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alley area. it was not a good neighborhood to be in. not if you were a nice person. about ten blocks away from downtown, it lay on both sides of a thoroughfare not known for high class. if you mentioned cabell street to someone, their first thought was of liquor stores and hookers. there were those. and on-their-way-to-derelict apartment buildings, tattoo parlors, and—of course, of course—several gay bars. there was also a small concert hall that had been converted from a movie theater of the forties. there was also an alley that was known for something. something not nice. well, maybe the neighborhood was good for something. it was good for me. why i was there. it was a wednesday night. if it is a wednesday night here and you get the urge, you go out. and if there is nothing going on in the bar that you have gone to on that wednesday night, you have a few drinks anyway. and then after midnight—if you do not know where to go for what you have been looking for all evening—you go straight home. unless you’re not a nice person, in which case you know to go to the alley. the alley led off cabell street in one of its nonresidential sections. on one side of the alley’s entrance was an auto body shop. on the other side was an old office building. the body shop was two stories high and the office building was three. in between, the alley led away from cabell and dead-ended. in between it was dark, except for the entrance which itself was barely lit by the one streetlight on the opposite side of cabell. in the alley there were dumpsters, crates from the office building, discarded auto parts from the garage, and doorways. and dark dark. an old way and a former acquaintance. when you first go into the alley, you have to take time for your eyes to adjust. you could just walk forward into the darkness—i suppose—but dangerous crime was as much a possibility as our kind of ecstatic crime, so it was best to be careful. i eased in. no sounds. yet. i walked past a few dumpsters and headed toward my favorite place. there were choice spots. of course i had a favorite. a doorway. and tonight it was empty. the door creaked and its lock rattled as i leaned back against it. the noise must have startled a cat, which took off with a howl. after that i heard nothing but the occasional sound of a car driving past on cabell. it was going to be quiet, it being a wednesday night and all. weekends were busier. ja, mein fluch. sehnen, sehnen. from the other side, deeper into the alley, i heard someone move. he struck a match and lit his cigarette. it was someone i knew. i didn’t know his name, but i had seen him in the bars before, and i had seen him here before also. i had—one night long ago—done him here. but after having done him once, there was no need to do him again. he was o.k. he probably had seen me and recognized me too. he and i both maintained our positions and—in silence—waited. you have to wait. the pressure of time. if you have to wait, sometimes you have to amuse yourself. after fifteen or twenty minutes, i figured nothing much was going to happen if i didn’t make it happen, so i got my dick out. whatever. he would be alright for a repeat performance on a slow wednesday night. i began to play with my cock. until it was hard. he must have lost patience with the time also, because he got his dick out. and did the same. the whiteness of his cock was a glimmer and a ghost against his dark jeans. we worked ourselves up to full erections and were beginning to pose for each other. i got a serious attitude. i moved my legs further apart, propped myself against the door, and presented myself. i wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and squeezed it tightly in order to keep the blood in it. he stroked himself with one hand, then added his other hand to his stroking. yes, he was long. we watched each other. the question was . . . who was going to give up his pride and walk over to the other. it wasn’t going to be me. daddy don’t play that. a stranger in town. suddenly—suddenly—there was a dimming of the light as someone appeared at the entrance of the alley. the two of us dropped back. our hands fell away. the figure at the alley’s entrance stood there, hesitating. that wasn’t unusual. some people like to make a slow dramatic approach. but this wasn’t that calculated. this was the hesitation of someone not knowing. someone who hadn’t been here before. we all held our breaths. then he came forward, slowly. as he came closer, i could see that he was young enough. short dark hair. leather jacket over white tshirt and jeans. since the light came from behind him, i couldn’t see his face that well. he stopped. i figured out why. what he saw before him was two guys on opposite sides of an alley. two guys with hardons sticking out of their pants. he glanced from one of our cocks to the other. then—cautiously—he moved over to my side of the alley and stood against the wall about ten feet away. cool, i thought. i put my hand back on my dick, rubbing it. the new