In and Out of Focus

It was about ten past seven when I picked Darren up from the curb outside the Nags Head. It had taken me a while to convince Melissa that I needed to pop out for additional fastenings for the shelves I was attempting to construct for Beth's bedroom and even longer to find a cashpoint from which to withdraw a couple of hundred pounds (a precaution in case Darren were to offer additional services requiring extra payment).

Paying an eighteen or nineteen year old lad for sex would never have occurred to me as an appealing proposition, but now that I was doing it, I found myself quite turned on by the salaciousness of it. My cock was throbbing inside my jeans as I drove from our house to Farnley; I'd resisted the urge to lock myself in the bathroom at home to relive what had happened in Focus using the sound of sink filling with water to conceal what I was doing.

Darren was dressed in a blue checked shirt, a pair of tight-fitting black jeans and faded lace-up boots. His hair was gelled back and he looked like he'd just showered. He looked magnificent and I could hardly believe I was about to have him.

He climbed into the car and said, "Y'alright?"

I smiled and told him he looked stunning.

He didn't seem terribly interested in the compliment. He just said, "I thought I better take a shower. Hey, have you brought condoms? I brought a couple but I'd rather save them if you've got your own..."

I nodded. "I've a few in my wallet."

He asked, mistrustingly, "With the hundred quid?"

I turned to him and nodded and then we pulled away from the pub.

He asked my name, which I told him, and then he asked who the woman and child I'd met in Focus had been.

I said, "The woman is my wife and the little girl is my daughter."

"You're married?"

I nodded. "Yeah..."

"So why do you this?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. I just like the sensation of being with another guy from time to time..."

He considered what I'd said and then went on, "But... I just don't get it. If you've got a wife as hot as yours... and I mean, she looked pretty nice..."

I smiled and said, "Yeah..."

"Well, if you can have sex with her when you want to and make it nice and romantic and stuff..."

I nodded. "Yeah..."

"Well, why the hell would you want to stick your nob up some guy's arse?"

I laughed. "I dunno. I just like the feel of it."

We were just driving onto the motorway when he asked, "So you do like taking a guy's cock up your own arse too?"

I shrugged. "It depends. If I'm in the right mood. Why do you ask – do you want to do that to me?"

He snorted, "I'm not bothered either way, to be honest. If you want me to, we can negotiate a price..."

I chuckled. "We'll see how I feel, Darren..."

We talked for a while about what he was going to spend the money on, which seemed to be mainly sports clothing, rent money for his mother and a round of drinks for his mates.

I said, "Would they have any idea about what you had to do to get the money?"

"I dunno... a few of us used to hang around the station in town and charge blokes to wank them off to buy DVDs and stuff, but they probably wouldn't guess that I've let myself get fucked..."

"You've done it before, then?"

He nodded. "A few times. Not like this. Just spur of the moment... you know..."

"In the shop?"

He chuckled. "No. I can't say anyone's ever come onto me in the shop before... I still can't believe that you did, actually..."

I smiled. "I thought you were cruising me."

He laughed. "What? No way! I just needed a piss and those were the nearest loos..."

"I didn't see much pissing going on..."

He chuckled again. "You were freaking me out, looking over at me."

I smiled and we drove for a while in silence.

When we'd come off the motorway and were heading for a quiet sheltered layby that I knew of, Darren asked, "I just want to make it clear, Sebastian... this is just a suck and a fuck, okay?"

I asked him what he meant.

He went on, "It's just... well... I'm not into anything weird. You can't tie me up or piss on me or anything."

"I'm not into anything like that. I just want to suck your cock, then play with your arse for a bit, and then fuck you."

He queried, "Play with my arse? How do you mean?"

"I dunno... just lick it and finger it... maybe stick my tongue up it, if you're comfortable with that..."

He laughed. "You're not serious...? You want to stick your tongue up my bum?"

"If you'd be happy with that. If not, I'll just kiss it..."

"But isn't that... like... totally disgusting?"

I smiled, as we pulled onto the secluded side road that was, as I'd hoped, deserted. "No, it's not. I find it quite deeply erotic, actually."

"Do you do it to your wife?"

I looked at him, a little surprised by the question. "No, as it happens. I've never really felt the urge to. It's something I just enjoy doing with men..."

He chortled and said, "Weird..."

I shrugged. "Yes. I suppose it is."

I pulled in, stopped the car, and said, "Okay then, Mr Perkins. Fancy a walk in the woods?"

