"It means I wanted both your hands free before we had some fun."
From Create Your Own Story
“Right here in the alley, then?” Len grins. “I can dig that.”
You sink to your knees, and undo the belt and zipper of his jeans, tugging them and his underwear down. He has a nice cut dick with a good length, and a bulbous, mushroom head. You start to stroke hims, and he hardens quickly.
“Think that’ll do the trick?” he asks.
“Absolutely,” you say, and put his cock in your mouth. He puts his hands on either side of your head, and you concentrate on sucking his cock, using your tongue on his balls and shaft and rolling him around in your mouth.
“That's good, fucker.”
You suck wildly, trying to get all of him into your mouth.
“You like that cock?”
“Mmm,” you moan around his cock.
Len doesn’t need any more prodding. He grips your head tightly, and starts to fuck your face.
“Dirty alley whore, aren’t you?” Len says. He rams your throat, making you gag and choke a little, but you persevere, sucking and slurping his dick. After a few minutes, his breathing gets heavier, and the tugs your face away from his cock.
"Stand up," he says, in a low growl.
You rise, and he undoes your belt, yanking your jeans down to your knees, and then tugging your underwear down, too. Your cock is hard, bobbing out in front of you. You awkwardly get the little bottle of lube you cary from your back pocket, and hand it to him. He grins at you, leaning in for a rough kiss that fills your mouth with the taste of cigarettes before he pulls back.
“Turn around, then, fucker.”
You brace yourself against the closest garbage dumpster, and you feel Len step behind you, pressing the heat of his cock against the small of your back. A moment later, the slick lube dribbles a bit down your ass crack, and Len runs his calloused fingers up and down, spreading the liquid. When his fingertips reach your hole, you moan, and press back against him.
“Eager, aren’t ya?”
“Yes,” you nearly hiss.
Len grunts. Lining up his cockhead at your hole, he pushes himself in with, slowly at first, but with more pressure as you press back against him and let a long breath out between your teeth.
“Fucking whore,” Len says, once his dick is buried in your ass. The pressure is hot and hard, and you squirm back against him.
“Yes,” you say, and with a laugh, Len starts to fuck you. He grips your waist with both hands, and with every thrust his balls slap against yours, sending waves of heat through you. You grunt and moan as he plows you, holding tightly to the side of the dumpster so you don’t lose your balance with your pants tangling near your knees. Your cock throbs, but without a hand free to jerk yourself, the pressure builds in your balls without relief.
Len’s thrusts grow wilder, and with a deep grunt, he shoves forward hard, and empties a load in your ass. He holds himself there for a moment, dick spurting in your guts, then pulls out, leaning back against the brick wall of the bar. You feel his cum dribble out of your ass a bit, and he hands you a rag, which you use to quickly mop your ass a bit.
“Fuckin’ A,” he says, and flicks his lighter, lighting his second cigarette.
He pulls his pants back up as he puffs, and then checks his watch again. “Well, I’m gonna go. Nice meeting you,” he says, cigarette a dancing red spark in the alley.
With that, he leaves you there, pants around your knees, freshly fucked, dick throbbing.
You’re half tempted just to jerk a load out right here and now, and then head home. Or maybe you could head back inside and see what else might be going on. After all, Don did say he’d wait for you at the table.
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