Morning Coffee Run

I was having the nicest dream of sex so hot my cock was rock hard and hungry for action.  In my dream I was spread eagle with my face buried in a pillow waiting to be taken.  Even though I knew it was just a dream, I could feel my ass twitch in anticipation… then that annoying buzz started, pulling me out of that lovely dream.  Four am, every morning.  Reaching down, I gave my steel hard dick a quick squeeze and climbed out of bed.  While I waited for my dick to go down enough to take a leak, I threw on an old pair of shorts, a teeshirt and some shoes.  Then I splashed some cold water on my face, took that leak now that my dick was calm enough, and finally grabbed my keys and phone so I could begin my walk.  

This had been my pattern for a year, I got up early and the brisk forty minute walk to get my coffee first thing was a good way to start my day.  It was quiet and I rather enjoyed the surrounding darkness.  Now, I could just get that dream out of my head.  I had been so fucking horny lately my dick was hard all the time.  Between having to get up so early though and working a lot of hours meant play time for many months now and it was getting depressing.  Doubly depressing was the that I hadn’t found a good top in what seemed like ages.  Being a few inches north of six feet and solidly built meant topping 99% of the time.  No guys seemed to realize my desire to have some take control and be ridden hard.

As my neighborhood was kind of quiet and suburban, my only companion on these trips had always been my thoughts and the odd car making it’s way somewhere.  This morning though something changed, I noticed a truck idling outside an apartment building a few blocks down.  I thought it was a little odd until I noticed the the stack of newspapers in the back.  Then I saw the guy who walked out of the building.  He would have been perfect to help me relieve my tension.  Tall, even taller than me and lanky with a nice build, but I couldn’t really make his face out in the shadows.  He saw me walking towards him and gave me a nod and a quiet ‘Morning’.  His voice was deep, smoky and went straight to my balls.  

I slowed my pace and gave him a longer more in depth look, there definitely seemed to be a nice package on that lanky frame.  It was more than his package or his body though, there was something in the way he carried himself that made me want him.  Forcing myself not to proposition this man on the spot, I kept walking to get my coffee.  I heard his “Have a good one” and I thought there was something in his voice that told me he was more than aware of my checking him out.  Then through the entire day, my mind kept wandering back to him and the possibilities.  

The next several days were all the same, with me waking up rock hard and horny beyond belief and me seeing my newspaper delivery man in the morning shadows.  Each morning we would give each other a muttered good morning with a lingering glance.  And I finally saw his face clearly to under a shadowed floodlight from one of the apartment buildings.  I think he was in his late thirties with a scruffy beard and light olive skin.  He was a walking wet dream.  I just wasn’t sure how to break the ice and see if he wanted to take our flirtation farther, even if all he needed was a quick blow job.  

Then one morning some weeks later, I saw his truck parked in a small dark alley behind the row of stores facing the main street.  There he was just leaning back against his truck deep in the shadows where I could barely see anything.  Moving into the darkness, the one thing I could see was his hand massaging his crotch and him looking at me.  Quickly I veered closer to where he stood as my own dick instantly hardened.  

“You want to go to my apartment?” I said quietly, not sure about having sex in the alley where someone might see us.  Silently, he unbuttoned his fly and took out his cock.  Only  slightly hard, it was thick and uncut and beautiful.  While had never really done anything in public, the thought of being seen or getting caught only added to my excitement.  I wanted him badly.  I took a quick glance around as lust fought common sense.  Lust won by a landslide. 

Looking around one last time, I quickly dropped to my knees and took took the head of his not quite soft cock into my mouth.  The flavor was wonderful all musky and male with a bit of salt.  I used my tongue under his foreskin and suck the head.  Looking up I saw him watching me, and I swallowed more of his cock, taking him all the way down my throat and burying my nose in his in his crotch.  Still sucking, I felt his cock harden and grow in my throat.  It was getting bigger, much bigger and I was starting to have trouble breathing as it fully hardened all the way down my throat.  

Pulling off his cock, I saw it was at least eight inches, possibly more with a nice thickness to it.  Using my tongue to lick up and down the shaft before returning to suck the head.  I could just barely taste the sweetness of his pre-cum when I felt his hands on my head pushing me down his cock.  My throat stretched out to accommodate his thickness as best it could, his cock again slid deep into my hungry throat.  Suddenly I was nose deep in his pubes and couldn’t breath but he kept my head there for just a few seconds before pulling back out.  Then he started to slowly fuck my throat, using my mouth like to please him however he wanted.  I was there for his pleasure alone. 

My hands ran up his denim encased legs to his solid ass and helped him fuck my face harder and faster.  Drool was running down my chin and my eyes were closed in pleasure.  I was so wanting to taste his load.  It didn’t matter I was on my knees in a dark alley and anyone could come by.  It didn’t matter I didn’t know his name.  I only knew I needed to serve this man.  To feel his cum fill my mouth and drink it down.  

