Alleyway Encounter

I saw him at the 7-11. I had walked over from the dorm to take a break from studying. He was about 17 or so. He was wearing shopworn, used, old jeans that hugged his tight butt and legs. His basket was clearly visible, hanging loosely in the denim. The jeans and his work boots had stains in spots, evidence of “honest work”. His white T-shirt hugged him like a second skin, outlining his cut pecs. Dirty blond hair poked out from under his baseball cap.

He turned from the cooler and suddenly I was staring into his ice-blue eyes. He grunted and pushed past me. I abruptly realized I was holding my breath and let it go with whisper. Shaking my head in wonder I finished my purchase and headed out of the store.

I headed down the street toward my dorm building walking quietly in the dark. I’d gone a couple of blocks when I heard someone loudly say, “Hey, kid!” I looked around and realized it was coming from behind me. It was him, the guy from the 7-11.

He jogged up behind me and grabbed my arm, propelling me in front of him. He moved fast forcing me into the next alley. His grip tightened and we didn’t slow until we were at the end of the alley beside a big green dumpster.

He yanked my hands over my head and shoved my back against the wall. A lone streetlight at the head of the alley cast an eerie glow. He reached for my wallet with his free hand and flipped it open. “Mitchell, huh?” He said, looking at my license. He used his fingers to fish out my cash, dropping the wallet, and stuffing the twenty dollar bill down his front pocket.

“You’re a faggot, aren’t you?” he demanded. I looked at him wide-eyed. He grabbed my throat and knocked my head back. “Answer!”

I was mesmerized and terrified. I nodded dumbly. “Yea, I knew you were when I caught you checking out my ass.” He came closer, putting his lips near my ear, his voice lowering dangerously. “Wanna suck my dick, don’t you, homo?” He ground his bulge against my leg, forcing his thigh between my legs, pushing it against my crotch.

He leaned into me, his chest pressing against me. My dick stiffened against him. He smiled wickedly. “Yea, your lucky day, fag.” He shoved me to the ground. “Get down there.” He pushed his crotch into my face, rubbing it around my mouth. I could smell his sweat through his jeans. I could feel his hard dick. My breathing grew shallow and rapid. My cock was straining at my jeans. I stared up at him, towering over me, hungrily.

His zipper made a ripping noise as he lowered it. He reached in and pulled out his cock. It slapped against my cheek, rubbing against me. “Suck my cock …” He held it’s eight inches in front of my face, pushing the throbbing head against my lips. I dropped my jaw and he slid it in my mouth.

“Yeah … open wide.” He said, pushing the whole length inside my mouth. I gagged slightly as it pressed against the back of my windpipe. “Yea.” He pushed it in further, then pulled it out almost all the way. Then he rammed it in again. He leaned against me, putting his palms against the wall for leverage. He started pumping his hips in and out. “Uh.” He grunted. “I’m fuckin your face. You like your nose pinned in my thick dick fur, huh?” He looked down at me. He pushed his cock all the way so that my face was pressed against his belly, looking down at me.

He started pumping again. I tightened my lips around his rod, moaning slightly, saliva dripping around his meat. “Yea, stick that thing in your mouth. Pound it in your face, my bone goin’ in and out of your mouth.” His dick started to get hotter. I could taste him. He shoved it in hard, pounding my throat. I tried to milk his cock with my mouth. I could taste him dripping.

“Yea, you love it, don’t you. Yea.” He moaned, looking above. I reached around and grabbed his butt, feeling how firm and tight his ass was. I pulled him toward me, pushing his cock further into my throat. “Un!” He growled, sweat dripping off his nose. “I’m fuckin’ your mouth like a cheap whore’s pussy.” He jammed his cock in and out of my throat. I sucked hard on it, my cheeks caving in. I ran my hands up and down his butt, feeling his legs.

“Oh yea!” He growled. “I’m gonna pour my load in your mouth.” His pistoning quickened, banging my head against the wall. Saliva drooled out of my mouth as I moaned. My dick was rock hard in my pants. I felt wetness at the tip of his dick.

