Blow your wad while Don eats your ass.

From Create Your Own Story

It's too much! The sensation of the big hairy man eating your hole and the rough strokes on your dick push you over the edge. Your blow your load against the dumpster, crying out as Don buries his tongue extra-deep into your pucker once your body starts to spasm. You spray the dumpster with two spurts of spunk, and then hang your head, breathing heavily as your body shivers a few more times.

Don's hand lets go of your dick, and he pulls away from your ass. He rises behind you.

You turn and look at him.

"On your knees," he says. He's undoing his belt. You awkwardly turn and kneel in front of him, feeling the thick liquids of the dirty alley on your bare knees and realize it's soaking in to your pants, which are tangled around your feet. Above you, the hairy bear finishes undoing his belt, unbuttons his jeans, and unzips his fly. You realize he’s going commando when you see his hairy balls. Then your eyes are drawn to the shaft of flesh – thick, veiny and uncut – stiff and hard before you.

He puts one hand on your forehead, and pushes you back a bit, then wraps his other hand around his cock and jerks himself.

"Open wide," Don says, and you open your mouth, pushing your tongue out a little. That makes him moan, and he fists his dick faster, grunting a moment later, and splashing your face, mouth and chin with three thick spurts of cum. You lick your lips while he looks down at you, breathing heavily. Finally, the big man nods.

"Thanks, boy," he says, and without another word, he tucks his dick back into his jeans, zipping up and heading back into the bar. You stay there a moment, stunned, covered in dirty water and come, and saliva dripping from your ass, then slowly rise and tug up your wet and dirty pants. You sneak from the alley to the front of the bar and walk home, stunned at how your visit to the Midtown Pub turned out.

Definitely a birthday you'll never forget.

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