My own cock was rock hard and ready to shoot without touching myself just by sucking his dick.  His hands grew tighter on my head and his thrusts more forceful and I knew he was close.  Suddenly with a groan, he force his cock all the way down and I felt the the pulses along his shaft as he came.  I was starting to gag and couldn’t breathe but after a moment he pulled back to let me savor the last couple of spurts of his seed.  It was rich and salty and tasted amazing.  Very gently, I used my tongue to clean his cock of any lingering cum and licked his balls clean for good measure.  

Without a word, he buttoned his jeans back got in his truck and drove off with me kneeling in alley with my dick rock hard.  Knowing I would never be able to finish my walk with my dick so hard, I pulled it out and with two quick pulls came in the darkness.  Quickly, I got up and tried to finish my walk as best I could.  

That night, I dreamt of him fucking me.  I could almost feel him inside me in the dream, that hard cock filling me over and over and making me the instrument of his pleasure.  When I woke up before my alarm I was so close to orgasm my dick was so hard it literally hurt.  Laying on my bed in the darkness, I slid my hand down and gave my cock a hard pull before moving down to touch my hole.  I grabbed a glob of lube and slowly used my finger to tease myself.  I didn’t even dare touch my cock after that dream it was so hard. I was barely able to get in more than a finger when the evil alarm clock interrupted my impromptu playtime.

I hopped out of bed and began my morning ritual to start my walk but in the hopes of a repeat of yesterday and more, I added a bit more lube to my hungry ass.  Much to my disappointment though, I didn’t see him this morning.  I almost stopped to wait for him but forced myself keep walking.  Then I saw his truck farther up the on the main street.  Noticing me, he gave a quick look before walking into a small walkway between two small store fronts.  I quickly followed into the darkened space, which was really nothing more than a passage between the front and back of the building.  While almost pitch black it was even more open than the alley since it was along the main drag.  Just back in the shadows he waited, leaning against a wall with his groin pushed out. 

I dropped to my knees in front of him and rubbed my face in his crotch, loving the feel of the rough denim on my skin and his hardening cock.  Unbuttoning his pants, I took his dick out and quickly swallowed it down to the root and started sucking.  I loved how his cock felt as it hardened in my mouth, his cock tasted good.  Using my hand on his shaft, I concentrated on the head, sucking and swirling my tongue in that wonderful foreskin.  Once again his hands came up and he started to fuck my face in quick hard thrusts.  But I wanted his dick in my ass.  

Breaking free from his grip, I looked directly at him and uttered two works, “Fuck me.” They came out sounding almost like a plea.  I could see something almost like indecision cross his face as his own lust battled his common sense, so I added a third word “Please.”  

He took a small step back and grabbed me roughly and pulled me up.  I immediately turned around and bent over partway, using the wall to steady myself.  He skimmed down my shorts and ran his hands over my muscled ass and spread my cheeks.  I shivered in anticipation.  Reaching my hole he discovered I was already lubed.  I felt the head of his cock against my ass, then felt the width of the head as he made entry.  He made the slow slide into me and I tried not to gasp out loud at the burn.  It had been so long since I had been fucked and his cock was big but I so wanted to get fucked.

Finally, I could feel him balls deep inside me and he started to fuck.  The only sounds coming from the alley were my little whimpers of pleasure and the carnal slap of skin on skin.  He moved closer as he pounded my ass.  Leaning forward he whispered in my ear “You like that you slut?  You like getting fucked raw by a stranger in a dark alley?”

Moaning I whispered back, “Yes, God yes, fuck me.  Use me for your pleasure as hard as you want Sir.”  I pushed back against him and started squeezing my ass around his cock.  

“Jesus, do that again slut.” He said and I did.  Then he started moaning and really fucking my ass hard, and I loved every second of it.  Here was a man who was using me for his pleasure alone and was giving me what I craved.  His whispered groans grew more intense as his thrusts came faster.  “God your ass was made for fucking you whore. I’m going to breed you, turn you into my own personal cum bucket.  I should bring some friends to your apartment and fucking take turns with your ass and mouth.”  

All I could do was moan and whisper guttural affirmations to his dirty talk.  I suddenly felt his cock grow larger and his thrusts almost animal like roughness.  Then I felt a soothing of the friction in my ass as he came.  Knowing that I had given this man so much pleasure, my own cock shot without me even touching it in one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever experienced.  My ass clenched around his cock again and again as I shot against the wall. 

He pulled out as I tried to catch my breath and gave me hard slap on the ass.  “Thanks.” was all he said as he walked down the walkway to his truck, leaving me there with my shorts down and my ass used.  Which only made me want him again and again.  Pulling up my shorts, I stumbled home figuring the hard fuck counted as aerobic exercise.  In the back of my mind I was trying to figure out how to get him in my bed for much longer session of sucking, fucking and service.

I didn’t see him again though, for the next few weeks there was someone else delivering papers in the morning.  I jacked off countless times to memories of him using me in the alley and creating more fantasies of how I could give him pleasure.  Then one morning I heard a quiet knock on my door as I was about to head out for my walk.  Checking the peephole, he was there.  Unlocking the door, I dropped to my knees.