He pumped his dick into the back of throat. “Un! Un! Un!” He grunted with each thrust. He stiffened and I felt his cock throb against my tongue. “I’m cumin’ in your mouth faggot! Drink it!” He yelled. He shook and I felt his cum shoot down my throat, forcing me to swallow fast.

He groaned and let his dick slip between my lips. It flopped out and slapped wetly against my face, twitching. It left a line of spit and cum on my cheek. I sucked the tip into my mouth, holding it in my hand. I licked up and down the length.

I stared up at him, lusting for this kid who’d just fucked my face. I kept my hold on his cock. “Yea … I’m your faggot … make me take it.” I pleaded. I sucked his cock into my mouth and then let him pull it out. My breath was coming in short gasps. “Use me. Shoot that load. Let me swallow it.”

He put his hand around the base of his dick and slapped his meat in my face. He put his other hand on my forehead and shoved his cock back into my mouth. “Suck that dick faggot … lick my balls … I’m gonna fuck your tight ass next!” I suctioned hard on his cock, wanting him to stay stiff. “You’re a good little cocksucker.”

I moaned when he pulled it out. He slapped it against my face again. “Oh man … yea … push me down make me clean your dick.” I begged as he tapped the tip against my lips. His baseball cap was at a wild angle. His face was pointed down at me, silhouetted by the streetlight, hiding his features. Sweat dripped off of his nose and landed on my face.

Abruptly, he jabbed all eight inches into my mouth forcing its full length in. “Yea.” He said, his voice low and husky. “I’m grindin’ my dick down your throat.” He put his hands on the back of my head and started pumping his dick in hard and fast. “Un. Fuckin’ that mouth real good.” He shifted his weight slightly and grabbed my hair. He jerked my head back and forth, pounding my face into his pubic hair, his balls slapping my chin.

He pulled his cock out and tightened his grip on my hair, shaking my head from left to right. “You’re lovin’ it fag! Little whore!” He said. He jerked my head back, his dick bobbing in front of me. I opened my lower jaw, wanting to taste it again. His hand slapped against my face. “Aren’t you?!”

I moaned. “Yea, I want it … I’m begging for it … slap my face with it … make me plead for it.”

He yanked on my hair again. He dragged me up to a standing position. “Turn around faggot … spread your legs.” He rolled me against the wall until my face and stomach were pressed against the bricks. He pulled my arms over my head, pushing my palms against the building. I heard his top button pop as he opened his jeans He reached around and yanked at my top but- ton. He shoved my jeans down below my hips. He yanked on the back of my briefs, pulling them down roughly. My dick jumped over the waistband as it passed, twitch- ing against the wall.

He put his hand against the back of my head and pushed my face into the building. I felt him press his body in contact with me. His hard-on pressed against my butt. “Spread your legs … get that ass ready.” He ordered. He put his boots against my feet and kicked them apart. I was whimpering with anticipation and fear. I wanted it bad. I wanted to feel it. I spread, raising my butt for a better angle.

“Yea.” He growled, his breath hot in my ear. He rubbed his dick, slick with spit up and down my crack. He pushed the knob up against my ass. “I’m stickin’ my 8 inch cock in your tight ass.” I felt him push it in slightly.

The pain hit almost immediately as he forced it in. “Yea … Yea! I can feel it … Wait please wait a second just let me relax.” He was as hard as iron, pushing his cock inside my ass. It shoved up against my sphincter. I inhaled sharply at the pain.

“FUCK NO!” He said and knocked my head into the wall. “Shut up and take it … I’m pushin’ it all the way in!” I felt him lean against me with all his weight. His cock forced it’s way past like a metal pole, impaling me, ripping me open. “Ooohhh baby it feels good in there.” He moaned.

“Uh ahhh!” I yelled. “Oh Jesus. I can feel you push it all the way in … wait please wait just wait a second.” I begged. He ignored me and pulled his dick out, shoving it back in hard. “Un! Un!” I gasped as he jerked it in and out, burning my ass from the shear force of his eight inch rod sliding inside me.

He pulled his dick out so that the tip was up against my asshole. I breathed with relief. “Now gimme that hot ass.” He ordered. “Push back on my cock … fuck my cock faggot.”

