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Ashley knew when he couldn’t wait any longer. He’d put away six beers softening up his date to the point where he risked leaving the table without fear his dinner companion would be gone when he got back. He had been a perfect gentleman and he was sure his date wouldn’t bail on him if he just ducked out to take a piss. He made his excuses and left the booth with a wink over his shoulder and quickly making his way to the back of the bar.

Bad luck. There were three guys lined up outside the men’s room. An even longer line-up of females at the ladies’ prevented any possibility of bypassing the line and sneaking in there to do his business. Urgency had swollen his bladder until it hurt. Looking around as desperate people do, Ash saw a potential solution to his conundrum.

The rest rooms were at the opening of a service corridor that led to the back of the building and a door marked “Exit”. Ash pressed past the people lined up to use the facilities and made his way down the hall toward the back door. Just as he went to push the door open, it yawned wide and he almost ran headlong into a powerful-looking black male as he entered from outside.

“Sorry,” Ash squeaked, taking in the scent of cigarette smoke that clung to the man’s body. He’d been smoking outside. He was probably one of the staff, Ash thought.

“In a hurry there, fella?”

Ash apologized again and pressed on past the man, his need curtailing his manners.

Once outside, the cool air of the late summer night hit his face and he shuddered, realizing he was sweating in his predicament. He looked around. The back of the bar shared an alley with several other businesses, but the only operating light in the passage came from a caged fixture above the bar’s back door. Outside of the light’s halo, the alley was shrouded in darkness up to the sidewalk of the busy street. There was a garbage dumpster off to one side of the door, and beside that, containers for storing used cooking oil. A row of recycling bins lined the back wall of the building. The asphalt was littered with small items of refuse, from bottle caps and cigarette butts to the odd spent condom.

Ash was content that he was alone behind the bar and stepped into the shadow between the dumpster and the other containers, facing the wall. Darkness hid him up to the shoulders at least. He unbuckled his belt as fast as he could, unzipped and yanked his boxers down, freeing his dick. He closed his eyes and let out a groan as he spun gold against the wall.

And it was because he closed his eyes and groaned, he realized later, that he neither heard, nor saw, the service door opening again. He did register the click of the door closing, though he didn’t immediately recognize the sound as such.

His eyes snapped open and his head flipped to the side, following the direction of the noise, but he saw nothing. His heart had skipped a beat. He suffered a shy bladder and could not easily piss with an audience, but such was his continuing need to urinate, his flow remained uninterrupted by his startled reaction. In fact, he was just finishing up as he heard another sound and this time it was behind him. His bladder and his cock contracted and he reached for his crotch, intending to put himself in order, just as a pair of hands settled on his shoulders.

Ash froze. The hands did not move away. In the cool air of the evening, he could feel the warmth of those hands through his t-shirt. That was not all. There was heat on his neck too, the hot breath of someone very close. There was a slight sniff and Ash wondered if the stranger had indeed just smelled him.

He could imagine his scent and it made him self-conscious even though he had scrubbed himself down thoroughly for his date tonight. He had used a fragrant body wash, and if the person behind him had a discerning sense of smell, he might recognize it as a popular brand. His shampoo was also familiar to the shopping public as a common dandruff-fighter. His deodorant was supposed to be redolent of ocean freshness.

Ash thawed slightly, realizing he might be in danger, but his dignity wouldn’t let him turn to face a challenger with his dick hanging out. He again started to mobilize toward the goal of putting away his privates when the hands on his shoulders Antalya travesti tensed slightly. The alteration to the pressure was only slight, but Ash took it as a command to remain still. He complied in uncertainty, having never faced a situation like this.

Who was behind him? Was it a fellow patron of the bar? That didn’t make sense, as anyone out here for a piss or a quick smoke would just go about their business. Wouldn’t they? The manager or supervisor of the bar? Out here to ask him to take his business and his bodily fluids somewhere else? A cop? To arrest him for indecency?

The hands slid slow as snails from the top of his shoulders down to the shoulder blades, where they settled for a moment before moving over to Ash’s arms, fingers traipsing over his biceps, bare skin in contact with bare skin now. The fingertips were rough, not soft like Ash’s own, and Ash concluded that the fingers belonged to a man who worked with his hands. A cook? A dishwasher?

The fingers continued to slide down his arm, over the sensitive skin of the inside of his elbow joints and down to his forearms until, finally, the man’s hands met Ash’s. With ease, those hands pulled Ash’s hands away from his dick. He held Ash’s hands in his warm hands for a few seconds, and when Ash was about to turn his face over his shoulder and demand that the stranger let him go, the man intertwined his fingers in Ash’s and raised both hands up until they were almost at the level of his head. Then he pushed Ash’s hands against the wall and slipped his hands over top of them. Ashley nearly lost his balance, falling forward to be supported by his hands.

