I was becoming quite a regular visitor to Brighton. Well it was only a few hours travel by train and there were always cheap fares on offer, more so during the Winter, but also during the Summer. I had finished a tough month at work. The office politics were becoming tiresome and the workload excessive. I needed a break and booked a couple of days holiday mid-week. Someone else could deal with irate customers on the phone for a couple of days. When an internet advert offered train tickets to Brighton for £10 return, it was a no brainer. I called Brian at my usual bed and breakfast.
'Room 5 will be ready for you Tuesday, you can arrive anytime' he chirped.
He had pretty much stopped taking new guests, semi retiring, ah if only I could. He always welcomed returning guests. The half dozen rooms in his house were rarely occupied.
My first job was, as usual, to make the short ten minute walk to the shops in the centre. I could stock up on coffee, chocolate and other treats. I was excited to use this visit to complete my list of attractions on my Brighton list. Not the pier, the museums or the fun fair. I was more interested in the saunas, the Trading Hotel cruising and cruising the promenade. I had done, and enjoyed, the first two and was ready for the third. On my previous visit I had checked online the best cruising area. Middle Walk started next to the north pier and spread the length of the promenade for a couple of kilometres. Steps lead down from the main road. On my first visit I mistakenly walked down a second set of steps taking me to a lower promenade. I must have walked two or three kilometres without a sniff of action. It was only after I had returned home I realised I should have descended just one set of steps. I wasn't going to make the same mistake again.
I sat on my bed eating my take away pizza watching television. I was excited and a little nervous. I had never been cruising before. I had visited quite a few saunas and even gone to a guys house I had met on the internet. There was a greater element of danger when cruising. Danger of getting caught, danger of attack too. I wasn't too excited about that but I did like getting my cock out in public and in the cool outside air. Many a time I have stopped outdoors for an innocent pee and found myself fondling my erect dick for a little while. It was just after 9pm when I walked out the guest house in the warm summer air towards the pier.
It was only a short walk to the Imperial Hotel, the starting point for 'The walk', apparently the most popular cruising place in Brighton. I was prepared dressed in sweat pants for easy access and a mini bottle of lube in my pocket. While anal was not in my plans, it wasn't completely off the agenda, and besides I struggled jerking off without some sort of lubricant. I had even used margarine once but that was another story. There was no doubt about it: I was gagging for cock. I had frequented cruising areas before but never had the guts to approach anyone. But this time I knew was going to be different.
I walked down the steps by the side of the hotel, just one set this time. It was dark. I could hear the trams and cars speed along the main road above me. The streetlights from above offered no light to the service road below as I walked. The moon lit up the sea crashing against the rocks below me. Along the right hand side of the service road was a concrete canopy. Every couple of hundred metres were a set of steps leading back up to the main road. Next to the steps was usually a park bench. These were probably used by families during the day. They would sit there eating their ice creams. After dark they were used my middle aged perverts and cock suckers. How very diverse this town was.
Immediately I saw I had a bite. He was slightly tubby, older, and nervous looking. I walked over to the bench and could see him stroking his cock through the dark. I realised as I sat down next to him and placed my hand on his dick just how much I had been craving this. I lowered my head to his crotch and began licking and kissing his shaft and balls as he moaned softly. It wasn't very big, smaller than mine even, but I enjoyed the feel of it nonetheless as I took the stranger's dick in my mouth. After a few slow movements he placed both hands on the back of my head and started guiding me faster and faster. It didn't seem long before he was thrusting up hard into my face. I pulled my cock out of my pants and let it soak in the fresh air as it bounced to attention. I took the lube out of my pocket squeezing a few drops onto my hand before returning the bottle to my pocket. I stroked my cock while the man pushed his meat all the way into my mouth. I felt his tight balls on my chin as he tried to touch the back of my throat with his cock.
Every few minutes a passer by would appear. Because of the dark there was little or no warning. We would stop and try and act innocent when the dog walkers or hetero couples passed by. With other cruisers we just carried on. Some would stop for a few minutes and watch, even jerk off a little while watching us. Fuck that turned me on, someone wanking themselves off watching me suck a hot, meaty cock. We moved from the bench to the stone floor at the foot of one of the stairwells. It was darker and more secluded, unless someone decided to walk down the stairs, then we would be busted. The man never spoke except to call me a slut. It was true so I didn't complain. He took the lead using the lube from my dick to lube his finger. I flinched as he pushed it slowly into my tight hole.
