Sex 1.0

Time and tone…

“Bang A Gong” by T. Rex (Electric Warrior in 1971, Vinyl, Reprise (US) and Fly (UK))

“Slow Ride” by Foghat (Fool for the City in 1975, Vinyl, Bearsville)

“Sister Ray” by Velvet Underground (White Light/White Heat in 1968, Vinyl, Verve)

We lock eyes and I know you’re the one. I see it, your willingness to do as I wish. Others may want the same thing as I, a most unfortunate conflict that has led to amusement in the past. Do we want for the same? I know just by looking, you do not and will submit to my desires, and thus fulfill your own.

I follow you through the club, you disappear among the sweaty bodies dancing then within the dark shadows around the perimeter. But I know where you will go and in the long corridor that passes the toilets, leading to the alley out back, I see you stroll down it. The widely spaced lights have you come into view in full color, then fade into a dark silhouette. A blue denim shirt that billows behind you as you move to the door at the end of the corridor. In brief moments, your tight jeans are revealed, the seat full of round muscular ass cheeks I imagine putting my hands upon. I can see it, a hand on each one, squeezing and digging fingers into firm flesh. Then a parting, revealing my target. You look back to make sure I’m following, then slip out the door. I smile at the obviousness of what we intend and so do the guys leaning against the wall waiting to get into one of the toilets. I know most are there to relieve themselves, but a few will use the stalls differently. Will be drugs, or sex?

I pass the guys seeing their knowing looks and I nearly laugh. Yes, boys, I’m going to fuck him. Care to watch? I think as I near the door.

The alley is dark at the door with only a dim security light at each end of it. Rolling dumpsters sit at each end, their rusting hulks lit up in the light, and in between, it is dark. Trash sits against the walls along with gas meters, power meters and to my left a fire escape, the bottom run hovering just out of reach over the alley. And to my right, I see your silhouette. I see the shape of your head, with your long hair falling to your shoulders, and the glow of the cigarette when you take a smoke. A second passes then smoke rises from your nose and mouth. I look down your torso as I approach and suppress a laugh at your hand manipulating cock. You are indeed wanting. The cock curves upward and your hand follows its shape, slowly, teasingly, and I stop to watch as I feel my own cock through my tight jeans. I feel it stir, begin to enlarge and stretch out as best it can. I’m aroused and suddenly feeling inpatient.

I move up to you and grab you by the neck pulling you forward until our lips meet. We kiss. Lips against lips, then open mouthed, tongues dueling. I press against you, pushing my hardening cock against your cock. I feel your bare cock press into my crotch, and I push harder, forcing you against the wall. I pull back and look at your dark silhouette.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I utter. I state it as fact, not a question and I feel your fingers on my crotch. They dig into the worn faded denim, then tug at the fly. The buttons release, one after the next, until the front spreads wide. I can feel your fingers with greater intensity, the thin cotton briefs not much of a barrier to you.

I put my hands on your shoulders and push down. It doesn’t take much, and I watch you slide down the wall. You descend slowly and along the way, you tug down my jeans and briefs. The warm night air hits exposed flesh and my cock flexes. I see you squat down between me and the wall, reach up and take me in hand, and give me a few strokes before putting your lips to the head and sink half of my cock into your mouth. I moan while pushing the last half into it. I feel you on my cock, the swallowing around the head and the gasp for breath. I ease back until only the head remains in your hot slick mouth.

“Suck.”

It’s all I need to say, and you move on me, back and forth. I grow to full erection; I’m hard as rock and feel every touch. Your mouth moving along my cock. Your fingers digging into my ass cheeks as you steady yourself. A knee brushing against my leg. I struggle to hold still, but do so, savoring the feel of your mouth. You push me closer and closer, until I’m almost at the point of no return, and I push your head back as I pull away. My glistening wet cock bobs in front of me.

“Get up,” I utter, my voice betraying my high arousal state.

As you stand, I grab you and spin your around. Facing the wall, I take you by the neck and push until you’re against it. I hold you against the filthy wall and hear you moan. With my other hand, I tug your shirt down your arms and toss it on the ground. Your jeans are around your ankles, and I step on them. You know what to do, and tug one foot free, letting your sneaker come off. I kick your legs apart and move closer. I rub my cock over your ass knowing I’m leaving a trail of slick across them.

“Spread them,” I whisper in your ear, then I tug on the earlobe. You moan again and push back against me. I lean back and see you reach around and spread your cheeks. I rub my cock in the dark valley until the head moves slickly over the skin. You moan and push back.

“Fuck…put it in me. Come on, stick me,” you utter with such desperation I’m tempting to make you wait.

But I take pity on you and push. You shudder and grunt as I breach your tightness. I can feel how your opening squeezes my cock and I flex with greater arousal, then push deeper. And I kept pushing until pressed against your nice firm ass.

“You got me,” I whisper in one ear.

Your head tilts down.

“Fuck,” you utter.

And I do.

I take you by the waist and tug outward, then shove inward. Over and over, I work my cock inside you until I’m in a steady fuck. The smack of flesh against flesh echoes down the alley, then you get noisy, uttering profanities and urging me to fuck harder.

I do.

I grab a hand full of your hair and tug your head back until your shoulders curve toward me. I hold tight and thrust into your depths. My leaking cock moves slickly in your hole, and it makes me feels my masculinity, my sex, and I drive into your depths, over and over, pushing myself to the brink.

“I’m going to cum,” I utter as I hammer cock into your depths.

“Fuck…pump that shit in me,” you reply.

I shove into your depths until pressed against ass and back, and I cum. I shudder with the pleasure of it, feeling my cock spew wad after wad into your hole. I pull back and jam my cock into your depths with my last ejaculations until spent, then I hold my slick cock in you.

I don’t go flaccid but remain hard. And wanting. I reach around and take your dripping cock and stroke it. Slowly, painfully slow, I move my hand along the curved shaft and over the wet head. You shudder and push against me. It renews my arousal and I begin to fuck, pushing inward as I slam my fish downward. Pull outward while moving my hand up to your flared head. My pace is slow so you can feel every goddamn inch slide though your loosened opening. You shudder with my ministrations and move against me, whorishly, taking my cock, then thrusting your cock through my fist.

“Fuck that ass on my cock,” I utter and hold still, letting you do all the work. Your ass smacks against my abdomen then your cock thrust through my fist, over and over. You have no rhythm, too aroused and excited to maintain one. But it’s the physical nature of our fuck that winds me up.

I spin you around facing the guys at the rear door watching. An arm around your neck, I pull, arching your back. The dim light illuminates your body. Bare chest, heaving stomach, and hard cock protruding through my fist. I slammed cock into your depths rocking you forward and feel my first load pump out of your hole. It wets my sac and drips on my thigh. I know you have to feel it too. Does it run down your legs?

“OHhhhh,” you moan and your cock flexes in my fist.

I see it, white wads fly outward spattering on the ground. I feel your release, the spasm of your opening around my cock as I piston in your depths. It is so arousing, I shove into your depths and cum. I shudder and jerk as I jam my cock into you, lost to every ejaculation.

Then it is over.

I pull out, wipe my wet cock on your shirt, and get dressed. You stand there naked, jeans and briefs around one ankle and cock dripping, staring forward. I wonder if you see the guys looking on, or are you lost into your own thoughts. I imagine you reliving our fuck, savoring how it felt. I step around and grab your neck, pulling you to me. A quick kiss and a superficial ‘thanks’, and I head to the rear door. Two guys, hard cocks out, pass me and I know your night is just beginning.