Lead the bear out into the alley.

From Create Your Own Story

You start for the stairs and the four men at the table let out a little cheer that makes you turn bright red. You walk slowly, not rushing, and not daring to look back to see if the salt and pepper bear is matching your pace. Your dick is rock hard in your pants and you're stunned at how horny and wild you feel - not to mention lightheaded and a little bit out of control. All that from one beer, you think, and try not to laugh out loud.

You head down the stairs and turn to the hallway, a little dizzy. As you come around the corner, you bump right into someone.

"Woah," a deep voice says, and you struggle to get your feet back under you. A strong hand takes your shoulder, helping you keep your balance. You look up and see a gray bearded man in jeans and a brown t-shirt that says “Daddy” across his chest in yellow letters. He looks at you.

"In a hurry, eh?" He's a big guy - a daddybear - and you catch yourself biting your lip looking up at him. Your head is definitely feeling the effect of that single beer. When did you become such a lightweight?

"Sorry," you say, embarrassed, then step past him and down to the end of the short hallway by the bathroom. You take a breath, and then push through the door marked "Exit." You find yourself in a small, tight alley behind the bar, where two large garbage dumpsters are set, and the scent isn’t the greatest. The light from the street isn’t doing much here, but it’s a little brighter than the dimmed bar. Now you just wait for Steve, you figure, nervously biting your lip. At first you sort of hover in the middle of the space, but you move to the brick wall near the dumpsters - which doesn't look particularly clean - and lean against it, feeling yourself shake a bit.

The moments tick by. You're starting to wonder where the older bear is. When the exit opens, you glance over. Steve steps out in to the alley. The older bear grins when he sees you.

"Aha," he says, walking right up to you and crowding in close enough that you end up pressed against the dirty brick wall while he leans his large frame into you. "So I hear it's your birthday."

You smile up at him and nod, nervously. "Yeah."

"What are you, fifteen now? Sixteen?" He chuckles. "You look barely old enough to shave, kid."

"I'm a few years older than that." You giggle and turn red. You've always looked younger than your age.

"Well, happy birthday," he says. He leans in and gives you a deep kiss - his tongue explores your mouth, and his beard is rough against your chin. He presses into you, and you feel his hard dick against your stomach. When he pulls back, he looks down at you and says, "Gotta say, this feels more like my birthday than yours."

You grin.

"So, you want it out here, eh?" he says. "Cute boy like you? Wouldn't have pegged you for a piece of alley trash." He says the words with a leer, pressing his hard-on against your stomach again. You swallow and bite your lip, and have to stop yourself from letting out a little moan. When did you get so damned horny?

Steve notices, and his smile curls in his beard. "Oh, you are alley trash, aren't you? Just a boy in desperate need of some bearmeat, aren't you?" His beard tickles as he leans in close to your ear. "You're just a trashy little alley boy who wants some bearmeat for his birthday, aren't you?"

You nod.

Steve grins at you, taking a half step back. He keeps his eyes on yours while he reaches down and undoes his belt, and unzips. He undoes the button to his jeans, and then reaches down and tugs his hard cock out from the flap of his boxers. You look down and gasp a little at the girth of his meat - he's got a fat piece of meat, and it's pierced with a steel stud across the cockhead. You lean against the wall, looking down at his cock and hairy heavy balls. He grips his dick and squeezes with one hand. You look up at him to see that he's watching you, and grinning at the look on your face.

"Yeah, that rubs trashy fucks like you just the right way," he smiles, and takes his hard dick in hand, stroking once. "Come and get it wet, boy."

You slide down to your knees, feeling the wetness of the foul liquids on the ground outside the alley seep through the front of your jeans, but putting that fat pierced dick at eye-level. Steve takes his hard dick in hand, slapping it against your face once and then taking your hair in his other hand and pulling you into his crotch. You open your mouth and swallow his thick meat, grateful that his length is just a bit more than average, but definitely feeling the massive thickness of it in your mouth.

"Yeah, that's right." he growls. "Suck it, boy."

