Disclaimer: All characters in this work of fiction are represented as being the age of eighteen or older. As this is fictitious, any resemblance of the characters to real life people is purely coincidental.
Dirty Boys
I decided to walk a different way home today from my walk. Not having a job gave me a lot of time to myself and I had started filling that time by taking long walks around the neighbourhood. I live in a council house on a street with the rest of the no-hopers and personally, I can't stand hanging around inside all day--I'm an outdoors lad, me. Yeah, I love being outside, it takes my mind of the dismal fucking life we gotta lead living on the shit side of town. There was no one at home, so every morning at around seven I'd get out of bed and get dressed: wearing my typical Adidas hoody--zipped up with no tee shirt on underneath, my jeans were pretty dirty because I wore them every day and my dirty old Puma trainers with white socks looking like a right chav.
Anyway, the walk was uneventful for the most parts so I'll move straight on to the interesting bits 'cause let's face it: that's what you all are reading for right?
Like I said, I was on the way back to the estate, dragging my feet because I was bored as fuck and pretty much in need of a good wank. It was still too early for anyone to be hanging around so I didn't waste the opportunity to enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasted.
I ended up just walking around the street, up and down a few times around the back of our place. We have a bit of a garden minus the grass, but I opted to sit outside by the back gate instead of going inside. Our cats were pissing about in somebody's back garden up the alley behind our house, so I went up to give them a telling off, and just as I did that, some lad spotted me. I must have looked like a right weirdo; leaning over a wall shouting at nothing because he couldn't see the cats from where he was stood across the street.
He appeared to have come from up the street. We lived in sort of an 'I' shape, with an alley separating the back of our house with the back of the houses across from ours and a set of garages at the bottom and a big steel factory at the top. Well this lad, looked to be older than me in his early thirties came from the top somewhere, hands in his tracksuit pockets and blond hair all messed up like he just woke up--he looked tired too. My first impression of the guy, was that he was tall, really massive, like well over six foot tall. He was good and fit too, you could tell from the tight tee shirt he wore that was nicely stretched over his flat stomach. He wore a matching Adidas tracksuit pants and jacket looking pretty fucking sexy to be honest. Same on his feet were Adidas trainers and white socks, I took immediate notice of him.
Weirdly, I walk around every morning at around the same time and I'd never noticed this guy before so I guess he was just passing. But, as I turned to pretend to be checking my pockets, he turned and headed towards me. Fuck. I was scared. What if he was some psycho? I didn't know. Being brave I walked towards him, and we passed right by each other without incident. Perversely, I was a little disappointed. I stood at the top of the alley as he went towards the bottom, aware that he could still be a troublemaker, I kept out of the alley and entered the street at the top.
Fuck, he was just so hot. I so wished I had said something to him or bumped him on the way passed, just to get some attention. I was pissed off with myself and kicked a wall as I fucked about with my iPod to try and take my mind off the dirty twitch in my boxers that guy had caused.
My regrets however, quickly turned in to arousal as I turned to head back down the alley; the sexy bastard was up against a wall across from my back gate, having a fucking piss against the wall! I immediately boned up in my jeans being the kinky boy that I am. I mean, shit, he must know I knew he was there right? It wasn't like he was being very secretive; just whipping it out and pissing up against a wall where you just passed someone wasn't exactly subtle.
I wanted to see his sweet cock, but he had his back to me, and I wasn't about to go rushing up there scaring him off. Fuck no! If I was gonna get something from this encounter, I would know that I would at least get to taste him. I waited for a little while around the corner, so he didn't know I was a pervy little shit. Though, what I was about to do would confirm that anyway no matter how hard I denied it. Fuck me, he was pissing for a long time. I was getting a few good rubs in through the front of my jeans in the meantime.