I slumped against the wall in relief. “Wait, please.” I begged. “Give me a second.” I pressed my body against the cool brick, trying to catch my breath.

He stepped to my side so fast I didn’t quite see him. His fist slammed against my kidney, just hard enough to get my attention. “You better, or I’ll fuck you till you bleed!” He jerked me back around so he was behind me again and jammed his cock inside my ass for good measure, pumping it in and out a few times, making me yelp. He yanked it out again and moved back a step.

“Uh yes sir! I’ll fuck your cock sir!” I bent a bit at the waist and looked back, bracing myself against the building. I pushed back until I felt the pressure build against my ass.

He put his hand around his cock and shoved it inside. I pushed toward him, feeling his dick go all the way in. I tightened my stomach muscles and sphincter, feeling his rod pull out. I did it again. Then again. “Faster bitch … fuck it real good … make me cum.” I bent some more and started pushing back as fast as I could.

All at once, He pulled me against him, burying his cock to the hilt. I hissed all of the air out of my lungs as I felt it jab inside me. He held onto my waist, leaning his chest against my bent over form. He kicked my feet, collapsing me. He held onto me, keeping me impaled on his long cock. He made me drop to my hands and knees, facing down the alleyway.

He reached up and yanked my head back by my hair, forcing me to look up at the alley light, riding me like a horse. He shook my head back and forth. He kept up his pace, pushing his hard dick in and out. “I’m fuckin you like you want it fag.” He said heavily between breaths.

“Yes sir yes sir.” I moaned. I pushed back, feeling his dick slice in and out. “I can feel how hard you are.” He jabbed his cock in harder, moving faster. “Yea use me … I’m a fag … I wanna get fucked hard by you.”

“It’s hard and thick.” He said. His cock jabbed forward, buried to the hilt. He rubbed his hair against my butt. “I’m strechin’ your tight ass, I’m gonna make you sit on it next slut!”

“Yea.” I moaned. His balls slapped against my ass. My whole body jerked with the force of each thrust. He yanked my hair again, shaking my head. “Make me beg for your cock.”

His fucking got faster. His cock was going in and out in quick bursts. His breathing was ragged. “In gonna use your faggot ass as a cum dumpster!” He said, pulling back on my hair. He pulled out fast and jabbed it all the way in, punching his cock all the way in, again and again. “I’m gonna keep you beggin’ for more.”

“Uh uh uh! Fuck me!” I yelled. I was crying, tears starting to run down my face. “It hurts but I want it … I want you to use me.” I pushed my ass against him, tightening my muscles.

“Oooohh yeah! That’s good!” He moaned, his balls slapping my cheeks. He heard me whimpering and shook my head hard, ripping on my hair. “Stop cryin’ and take it like a man!” He reached over and knocked my arms out from under me. I dropped onto the pavement, he shoved my face into the ground, my butt in the air. He braced himself on his legs and held himself up propping himself up with his arms, arching his body. I could feel his dick slamming in and out of my stretched ass.

My face was jammed into the pavement. I moaned softly. “Make me beg.” My own cock was rock hard by now. It was jumping and twitching from my ass getting pounded.

“I’m pumpin’ you real good.” He grunted. His abdomen made slapping noises against my cheeks. He slammed his cock in and out. “You good for nothin’ fag … I’m gonna’ cum!!!!”

He was tearing me apart. “I’m splitting open.” I yelled, my face jerking against the ground. “I need it hard! Teach this queer how to serve a man!!” I pushed up against him, helping him get in deeper.

His rod was sliding in and out fast and smooth now. “Oh yeah baby….shove that ass up on my dick!” He ordered. I was milking his cock with my ass, squeezing it. He slapped my ass. “Yeah … I’m cummmin’! Oh yeah baby … shit!”

“Shoot your load in my faggot ass … pump that dick in!” He kept pistoning and groaning, finally collapsing on top of me. I moaned and yelled as my own cock jerked. My load shot out and splashed against the pavement.

