A Fun Day Off After All

Femi was on his way home from the dance practice. Today was his day off from the club, but he was feeling horny and was about to go see if anything was buzzing there tonight, even if it was Tuesday. The club wasn't that far from the studio anyway. He sighed.

“Quite a workaholic, I am”, he muttered, tossing back his red dreadlock ponytail.

He looked around, looking fro some company, but there were only a few groups, both guys and girls in them. He'd like to get someone alone. It was easier to hit on someone, when his friends weren't around. Group sessions at the club were different. Femi sighed again, adjusting his tight black top; the strap had slipped down again.

He was wearing the top and his favourite trousers – the tight ones with a lot of cords (for easy removal, as he often joked) and high heeled boots. He didn't look much like he was on his way from the gym, but he liked to dance in the clothes he wore most often. He looked more like a cheap hooker, but that, again, was his own choice. He gave his hips an extra swagger and continued his way to the bus.

At the bus stop, Femi stopped to tighten his bag. Then he heard a cough and a small voice say: “Excuse me?”

He turned around and saw a man who was a little shorter than he was, but handsome enough. “Yes?” he answered with a slight purr in his already soft voice.

The pale man was clearly nervous. As opposed to Femi's own dark, glowing skin, his was pallid and sweaty. Femi stifled a shudder; he hated people that sweated for no reason.

“Um... What's the time?” the man slurred and seeing the sarcastic expression on Femi's face blushed furiously. “Ah, no... I was wondering... -” he stuttered.

“You were wondering if I could show you some good time?” Femi finished his question. “And sure I can.” He stepped closer to the man and leaned to whisper: “My ass will make you feel better than any pussy ever could. I guarantee that.”

“Okay”, the man wheezed.

Femi laughed quietly, blowing into the man's ear. He felt the man shudder. Femi took a step back and cocked his head. He didn't like to take strange fucks into his place, so he had to invent something quick.

“Mind a quick bang on the alley, there?” he asked the man, after noticing the small alley way behind the bus stop.

“No”, the man answered, still a bit shakily.

Femi narrowed his eyes and purred: “But we'll have to be very very quiet or the people will hear.”

“Y-Yeah.”

He took the man's hand and pulled him in the alley. It was dark and dingy there, but luckily it didn't smell all that bad. There was a skip there and a few smaller trash cans. On one of them there was a length of rope.

Femi leaned his back on the wall and pulled the man to him. He didn't smell either; actually he smelled quite good. His blonde hair was clean and shiny and in the darkness, his skin didn't look all that bad. Yes, Femi could have his fun tonight with this man. He leaned to kiss the man, immediately plunging his tongue into the other's mouth.

When Femi had to come up for air, the other man was gasping and Femi could feel his cock pressing his thigh. He smiled and cocked a well-shaped eyebrow.

“So...” he said, “What's your name, anyway?”

The man licked his reddened lips and said: “Larry. And you?”

“I'm Femi. Nice too meet you”, Femi answered and kissed the man again. Deeply, pulling the man closer all the time as if to show how nice it indeed was.

Femi's hands quickly wandered down the man's firm body and unzipped the restricting jeans. He pulled the cock out of the underpants and looked down in surprise.

“You're a big boy, aren't you?”

Larry just blushed in reply. Femi licked his lips and crouched down and licked the already leaking tip. The man gasped and Femi looked up appreciatively. Responsive, too. Good, this'd be more fun that way.

He leisurely licked and kissed the growing member. Larry was leaning his hands on the brick wall, gasping for air. Soon Femi took the dick into his mouth and all but swallowed it. The pale man moaned in pleasure. This made Femi smile inwardly; maybe this one would've been better inside. He pulled away.

“Be quiet, hun. Someone might hear.”

“Ah. Sorry”, Larry panted, “Don't stop, please.”

“Larry?” Femi said, sitting back on his heels, stroking the cock, “You straight or gay?”

“Ah. What?” Larry looked down at him. “Straight, I think.”

Femi laughed. “Wanna learn something new?”

Suddenly the man was suspicious, but he couldn't pull away. Femi still had a firm hold of his cock.

“Wanna suck my dick?” Femi purred, kissing the cock in front of him.

Without waiting an answer he got up and pushed the other man down with surprising strength. He pulled a string on his pants and they opened just enough for his own cock to be freed on the confiding tightness; of course he wasn't wearing underwear. Larry looked at his black cock dangling in front of his eyes and involuntarily licked his lips.

“So, wanna try it?” Femi asked, starting to stroke himself, “Just suck it. Like you're eating a popsicle. The way you like it done.”

