"I want it sooner than that."
From Create Your Own Story
“Right here? Quick and dirty in the alley, then?” Len grins. “I can dig that.”
You dig into your pocket and pull out your little bottle of lube, and Len grins, sending his cigarette bobbing in his lips. He undoes his belt, and lowers his jeans, then his underwear, revealing a nice, fat, cut dick with a more-than-respectable 8 1/2" length, and a bulbous, mushroom head. He starts to stroke himself, hardening quickly.
“Think this big fucker’ll do the trick?” he asks.
“Absolutely,” you say, and give him the lube. You undo your own belt and jeans, and tug them down to nearly your knees, then slide your underwear down as well. Your own dick – already worked up from your time in the bathroom – bounces up when freed, and Len smiles.
“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 doesn’t need any more prodding. 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.
“Dirty alley whore, aren’t you?” 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 cigarette. He hands you yours.
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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