I gasped as his hand landed on my hard cock, massaging me through my trousers. We were far enough into the alley that we couldn’t be seen by anyone leaving the bar, but we were still outside. I could still feel the fresh air on my skin and hear cars driving in the distance, with nothing but pavement and brick surrounding us.
I was hooking up with a strange man in an alley outside of a bar, but no matter how far outside of my experience that was, there was no way in hell I was going to stop now. The hot DJ with a tongue stud was kissing my neck and rubbing my body, and the raw, dirty pleasure of it seized me.
I grabbed Jet’s head and pulled him up for a deep, long kiss. “You’re filthy,” I told him.
Jet chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”
He slowly dropped into a squat, kissing across my chest and down my belly, then nuzzling his face to my crotch. I grabbed his shoulders when my hips bucked out. The stars were all out above us, and when I threw my head back and strangled a groan, I saw the sliver of the moon, too.
“Yeah, nice and hard,” Jet rasped as he pulled my pants open. He massaged my erection in my boxer briefs for a minute before pulling my underwear down, too, then instantly swallowed my cock. He dragged the tight vice of his mouth down my shaft, swirling his tongue, then pulled his lips back again. “You’re going to come in my mouth, Peyton,” he whispered, pumping me with his fist, now slick with saliva.
My thighs powered another thrust from my hips. “And you’re going to swallow it down,” I growled.
What the fuck? Where the hell did that come from?
Jet sucked me. He kissed and licked my tender crown, igniting trembles at my core. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I grabbed the back of his head and thrust deep again, slamming against the back of his throat, greedier than I’d ever been with a lover. Jet rewarded me by palming my balls and tugging them while he sucked me, then flicking his stud against my tip.
“Ughhh,” I groaned out wordlessly. I had to bite my lip hard to shut up, knowing someone could walk by at any minute. The slurping wet rhythm of Jet’s lips continued, and his stud beat across my crown, torturing the most sensitive part of me.
I rubbed the buzzed sides of his head, grabbed his shaggy hair, and thrust. “Driving me out of my fucking mind,” I groaned, thrusting again and again. He expertly handled me, fisting my base and squeezing just right until I was slamming against my orgasm.
“I’m going to come,” I grunted.
Jet pulled hard on my balls, igniting another explosion at my base. “I can taste it,” he said, flicked his tongue over my crown, and then swallowed me again.
The aching need to shoot finally overcame me. With another hard thrust, I filled his mouth. My whole body convulsed, and I choked on my groans. Jet let out greedy, hungry noises as he swallowed me down, still tugging my balls as I sprayed again and again.
I was ravenous, totally surprising myself and loving it. With a gasp, I pulled him up and slammed a deep kiss against his mouth. I could taste my own salty release, sticky on his lips, and without really thinking, I turned and pushed him against the brick.
When I dropped to my knees, Jet’s dick was already out, erect and pulsing in his hand. His shaft was thick, ending in a mushroom crown that leaked clear, pearly precum. The pavement was painfully hard against my knees and filthy, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to keep this going, whatever this was.
Sucking in a desperate breath, I wrapped my lips around his cock. I wasn’t really sure what I was doing, but Jet quickly took control, grabbing my head like I had grabbed his and sliding his cock across my lips. I curled my tongue along his veiny shaft and pursed my lips to hold him tighter, then bobbed my head with his rhythm.
Holy shit. I was sucking a cock.
I was sucking a cock, and I really liked it.
“Feels good,” Jet moaned quietly. “Suck me, just like that.”
I kept going, a whole new kind of pleasure and satisfaction thrumming through me while Jet leaked on my tongue. Every throbbing pulse was one I earned, and when I played with his balls, Jet thrust into me harder, then harder, restraining himself just enough that he didn’t hit the back of my throat.
“Going to come,” he grunted. “Suck me dry, Peyton.”
My cock twitched, still leaking, and I felt the warm thud of Jet’s crown finally hit against the back of my throat. I managed to not choke as he plowed again and again, stretching my jaw. His cock throbbed even thicker. Then he groaned my name and filled my mouth with his release. Not even thinking, I swallowed it down and tugged his balls, thirsty for more.
Whoa. I liked swallowing cum.
And I just exchanged blowjobs with a stranger in an alley.
It kept hitting me, over and over, how much I loved the musky scent in my face and the hard cock against my lips.
Peyton pulled me to my feet, and we both quickly tucked our cocks into our underwear and fixed our pants. He kissed me, gently this time, then stepped back as he dragged his eyes up and down my body. “You’re like a hot cub, just about to turn into a hot bear,” he told me.
I blinked. I thought I knew what that meant, but I wasn’t entirely sure, nor did I know how to feel about it. Fully invested in the act of being a confident, worldly guy, though, I just grunted. “Thanks.”
Jet gave me that easy smile. “Maybe I’ll run into you here again,” he said. “This was definitely memorable.”
I chuckled under my breath. “Yeah, memorable.”
