A Walk on the Wild Side

by Jacqueline George

  A Walk on the Wild Side

  Copyright © 20 12 by J.E. George

  ISBN: 978-0-9873920-8-4

  Cover design by Jacqueline George

  All cover art and logo copyright © 20 12 by J.E. George

  Printed and bound in Australia.

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  PUBLISHER

  Q~Press Publishing

  Contents

  Foreword ..................................................................................... 5

  Dogging, ...and Me? ................................................................... 6

  Bangkok Boys ........................................................................... 14

  An Afternoon at Pretty Pool ..................................................... 31

  Jane ........................................................................................... 36

  Other Titles by Jacqueline George ......................................... 56

  Foreword

  Here are four stories that reflect modern women’s interest in all things gay. Now we are quite convinced that our gay friends are not set on the highway to Hell, of course we are curious about how it all works.

  In a surprising development, there has been a flurry of novel writing by women on gay romance. I don’t buy it. Most of the ones I have looked had have characters who might look like men, but are actually thinly disguised women at heart. Fine, if that’s what you enjoy. Walt Disney has its place in modern culture, but no-one takes it seriously.

  Still, I am as curious about gays and their attitudes as anyone else. Also about that playing field of sex where the straight and the gay slip and merge into each other. Here are four stories that I hope are exciting and fun to read, and are also The Real Thing.

  I hope you will write and let me know what you think...

  Jacqueline

  Cooktown, Queensland

  Dogging, ...and Me?

  Dogging. Have you heard of it? Maybe not, because it is something we Brits have invented just for ourselves. It suits us very well, because it is dark and dirty and that is how we like our sex. Queen Victoria might be dead and long gone, but her influence lives on. Not for us to behave like those supremely self-confident Germans, striding naked across the beaches of Europe and not giving a toss who sees them. We want our sex to be secret and furtive, and to pretend it never happened. Sometimes I wonder how all the little baby Brits are born, but even Queen Victoria managed nine of them, so I suppose she must have been amused occasionally.

  Anyway, Rob started me off on the dogging road, and as it happens, it was on a sunny European beach, a hidden cove just off the main Limassol-Paphos road. It was not a popular spot. Difficult access down a rough dirt road, and it had no ramshackle bar selling freshly grilled fish and as much local beer and wine as you could manage. Instead there was just open sand and the timeless blue Mediterranean.

  Not many people lay on the beach, and not many of them were wearing any clothes. Why not? This part of Cyprus has an ancient Greek culture, and they were never big puritans. We trekked nearly to the far end of the beach before we spread our towels. I knew Rob had unpacked my bikini back at the hotel and I did not bother looking for it. We just lay on our tummies, slathered with sun cream, and watched the tiny waves lap against the beach.

  After a while, I realised that many single men, as nude as we were, had walked past us to the end of the beach and strolled back again. They looked at us discreetly, and passed by.

  “Turn over,” whispered Rob. “Give them something to look at.”

  I thought about it for a moment and – why not? It sounded like fun. We both turned around so we were lying on our backs with our feet towards the water. It felt naughty to be showing my breasts and naked pussy to the sun, and anyone else who cared to look.

  It excited Rob too. He started to watch cruising men, and

  speculating about them. “There’s one coming,” he would say. “Open your legs and let him have a good look.” Or “Hey, look at that cock. I bet that looks good when it’s standing up. He’s going to be dreaming about your pussy tonight.”

  Rob was enjoying himself. He liked showing me to other men, and I liked it too. I could see his cock had already plumped up. A little more of this, and it would swing around and stretch out on his stomach.

  “Look at these two,” he said. A couple of older men were approaching. Solid, a little bit of a tummy on each of them and some gray in their curly hair. Between their thighs swung attractive uncut cocks. Rob continued, “Wouldn’t you like to play with those two? Shall I call them over?”

  I had lifted one knee and spread myself out on view. Rob reached for my pussy, but I pushed his hand away, and he played with my breast instead. “Think you could suck on those two while I fucked you from behind?” I said nothing, but he was making me randy. The two stranger’s cocks looked very tasty. The two men stared openly as they passed.

  “Jesus,” whispered Rob, “They really wanted to come over. Wouldn’t you have liked that!” Again I said nothing, but lay back and opened my legs further. I let him tease my pussy when the men passed on their way back.

  “Suck me off,” asked Rob.

  He had surprised me. I looked down the beach. The two men were walking away and would not see us. Our nearest neighbours lay dozing under an umbrella. Far enough away not to see their faces clearly, but close enough to understand exactly what I was doing if they glanced our way. Rob’s cock was tempting, but I could not do it.

  Rob understood and said, “Come on, let’s go around the rocks and see what we can find.”

  The beach ended where cliffs came down to the sea. We rolled up our towels and began to clamber around the rocks. There was no beach around the corner, only boulders sheltering small patches of sand.

