The Sex Muscle

My cock throbs. My head aches.

The alley behind the bar is dark. I stand perfectly still, hoping I blend into the blackness filling up this empty space.

My hand slides down my tank-top covered chest to my crotch. What I feel there is hard, stiff, insistent. My cock is my sex muscle, and I need to work it out tonight. Gotta see some action before I go home. I won't be able to sleep until my load is blown. The music from the bar pounds in my ears, making my head throb as hard as my dick does.

Someone's coming!

I back up against the brick wall behind me, hiding in plain sight. I imagine that my eyes are still visible even when the rest of me is gone -- two white eyes shining in the dark, like in a cartoon. Find myself wondering what I'd look like as a cartoon, probably big chest, big arms, big smile, tiny waist, powerful legs, butt from heaven and a face to die for.

Sure, it'd be exaggerated, but only a little.

Here comes the someone. He's walking steady, not staggering -- good, he's not drunk. Sloshed brain equals flaccid cock in my world.

I rub my own stiff rod, impatience filling me. Why can't he walk faster?

But now, in the moonlight, I see him clearly for the first time. And what a sight he is -- shorter than me, nice spunky blond hair, pretty little-boy face, T-shirt and shorts revealing slender arms and legs. His eyes are roaming, looking, searching...for me!

He finds me then, and we stare at each other. His face is open and excited, showing no trace of uncertainty or fear.

We both know why we're here, and together we embrace the darkness, welcoming its anonymity. Carnality rises in us, claiming us furiously. After a quick look around, he walks up to me.

No words are necessary.

I stroke my sex muscle through my jeans, and the man drops to his knees on the greasy pavement. He buries his face between my legs, and I hear him inhale deeply. I know the strong scent of denim and musk is filling his nostrils. Burying my fingers into the softness of his hair, I hold his head in place.

But I know he's exactly where he wants to be, and isn't going anywhere.

Reaching down with my other hand to unbutton my jeans, I'm greeted with a grunt. Like an animal, the man noses my hand away, and grabs the top of my fly with his teeth. With steady pressure he pulls, and I feel each button coming loose with delicious anticipation. The tight fabric gives way, and my boxer shorts are suddenly the only thing between him and my cock.

He lunges forward and plants his mouth on the bulge that marks my sex muscle's position. Exhaling strongly, his hot breath energizes me, making me even more excited and aroused, as if that were possible.

With one hand the man pulls my dick out through the crotch-hole of my shorts, and the night air greets it with desire.

Then he sucks my cock.

His warm, soft mouth engulfs my rod and sends shivers of pleasure all through my body, like ripples on water. It feels so fucking good I can hardly believe it. What if someone else comes into the alley? Nothing else matters right now, I don't care about anything. Being seen, being caught, is nothing.

My whole world, for this moment, is just the hot man kneeling in front of me, and the amazing cocksucking he's giving me.

He takes my tool in and out of his mouth, slurping and salivating all over it. He is obviously experienced, he might even be a hustler his lips and tongue are so talented. The bursts of pleasure are growing sharp and intense, but I'm not going to shoot so easily. Now that I have him, I'm not going to let this little cocksucker off so soon. Pulling away, my dick popped out of his mouth. He lets out a sound like one a scolded dog would make.

I pull my pants down to my knees and turn around. I shove my ass backwards, and he knows just what to do. The man puts his face in my butt and I feel his mouth opening and closing, massaging and caressing my most private area. Pushing back harder, I know what he wants, but he'll have to really show me he needs it before I give it to him.

He whines like a dog in heat -- now that's what I've been waiting to hear -- and I reach behind me and pull my asscheeks apart, exposing my hole to him. I feel his tongue sliding up and down, slick and firm and anxious. He rims me good, mouthing and licking my asshole. It feels incredible -- no matter how many times I get rimmed I still wonder at the sensation. Strange and alien one second, fantastically wonderful and erotic the next.

I bring one hand back and jerk myself a few times. My sex muscle is being energized, and it flexes and flares as if the exotic feeling of being rimmed is actually making my cock grow. Full and powerful and ready to explode.

But again I hold back. I can't shoot yet. This guy is too hot to give up so soon.

With him still working my asshole with his lips and tongue, I reach down into the pocket of my jeans. I try to get my fingers inside, but the fabric is wrinkled from being pulled down. Finally I get into my pocket and pull out a small square plastic packet. Ripping it open, I remove the condom and slide the latex lifesaver onto my erect cock.

Reaching behind me with one hand, I grab the guy's face and shove it backwards out of my ass. He grunts in frustration, until I turn around and show him what I have for him next.

Opening his mouth wide, my horny friend groans in pleasure as I shove my dick between his lips again. He does just what I want him to, slurp and slobber, getting my sex muscle wet and slippery and ready. It'll need to be slick for its next adventure -- the main attraction, you might call it.

I grab the cocksucker's head and yank him up to his feet. His lust-filled eyes are wide and watering in anticipation and desire. I kiss him, hard and rough, and he moans.

My hands find his crotch, yanking his fly open and jerking his shorts down.

Grabbing him by the shoulders, I spin him around so he's facing away from me. I back against the wall to brace myself, pulling him with me. Now my sex muscle is at his ass, aching for its workout, dying to be inside him. Pressing down on his back tells him what I want, and he obediently bends forward at the waist. He is lifting his butt into the air, and it is open and ready for me.

No time for subtlety. I shove my cock into him, all at once, knowing the shock to his system I'm causing and getting off on it. He yelps in pain but doesn't try to get away. He takes it like a man, bracing his feet and locking his knees in place.

I fuck him hard and fast, shoving myself in and out of his tender sweet ass. Trying to be quiet doesn't work, and I hear animalistic grunts and growls coming out of my mouth, keeping pace with the rhythm of my fucking. The cocksucker brings one of his hands up into his crotch, and I know he is jerking himself off while I screw him. He loves it, pushing back against me as if he wants even more of me inside him.

If there is more to give, I give it to him. Thrusting, taking, plowing, fucking, and soon he is ready to come. Tremors move through his body, and his excitement drives me to push even harder, to ram even faster. He reaches his climax then, and as he cries out in carnal ecstasy, and I know he is shooting his load onto the cracked pavement beneath us.

Then my own orgasm explodes inside me.

Fantastic pleasure courses through my body, like electrical current through a live wire. It is an incredible moment, a state of absolute intensity, devastating in its power. It ends as quickly as it came, and my cock empties its load of spunk into the condom that covers it.

When my bliss begins to fade, I pull myself out of the cocksucker slowly. I take the condom off and toss it into a nearby trash can.

He yanks his shorts up and turns to face me, then kisses me. I touch his cheek with the back of one hand, softly. Our adventure together was short, but I know we'll never forget it. Then he is leaving, walking away and disappearing around the corner, and I know I'll never see him again.

I pull my own pants up and fasten my belt, breathing a sigh of relief. My sex muscle has been satisfied for another night, and finally, I can go home and sleep.