"Oh, yeeeh," Guy moaned as the stranger thrust his length deep into his ass once more. The man's breath was coming in short pants as he thrust in and out. There was nothing romantic about this, it was animal lust, pure and simple fucking. Not that there was anything romantic about the alley behind the bar they had met. With his face pressed against the brick wall, legs splayed and ass impaled on the other's cock, Guy thought back to how he had got her.
It was a Friday night, and he had been feeling horny, so had gone out. On a whim, he'd put his panties on, plain cotton with lacy edgings, rather than his boxers, to add an edge to the evening. He'd left his phone at home, not wanting to be contactable, and taking his id and cash out of his wallet, grabbed his wallet and headed to a bar he knew.
The evening had gone how countless hook ups had gone before. The two men had got talking, making it clear they were interested in each other, and beer followed beer as they talked the night away. They'd danced, bodies rubbing up and down each other, until the bar was closing, and they were one of the last to leave. After exiting, they took a few steps from the exit, before the other guy pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss.
Tongues entwined, they lost themselves to the world, and when they finally came up for air, most of the crowds leaving the bar had dispersed.
"God I want your ass," the man, James he'd said his name was, "and I can't wait."
Grabbing Guy's hand, he pulled him down the alley that ran beside the bar. Guy's head was buzzing. The thrill of outdoor sex, the chance of being caught, along with the many beers he'd had were making his head spin.
Far enough into the darkness, James pushed Guy gently against the wall, and they kissed some more, hands running up and down each other's chests. James was a big man, powerfully built, and Guy marvelled at the feel of his muscles under his fingers.
Breaking their kiss, James got down on his knees, and unbuckled Guy's trousers, pulling them to the ground. He continued to try and get them off Guy's feet, and not wanting to be encumbered by them, Guy lifted one loafer and then the other, allowing his trousers to come free. The guy casually tossed them over his shoulder, across the alley, before noticing Guy's panties.
"Got myself a little girlie, have I?" he laughed, before pulling them down round Guy's ankles, letting his cock spring free.
"Oh no, my mistake," he laughed, taking guy's dick in his mouth, the warmth of it causing Guy to gasp out loud.
Guy had to lean back, taking his weight against the wall as James sucked him off, the skill the other man massaged his dick with his lips and tongue made him go weak at the knees. Before long, he knew he was coming, and without holding back blew his load into James's mouth.
"My turn now," James smiled, licking his lips from the stray cum. Whipping his trousers off, he spun Guy around to face the wall, but not before Guy saw his cock, big and long and aching to be buried in his ass.
Spreading his legs, he allowed James's fingers to explore his ass, probing and massaging him, preparing for the treat to come. The first thrust, when it came was unexpected, and the size of James caused him to cry out, first in pain, but then, as his ass adjusted to the size, in pleasure.
Which brought him back to the hear and now. His own breath was ragged now, both men reaching their peak, his ass thrusting back to meet James's thrusts. His own dick, swinging free was hard again, but he resisted the urge to grab it, hands instead supporting his weight as he took James's full length again.
"Ahhhhhhh," he heard from behind him, and he felt James's cock pulsing in his ass. Squeezing his ass, he milked James's cock, feeling wave after wave of cum spurting into his ass, revelling in the feeling of fulfilment. After a moment or two, James's cock finished, and he pulled it out with a plop.
Guy just stood there, breathing hard, head against the wall, his world spinning, partly from sexual release, and partly from drink. Taking another moment or two, he turned to thank James and see if they wanted to take it back to his house.
But James had gone. In the moment's that he'd been recovering, James had done a runner. No biggie, Guy thought, they both got what they wanted, and that was fine by him. Reaching down, he pulled his panties up, feeling the cum oozing out of his ass onto the material, and he looked across the alley for his trousers.
Except these were not there. He hunted around for a minute, expecting to find them wedged behind a box, but with rising dread, he realised they were not there. James had taken them, along with everything in them, and he idly wondered if he had been mugged, or James had taken them as a joke, not realising what else was in them.
A flash of light from the ground caught his eye, and he realised it was his keys. Lying next to them was his id, both lying as if they had fallen from his pockets, and with a sigh of relief, realised that at least he hadn't lost everything.
Then he took stock. He was a couple of miles from his flat, with no money, and no trousers, wearing women's underwear. He thought about trying the bar, see if they could call him a taxi but he didn't want to face the stares, the unasked questions of why he was in that state. His drunken mind convinced him that the best approach was to walk home.
Getting to the edge of the alley, he looked out, glad it was all clear. Taking off at a gentle run, he headed towards home. A couple of times he heard cars coming behind him, and he tried to hide in the shadows to avoid being seen. Once he managed it, letting a sigh of relief as they drove past, but the other the car let out a load toot and he get an ironic cheer from the passengers as they went past.
After about ten minutes he realised the exercise and the drink was a bad combination. He needed a rest, and finding a convenient lamp post, leant up against it. Closing his eyes, he drifted into a bit of a daze, which was why he didn't spot the third car until it was nearly upon him. It was only when the headlights cast onto his face that he jerked awake, and quickly dash towards the nearest alley, trying to hide til the car had gone past.
Unlike the previous two, this didn't drive past. Instead, it pulled up, and two men got out. Worried, Guy turned and ran a little, glancing over his shoulder, getting ten yards before realising that the two men were policemen. As a law-abiding citizen, he stopped, running from the law was a bad idea. He hoped they would take pity on him and take him home. His hopes were soon dashed when the older of the two, a man who looked to be in his mid-40s spoke.
"What do we have here, looks to me like a little prostitute looking for some work."
"A male one too, by the looks of that bulge," the other, a younger man, taller than his partner, probably mid-twenties, added.
"You know soliciting is illegal mate. We're going to have to take you down to the station."
At this point, Guy found his voice, "No, no, you've got it wrong, I'm not after anything, not selling anything. I just want a ride."
"He wants to give you a ride," the older man deliberately misheard, "we definitely need to take you in now. Unless you can think of anything that you can do to convince us otherwise?"
"Yes, yes, anything, I'll do anything," Guy stammered, his fuddled mind not catching on to the meaning.
"Anything?" the younger policeman smiled, "well in that case..." he added, stepping closer to Guy, before reaching down and unzipping his trousers.
