. They both instantly opened up to each other and explored the deepest parts of each others mouths and covered the features of each others faces with warm saliva.
It was all so sudden, so passionate, so forbidden that the excitement gave Mike a second rush of his Coke. With no hesitation they both stripped off what wet clothes they had left and wrapped themselves around each other in a flurry of flesh, wandering hands and wet mouths. Squirming around on the couch they soon manoeuvred themselves into a comfortable position where they could swallow each others cocks.
Mike’s eyes widened with delight when he saw Renaldo’s excited cock, a large piercing through the end, smooth shaved balls bouncing around at the other. He took the mettle clad bell end in his mouth and let flesh and steel squirm and clatter around every corner of his mouth. As he guzzled on Renaldo’s meat he felt a firm grasp around his own pride and a wet warmth devour its length. Renaldo’s legs flailed open revealing more pierceings between his legs, in the ripple of skin between his balls and arse hole. Mike, moved himself around and teased the mettle hoops with his tongue before tugging on them with his teeth.
After pleasing Renaldo for some time, Mike moved around even further to face his perfectly formed ring piece. He admired the swirl of skin for just a moment before devouring the whole area with his drooling mouth. Renaldo was calling out with pleasure and squeezed Mike’s cock even harder and worked more furiously with his lips.
By Renaldo’s arse, Mike was burying his face into warm flesh and saliva, his tongue exploring deep into the warm darkness. After a while, they both came up for air and to taste each others mouths. Renaldo then moved himself into a position with made it obvious he wanted Mike’s cock inside him. He straddled Mike’s waist, pinning him to the couch and leaned forward to pin his arms down tightly too. Slowly be began gyrating his arse over the hard lump laying on Mikes stomach. Renaldo had left so much spit around Mike’s cock, and Mike had left so much slobber around Renaldo’s arse that there would be no need for any lube.
The randy Spaniard squeezed the body beneath him even tighter and thrusted his hips backwards and forwards so his arse slid up and down the expectant dick beneath him with a squelch. A small amount of manoeuvring and Mike’s dick went in, slowly at first then hard and deliberately, right to the base. Renaldo wasted no time and started whacking his arse up and down, filling his arse with pleasure with each thrust.
Mike held onto the legs clamped around him and lapped up the feeling being rode like some kind of stud. Renaldo started to go wild, eyes rolling around in their sockets, deep moans of satisfaction growing into cries of pain. Mike felt something wet smack on his face. He opened his eyes to see Renaldo swilling his mouth and spitting out viciously. The spit landed on his lips. Mike was caught a little by surprise but felt even hornier at the sudden change in mood. He opened his mouth and let Renaldo’s fluid slide down into his mouth. At the same time, he felt the grip on his arms tighten; he was pretty much Renaldo’s prisoner.
The hot arse kept sliding up and down Mike’s cock and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. More and more gob full of spit rained down on his face and chest, the air was becoming hot, the atmosphere charge. As Mike cried aloud heralding his orgasm, Renaldo released his grasp on Mike’s arms and without warning slapped him across the wet face with a painful bang. Mike gasped with surprise and pleasure and hot cum rumbled from out of his bollocks.
Another wet slap went across the other side of his face and Renaldo’s arse began filling with hot white liquid. Another painful belt and Mike shuddered as his climax crackled through his body. The slapping ceased and the internal earthquake subsided. Mike looked up to Renaldo who was looking pleased and satisfied. He lifted himself from Mike’s flagging dick and shoved a handful of his own fingers up with arse to let Mikes spank run out. Renaldo put his hand up to his mouth and sucked on his sticky fingers. The cheeky, filthy Spaniard was not finished yet.
With main course, dessert and spunky fingers to finish – Mike left with the experience firmly imprinted on his mind. As he headed back towards the car in the rain – the gloomy, thunderous city didn’t seem so bleak at all. With the time pushing midnight, he headed home, safe in the knowledge his boyfriend would be deep in the land of nod, leaving him able to slip in the shower and wash the experience from his body – but never from his memory.
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