Alleyway

...He blushed, and resisted, trying as hard as he could to escape the man’s strong grip. He called out "Please! Don't!" But the man continued, placing kisses up and down the youth’s neck. In one swipe, the boy’s white t-shirt flew off, landing in a dirty puddle on the alley’s floor. The Man was holding him up against a coarse brick wall with one hand, and expertly caressing his bare untouched skin with the other hand. The boy grunted against him, silently pleading Stop! Please! I don’t want this!

He went on, tracing his fingertips along his stomach and up to his chest. They trailed to the left, grazing a soft sensitive pink nipple and lingering there, playing with it until it grew hard then moved to the other. The younger boy cringed in dismay, as the older man’s kisses began to trace down to his chest.

Kisses became small nips, and licks as his lips moved left to the boy’s pink once more. He gasped, feeling the man’s warm breath grasp him in such a way. The man flicked out his tongue tasting the kid’s sweet flesh, sucking lightly as he worked over his nipple in his mouth, then switching to the other side.

The stray light from a lamp post wondered down the ally way, casting shadows of the act taking place. The stranger’s hand trailed lower again. It reached the kid’s belt and quickly undid it. A gasp escaped the younger ones mouth “s-sto...p.” The man chuckled, and pulled it off. A small weep followed. The man’s hand walked its way down and into the boy’s trousers. Beyond the denim lay tight white briefs, housing a slowly hardening appendage.

The man’s strong fingers wrapped around the outline of the bulge, massaging it; warming it. The man moaned, and continued to defile the boy. The boy’s face was hot and red, as a few tears slipped down his cheeks. He moaned as he arched his back away from the hard brick, and into the man’s, somewhat, inviting hand. The man chuckled, again, working his hand harder. The boy moaned biting his bottom lip trying to suppress his sounds of satisfaction.

The man seized a kiss from the boy, pressing his own expert lips to the youth’s soft, pink lips. The boy grunted and a few more tears formed in his eyes, as he tried to wriggle away. He was trapped by the man’s strength. He saw no way out of this. He slowly began to stop his struggling, and he felt the weight of his erection making him sluggish and hot.

The man noticed the boy’s attempts at escape had begun to dissipate. “‘Bout time...” the man whispered, his voice deep and dark. The boy moaned and lost feeling in his arms from anxiety. The man slid his tongue deeper into the young man’s mouth, brushing against his soft pallet. The boy gagged, but he was too tired to try and stop him. The sounds of cars passing made the boy regret life in this world.. those automobilists completely unwilling to help him.

The man’s hand slowly began to reveal the boy’s hard member from his briefs. The boy shivered feeling the contradiction of the man’s warm hand and the cool night’s air clash on his hard-on. The man worked the boy’s dick in his hand, gripping his shaft, massaging his head with his thumb using the kid’s pre-cum as lubricant. The boy turned his face away, breaking the kiss. He shut his eyes, tight, as his face hot and red, clashed with his bright blonde hair.

With his other hand, the man took the boy’s face by his chin and forced it back into place. He glared into the boy’s frightened blue eyes, puffy and red from tears. After a moment of stillness, the man grinned, his teeth unnaturally white. So white, his hair seemed to be four shades darker than it was.. black. The man started to massage the boy’s cock again, rougher than before. The boy bit his bottom lip, loving and loathing the feeling of the man’s hand, which was so much more thrilling than his own.

The man began kissing the boy’s chest again, slowly making his way downwards. Soon, his lips were right next to the boy’s erection. He slid the hand that was on it back, towards the boy’s stomach, and began to lick the rim of his head. The boy had experienced this before.. but nothing like this. There was thrill in this, thrill and fear. His muscles tensed and his body quaked. Would he cum right then and there? He couldn’t.. who knows what the man would do if he came early. The boy held on, digging into the wall with his fingers.

