The alley behind the bar reeked of piss and stale beer, the single flickering bulb above the service door casting long shadows across cracked concrete. Marcus had stepped out for a smoke, his leather jacket open against the night chill, when the bigger man appeared. No words at firstjust a shove that slammed Marcus against the brick wall hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs.
"Get on your knees."
The voice was low, gravel-rough, and left no room for argument. Marcus was six-foot-one, built from years of gym work, but this stranger had a good four inches and fifty pounds on him, all of it muscle wrapped in a black hoodie and dark jeans. A hand fisted in Marcus's hair before he could react, yanking him down until his knees hit the ground with a jolt of pain.
"Fuck you," Marcus spat, twisting, but the grip only tightened. The stranger's other hand was already at his belt, the metallic clink of the buckle loud in the empty alley. The zipper followed, and then the thick, heavy cock was outhalf-hard, veined, the head already glistening under the weak light.
"Open."
Marcus kept his mouth shut, teeth clenched, but the stranger didn't waste time negotiating. He slapped the cock against Marcus's closed lips once, twice, smearing pre-cum across them. The hand in his hair twisted sharply, forcing his head back until his neck strained. Pain flared at the roots. When Marcus gasped, the cock pushed past his lips in one brutal thrust.
The taste hit him firstsalt, musk, skin. The stranger was thick enough that Marcus's jaw ached immediately, the head sliding over his tongue and pressing toward the back of his throat. He gagged, eyes watering, hands coming up to shove at the man's thighs, but the stranger only laughed low and drove deeper.
"That's it. Take it. You came out here looking for trouble, didn't you?"
Marcus tried to shake his head, but the motion only made the cock slide further. Spit flooded his mouth, dripping down his chin in thick strings. The stranger set a rhythmshort, forceful thrusts that used Marcus's mouth like a hole, no care for the choking sounds or the way Marcus's fingers dug into denim. Every time Marcus tried to pull back, the grip on his hair yanked him forward again until his nose was buried in the coarse hair at the base.
Tears streaked his face. His own cock was traitorously hard in his jeans, pressing against the zipper with every gag. The stranger noticed, of course. He reached down with his free hand and squeezed Marcus through the denim, rough and possessive.
"Look at that. You love being used. Open wider."
Marcus's lips were stretched obscenely around the shaft now, jaw locked open. The stranger fucked his mouth in earnest, hips snapping forward, the head battering the back of his throat until Marcus's vision blurred. Each thrust forced another wet choke, more saliva spilling out to soak the front of his shirt. The stranger's breathing grew ragged above him, the only sign he was affected at all.
When the stranger finally pulled out, Marcus gasped for air, strings of spit connecting his swollen lips to the glistening cock. He barely had time to suck in a breath before the stranger hauled him up by the jacket, spun him around, and bent him over the rusted dumpster.
Hands yanked his jeans down to his thighs. The cool air hit his bare ass for only a second before the stranger's cocknow slick with Marcus's own spitpressed between his cheeks.
The penetration was brutal and immediate. No prep, just the thick head forcing past the tight ring of muscle. Marcus cried out, the sound raw and broken, but the stranger's hand clamped over his mouth, muffling it. Inch after inch sank into him, stretching him open, the burn mixing with an unwanted pulse of heat low in his gut.
The stranger fucked him with the same ruthless pace he'd used on his mouthdeep, punishing strokes that rocked the dumpster against the wall. Each thrust shoved Marcus forward, his own cock rubbing against the cold metal. The hand not over his mouth reached around and stroked him in time, tight and fast, until Marcus was shaking, coming in hot pulses against the dumpster with a muffled groan.
The stranger didn't stop. He used Marcus's spasming body until his own rhythm faltered, then buried himself to the hilt and came with a low growl, flooding Marcus's ass. When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down Marcus's thighs in thick trails.
The stranger zipped up without a word, leaving Marcus bent and wrecked against the dumpster. Only when the footsteps faded did Marcus slide to the ground, legs trembling, the taste of the stranger still thick on his tongue and the ache in his ass a throbbing reminder.
He stayed there in the dark, breathing hard, already wondering how soon he could come back to the same alley.
