XPost: alt.support.girl-lovers, alt.support.boy-lovers, alt.fan.prettyboy   
   From: positivesexfiend@hotmail.com   
      
   Hey, bobandcarole and all of the other haters: no doubt you will enjoy this   
   story.  I am sure it will help you get off.   
      
    Alleyway Encounter (m/m)   
    by hotsmile@aol.com (HotSmile)   
      
           I saw him at the 7-11.  I had walked over from   
    the dorm to take a break from studying.  He was about   
    17 or so.  He was wearing shopworn, used, old jeans   
    that hugged his tight butt and legs.  His basket was   
    clearly visible, hanging loosely in the denim.  The   
    jeans and his work boots had stains in spots, evidence   
    of  "honest work".  His white T-shirt hugged him like   
    a second skin, outlining his cut pecs.  Dirty blond   
    hair poked out from under his baseball cap.   
      
           He turned from the cooler and suddenly I was   
    staring into his ice-blue eyes.  He grunted and pushed   
    past me.  I abruptly realized I was holding my breath   
    and let it go with whisper.  Shaking my head in wonder   
    I finished my purchase and headed out of the store.   
      
           I headed down the street toward my dorm building   
    walking quietly in the dark.  I'd gone a couple of   
    blocks when I heard someone loudly say, "Hey, kid!"  I   
    looked around and realized it was coming from behind   
    me. It was him, the guy from the 7-11.   
      
           He jogged up behind me and grabbed my arm,   
    propelling me in front of him.  He moved fast forcing   
    me into the next alley.  His grip tightened and we   
    didn't slow until we were at the end of the alley   
    beside a big green dumpster.   
      
           He yanked my hands over my head and shoved my   
    back against the wall.  A lone streetlight at the head   
    of the alley cast an eerie glow.  He reached for my   
    wallet with his free hand and flipped it open.   
    "Mitchell, huh?"  He said, looking at my license.  He   
    used his fingers to fish out my cash, dropping the   
    wallet, and stuffing the twenty dollar bill down  his   
    front pocket.   
      
           "You're a faggot, aren't you?" he demanded.   
     I looked at him wide-eyed.  He grabbed my throat and   
    knocked my head back. "Answer!"   
      
           I was mesmerized and terrified. I nodded dumbly.   
    "Yea, I knew you were when I caught you checking out my   
    ass."  He came closer, putting his lips near my ear,   
    his voice lowering dangerously.  "Wanna suck my dick,   
    don't you, homo?"   He ground his bulge against my leg,   
    forcing his thigh between my legs, pushing it against   
    my crotch.   
      
           He leaned into me, his chest pressing against   
    me.  My dick stiffened against him. He smiled wickedly.   
    "Yea, your lucky day, fag." He shoved me to the ground.   
    "Get down there."  He pushed his crotch into my face,   
    rubbing it around my mouth.  I could smell his sweat   
     through his jeans.  I could feel his hard dick.  My   
    breathing grew shallow and rapid. My cock was straining   
    at my jeans.  I stared up at him, towering over me,   
    hungrily.   
      
           His zipper made a ripping noise as he lowered   
    it.  He reached in and pulled out his cock.  It slapped   
    against my cheek, rubbing against me. "Suck my   
    cock ..."  He held it's eight inches in front of my   
    face, pushing the throbbing head against my lips. I   
    dropped my jaw and he slid it in my mouth.   
      
           "Yeah ... open wide."  He said, pushing the   
    whole length inside my mouth.  I gagged slightly as it   
    pressed against the back of my windpipe. "Yea."  He   
    pushed it in further, then pulled it out almost all   
    the way. Then he rammed it in again.  He leaned against   
    me, putting his palms against the wall for leverage.   
    He started pumping his hips in and out. "Uh."  He   
    grunted.  "I'm fuckin your face.  You like your nose   
    pinned in my thick dick fur, huh?"  He looked down at   
    me.  He pushed his cock all the way so that my face was   
    pressed against his belly, looking down at me.   
      
           He started pumping again.  I tightened my lips   
    around his rod, moaning slightly, saliva dripping   
    around his meat.  "Yea, stick that thing in your mouth.   
    Pound it in your face, my bone goin' in and out of your   
    mouth."  His dick started to get hotter.  I could taste   
    him.  He shoved it in hard, pounding my throat.  I   
    tried to milk his cock with my mouth.  I could taste   
    him dripping.   
      
           "Yea, you love it, don't you.  Yea."  He moaned,   
    looking above.  I reached around and grabbed his butt,   
    feeling how firm and tight his ass was. I pulled him   
    toward me, pushing his cock further into my throat.   
    "Un!"  He growled, sweat dripping off his nose.  "I'm   
    fuckin' your mouth like a cheap whore's pussy."  He   
    jammed his cock in and out of my throat. I sucked hard   
    on it, my cheeks caving in.  I ran my hands up and down   
    his butt, feeling his legs.   
      
           "Oh yea!"  He growled.  "I'm gonna pour my load   
    in your mouth." His pistoning quickened, banging my   
    head against the wall.  Saliva drooled out of my mouth   
    as I moaned.  My dick was rock hard in my pants.  I   
    felt wetness at the tip of his dick.   
      
           He pumped his dick into the back of throat.   
    "Un!  Un!  Un!" He grunted with each thrust.  He   
    stiffened and I felt his cock throb against my tongue.   
    "I'm cumin' in your mouth faggot! Drink it!"  He   
    yelled. He shook and I felt his cum shoot down my   
    throat, forcing me to swallow fast.   
      
           He groaned and let his dick slip between my   
    lips.  It flopped out and slapped wetly against my   
    face, twitching.  It left a line of spit and cum on my   
    cheek.  I sucked the tip into my mouth, holding it in   
    my hand. I licked up and down the length.   
      
           I stared up at him, lusting for this kid who'd   
    just fucked my face.  I kept my hold on his cock.   
    "Yea ... I'm your faggot ... make me take it."  I   
    pleaded.  I sucked his cock into my mouth and then let   
    him pull it out.  My breath was coming in short gasps.   
    "Use me.  Shoot that load.  Let me swallow it."   
      
           He put his hand around the base of his dick and   
    slapped his meat in my face. He put his other hand on   
    my forehead and shoved his cock back into my mouth.   
    "Suck that dick faggot ... lick my balls ... I'm gonna   
    fuck your tight ass next!"  I suctioned hard on his   
    cock, wanting him to stay stiff.  "You're a good little   
    cocksucker."   
      
           I moaned when he pulled it out.  He slapped it   
    against my face again.  "Oh man ... yea ... push me   
    down make me clean your dick."  I begged as he tapped   
    the tip against my lips. His baseball cap was at a wild   
    angle.  His face was pointed down at me, silhouetted by   
    the streetlight, hiding his features.  Sweat dripped   
    off of his nose and landed on my face.   
      
           Abruptly, he jabbed all eight inches into my   
    mouth forcing its full length in.  "Yea."  He said, his   
    voice low and husky.  "I'm grindin' my dick down your   
    throat."  He put his hands on the back of my head and   
    started pumping his dick in hard and fast.  "Un.   
    Fuckin' that mouth real good."  He shifted his weight   
    slightly and grabbed my hair.  He jerked my head back   
      
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