Shyly Larry took hold of the member and Femi sighed, leaning back. It felt exhilarating to be like this in public. Doing things like these in a place where they could get caught anytime got Femi's blood pumping faster and hotter. A nice change of pace. Soon the man had gathered enough courage to taste his cock. He licked and kissed and sucked much in the same way Femi had done to him moments ago.

Femi mewed and moaned quietly all the time. Then he took hold of the man's head and pushed his cock deeper in, slowly, until the black hair touched the man's nose. Larry gagged and Femi pulled away, pleased with himself. Larry was down on all fours, coughing.

“And that, love, is called deep-throating. Wanna try it again?”

Larry coughed his response: “Not in a while, thanks.”

“Fine”, Femi said, fake-pouting, “Let's do something else then.”

He took the rope from the trash can and saw that it wasn't all that dirty. Smiling, he helped Larry up and nimbly, quickly, tied the man's wrists together.

“Wha-!”

Femi pulled the hands above the man's head and attached the rope to a hook that was there; he kept the other end in his own hands. It'd be an easier release like that. He smiled softly at Larry and kissed the man's cheek. It was sweaty again, but this time for a good reason.

“It's more fun this way, believe me”, Femi said, pulling back a little to see the effect of the ropes.

Larry was still hard, still panting. Still very much turned on.

“You like it?”

Larry tried to shake his head, but again Femi made a sarcastic face and stepped in.

“You're a dreadful liar, Larry. Your body's more honest.” He reached down to stroke his cock. “'Cause this here tells me differently. I'm going to fuck you now.”

With this Femi turned around and pulled his ass bare. He looked back at the man; he was ogling the dark, well-formed ass.

“Like what you see?” Femi asked arching his back, sticking his bum out. Larry swallowed, his cock jumped. “I see you do. You want to fuck that, don't you?”

Femi pressed his backside against Larry and felt the other tremble. With excitement or nervousness, he didn't know, but his own excitement tingled deliciously. But he wanted the man to beg, to let him know what he wanted.

“C'mon, don't you want it?” Femi hummed, moving his hips.

Larry shouted with pleasure, Femi's head snapped to the end of the alley way. There was a group of people there, but none of them seemed to have noticed them. Just when they were passing one girl looked there and stopped to stare. Femi winked at her and she rushed to catch up with her friends, blushing furiously. Femi laughed quietly.

“We were spotted, Larry-baby”, he said in a low voice. “Didn't I tell you to keep quiet.” He sighed. “Oh, well.” Still smiling, Femi reached behind, took hold of Larry's throbbing cock and was about to push it inside Larry said: “W-wait! I've got a condom in my pocket. Put it on.

Femi sighed exparatedly, but complied. If the man insisted, why not. It wasn't like Femi had any diseases, he had a check-up once a month, anyway. He took the little packet from the pocket and slid it on. Then he quickly pushed the big white cock into his ass.

Larry shouted again, when Femi started to move, but this time the dark-skinned redhead didn't bother checking if they had been seen. He didn't care anymore; all he could think of was the cock inside him and the pleasure.

He looked behind him and smiled wickedly. He coiled the end of the rope around Larry's neck and tightened it. The man started gasping soon, and Femi left the rope there; tight but not too painful.

“You're strangling me!” Larry gasped.

Femi didn't answer, just continued riding the man. Sure, he was strangling him, but not trying to kill him. Soon he felt the man shuddering and then moan in his orgasm. Femi revelled in the feeling of the pulsing cock inside him; the orgasm seemed to go on forever. And if Femi accidentally tightened the rope, Larry didn't complain about it.

When he was sure Larry had stopped, Femi quickly turned around, disposed of the dripping condom and started rubbing himself against the shorter man. Larry was still gasping in his post-orgasmic bliss, when Femi came all over his crotch, including his clothing.

Only after he had properly returned from his own orgasm, Femi took the rope off Larry's neck and gently loosened his arms down. Larry moaned, when the muscles got to move again. Femi quickly coiled the rope back on the trash can.

“That was fun, don't you think”, he said, pulling his clothes back to order. “You had fun, too?”

Larry just nodded, looking down at his stained clothes. “What am I gonna tell Stacy?” he said.

Femi raised an eyebrow. “Your girl? Not my problem. You wanted a fuck; you got it. Now you deal with it.” He winked, tossed his bag over his shoulder and turned to leave.

“Bye, Larry-baby!” Femi called, not looking back. His bus was just coming to a stop and he got on it. It had turned out to be a fun day off after all.

END