He glanced around at the small patch of forest alongside the layby and the footpath leading into it. "Is it safe?"

"As safe as anywhere else I've found."

We got out of the car and he asked, "Do you do this a lot, then?"

"Occasionally. I don't usually pay for it, though."

The car doors clicked themselves locked and we walked into the woods. The sky was beginning to darken but it would still be light enough to see clearly for half an hour or so.

He asked, "So why are you paying <i>me</i> for it?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. The idea kind of turns me on."

He laughed, "If it turns you on to give me a hundred quid, just hand over the money now and let's be done with it..."

I smiled. "Not so fast. There's a bit more to it than that..."

He smiled at me. "Well, it was worth a try..."

We found a well-concealed spot behind a elderflower bush and stood and faced each other awkwardly.

Darren asked, "So what do you want me to do to earn my money then?"

I felt a little embarrassed to be having to give him instructions; things normally seem to happen more naturally.

After I'd hesitated for a few moments he said, "Do you want me to get on with the blowjob I started in the shop?"

I shook my head. "Why don't you pull your trousers and underwear down and let me play with your cock. I'll get us both excited..."

He shrugged, unbuckling his belt. "I wouldn't expect me to get too excited, mate. This isn't really my thing, you know..."

He hitched his jeans down to his knees and then did the same with the saggy grey briefs which I suspected were the same ones he'd been wearing that afternoon in the shop.

He stood facing me with his trousers and underpants around his knees and his cock looking tiny in the evening chill, and he seemed even more uncomfortable with what we were doing.

It suddenly felt wrong to be exploiting him like this; he was a young lad who needed some cash and I was making him have sex with me to earn some. He'd given his consent for me to use him like this, but it wasn't his choice to be in this situation.

I walked over to him and stood next to him. With a hand on his shoulder, I said, "Look, Darren. I don't want to force you to do this. If it really turns your stomach to have me touch you and you really don't feel any sense of arousal playing with my cock and stuff, let's forget it. I'll give you the money and we'll head back to Leeds."

He turned to me with surprise and said, "No. That wouldn't be fair..."

"But it's not fair for me to make you have sex with me..."

He shook his head. "You're not making me. I mean, it's not like you're raping me..."

"You're doing it for the money... I know it sounds stupid, but it suddenly feels wrong for me to use you like this... I'm sorry..."

He smiled and, for the first time, looked at me with what may have been traces of affection. "Sebastian, mate. You're a nice bloke... I can see that. I tell you what... have a play with my cock and lick my bum and whatever turns you on, then I'll suck you off. And afterwards, you can take me somewhere for a nice meal, a few drinks, and we'll forget the cash. How's that? It'll be like we're on a date, or something."

"That's not really fair on you..."

He nodded. "It's my choice. That's what I want. How does that sound?"

I leaned forwards and kissed him on the cheek. Smiling, I said, "You're a nice lad."

He grinned at me. "Right. Well hurry up and do what you've got to do, because my bollocks are getting cold."

I smiled and kneeled down in front of him. I pressed my face into his crotch and inhaled the delicious smell of his pubic hair and his cock.

It did feel a lot better to be doing this way. It was strange that the idea of paying him for sex, which had seemed so erotic in the car, had suddenly felt totally unacceptable to me. It felt nice to think we would go out somewhere for a meal and drink together, even though it would look a little odd, and I could find out a little about him. Melissa would wonder where I was but I could always tell her that the car broke down and I didn't have my mobile phone with me.

I withdrew his foreskin, enjoying the sharp odour of his exposed bell-end, and licked at the sensitive isthmus of skin beneath his piss slit. Then I took his length, still floppy and shrivelled, into my mouth and gently sucked at it, trying to persuade it to awaken. When that didn't seem to be working, I moved down his balls, which were quite small and very hairy, and took one into mouth, turning it over with my tongue, and then the other.

That caused his cock to stir a little and I felt it beginning to harden against my cheek.

I called up to him, "Tell me when something feels good, Darren, and I'll keep doing that."

"Yeah... I like having my balls played with. That feels nice..."

I kept playing with them, enjoying the taste of his pubic sweat, and then moved down to lick the hairy ridge between his legs. That caused his cock to grow rapidly and I soon moved back up to lick it and suck it, bringing it to full size with my mouth.

His erection turned out to have a thin shaft with a fattened, mushroom-like head. It was the sort of cock which I didn't mind being fucked with: not so thick as to cause pain, but with a nicely defined head to stimulate my prostate. Perhaps I'd offer to let him fuck me, if things headed in the right direction...

