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The punk felt it too. With his dick down the shaved whore's throat, the punk grabbed the man's head and held it to his groin. As my orgasm ran on and on, the punk's body clenched around my dick. As he began to orgasm, he stood. I put my arms around him, pressing his nipples between my fingers and pushing my nipples into his back. Our orgasms continued together. I finished first, and with him standing pressed against my body, I was trapped, connected to the boy. When he finished cumming, he collapsed against me, exhausted. I held him up and whispered in his ear, "You did good, kid. You were great." I looked over his shoulder, and saw his cum spilling out of the whore's mouth. Jason had come too much for even his experienced mouth to handle, and the shaved man's chin was drenched with the punk's juice.

The intensely beautiful young man behind me had politely waited for me to finish cumming. But once I had stopped, he couldn't wait any longer. With one hand, he withdrew my still painfully hard cock from his leader's ass; he tore the sagging condom off me and threw it to the dark corner of the alley. Pale Eyes pulled me back, away from Jason, then turned me and pressed my back to the wall of the alley. I looked at him. His big brown nipples were as hard as his dick, and his biceps bulged as he picked me up off the ground. He told me to take off my pants. I could have refused, knowing what he wanted, but I couldn't bear the thought of being fucked by this strong, young stallion and not being able to see his awesome body as he drove his dick into me. Without a word I complied. I drew my legs up over his head; resting my ankles on his shoulders, I felt his hands holding me in place. He had a firm grip on my ass as he lowered my body down to his waiting pole.

His big dick pointed straight up at the sky. Its sheer size seemed to mock me. I thought it would never fit. It bucked and throbbed like a wild horse. One huge vein ran up the center of the outer side, and the condom I had brought barely covered the whole thick length of it.

My new lover lowered me lovingly onto the purple, mushroom head of his perfect dick. For a second I was scared he would drop me down and make me take the whole of him in one big thrust. But for all the glowing animal instincts I saw in his pale blue eyes, His hands were nothing but gentle and caring. When his head slipped into me, I gave a startled choke; nothing s wide had ever invaded me before. He stopped, held me there for a few seconds while I adjusted. I caught his eyes in mine. His look said, "Are you okay?" I gave a weak smile and nodded. He twisted his lips into a sneer that seemed to say, "Good. Then get ready to get fucked!"

He slowly lowered me down some more, letting gravity fill me up. His cock ripped me open as if till now I'd been a virgin. This nineteen-year-old cock filled every inch of my tunnel. My head rolled back--from the discomfort as well as from the pleasure--and I smacked it against the brick wall behind me.

When I finally opened my eyes again, he had those pale eyes still glued to my face. He was the most attentive lover I'd ever had. As his strong arms held my ass in place, he bucked his hips, ramming his thick rod up into me like piston in a racecar about to rev up. A trickle of sweat fell down his neck, sliding down the deeply tanned cleavage between his powerful chest muscles. Soon, that bead of sweat would drop to the concrete floor, falling from the stud's big balls, which I now felt pressed against my asshole.

With each thrust of his hips, his huge spear pushed my body against the brick wall. It should have hurt, but all I felt was this muscular stud's dick completely filling my rectum. We were a perfect fit. My dick had remained hard, and as my body shook with his thrusts, my cock bounced up and down. The sound of my meat slapping on my hard stomach echoed through the entire alley.

Pale Eyes caught my eye again, and he smiled at me. He was doing all the work--holding me up by the ass, digging his way further and further into my canal--yet he didn't seem to be breathing heavily at all. I was doing nothing--except hungrily receiving the pounding of my life--and I was panting, hoarse and ragged. I didn't know how long he could keep this up, but I hoped it would be for a long, long, while. He was young and very fit, and I had a felling he'd be more than up to the challenge of obliging me.

Another moan echoed through the alley. I could barely see around the muscular man fucking me, but I saw enough to know that the shaven-headed whore and the punk's leader Jason were taking turns sucking off the guy in the shirt and tie. The shirt and tie were still on, but his pants were open. He seemed to have enough dick for two men to handle!

For a second Jason and I met with our eyes. He no longer had a burning hatred for me, but a tender longing. I think he was jealous of his pale-eyed pal's fucking me.

And fucking me he was! It felt like I was permanently attached to that thick pole. With my foot falling asleep, I lowered my legs, wrapping them around Pale Eyes's waist. He didn't miss a beat. That big head of his monster cock kept banging into the rear wall of my intestine, falling halfway out, then reappearing to tickle my prostate again. My dick was painfully rigid; it barely flopped on my belly now as he pummeled me.