guy watched me for only a minute, then he unzipped his pants and got his dick out. it was soft when he pulled it out. he held onto the head, pulled it straight out, then let it go. falling loosely, it had already gotten two or three inches longer. the blood must have been rushing into it. he kept pulling and stretching on it until he was as hard as the two of us. the other guy across the alley had started stroking himself again. soon enough we were all three working on our cocks. the face. time passed. then—finally—someone knew what they wanted. and was willing to go after it. the new guy moved over to me and took my dick in his hand. he tightened his grip on it and started stroking. he looked up at me. i knew who it was. that face. those eyes. those dark exotic eyes. then i remembered. then i remembered that his band had played at the concert hall earlier that evening. now here he was. lucky me. i reached over and took his hardon in my hand. it was a good size and weight. we stood there. looking down at our cocks. looking up into each other’s face to see how the other was reacting to a touch. he moved closer. i reached over, pulled his tshirt out of his jeans, and rubbed his stomach. it was warm. i ran my hand from side to side. i pushed his tshirt further up until i could see his nipples. they were two dark ovals on his pale pale skin. i leaned forward and licked one. he gasped. and squeezed my cock, hard. i took his nipple in my mouth and held it in my teeth. i pulled him toward me. he stepped forward—and almost fell—until he stopped his fall with a hand on the doorframe. we were thrown off-balance. i released his tit from my mouth and straightened up. i let go of his dick, put a hand on each of his shoulders, and turned him. i shoved him back—hard—against the door. i unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans all the way down to the ground. i dropped to my knees. it tasted dry and warm. it filled up my mouth. when i pushed my mouth forward, the hairs at the base of his dick pressed up against my lips and my face. and i sucked his cock. as i did that, i raised my hands up, around his waist, up his chest. good enough. but i knew something better. for me. i stood up. i eased his leather jacket back off his shoulders, so that it hung halfway down his back. i pushed my hands further up the inside of his tshirt—up and up. i got my hands on the top of his shoulders, on each side of the base of his neck. i kissed the side of his neck, working my way around. big wet sloppy kisses. yeah, baby. moan like that. working my way around, i felt the scruffy unshaven beginnings of a beard underneath my tongue. i moved my tongue over and around and into his mouth. he was waiting. around. and around. our tongues explored each others mouths. he held our dicks together—against each other—in his hand. he said “yeah.” company. he dropped to his knees. taking my cock in his mouth, he began to suck me off. he used his hand to feed it into his mouth. he worked it. up and down. i looked. i watched the black hair, the white tshirt, the black leather jacket. and his eyes looking up at me from time to time. his eyes looking up at me while he kept my cock in his mouth. i like the hungry submissive look that’s in somebody’s eyes when they look up at you with your cock in their mouth. then the guy from the other side of the alley was there. with his dick sticking out. without waiting a second, a cocksucker moves over to a new cock. he lifted his hand up to keep jerking me off while he sucked a new dick. that went on for a couple of minutes. then he moved his mouth back to my meat. and then back to the other dick in front of his face. back and forth. sucking. sucking. and then back to me. getting naked. he stopped for a second and took his leather jacket the rest of the way off. i bent down, grabbed the bottom of his tshirt, and pulled it completely off over his head. he went back to work. good cocksucker. his mouth went back and forth between the two cocks. i could see his own cock bobbing in the air down below his belly. it was still hard. my friend started to talk. “suck it. yeah, come on man. suck it good.” an accidental tourist. we all heard the noise. someone stumbling down the alley. those who were standing up getting their dicks sucked and the one who was on his knees sucking the dicks all turned their heads to look. it was some drunk. it didn’t take much to see that he wasn’t a regular. i don’t think he was even gay. he was just some drunk going down an alley to take a piss. which he did. after he was finished, while he was shaking the last drops off his dick, he realized we were there. we hadn’t moved. we were all standing stone still, waiting to see what would happen. what did he see when he looked over. two guys standing up with their hardons sticking out. one guy—totally naked except for his jeans pushed down to his ankles—on his knees in front of the two guys. pretty. he said “fuck, man.” and walked over with his dick hanging out of his pants. we stepped over and made room. dog. the drunk’s