There's nothing quite like a quick, anonymous fuck. I was walking down an alley to a gay bar I frequent. I've heard that things happen in the alley, but had never experienced it myself. As I was walking down the alley, someone jumped from the shadows and grabbed me. He grabbed my hands and held me up against the dirty brick wall.
"You want to be fucked?" a gravely voice asked me.
"Yes," I said after a moment's hesitation.
"Drop your pants," he said as he let go of my hands.
No, no, you should know now that yes, you're right. There are a few, and a very few, people who absolutely adore this job. I always thought that about the best job you get must be to work at a movie theater. Well, certainly there are better. This is just the best job you can get where the ticket prices do not apply to you. I'm Aidan, as my name badge says.
I gather the most pleasure from having a nice hard cock in my mouth and a man forcing me to suck it. To understand why this is you have to look at where it all began. It all began when I was just thirteen. I spent the summers with my mom at our cottage in the valley. The cover read "Slaves to Cock".
Taking the job as the training assistant for the local football team introduces me to Chad. Chad stood about six foot two, brown eyes, light complexion and a swimmers' build with gorgeous blond hair.
I reached down and unzipped my jeans. He grabbed the sides of my pants and pulled them along with my underwear.
"Keep your hands on the wall," he said. I did so, assuming the position that criminals take when they are being frisked.
I heard him unzip his pants and slip on a condom. He grabbed my hips, stuck a rather thing prick between my cheeks and pressed in. His head popped into my ass and he kept on going. At least eight inches slid into my ass before I felt his balls against my ass. He then started sliding in and out of me with wild abandon. His hands stayed on my hips as he pulled me against him. His pubic hair scratched my ass as did the zipper from his jeans. He fucked me hard. My hands stayed on the wall, as I pushed my ass against him to take him as deep as I possibly could.
He slammed into my ass again and again making my entire body shiver and shake.
"Oh, damn," he said "I'm gonna cum"
He slammed deep into my ass one last time as he filled the condom with his cum. With one last shake, he pulled out of my ass. Pulled the condom off of his prick, dropped it to the ground, zipped up and was gone. I turned to see him disappear into the shadows and he was gone. I grabbed the condom from the dirty ground and slid it onto my own throbbing cock. I started stroking my cock as his lovely manjuice covered my dick. I came in just a few minutes and my cum mixed with his.
What fun!
written by nvwriter2000
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