My musclebound lover's pace quickened. His eyes, ever locked on mine, told me somehow he was going to put me back on the ground. I resisted, clamping my legs around him tight; I wanted his big, young cock up me until sunrise, at least. But he shook his head and smiled gently. He said, "I want to come on your face."

I nodded, and he withdrew. Another sound echoed through the alley: the loud pop as he removed himself from my stretched-out hole. I missed him, yet could still fell him inside me as I quickly got on my knees. I tore the condom off him and would have started jerking him to climax if his own hands hadn't been faster. No sooner had he wrapped both his hands around that nine inches did he begin to shoot.

His first volley flew into my hair, and I moved closer. He pulled my face roughly into his hard stomach as his monster spit and spit onto my cheek. Rope after rope of hot, sticky cum hit my face, and it kept on coming. I felt it burning my skin, sliding down my chin. Massive gobs of it fell onto my slick and sweaty chest. And he kept on cumming. Finally, I couldn't take it. I shook my head free of his hand and took the huge head of his cock in my mouth. His final four volleys of juice slammed into the back of my throat like someone slapping my face. But I didn't care. He tasted so good, and I slowly swallowed every drop before letting his cum-drenched dick slide out of my mouth. Another popping sound. I could still feel that big cock up my ass, as well as the painful throbbing of my own hard dick, as he wiped his cum off my one cheek with his dick, now growing soft and floppy. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the bath. Soon, he had spread his cum over my entire face. I could feel it drying and hardening in the humid night air, and a few drops fell from my chin onto the tip of my aching dick.

I looked up at my muscular lover. He beamed down at me like a child just given a treat. He looked so young, yet so masculine and powerful, that I wanted to have him again, right then and there. But he was already putting his big dick back into his pants. I stood up, and he kissed me. It was a quick, nervous kiss, but his tongue and lips left mine with a generous helping of his own cum.

Behind him, the guy in the suit and tie was cumming. Streams of milk flew from his long, thin dick, over the heads of the two boys licking his balls, and his semen hit the floor of the alley with several small splats. He and his hooker were quickly gone, the prostitute giving Jason one deep kiss before standing and going off with his man for the night.

The boy in the leather jacket turned to us. "You guys finished?" he said.

The pale-eyed one, who I really wanted to see again--I couldn't speak yet; I was stunned, and standing naked in an alley with a young stud's seed drying on my face--Pale Eyes said, "I think so. I think Jason's learned his lesson." He turned his pale eyes to me and winked. He winked more at the joke, I think, than at any intimacy we may have shared. It nearly broke my heart, standing there as I was still feeling his huge cock up my ass and with my hard dick pointing up at my face; I missed the irony, that Jason's gang members had been gay all along.

Jason had stood up by now. His tight jeans flopped about his ankles. Every inch of skin on his lean frame dripped with sweat, and he had a dazed look in his eye. His cock was shivering, pointing straight out from his body, half-hard. As he bent to pull up his pants--the action a beautiful reminder of the time I'd spent fucking him--he said quietly, "It was a lesson worth learning." He zipped his jeans and stole me a furtive look. His face was really quite striking, with his pouty lips and high cheekbones. He smiled, then looked away quickly.

Then all three were gone. I stood there, stunned still and speechless. My dick throbbed and screamed for relief, but I couldn't move. Had this night really happened? I thought. Anyone walking by on the street could have seen me, I figured, and a trim man in his mid-twenties with a pulsating erection and a slimy face would cause quite a shock. So I moved, stiffly, and found my clothes quite some distance into the alley. With my shirt, I wiped the cum off my face. I threw the soiled shirt onto the floor of the alley and left it. With my back to the street, I pulled my pants back on, but my cock was so big and hard that I couldn't fasten them. I decided to wait in the dark corner of the alley and let my erection die down. (After such a hot night, it seemed a letdown to end it all by jacking off alone in an alley!)

Suddenly I heard footsteps in the alley behind me. Probably some guy who had to piss. I would remain silent and enshrouded in darkness and let the poor guy finish his business. The thought of a stranger urinating behind me didn't ease my erection as it should have; instead, I felt even more aroused, if possible.

The shuffling footsteps came closer. I still hoped the person hadn't seen my, but a voice said, "I'm glad you're still here."

I smiled. I knew the voice; it was the pale-eyed young man's gentle baritone.

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