dick was the next one being sucked. it turned out to be fat and uncut. once it was hard, the cycle began again. suck. suck. suck. suck. suck me. suck him. suck him too. when you are sucking the drunk guy off, use your right hand to jerk off me or the other guy. when you are sucking me off, use your left hand to jerk off one of the other two. jerk off the two on each side of you when you’re sucking the one in the middle. i looked down. at your mouth wrapped around my cock. at the dark fuzz of beard across your cheeks. at the eyes closed above, concentrating. at the dark hair. at your rounded shoulders. at your bare body, naked in the alley. as you worked. you sat back on your heels and caught your breath. you kept your hands on two of our dicks, pulling on us. we could see how your spit and our precum had overflown your mouth—over your lips—dropping down onto your hairless chest. making a wet shiny patch on your skin. you said “please. now.” liquid. the drunk guy pushed your hand away and took his own dick in his hands. ready. he started to beat his meat, faster than you had been doing for him. i saw you there in the alley. down. mouth open. mouth wide open, waiting. you were there at the end of his cock. waiting. we were all waiting, stroking our dicks, waiting. we could tell when he was ready to come. he yelled. he came. it shot out. you jumped forward to try and catch the hot stream of his cum in your mouth. you missed. some of it went over your face. some of it fell down onto your body. you managed at least to lick the end of his cock, getting the last drops into your mouth while he stood there. he staggered backwards. as he drifted back, the guy in the middle reached over and pulled your head closer to his cock. he had been jerking himself off while you were waiting for the first guy to come and now he was ready too. it was going to happen the right way this time. he held onto the hair on the top of your head while he got himself closer to coming. then he said “take it” and pushed your head down over his dick. he kept stroking the shaft—milking it—while he sent load after load directly into your mouth. you choked and coughed a little, and you kept it in your mouth. you weren’t swallowing. you turned to me. you held your mouth open, wide. i could tell you were holding the other guy’s load in your mouth. your mouth hung open. you had a dazed look in your eyes, waiting. i looked down. you had one hand fiercely whacking your own dick. while you waited. let’s go. i’m ready. i didn’t have to hold your head like the second guy. you were right there waiting for me to come. it didn’t take long. i knew who you were and you wanted me to come in your mouth. you moved forward and put your mouth around my dick, right below the head. i came. a lot. you closed your eyes and concentrated on getting it all in your mouth. star. when i was done, you moved back. you were concentrating on what was in your mouth. i could tell that you were using your tongue to mix it up in your mouth. to taste our loads. you opened your eyes. you spit all that was in your mouth down onto your chest. it was a flood of cum and spit. it rolled down onto your belly, washing over the black hairs. you took some of it onto your dick and used it for lube. your dick was slick and shiny. your eyes gleamed. you started jerking harder on your cock. as you got closer, you tried to collect the cum and spit you had pushed out of your mouth before. you kept getting it back off your chest and belly and feeding it back into your own mouth again. while you kept jerking yourself off you kept collecting cum from your chest, your stomach, and the sides of your face. you were trying to put it all back into your mouth again. you licked your hand and fingers to get as much as you could back into your mouth. you wiped your hand all over your face. you closed your eyes. your tasted cum in your mouth. you got off. you shot two or three feet into the air. it hit our jeans and boots. we watched. the posse. there was one moment—one very brief quiet moment—when nobody did anything. then you leaned sideways and you spit it all out again onto the dirty floor of the alley. the drunk had watched to the end, but now that it was over, he put his dick back into his pants and stumbled out toward street. as he got there, two guys stopped him and asked him something. he mumbled back and gestured toward us. the two guys came in. my friend and i had put our dicks away and backed off into the shadows. the two came forward. they saw a guy, mostly naked, covered with wetness, with his dick in his hand. he looked up at them and focussed. “hey” he said. they lifted him up and got him dressed. one of them said “i thought you told me you weren’t going to do this anymore.” the cocksucker grinned. as they left the alley, he walked in the center, putting his arms around their shoulders. the last i saw of him was when he turned back—once, quickly—and laughed. he said something to one of his friends—who laughed too. his friend kissed him on the cheek as they took him out onto cabell.