Ash was now leaning against the wall, with his hands up against the wall. When he had leaned forward, the other man had leaned forward as well. Now the whole-body heat of the man warmed Ash’s back and the pressure of his presence was strangely comforting. In an instant, Ash realized this man meant him no harm. Whatever his object was, he was pursuing it almost gently, and Ash found himself responding to the strange overtures. He looked up at his hands with the stranger’s hands covering them. They were wrapped in brown skin. That was obvious even in the light, dim and wan at this distance, cast by the fixture over the service door.

The man wore a watch on his left wrist. It was 11:49 pm.

The breath on his neck changed position, misting against the right side of Ash’s neck. A fragrance of mint prevailed, wrestling with the scent of cigarette smoke. Soft lips brushed the skin behind Ash’s right ear and he let his head fall back and his eyes roll up in his skull. A few feet away, he felt his member charging with blood. The kisses went beneath his ear and up under his jaw. Ash felt the man inhale the scent of his shaving soap before the stranger’s lips covered his own. At first, it wasn’t a kiss. The man simply rubbed his lips gently around Ash’s lips, even up to his nose. Then he unleashed his tongue on Ash, licking and then sucking at the immobilized man’s lips.

As his lips were ravished by the man’s erotic onslaught, Ash felt a gentle jab against his backside, the black man’s needy erection. It might have scared Ash, but he was rapidly succumbing to this strange seduction. It didn’t even occur to him to resist. His own heat-seeker was alive with want now and almost as he thought of it, the man’s right hand let Ash’s go, tracing a caress down Ash’s right arm, faster than before, but still with control and restraint. When the hand reached Ash’s shoulder, it curled under his arm to caress Ash’s chest, gauging the muscles there before finding an erect nipple pressing against the fabric of the t-shirt. Ash moaned in his arousal.

His eyes flicked at the man’s watch. The man’s left hand was still over his.

11:51.

This delightful assault had only been going on for three or three-and-a-half minutes? The experience seemed to stretch itself into an infinity of sensual pleasure, but even if it could not be infinite, Ash knew it wasn’t over yet. The man’s tongue wrestled with his, easily overpowering him. They sucked at each others lips, even nipped gently at one another. The errant hand left his nipple wanting more as it dipped lower down his torso, and, as Ash hoped, it stretched Antalya travestileri out and touched his cock. Or his cock stretched out to meet it.

Ash was afraid he would come right away. He’d been softening up his date all night for the high, hard one and he was already ripe with anticipation before he ever stepped out the back door of the bar. But this unlooked-for stimulation was driving him mad with need and desire. The man caressed the blunt head of Ash’s cock with the palm of his hand, maddening the sensitive bulb, before he curled his fingers around the shaft itself. His rough hand gave a gentle pull from the base to the tip and Ash invoked God. The man gave another pull, and another and already Ash felt close.

The motion stopped and the hand was slowly withdrawn. Then, the man leaned back–Ash saw the time was 11:52 as the man’s left hand was withdrawn over his shoulder–and left Ash’s bare hand flat against the cinder blocks of the wall. The poke against his backside was gone, the heat was off his back. Ash felt deserted. He would have turned around then, modesty be damned, to see what was going on, but he heard the sounds that gave him his answer: the clink of a belt buckle, the zip of a fly; a moment later, a tear slashed across a wrapper. The sound was so distinctive, Ash could almost see the glint of the foil as the rubber was removed.

All was still and silent for several moments. Ash heard the street noise way up the alleyway: horns honking, drunken summer revelers laughing in the distance. When motion occurred, it was sudden and direct: in one fluid move, the man snagged his thumbs in Ash’s unbuttoned, unbuckled pants and yanked them down around his knees. A quick pull on Ash’s boxers followed and Ash felt the summer breeze on his ass cheeks. His sharp intake of breath at being so roughly handled caused the man to laugh.

Two firm hands planted themselves on Ash’s buttocks and spread them wide. Ash felt something warm probing his anus as he heard the man spit on his gloved cock. He rubbed the spit around, and finally, he pushed his hard cock into Ash’s asshole.

Ash groaned in momentary pain and ecstasy. He thought he would split in two as the man sank into him relentlessly and with purpose. His hands, which had been leaning palm-flat against the wall, made fists, flexing against the concrete. He bit his lower lip to stifle a cry. Then, as the man began to pull back and thrust with his lubricated cock, Ash stopped holding his breath and it blew out of him with the first waves of pure pleasure.

As the black man thrusted against his ass, Ash began to push back, enjoying the way the man’s hips battered his buttocks. His hole widened and contracted in the wake of the man’s cock. White heat surged in his bowels as they gave way for the invading flesh.

The service door opened and a head stuck out.

“Anybody out here?”