The man’s tongue danced up and down the boy’s shaft, licking up the saltiness of his skin. His mouth made its way down more, his warm breath teasing the boy’s scrotum. The boy grunted, and moaned; his body temperature soaring. The man took the boy’s testes in his mouth, softly sucking at them, his tongue tickling them. He moaned. It’d been a while since he’d felt this sensation before. He was pleasing another man in a way only he could. He needed more...

A few moments passed. The boy’s back was lightly scratched by the coarse brick, and his body grazed with sweat. He cringed feeling that enveloping heat that poured over him each time the man’s tongue passed over his sac. I can’t take anymore of this, the boy thought, frantically. He gasped, and cried out, his fingertips becoming red from the pressure against the wall. This is it!

The man directed his sight up, towards the boy’s face. The boy’s expression was so enticing, the man couldn’t help but grin once more. The boy was the image of innocents lost. His face was red, his eyes clenched shut, his mouth agape sending out strange and arousing sounds of pleasure. He came, loudly, as the man traced his tongue up his swollen shaft once again.

A long, thick stream of milky white erupted from the boy’s long taunted erection. He cried out, his body convulsing as his orgasm swarmed him. The man, quickly brought a hand to the boy’s pulsing appendage, and pumped his hands, in an attempt to all of the boy’s seed out. This only made the boy squirm and cry more, as his now sensitive and delicate member was being handled so blatantly.

The white cream went all over the ally-floor, and the man’s shoulder. He pouted, though barely noticeable. He took his shirt off, and set it on the ground, then stood up. The man was about six-foot, much taller than the boy. The kid couldn’t look him in the eye, and threw his head to the side, gasping and panting as he did (his orgasm was much stronger than he’d thought). His legs were shaky, and his body so frail. Why cant this all just go away, he demanded in his head.

A strong hand gripped the boy’s dimpled chin, and forced it center. The boy’s eyes were narrowed, filled with childish forlorn anger. As menacing as Satan himself, the man grinned. “The fun’s only just begun.” He said. The boy could see the man’s eyes now. They were a dark, hazy green which set off his dark five-o’clock shadow and his long brown hair.

The boy cringed, as he felt the man’s hand grip his chin a bit harder. The boy brought his hands up again, and tried to force the man back. Again, to no avail. The harder he pressed, the more evil the man seemed. The boy’s hands wandered up and around the man’s body, trying to find a weak point...there were none. Only ripped, bulging muscles. The boy was a tad aroused by the feel of it. His face fell docile, and quizzical. But, he then quickly remembered that this person had just defiled him in such an unspeakable way.

He threw his head to the other side, bringing his hands to his meek chest, and his head flooded with hate again. The man chuckled...he’d noticed the boy’s intrigue in his body, and now wouldn’t accept “no” as an answer. He quickly grabbed the boy’s undone pants, and drew them all the way down, briefs and all. Caught completely by surprise, the kid gasped, his face blushing a brilliant red. The man turned him around, and forced him up against the wall. The boy had to struggle to get his hands in front of him, in order to stop his face from being too badly cut by the rough, unforgiving brick.

The boy groaned with anger again, grunting, now tears flowing to his eyes again as his phallic, still very tender, tapped the cold rigid brick. The man grinned, then slipped his index finger into his mouth. As he lubricated it, he let out a moan...a hot, long, deviant moan. The boy blushed, his tears still slowly flowing. The man slipped the digit out of his mouth. He quickly brought it down to the boy’s other entry.

He teased the outer ring of muscle there, making the boy cry out in pain and pleasure. “No....please.” he whispered. The man just grinned again. After a moment more of teasing, the man slowly slid his finger into him. Deeper and deeper. The boy let out a long, light moan, and gasped. The boy’s body arched into the man’s finger, unconsciously wanting him to go in deeper. The man could feel his own erection growing, wanting to “slay” an innocent thing.

The man moaned pressing his pelvis against the boys supple “cheeks” as his finger continued. The boy groaned, wishing that god would smite this man down. The man leaned forward, biting the boy’s shoulder, and moaning. The boy cried out, feeling the man’s warm breath and sharp teeth pierce his skin...