He passed several people along the way, but when he turned the corner into Roberts Road, the darkened street where the electrical station was situated, it felt as if he’d stepped into another world.
His heart was beating fast. His cock strained inside his shorts. He put a hand into his pocket and gave it a rub. Since he wasn’t wearing any underpants he could feel his pre-cum creating a small damp patch at the front of his shorts.
A voice from the bushes next to him made him jump.
“You come here a lot, don’t ya?”
A dark figure stepped into view.
“Occasionally,” he said. “You?”
“You like gettin’ fucked up the arse?”
Something about the way the man had ignored his question and asked one of his own, and also the way he’d asked it, had alarm bells ringing.
“I’m just on my way home,” said Benjamin.
“No, ya not,” said the man. “I know what ya here for. I’ve watched ya takin’ it up the arse.”