When he finally finished pissing, I peered around the corner. Noticing he had just left had my stomach in knots. What if he was waiting? Or even watching, ready to strike against me. It would have been fucking impressive if he knew how to snare me so easily, but I didn't care; I marched down the alley, face flushed, right up to the spot he had drained his nice tool. Oh, it was so hot, I audibly moaned seeing the huge wet patch against the wall, the nice hot piss just for me, dribbling down so seductively.
No matter how dirty it was, or how degrading: I didn't care, I wanted to drink all his juice now while it was still hot and fresh, so I slapped my palm in the centre of the dark spot, and gleefully held it there; feeling it run over my fingers and down the back of my hand. Mmm, ooh fuck I had to taste it--now!
Like an addict looking for a little bit of his addiction, my tongue swiftly found my palm, and licked like a hungry cat trying to clean itself. But I wasn't a cat, and I didn't want to be clean, no: I wanted to be dirty. Dirty as could be. And it was no surprise that once I'd sucked my fingers clean, I was down on my knees in the gravel like a bitch, licking at the fucking piss-drenched wall. Oh god, I wanted it all, but much of the tasty fluid was already soaked in to the cracks and the ground. I treated myself to a extra palmful before I reluctantly decided it was time to move on.
A footstep from around the corner alerted me to the presence of someone either approaching, or just leaving. I'd hoped it was the guy. Maybe I could follow his street-pissing antics further away, I thought. As I turned the corner to head to the main street, I almost ended up in the face of another guy, younger than the pisser, around my age; with short brown hair and wearing more of the stuff I love plus a high-visibility jacket. I'd guessed he worked nearby.
"Sorry mate." He said, neither of us making eye-contact.
We quickly walked around each other. He didn't seem rushed or anything but not having anywhere else to go but back the way I came, I decided to go forward, passed the front of our house and back around to the top of the alley to maybe grab another finger of wall-piss. However, before I turned in to the alley, I looked back; there was a white pick-up truck filled with leaves and branch-cuttings. I quickly realized that this was the younger guys vehicle, and he must have stopped nearby for some reason. And sure enough, as I looked back down the street, there he was coming back up from where we had crossed paths. He was heading back to his truck, or so it seemed. I saw him turn his head to glance at me as I turned and headed back to the alley behind my house. He was attractive, definitely had a bit of a rough boy type of image. I got a feeling of attraction on his side too. He didn't look gay, but then again neither did I, but I felt something when I saw him. It made my cock hard all over again.
I ended up sitting by my back gate, staring at the piss in front of me. I wasn't there for a second before I saw to my right, at the bottom of the alley, the yellow jacketed lad. He peered around the corner before strangely beating a retreat back the way he came. That made me grin. Got me to imagining dirty things he might want to do in this alley I was in but backed away noticing it was occupied. I sat back, thinking of them both; the blond guy and the younger lad. I imagined them both in the alley behind my house. Yeah, I was horny, there was no denying that, I started to rub myself through my jeans again.
He appeared again. This time at the top of the alley. Fuck. I was getting turned on now. He was checking out the area and I had an idea why. For about a minute I saw him, just walking around, it was obvious he was looking at me. Usually I did get a few looks, and this guy seemed interested. So, making myself appear a little bit more approachable, I spread my legs out in front of me, and acted as though I hadn't noticed him standing there. Since I was there, there was no point being subtle about it; I stuck my hand down the front of my jeans and had a bit of a fumble, noticing out of the corner of my eye, the lad in the neon vest. He stopped at the top of the alley and leaned against the wall. I pulled my hand back and stood up; I was gonna try something. I walked straight up to the top of the street, where he was stood. He moved around a little but never left the alley.
Fuck, my heart was beating like crazy. But I couldn't stop. We had some distance between us--me and the lad. He was on one side of the alley, I was on the other. I stood facing the wall, like I had no control of my actions, I unzipped myself and pulled my nine inches out. Still being cautious, I didn't want him to see my dick, so all I did was keep my back to him, and let the sound of my heavy piss hitting the wall ring in his ears. He was still there, breathing hard.
Yeah, I'm a dirty little fucker. But my guess; so is he.
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