Street Called Main

Chapter II: Part IV - Feel The Thunder

"Oh god.." Chris thought to himself, as his arms were bent backwards; bent over backwards - against a green dumpster in the alleyway, with his leggings and panties around his ankles; pounded into oblivion.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck I'm gonna-"

Chris felt it: the throbbing; then the release of Matt's hot, sticky semen inside his 'boi pussy.'

Matt held onto him for a moment, and then whispered in his ear, "Good riddance!"

Chris: didn't feel violated; nor did he feel dirty. The entire thing played out like a midnight porno of sorts.

Matt spanked his white ass; complete with a little red heart tattoo on the bottom outer area of his butt cheek.

Chris enjoyed the final touch; the spanking, rather. It wasn't his fantasy to be raped, but rather his fantasy to be manhandled and groped - shown love by a stranger; or a 'secret admirer,' rather.

Chris held his position, until it was Matt's turn to give the orders.

"Damn, bitch." Matt said as he held his cock in his right hand, dripping into the condom.

Matt pulled the condom off, and whipped it into the dumpster.

There was a brief moment of silence as Chris stood; bent over with his leggings and panties still around his ankles; Matt examining his glorious behind.

"You need a ride home?" Matt asked him, "Yeah.." Chris said with a brief pause including gasping for breath, initially.

Matt pulled up to the white cinder block building at which Chris lived in.

"It's the top right window; first door on the right at the top." Chris said to Matt; sitting in the passenger side, as Matt looked at the position of Chris' apartment window which he pointed to.

"That one?" Matt said, with a slight giggle and a smirk.

Matt was smitten with Chris. Chris didn't know what Matt was feeling at the time, but it was much akin to that of 'true love,' so to speak.

"Yeah, that one-" Chris replied.

"Look-" Matt said, turning towards Chris. Chris turned his head towards Matt, for a moment's time, "I don't - I didn't-"

"I just wanna' dance." Chris, interrupted. "Dance?" "I just wanted to play with fire. Set the world ablaze for once in history. Maybe it was God's will or plan, or whatever-"

"Forget about God." Interrupted Matt, "Remember the good times. Remember what transpired between you and I, tonight. I showed you love."

"Yeah.. yeah; I guess you did."

There was a brief silence; then Matt grabbed Chris' chin with his fingers, and planted a kiss on his lips.

They kissed for what seemed like forever. Chris didn't want the night to come to an end, but it was perfect nonetheless.

"Walk me up?" Chris asked him, "it would be my pleasure, little lady."