I was walking home from work, tie loose around my neck and jacket slung over my shoulder, when he came striding towards me on the quiet residential street. He was pure chav, the kind of rough lad that always turned my head. Short cropped hair, sharp features, and a lean, toned body that moved with arrogant swagger. Grey tracksuit top zipped halfway down, and below that, a pair of tight grey tracksuit bottoms that left nothing to the imagination. He was clearly freeballing. His thick, heavy cock swung and bounced visibly with every step, the fat outline of it stretching the thin material. One hand was shoved casually down the front of his trousers, slowly playing with himself as he walked.
I couldn’t stop staring. My eyes kept dropping to that fat, swinging bulge. As we passed each other he caught me. His eyes locked onto mine and a dirty, amused grin spread across his face. He knew. He knew exactly what this slim, toned gay boy was thinking. My cheeks burned but my own cock twitched hard in my work trousers.
A couple of days later I was at the local pub when I saw him again. Same tracksuit, same cocky energy. The second our eyes met across the crowded room he recognised me. He smirked, grabbed his bulge openly and gave it a slow, deliberate squeeze while staring straight at me. All night he teased me mercilessly. Every time I looked over he was groping himself, adjusting that fat dick, licking his lips, or just grinning like he owned me already. By the time last orders were called he gave me a direct nod towards the door.
I followed him out without hesitation.
The moment we were away from the main road he grabbed my arm and dragged me into a dark, narrow alley. Before I could even speak he shoved me roughly down onto my knees on the dirty concrete.
“Get on it then, you dirty little cunt,” he muttered.
He yanked the front of his tracksuit bottoms down under his balls and his big, heavy cock flopped out right in front of my face. It was long and thick, easily eight inches, with a slight downward curve and a fat, swollen head. Circumcised, veiny, and clearly filthy from a few days of constant wear. The strong, pungent smell hit me like a punch to the chest. A thick, heavy wave of pure unwashed man-stink rolled off him, days of built-up sweat, piss, musk, and groin cheese all mixed together. It was raw, masculine, and completely intoxicating. The kind of dirty, potent scent that only came from a proper scally lad who didn’t give a fuck about washing. My mouth watered instantly and my own cock throbbed painfully in my trousers.
I leaned in closer without thinking, drawn to that filthy smell like a moth to a flame. Up close it was even stronger. His heavy balls hung low and sweaty, covered in a light sheen, giving off that deep, acrid ball musk that made my head spin. The base of his cock was surrounded by dark, wiry pubes matted with dried sweat. I breathed him in deeply, letting that thick, dirty aroma fill my lungs completely.
He tasted even stronger than he smelled. The moment I wrapped my lips around the fat head, the sharp, salty bitterness exploded across my tongue. There was a strong cheesy tang underneath from being trapped all day in those warm tracksuit bottoms, mixed with the faint taste of dried piss and pure scally cock. Proper dirty, unwashed dick. I moaned loudly around his thickness, eyes fluttering as I swirled my tongue over the head and tried to take more of him. The taste was overwhelming, filthy and addictive at the same time.
He didn’t give me any time to ease into it. He grabbed the back of my head with both hands, fingers gripping my hair tightly, and shoved his hips forward. His thick cock forced its way deep into my throat in one rough thrust. Wet, sloppy gagging sounds immediately echoed off the alley walls as he started fucking my face hard and fast, using my mouth like a cheap fleshlight. His heavy, sweaty balls slapped rhythmically against my chin with every thrust, leaving streaks of his musk on my skin.
Every time my nose buried into his sweaty pubes I was hit with another blast of that raw, masculine scent. It was so thick I could almost taste it in the air. Pure dirty scally, days of sweat and grime baked into his groin. I could barely breathe but I didn’t care. I just sucked harder, drooling and gagging messily while he rammed his stinking cock down my throat again and again. The smell, the taste, the roughness, it was all driving me insane with lust.
After a few minutes he suddenly pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop, thick strings of spit and precum stretching from my swollen lips to his glistening, rock-hard cock. I was gasping for air, drooling messily down my chin, when he grabbed me by the hair and hauled me roughly to my feet. Before I could catch my balance he spun me around and slammed my chest against the cold, rough brick wall. The impact knocked the breath out of me.
He wasted no time. With one aggressive tug he yanked my work trousers and boxers down to my thighs, fully exposing my ass to the cool night air. I could feel him staring at me, breathing heavy.
He hawked up a thick, wet load of phlegm loudly and spat it right onto my tight hole. The warm, slippery glob landed perfectly and started sliding down. He immediately rubbed the fat, leaking head of his cock through it, smearing his spit and precum all over my entrance, teasing my rim with the swollen tip.
Then he pushed in. Hard.
“Fuck…” I gasped loudly as he forced his thick cock past my rim in one brutal thrust. The stretch burned in the best way, his fat length splitting me open with almost no mercy. He didn’t ease in or give me time to adjust. He just kept pushing until his heavy balls were pressed tight against me and every inch was buried deep in my guts.
He fucked me like I was nothing but a warm hole for his pleasure. No mercy, no warmup, just raw, animalistic pounding. Hard, fast, brutal strokes that slammed my toned body against the brick wall with every thrust. The loud, wet slapping sound of his hips colliding with my ass echoed through the dark alley. His thick, musky sweat was pouring off him now, and the heavy smell of dirty scally man completely surrounded me. That potent mix of groin sweat, balls, and unwashed cock filled my lungs with every desperate breath. It was filthy, masculine, and intoxicating.
I was moaning and whimpering like a slut within seconds, my legs shaking uncontrollably as he railed me. Each deep thrust sent jolts of overwhelming pleasure through my body. Being used so roughly by this proper bad boy scally lad in a dirty alley was driving me absolutely wild.
“Harder,” I begged, my voice cracking with need. “Please… fuck me harder.”
He let out a low, nasty laugh right next to my ear and tightened his grip on my hips until it almost hurt. Then he really let go, pounding me even deeper and faster. The wet, filthy sounds of his thick cock destroying my hole grew louder. I could feel his heavy balls slapping against me with every brutal thrust, his musky sweat dripping onto my back.
“Breed me,” I moaned desperately, pushing my ass back onto his cock like a whore. “Please cum inside me. Fill me up. I want your load so bad…”
That finally pushed him over the edge. He slammed into me balls-deep a few more times, growling like an animal, then buried himself as deep as he could go and started unloading. I felt his thick cock swell and pulse hard inside me as he pumped rope after thick rope of hot cum deep into my guts. He grunted loudly with every spurt, grinding his hips against my ass to make sure every drop stayed buried inside me.
He stayed buried to the hilt for a long moment, his cock twitching as the last of his load emptied into me, before he finally pulled out with a wet, obscene sound. I could already feel his warm cum starting to leak out of my ruined hole and trickle down my thighs.
His slimy, spent cock slapped wetly against his thigh. He casually shoved it back into his tracksuit bottoms, wiped his hands on them, then gave my bare ass a hard, dismissive slap.
Without another word he turned and walked off, leaving me there with my trousers around my thighs, his thick load already starting to leak down my legs, and the strong smell of his musk still clinging to my face and body.
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