  Someone else had come here on the same errand. In front of us, two men lay in the sun. One of them, on his back, had his eyes half closed and an expression of luxurious delight on his face. His partner bent over him, languidly working his cock with one hand and sucking on the end of it.

  As we came near, they both looked up at us and smiled. Now the passive man’s cock was out in the open, it shone wetly in the sunlight. I smiled back as we paddled past in the edge of the sea, uncomfortable at intruding on something so intimate. Rob was less concerned. He gave a little wave and called, “Hi.” The men waved back and returned to their fun.

  I had never seen two men having sex before, and it excited me. I would have liked to stop and stare. Rob chose a place to spread our towels and lay back, his cock stretched out on his stomach, expecting nice things.

  I knelt beside him and looked around. Our patch of sand was semi-private. I could see the feet of our neighbours, but no more. On the other hand, anyone following us round from the main beach would see us clearly. I did not care. I bent over Rob’s cock and began to suck.

  “Slowly,” said Rob. “Let’s make it last.” It would be a sin to hurry sex in such a beautiful place. I began to brush little kisses all over the head of his cock, and he pulled my hips towards him so he could finger me. I felt very wet.

  Beside us, the two gays had stood up. One of them lent back against a rock and the other knelt at his feet and swallowed his cock. Watching them was making me lose control. I had never seen anything so sexy and Rob’s fingers would soon push me over the edge. The man being sucked had thrown his head
back and seemed ready to come.

  There was a movement behind him. “Christ, someone’s coming!” I said.

  “Never mind,” said Rob. “Who cares? Don’t stop.”

  It was a single man. Not young, not old, he looked fit and slim. He wore no clothes and carried nothing. His body was smooth and hairless, evenly brown with no tan lines. His cock was long and heavy, hanging half-hard on his thighs. He shaded his eyes and paused for a moment to watch the gays. Then he looked at me lent over Rob’s cock, and smiled. I smiled back automatically.

  Rob sat up and, because he is Rob and impossible to embarrass, gave the man a wave. The man lifted a hand in acknowledgement, and paddled slowly and deliberately towards us.

  “Play with his cock,” whispered Rob urgently

  “I –” I did not know what to say. As the man came nearer, I could not stop staring at his cock. It moved with each step, swinging from side to side. It had begun to fill and had already lifted from his thighs. It looked handsome, and its blind eye was peeping from its hood.

  Rob stood up and pulled me to my feet. “Hi,” he said to the man, “Need a hand with that?”

  The man came on confidently. He had a delicate gold crucifix around his next. He studied me, looking at my breasts and pussy. “Beautiful,” he said at last, and put a hand on my hip.

  I reached for his stiff cock. I could not help myself. It felt strong and solid and, without thinking, I started to work it.

  The effect was immediate. “Oh – yes!” hissed the man, and reached for my pussy. Beside me, almost touching, Rob stood slowly stroking his cock. All three of us were staring at the stranger’s cock in my hand, swollen and urgent.

  “Yes,” he said again, “Oh yes!” It was happening. So soon, so quick, but it was already too late. The man gripped my shoulder with one strong hand, and hung on to Rob with the other. He held himself upright and pushed his hips forward as he started to come. Pulses of cream burst from him, some splashing my hip and the rest falling on the sand behind me. I held his cock still as it softened. Rob moved to put his arm around my shoulders.

  “My God, you are very good,” he said. He spoke clearly but with a German accent. “This was wonderful. You will come here again? Perhaps my wife will come.”

  “Yes,” said Rob. “That would be good.” He did not say we would be flying back to England tomorrow.

  “Very good. Then I will see you again.”

  The man turned and walked back towards the main beach. The two gays had been watching us and waved again. One of them pretended to applaud, and then they laughed and ran into the sea.

  I reached for Rob’s cock. It had drooped a little and the end of it was wet and slick. “Let’s go,” he said. “I want to take you home and fuck you silly.”

  Looking back later on what had happened, I found it hard to believe I had really done it. I had played with a strange cock, right there on the beach. Me! With people watching! I was a complete tart, and it felt great. I hung on to Rob afterwards, and on the plane next day, and all the way home, running the experience through my mind again and again.

  So how did the dogging start? Rob had got as big a buzz from that stranger as I had, and wanted to do it again. I came in from school late one Friday, dog-tired and cranky. The kids had not been any more obnoxious than normal, but I felt glad to have ended the week. Rob was waiting in the kitchen, his laptop open on the table and a big smile all over his face.

  He gestured to the laptop and I sat down. He had opened a web site called Swinging Heaven. As I watched, he clicked the tag marked Dogging, and then another for our county – Devon.

  I was suspicious. “What is this?”

  Rob’s smile gets wider. “These are car parks or deserted places. Like the old Lover’s Lanes. People go there and make love in their cars.”

  “So? What’s so special about that?”

  “The other people who turn up to watch, or even join in if you invite them.” A sense of shock ran through me. Make love in public. It was a treacherous idea.

  “But – but what about the police?”