The face in the doorway was shadowed by the harsh light above, but Ash, terrified and aroused by the prospect of being seen in this position, could neither retreat nor force himself to answer. He merely emitted grunts in time to the thrusts from the man behind him.

The head in the doorway gave a hoarse chuckle.

“Oh, well, look at you fuckers. Anyway, last call is in five.”

The head disappeared and the door slipped shut with a click. It was so absurd, both lovers laughed through their heavy breathing. Then, as if he wanted to make last call, Ashley’s top began pushing faster in and out of his fuck-toy’s ass, and with the change of rhythm, Ash’s arousal, already high, began to peak. He put all his weight against his left hand. He needed his right hand on his cock, jacking himself off as slowly as he could, despite the temptation to match the top’s pace on his backside. He felt a knot in his stomach and fire in his loins and knew that he was close to coming. The man was fucking him with his full length, almost withdrawing before shoving his full length back inside Ash. Over and over, the man crashed against him like the waves of some unstoppable ocean. To his delight, Ash heard his lover’s breath change to gasps and he understood that the black man in his ass was about to come as well. Those final waves would crash inside him.

As he Travesti antalya pumped himself, Ash heard a groan from behind him. He nearly lost his balance when the man put his arms around Ash’s waist and leaned heavily into him for his last long stroke, burying himself deep inside Ash’s arse. Their voices, thick and hoarse with ecstasy, cried out in their release. Ash felt the throbbing organ inside him even as his own member pulsed and propelled his cum against the wall in fantastic spurts. Pleasure rolled through him like a thunderstorm across the land, animated and crackling with electricity, bringing relief from the tension that built it up.

They stayed that way for a short time. The black man’s perspiration dripped from his face onto Ash’s neck as he nibbled on his lover’s ear. Then, the man stood to his full height and Ash missed the heat against his back. The cock inside him, still bone-hard, was sharply withdrawn, leaving Ash feeling empty and incomplete. Ash’s limp muscles sagged as the tension left them, replaced by fatigue. Tell-tale sounds behind him confirmed the encounter was over. The rubber plopped as it came off the man’s cock, another plop following as it was discarded in the litter at their feet, then the tinkle of the belt buckle on tightened leather and the fastening of the zipper. The black man didn’t say a word, but Ash knew the man was looking at his ass because he gave an appreciative sigh at what he saw. In confirmation, a hand fell on his buttock in a playful slap before the man disappeared from behind him and went inside.

Still fatigued, Ash pulled his own boxers up, tucking his semi-hardness inside before hiding all in his jeans. He too fastened his pants, zipping and buckling up. For the first time since taking a piss, he turned away from the wall. The cool night air kissed his sweaty forehead. He looked around. The alley was abandoned, even as it had been when he came out of the building. At his foot, just within the reach of the pale light above the door, lay the discarded condom. Even from standing height, he could see it in the dim glimmer leaking its hot liquid cargo onto the pavement.

It was proof this hadn’t been a feverish dream of some kind.

He went inside. There was no longer a line-up to the rest room, which he thought figured, so he went in and splashed cold water on his face and washed his still-trembling hands.

Leaving the men’s room, he checked his phone, luckily still in his pocket, for the time. 12:01. He’d been away from his date for about fifteen minutes, but even though his dinner companion had been skittish all evening, when Ash returned, the table was still occupied. The sight of his date nearly necessitated a public readjustment of his cock in his pants. He still had juice left in his balls and he needed to put it all somewhere.

“Where did you go? I thought you left.”

The young blond man was named Kent. He was nervous enough already and probably only stayed in hope of Ash’s return so that he wouldn’t be stuck with the bill for the food and the drinks, a bill he likely couldn’t afford to pay.

“I’m back now. Do you want to get going?”

“Um, yes.”

Ashley regarded Kent as the young blond put on a light jacket. He was lithe and thin and, like Ash himself, was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. His heart-shaped ass was just apparent from the tightness of his jeans. That was good, because Ash still had felt want. His encounter with the black man notwithstanding, he was normally a top, and everything about Kent said “bottom”.

It was that awkward time of the night when a decision needed to be made. Would they go home separately or together? Ash reached out and pinched Kent’s ass, impatient, and knowing that he had to press the young man eventually to see if he was interested or not. Kent let out a squeal that was lost in the sound of the busy bar, so attracting no attention but Ashley’s. The younger man turned to face Ash with a look of startled surprise, but no displeasure. Ash leaned in and whispered in Kent’s ear.

“I need you, Kent. I’m going to drill you so hard and so long tonight. Do you want that?”

There, his cards were all on the table. It was true, after his anal stimulation and orgasm, he would still be good for a second bout and maybe even a third. His first release only guaranteed that it would take him longer to climax each time, extra minutes he would like to spend hammering the young man’s ass.

He stood back and watched as a shy but naughty smile stretched Kent’s lips.

It was going to be a good night.

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