"Rough and mean, just like you said."

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The hairy delivery man grins an almost unpleasant grin at you, then steps back, undoing his zipper and unbuttoning his shirt. The Italian reveals a thick dick, uncut, with a mass of black hair, and then says, "Suck it."

You slide down to your knees in front of the delivery man, ignoring the way something wet seeps through the knees of your jeans. You grip the dick in each hand, and stroke him for a little while, looking up at the hairy chested delivery men. He looks down at you, then reaches down and starts tugging at your shirt. You release his cock long enough to raise your hands, and he tosses the shirt over the edge of the dumpster, and then takes your hair in one hand.

"I said suck it." His grip is tight in your hair.

You suck the Italian's dick, the thick cock filling your mouth as it hardens, running your tongue under his foreskin and making him swear under his breath. You suck him as deep into your mouth as possible, and teasing his balls with your hand while you slurp and slobber on his meat. He makes noises of enjoyment, tugging your mouth harder and harder onto his dick. You bob your head faster on his cock, sucking harder and stroking more vigorously.

After a while, he yanks your head off his dick, a trail of spit linking your lips to his cockhead, and tugs on your hair. The Italian helps you stand up, and takes your crotch in his hand, rubbing you through your jeans. Your dick is rock hard. "Take it off," he growls.

You undo your belt and unzip your jeans, tugging your pants down. The air is cool against your ass and your cock stands up, hardening at the thought of the man fucking you in the filthy alley. He chuckles. Maybe he's right - maybe you do like it too dirty. He turns you around, slapping your ass with one rough hand, and making you yelp. He pushes on your shoulders until you bend. You brace your hands against the closest dumpster, and you hear the Italian spit. A moment later, you feel him rub saliva between your ass cheeks, and then his rough fingers are gone and he spits again. He shoves a fingertip into you, and hiss at the barely lubricated entry. Still, you push back against him, driving it further into you. You let out a little moan.

"You're an eager little whore, aren't you?" he says, his voice rumbling. "My favorite kind."

He rubs at your ass with his finger for a bit longer, and then removes it, spitting a few more times and rubbing it against your hole. A moment later, two rough hands take your waist. You grip the edge of the dumpster, waiting for it, biting your lip, and then you feel a hot cockhead press against your ass, only barely slick with spit. You look over your shoulder and see the Italian standing behind you, his brown polyester pants tugged down a few inches, and his shirt undone, his hairy chest visible and already damp with sweat.

The hairy delivery man pushes into you with a single strong thrust, and you arch your back at the rough entry. He's thick, and his cock drives into your barely lubed ass, stretching you with a heat and friction that makes your legs shake. The Italian grunts when his balls slap against the back of your ass, and shifts his grip on your waist slightly.

"Fucking tight," he says, then starts to pull back out again, nearly all the way, before shoving back inside you.

He laughs. "But not for long," he says.

He shoves his dick back into you, hard. You grip the dumpster, legs spread, and gasp at the feel of his thick cock driving back inside you. He pulls nearly all the way out after every rough thrust, slamming his cock to the balls every time. You're soon grunting and pushing your ass back against the assault, feeling his cock battering inside you, and his hands grip your waist so tight you're pretty sure he's bruising you. His cock slams your hole.

Then, without warning, he pulls out completely, and slaps your ass. You crane your head, confused, but then he turns you around, and puts your arms around his neck. You grip him, grinding your crotch into his, and he laughs, hooking his rough hands under your ass, and then lifting you bodily off the ground. He awkwardly lines his hard cock up at your hole, and you wrap your legs around the small of his back, trying to hold on. His cock pushes into you at the new, painful angle, and you hiss into his neck. He grunts, and walks you to the brick wall of the alley, impaled on his cock, and presses your back into the brick, his dick buried deep up your ass.

"Yeah," the Italian growls. "You like that dick, boy?"

"Yes," you gasp into his neck.

He grunts, and starts fucking you hard against the wall. You brace one of your feet against the dumpster, and the other stays around his back. He grips your ass tight in both hands, and your arms are around his neck, his hairy chest is rough and slick against your own. He thrusts up into your ass with punishing shoves, and you yelp and swear at every violent entry. You're being used in a filthy alley by a men who knows how to dish it out.

His rough stubble burns against your cheek as he moves his lips to your ears. "You like that, you fucking alley whore? You like my dick breaking you up inside?" The words are too much, and you feel your cock erupt with cum between the two of you, stunned that you didn't have to jerk yourself to cum, and feeling your load slick between his hairy stomach and your own.

"We're not fucking done yet," the hairy delivery man snaps, and if anything, fucks you all the harder. You moan, gripping tight to the man's thick neck.

He grunts when he finally comes, burying his load deep into your hole, and an extra-tight squeeze against your chest. The hairy man pulls out of your ass as rough as he entered it, and you wince, feeling his cum drip down your thigh, sliding your legs back beneath you and standing painfully, naked in the alley except for your shoes and socks. You sag against the brick wall, your back rubbed raw from the hard stone.

"Fucking whore," the Italian says, breathing heavy, looking at you with a dark smile. The scent of sweat is heavy on the man, and your own skin is slick with it. You slowly straighten, and see that the hairy man is wiping his dick on your shirt. He tosses it back to you, then tucks his dick in, and leaves you, heading down the alley to the parking lot around the front.

"Catch you around, slut," he calls.

You stand there, catching your breath, and holding your shirt, which has cum smeared on it. You tug your jeans and underwear back into place, aware that wetness is spreading from the hot load you just took, and shrug into the shirt. It sticks to you.

You sigh. Your ass has been thoroughly fucked, and you're a mess of sticky cum. Time to head home.

You head down the alley, starting the walk back to your place.

Damn fine birthday.

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