Line Up

In the shadowed throat of a narrow alley, Alex Eden corners Troy Brewer, the fresh-faced newcomer who stumbled into the wrong night. Alex's hands clamp down like iron vices on Troy's shoulders, shoving him against the damp brick wall. No words, just the raw hunger in Alex's eyes as he yanks Troy's shirt open, buttons scattering like fleeing rats. Troy gasps, but Alex silences him with a bruising kiss, teeth nipping at his lower lip until it swells. Alex's fingers claw at Troy's belt, ripping it free with a sharp tug. Pants shoved down to his ankles, Troy's cock springs hard and exposed into the cool air. Alex grins, feral, dropping to his knees. He engulfs Troy in one swift motion, mouth hot and demanding, tongue swirling with greedy precision. Troy's hips buck involuntarily, hands fisting in Alex's hair, but Alex controls the pace—sucking deep, then pulling back to tease the tip with flicks that make Troy whimper. Rising like a predator claiming its kill, Alex spins Troy around, face-first into the wall. He spits into his palm, slicks himself, and thrusts in without mercy. Troy cries out, the burn sharp and unrelenting as Alex pounds into him, each stroke a punishing rhythm of lust. Alex's hand snakes around, gripping Troy's throbbing length, stroking in time with his brutal drives. Sweat slicks their skin; the alley echoes with grunts and the wet slap of flesh. Alex doesn't let up, bending Troy further, one leg hooked up for deeper access. He bites at Troy's neck, marking him as his own, while his free hand pinches and twists a nipple until Troy begs—for more, for release. Finally, with a guttural growl, Alex spills inside, hot and claiming. He wrings Troy's climax from him seconds later, milking every drop as Troy shudders against the bricks, spent and broken in the best way.