It was a night I needed, a night I had craved for a long time, anonymous and debauched. Filled with hot sweaty sex, nothing more, nothing less.
The night was hot and muggy, sticky but in a good way, the kind that makes you think of sweat soaked bodies moving to the rhythm of sex and god was I horny. I was sitting at my laptop idly looking at porn, slowly touching myself when I decided to go looking, hunting you might say. But hunting for something particular. I wanted to meet someone or someones, to walk in to a dark room, be stripped and taken and to give. So I cruised the chat rooms and the sites, I had no great expectations of finding exactly what I needed but I hoped I'd find something.
After the usual rounds of "what are you looking for?", "where are you?" and the "got a pic?" I was near giving up. Still horny, still frustrated I was near giving up when a mail came through. It simply said I know what you are looking for, it's waiting for you. The address was close, close enough that I could walk. It wasn't yet late, just gone midnight and the dark night seemed hotter and stickier when I shut my door . The walk wouldn't take long, maybe half an hour if I took my time and even then I knew a thin sheen of slick sweat would cover me under my nylon shorts and t-shirt. Sure the night was hot but the anticipation was hotter knowing I would push open a door to a dark room filled with people looking for and doing what I longed for.
I was nearing the place when I took my first (small this time) sniff of poppers from the bottle on a chain on my neck. The mail had said to wear as little as possible and I did. I almost turned back when I saw the door, I almost waited just to see if anyone else was going in, to make sure I wasn't the only one, to make sure I wasn't imagining the mail. I took a deep breath and shrugged off my fears, my concerns, in truth it wasn't that hard to do, the need for this release was nearly overwhelming.
The front of my white shorts were spotted with drops of pre-cum from my cock hardening and softening while I walked. My cock and balls bulged from the tight leather cockring and the sensuous feel of the light nylon on my shaven skin and the ache I felt for release. I took a deep sniff from the bottle.
The mail had said the door will be open, just push it and close it behind you, it will be dark, it will be safe and there will be many people there looking for release too. The only rule is you can't say no. I only planned on saying yes. So I pushed the door. It was dark and quiet, though I could tell here were people there, a lot of people. There was a distinct smell of men's sweat and sex. All my worries evaporated as I breathed the smell in deep and my cock started to harden.
