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and pushes forward, driving into him in one swift thrust. I can see the man’s face grimace in pain as his chute is filled with his buddy’s prick. Then the lines of his mouth slide slowly into relaxation as pleasure wraps its shining arms about him. As the man behind him starts to fuck him in slow strokes, he rubs his hands over the smooth metal of the car’s hood as though it were the skin of his lover’s back.
    The man pumps the ass beneath him in ever-increasing movements, the shadows cast on his naked skin from the surrounding buildings trembling like leaves in the wind as they stretch and tense with his motions. I can see clearly his long cock as it pistons rapidly in and out of the smooth mounds as he enters and retreats. His hands grip his friend’s waist tightly and the muscles of his ass dimple and fill in again as he thrusts harder and harder.
    My hand moves over my prick swiftly as I watch them fuck. Spreading my legs, I slide my finger into my hole as far as it will go, massaging the opening as I imagine the man’s cock pounding my chute. Bringing it to my lips, I smell the musky scent of my ass and pretend that it is his. I slip the finger into my mouth and suck slowly and hungrily as I continue to pound my tool in time with the men who have made me so excited. I am getting very close and hope I can hold out until the end.
    The man getting fucked is running his face over the car’s surface, his tongue licking at the metal. He puts his hands under him and tries to push away, to reach his own dick and give it some relief, but he can’t. His hands reach up and grasp at the glass of the windshield as he writhes against the hood, pinned there by the weight of the larger man and the force of his hammering cock. Finally the man pulls back, allowing his captive to stand while still driving his prong into the tight ass. The dark-haired man’s cock bobs free as his body is rocked by the motion. He grabs hold of it and fists it wildly, his balls slapping madly beneath his hand as he rushes to bring the action to its conclusion.
    Leaning back, he rests his head on the other man’s shoulder as he comes. A long arc of white blasts from his prick and scatters over the hood. His arm continues its pumping motions as wave after wave spurts into the air. Then he is pushed forward and collapses on top of the car as the other man pulls out and jerks himself the rest of the way. Standing with his legs spread, he thrusts his hips forward and cranks his meat in short, quick strokes until he too sends a gush of jism into the night. The thick spray flashes momentarily in the lights before raining down on the prostrate form of the man on the hood.
    Having lasted to the end, I finally allow myself the release I have craved since waking. My balls tighten as I finish the last few strokes and blow my load. As my body shakes with the crash of my coming I have to bite my lips to keep from crying out. The cum shoots from my prick in four long volleys, and I watch glassy eyed and exhausted as it falls through the air to the street below, landing only feet away from the car but unnoticed by the two men. A final shot coats the steel bars of the fire escape with a sticky stain as I fall back against the stairs. When I open my eyes, I see that the two men have picked up their clothes and gotten back into the car. As I sit above them wrapped in the heat and darkness, the cum drying on my skin and my cock hanging spent between my thighs, I watch as the headlights shine on and the car moves slowly down the street away from me, leaving me alone with the quiet.

Becoming Al

    I like stories about transformation. I also enjoy the way sexual desire can bring about incredible changes in people. That’s what this story is about. I like to think of it as an X-rated Flannery O’Connor story.

    A lbert Grant sat in the balcony of the Showtime All-Male Theater wondering if he was expected to jerk off. Just in case,