  “What about them? There’s nothing illegal. No-one gets hurt. They can’t get you for Public Nuisance in places like that at night.”

  “You want – me? Us?”

  “Might be fun. Get changed, and let’s go and watch.”

  I thought about it. “Just watch?”

  “Yes. I swear. Just see what happens.”

  Why not? It wasn’t the beach in Cyprus, but it might still be exciting. “OK, but I’m only watching.”

  And that was it. Half an hour later we left home and joined the underworld. In case you are wondering, I did just watch but not for long. Once I was randy enough, joining in seemed much more fun.

  Bangkok Boys

  Gina stood in the hotel lobby,undecided about what to do next. She had escaped the group and gained an evening of freedom, but she was alone. The others had been bustled away on a standard tour, taking in yet more temples and silk shops before ending the evening at the Siam Niramit complex. There they would be treated to exquisite Thai ladies dressed and dancing in the best Walt Disney style. They would be surrounded by music, gongs, incense, and hundreds of other fat foreign tourists. With cameras.

  The thought made her sick. What was the point, she asked herself rhetorically, of coming all the way from Australia to the wonderland of Thailand, and then spending all your time in a tightly-knit, red-faced bunch of ignorant Aussies?

  No - she was being unjust. None of them would have come if the company had not given away the tickets as performance prizes. At least she had not won her prize for valiant efforts at filing or answering the telephone. Her ticket had been a complete accident, presumably because she had mentioned all the right people in the monthly company magazine.

  She had not done that deliberately; she simply fought to get an elegant and professional publication out and did not give a stuff whose photo she had printed.

  Back to the problem. The rest of them would be fed and watered. Or fed and beered, to be more realistic. She would have to make her own arrangements. She could try the hotel restaurant -glaringly bright and efficient - or dare the night-time streets outside and find some proper Thai food. She was alone, and that might be a problem.

  Greg stepped out of the crowd around the lifts. She liked Greg. She sensed another odd-ball in him, another soul with artistic leanings who would never really fit in. He was also gay, and that took a lot of pressure off her.

  He looked surprised to see her, and hesitated for a moment before coming up to her.

  “Not with the others?”

  “Nope. Official headache. I’m just thinking about food.”

  “Here?”

  “I’d rather not.”

  “Let’s go and look for something.”

  Gina suddenly realised that Greg must have had plans of his own, and he was ditching them to care for her. Typical Greg.

  “You’re not going somewhere?”

  “Maybe later. I’ve just got to drop my key, and where would you like to go?”

  Easy to answer. This was Bangkok, and there was food around every corner. They stepped out onto the street through the friendly crowd of girls and katoeys hoping for a rich foreign lover.

  “Busy place,” said Gina.

  “Well, yes, but why not? It’s all in good fun.”

  “Gina thought about that. “Would you ever pick up a girl from the street? Or whatever?”

  Greg smiled at her clumsiness. “Possibly whatever. And no, I don’t think I would. Not when there are so many places where you can do it more officially. This place do you?” They were standing outside a brightly-lit restaurant called Seven Seas. It looked clean and did not have lines of beer-drinking foreigners sitting at the bar.

  They sat down and scanned the menu. Already a girl appeared with two beers, and returned to bring small saucers of sliced bird’s eye chillis in clear vinegar.

  Gina raised her glass to Greg. “Here’s to a goo
d meal. Thanks for rescuing me, Greg. I don’t think I would have been brave enough to come by myself.”

  They had already started their second beer when the food arrived, green soup with prawns, spiced in the way that only Thailand can manage. Gina ate gratefully. It had been a long time since lunch.

  “So, where are you heading now, Greg. Out clubbing?”

  Greg avoided her eyes. “Ah well - if you can’t go clubbing in Bangkok...”

  “Must be a bit of an adventure, I imagine.”

  “Yes and no. It’s all perfectly safe here. They even have special police just to take care of tourists. On the other hand, you’ve never seen clubs like the ones here. Really hot, and relaxed at the same time. Suits me.”

  “Um - gay clubs?”

  “All sorts. Straight, gay, katoey, whatever you fancy.”

  “Katoey?”

  “Transsexual. You know, shemale. Women with dicks.”

  “Really? Clubs for them too?”

  “Well, clubs full of them. The customers are male. Mostly male, anyway.”

  This was a world Gina had not even imagined. She played with the word. “Katoey. Sounds strange, but I guess they’re strange too.”

  “Not so strange. Just girls with a bit extra, that’s all. And they have a male sex-drive too. That makes them more interesting, I suppose.”

  “Have you ever..?” She did not know how to finish her question politely.

  “No. I never did. There never seems to be time. And besides...”

  Gina did not want to intrude, but she could not stop herself. “I suppose if you want male, you want male. What are the gay clubs like?”

  “Hot, mostly. Super hot, compared to home, but then everywhere is hot compared to Adelaide. Some of the shows are good. Really good, and the guys are, well, they turn me on, anyway.” He sipped his drink thoughtfully.