Anonymous Fucker

Anonymous Fucker

I sat in my small booth behind the mirrored glass for my next scene. The room was lit for ambience, as requested in the booking. Low lights and the double bed at center stage. There was nothing else. No props, no settings, no dialogue.

A man was naked, on all fours on the bed. Tonight, his name was Clarke. He had a blindfold on, securely fastened. And he was waiting. He was an athletic man, possibly early thirties, with short brown hair. He wore no jewelry. He had no tattoos. He was well-groomed, and I assumed, normally straight.

I've learned the signs. I can usually pick the gay men who are out, and those who aren't. Perhaps married to a woman, but need an occasional encounter with a man. Maybe they're as out as they need to be and just want to get fucked by a complete stranger.

Like this guy.

Though the waiting was obviously part of the scene, Clarke was becoming impatient. He rocked his hips; his cock, almost fully hard, hung low between his legs. He rolled his neck and leaned back, stretching like a cat. There was a foil packet and a bottle of lube beside his knee and his asshole shined in the low light, no doubt he'd lubed and stretched himself. Maybe he'd worn a butt plug earlier. Maybe that was part of his preparation, the excitement, the anticipation. He rolled his hips again. He wanted it.

The other man, whose name for this evening was David, entered the room with only the soft click of the door to give him away.

Clarke straightened, his head tilted slightly at the sound. Wearing a blindfold would have increased his senses—his hearing more alert, a heightened sense of touch…. I could see the rise and fall of his chest increase, and his cock bobbed heavily.

I wondered what he smelled like. I wondered if there were goose bumps on his skin.

David stalked slowly to the back of the bed, adding to the anticipation. He admired the offered ass in front of him with a hum.

Clarke let his head fall forward at the sound. His breaths were shallow now.

David moved in closer, almost touching him. I had no doubt Clarke could feel the warmth, the presence of the body behind him, because he leaned back a little, wanting it. Needing it. Then David slowly started to undo his belt—the sound of the leather sliding through the brass buckle was loud in the silence.

Clarke moaned as he fisted the bedding.

The sound of David's zipper cut the silence next, and Clarke groaned. The anticipation was clearly what he loved. He was almost writhing with it. His mouth was slightly open, his breaths were fast and hard.

David freed his hard cock from his jeans and rolled on a condom. He poured lube over his latex covered shaft and gave himself a few long pulls. What a gorgeous cock it was, dark and thick, with a mushroom-shaped head. Clarke was gonna feel this for days.

With his jeans still around his hips, David slid his cock up the length of Clarke's crack. Once, twice, and then with his hand around the base, he slowly fed it into the waiting, eager hole. The thick head popped through the tight entrance, then he pushed every inch into him.

Clarke cried out, gripping the bedding in tight fists. His head fell forward and he groaned through the pain, but still held his ass high and open. God, he was craving it.

David started to thrust, a nice even tempo, slow at first, but building and building until he was fucking him hard. The sound of moaning and skin slapping filled the room.

Not a word was spoken between them.

Anonymous.

Clarke wanted to be used. He wanted to be no more than a hole to fuck. He wanted complete anonymity, so he could leave here like it never happened, completely detached from his need to be fucked in the ass by a stranger.

And getting fucked, he most certainly was. David was relentless—the way he gripped Clarke's hips, how he angled his thrusts. He was giving Clarke everything he wanted.

Clarke's cock swung in time with David's thrusts, a clear stream of precome leaked liberally onto the bed from the tip. And Clarke was groaning almost constantly now. He was in that place, that place where orgasm was right there, so close, but not quite….

Then David's thrusts became sharp and hard, deliberate. He gripped Clarke's hips and fucked him harder and faster, slamming his huge cock into that willing hole until his orgasm rocked through him.

With a final thrust and a low groan, David rammed into Clarke, hard and deep, coming into the condom inside him. His head fell back, his eyes were wide and his jaw slack. His whole body jerked and rocked, though he held Clarke's ass still while he finished coming.

With only a few deep breaths to collect himself, David pulled out slowly. He slid the used condom off his still-hard dick and laid it on the bed. He tucked his dick away and did up his jeans, slowly buckling his belt, and without a word, he simply walked out the door.

Clarke waited for the click of the door before he wrapped his hand around his own cock. He pumped himself hard, only now allowing himself to moan and speak. "Oh, fuck," he said, his voice was deep and gruff. Precome was leaking from him, like no one I'd ever seen before. His prostate must have been tapped and rubbed by David's cock for him to leak like that….

His back arched, and with a final cry, he came. His whole body trembled and shook as he spilled stripes of cum on the bed below him. Clarke gave a hoarse cry, squeezing the last of the cum from his cock. He slid onto his side to catch his breath.

He lay like that for a few minutes, and I wondered what he was thinking about, or if he was capable of thought at all after being fucked like that.

He slowly removed the blindfold, blinking as his eyes adjusted. His smile was that of a well-sated man. He walked gingerly to a door on the opposite wall from where David had exited. It was a private bathroom and changing room with an exit to lead Clarke out into a hall that would then allow him to leave the building unseen.

With the room now empty, I flipped a switch that would lock it down. No one could enter without an access card. I hit another button, alerting the cleaners the room was now vacated and awaiting their janitorial magic, then I filled in my job card, saying the job was complete, as per instructions.

Finally I hit the lights, sending the room into complete darkness. I left via my exit door, walked through the security- only area and into another security room behind mirrored glass. I sat in the chair, reading through my next membership scene card details, and waited for the show to begin.