I began to suck him in earnest, making sweeping strokes down the length of his erection and licking at his bell-end inside my mouth. He grabbed my head with both hand and began fucking my face roughly, his breathing becoming faster as his excitement mounted.

He called out, "Yeah... that's really nice..."

For someone who didn't get aroused when he was with another guy, Darren was doing a pretty good impersonation of it.

Still sucking his cock, I grabbed his backside with both hands, enjoying the feel of his round, muscular cheeks. I squeezed a finger between them and soon found the hot wet ring of anus. As gently as I could, I coaxed it open and pressed the tip of my finger into the moistness inside.

Even if Darren didn't like to smell another man's arse on his finger, I had no such misgivings.

I began to slowly finger him, easing the end of my finger into his anus and then withdrawing it.

He moaned and said, almost with surprise, "Yeah... I like that..."

I pulled away from his cock and said, "Bend over and wank yourself."

He bent over, supporting himself against a tree in the gathering dusk, and I quickly moved around to push my face between his hard, round arsecheeks. As I did so, I released my cock, now straining inside my jeans, and began masturbating myself.

The smell of his arse was delicious: I could smell the fruity shower gel he must have used when he was cleaning himself up before meeting me, but behind that was the pungeant smell of his arse sweat and the unmistakable, captivating, allure of his anus.

I plunged my tongue into him, meeting little resistance, and tasted the raw muskiness of his insides.

He called out, "Yeah... that's fucking great..." And I pushed myself as deep as I could into him then withdrew, fucking him with flicks of my tongue.

His whole body was moving to the rhythm of his hand frantically beating at his cock, as I penetrated his arse as roughly as I could with my mouth.

After a minute or so, I pulled back from him, desperate to attend to my own cock, and stood up behind him. I said, "I really need to fuck you, Darren."

He said, still wanking furiously, "Go for it. But hurry up... I'm so fucking close..."

I fumbled with a condom and unsheathed it down my length and then moved myself to get into my favourite position: standing behind another man with my cock on the threshold of his bent, exposed, arsehole.

I pushed myself into Darren with one swift motion, the glide of my cock lubricated by my spit inside him. To my surprise I was able to get almost my entire eight inches into him on the first push and my balls thumped against his, which were jiggling around as he masturbated his cock.

His rectum felt hot and tight around my length and I slowly began to fuck him with the taste of it still in my mouth.

I grabbed his chest and pulled him upright, spearing his eager backside with long deliberate thrusts of my erection.

I reached around to his crotch and pushed his own hand away from his organ. I gripped it firmly and began masturbating him more slowly than he had been doing to himself, but using a technique I knew he would find far more satisfying.

Panting rapidly, he called out, "Aaah... God, yeah..."

We didn't last long, standing there in that darkening clearing with me fucking his tight round arse and wanking his cock with slow, sensual strokes. It was perhaps a minute before I felt his orgasm beginning to overtake him and I allowed mine, which I'd been holding off almost since I'd first tasted his arsehole, to rise inside me.

He turned to look over his shoulder at me, his mouth wide open and panting, as his cock started spurting, and, pumping my own semen inside his rectum, I gave him a quick, glancing kiss.

It took him half a minute or so for his orgasm to subside, and I kept squeezing and jerking at his dick throughout, milking every last drop of semen from it that I could. My own juices were trickling out of the condom, dripping from my balls and running down the insides of his thighs.

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We cleaned ourselves as best we could in the gloom and then fastened our clothes, almost in silence.

I asked him if he was still on for the meal and he smiled and said that he was, and we drove to quiet pub on the outskirts of Leeds which Melissa and I used to visit before evenings out for the two of us became too much like hard work.

He told me a little about himself, about his alcoholic mother and abusive older brother, and alluded to some major event which had caused him to leave school early but which I felt it would be too intrusive to question him about.

When I dropped him off in Farnley, I stuffed the bundle of notes which I'd prepared as payment into the top pocket of his shirt and told him he was welcome to it "as a friend."

He smiled and thanked me.

After he'd slammed the car door shut and was walking down the pavement towards the bus stop, I called him back and, perhaps rashly, noted down my mobile phone number on a scrap of paper from the glove compartment.

I handed him it and said, "If you want a chat – no strings or anything – give me a call."

He nodded and stuffed into his pocket alongside the bundle of notes.

I drove off as he walked away and went back home to face the music from Melissa.