You enthusiastically slurp his dick, bobbing your head around his hardness and licking his shaft and sucking on his head in alternate strokes. His hand tightens in your hair, and he breathes heavily while you feel the the round metal balls on either side of his cock head hit the insides of your cheeks. You're soon breathing through your nose, really deep throating the stud, whose dick tastes just a bit sweaty and is starting to leak precome.

"Yeah, you're a natural born cocksucker, aren't you, you trashy fuck?" Steve grips your head in both hands and fucks your face with three hard thrusts, and you nearly choke on his meat. You're rock hard. You want this - so badly you would beg for it if it was being withheld. You've never felt this horny, and even though your head is spinning, you swallow deep, trying to choke that bear's dick right to the balls.

Steve pulls back, and his thick pierced cock slips from your lips. You lean forward, eager, but he holds your head back.

"Get up, boy," he growls, looking down at you.

You rise shakily, and Steve's rough hands go for your jeans and undo them with quick jerks. When he yanks your jeans and underwear down with one tug, your cock rises, hard and finally free, and he laughs. He grips your shoulders then, and spins you around, pushing you against the side of the dumpster. Your head spins, and you nearly lose your balance - you have to grip the edge of the dumpster with your hands.

"Oh," Steve says, his voice low, "that is a pretty ass for a piece of trash, boy." He takes his hard dick in hand, slapping it against your ass cheek where you feel the heft of it. He reaches up and pushes two fingers at your lips. You open your mouth and swallow them, and he digs around in your mouth, getting his fingers wet.

He pulls his fingers out and rubs them roughly between your ass cheeks. Then his fingers go back to your mouth again.

"Yeah, you're a trashy slutty fuck, aren't you?" his voice is a low monotone. "You want my bearmeat bad, don't you, boy?"

You enthusiastically slurp his fingers, bobbing your head. He laughs, pulling them free and rubbing more spit into your hole, his fingertips teasing your opening. His fingers return to your lips again.

"One more, and that's all you get, boy." You work your mouth on his fingers, spitting up as much saliva as you can, and he rubs it into your ass, pushing both fingers into your hole and working them around. You moan against the dumpster, bracing yourself. He pulls back a moment, and you feel him take his pierced dick in hand, pressing the head against your hole.

"Gonna fuck you like you deserve," the burly bear says, and pushes his dick into you, hard. "Fuck yeah!"

You yell at the feel of his thick pierced meat forcing its way into your hole. He grunts, and leans against you, pressing hard into your ass and spreading your legs wider with a rough shove of his knees. Your ass clenches in spasms around his meat, and you can feel the piercing rub inside you - it's intense, and painful, and incredible, and hot - you gasp and drop your head, speared on his hard dick. Your hands clench for purchase against the dumpster, and you let out a long, low, moan.

"Fuck yeah," Steve growls. "Nice and fucking tight..."

Facing the dumpster, you can't see anything, especially with your eyes watering from taking his thick meat so rough up you hole. To your astonishment, you stay rock hard. You've got a stranger's pierced dick in your ass, and he's fucking you like you're a whore, and you love it. You've never felt this horny, and even though your head is spinning, you shove back, trying to get that bear's dick in deeper.

Steve fucks you hard, without giving you a chance to catch up, and soon his thrusts have you nearly falling against the dumpster. His hands grip your sides painfully. His dick strikes inside you in ways you've never felt before, the piercing rubbing you and sending off sparks up and down your nervous system. You're soon moaning and grunting, sweating through your shirt, and the sheer heat of his rough cock battering inside your hole has you rock fucking hard, but you can't grip your dick without losing your balance. A moment later, Steve thrusts extra rough into you and you feel his dick release hot spunk deep in your ass. It's a rush of relief in your abused ass. He thrusts twice more, then pulls out of your hole, stepping back. You almost fall to your knees, but manage to remain standing. Your dick throbs, and your head spins wildly. You close your eyes for a second, swaying, gripping your dick and feeling your own load spray against the side of the filthy dumpster.

"Happy birthday, boy," Steve says. You head him open the door to the bar again and step inside.

You stand there a while, head spinning, just breathing.

Definitely a birthday you're not going to forget.

(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)