He pulled out, kneeling behind me. “It’s run- nin’ out your ass.” He said, sliding his cock between my cheeks, smearing them with cum. “You’re a good little faggot … can I fuck you again sometime?” He flipped me over onto my back. My dick was jumping up against my stomach, dripping cum.

“Faggots need to get fucked.” I said to him. I looked at his boy face, his great body. My jaw dropped open, staring at his still hard, dripping dick.

His ice-blue eyes drilled into mine. “Do it … suck it again … suck it longer this time.” I got up on all fours and crawled toward him. I opened my mouth and pushed forward. His cock slid in. I sucked it all the way into my throat, savoring the taste, burying my face in his wiry hair again. “You faggots love dick don’t you? Gotta have it every day!” He said.

I let his cock slip out. I held it in my hand, wet with my spit. “Yes sir.” I said. I lapped at his rod. I ran my tongue over it, cleaning all the cum off. I loved the musty taste.

“You’d go crazy if you didn’t have my dick wouldn’t you cocksucker?” He said, watching me. I sucked his cock into my mouth again.

I let it slip out, jacking it with my hand, “Uh uh. Yes sir … I’m just hear for your dick. He leaned back against the wall, yanking my face down on his dick. “I’ll make it hard again.” I moaned to him.

“It’s already hard! Keep suckin sissy!” He pushed on the back of my head, forcing his cock into my throat. He yanked my mouth off his dick suddenly. His hand slapped my face with a crack. “YEAH … I’M GONNA TRAIN YOU HOW TO SUCK MY COCK JUST RIGHT … MAKE ME CUM DOWN YOUR NASTY THROAT.” He jerked my face down by my hair. He started pumping my head up and down. His cock jammed into my windpipe. I relaxed my throat muscles and he forced his cock farther down. “Bet you had lots of dick down that throat … right fag!”

I moaned. “Yes sir … choke me with it … I can suck your dick… teach me how … make me learn what it’s like with a man.” He pulled me down hard again, burying my nose in his hair, his balls against my lips. I slipped up and down, working my jaw, getting his dick hard and slick with saliva.

“I’m gettin’ close.” He groaned. I grabbed his pole and started jacking it at the same time I slid my mouth up and down his eight inches. “Oh yeah, make me cum faggot … taste that hot cum in your mouth!” He ordered.

He yanked my head up and down on his fuckstick. He pounded my face into his hair. I wanted it, I could taste it. I needed his manjuice. “It’s lodged down your throat! I’m pourin’ cum into it!” He yelled. His palm started slapping sharply against the back of my head. “Oh yea … slap you faggot … fags gotta learn to suck.” He jerked hard on my hair, jambing his cockhead farther down my throat than before. “I’m cummmmmin’!”

His dick started to spasm, jerking against my mouth. Just as quickly, he jerked my mouth off his dick by my hair. He gripped his hard-on and pointed it, shooting cum on my face and in my hair. The smell of his semen overwhelmed me. I opened my mouth, taking some shots on my tongue. I had cum dripping on my face drying in my hair. It was leaking out of my sore ass from his big tool.

He let out a deep breath, pushing me away. He stood up, stretching. He looked beautiful in the dim light. He bent down and pulled his shorts, boxers I noticed now, and his jeans up. He pulled the zipper, looking down at me. He buttoned them. “Yeah baby … you’re a good cocksucker. I’m gonna make you suck my dick every night … rape your ass too!”

I pushed myself to my knees, my pants a mess around my thighs. “Yes sir … Thank you sir.” Cum dripped down my face. “I hope that next time when you force me on my knees that you bring some of your friends with you.”

He stepped forward real fast. His hand smacked my face hard, smearing cum. “Fuck no!…You’re just for me faggot … Don’t forget it!” He wiped his palm roughly on my shirt. “I’ll kick your faggot ass if you suck any other cock from now on! I mean it!”

“Yes sir.” I said. Looking at his beautiful face. “I’ll only suck your cock.”

“Good … see ya tomorrow night.” He started to walk out of the alley. He stopped and turned back to look at me. “Be good fag.” He walked away again. He started laughing, shaking his head. “Gotta go … my girlfriend’s coming … thanks faggot … great little cocksucker!”