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a soft moan, and his hips pressed hard into mine as he tugged me closer still.
    Our mouths crushed together harder as his hand slipped between my legs. He rubbed my growing erection, and I nipped the end of his tongue before tearing my mouth away. My hand slipped beneath his shirt to fondle lush abs and pectorals, before my sense of reason shook me:
    You’re making out with a strange man in an alley , it shrieked, using my father’s voice.
    I jumped away from Jack, skittered to a stop near the dumpster. He stared at me in obvious surprise, doe eyes wide and searching. “I’m sorry. I thought you were--”
    “ Gay?” My smile felt weary, as memories of Dad’s snide comments over my sexual orientation flowed. “Yeah, I am. Sorry, it’s not you. You’re…” I blushed, glanced away. “You’re beautiful. It’s just my father. If he happened to come out here…”
    “ Fuck him.” Jack’s lip curled in a sneer. “What’s he gonna do?” The sneer turned to a smile as he stood and walked over. “And you’re rather hot yourself, thank you. Between the two of us, I think we could take the old bastard out if he shows his face.”
    I laughed loud at this. The thought of my father in a fist fight with me and an unknown lover conjured an absurd image in my mind. Would be fun to shock the shit out of my old man, though. I rarely took such chances. While I hadn’t lived with my father since I was fifteen--the year I came out--his verbal and physical torment still held power over me. It made me rigid, afraid to feel for any man, in case he abused me the way my father had. I often broke relationships off before the one year mark. I was just too terrified to grow attached.
    But Jack offered a fling. Nothing more. No attachment. No strings. So, why not? Screw my father and his disapproval. I didn’t need his acceptance. Never had and never would. These thoughts boosted my courage.
    Jack placed his forehead to mine and gazed in my eyes. “So…what’d you say? You look like you could use a good fucking to loosen you up.”
    But he was a stranger. I didn’t know his sexual past. “I… I can’t…”
    He held up a plastic bag. “If you’re worried about protection, I got fresh ones in here.” He smirked as he pulled out a box of condoms. “Can I take you for a ride, pretty boy?”
    I scoffed. “Who’re you calling pretty?”
    His response was another scorching kiss. He reached down and groped my crotch, pinning me to the brick wall as he did so. The rough blocks grazed my skin through my shirt, but I barely noticed. His smell wafted up my nose, dizzied my head. A mix of mint and musk.
    I ran my hand down his face, enjoying the tickle of stubble against my smooth palm. He tore his mouth from mine, just as he tore the buttons from my shirt.
    “ My father’ll see that.” My protest was weak and breathless.
    “ Too bad,” Jack growled, before he took my left nipple between his teeth.
    I laughed and pushed my overly-cautious nature away.
    He took his time licking, kissing, and sucking a path to my waist. Then he swiftly tore open my belt and pants. I arched my hips forward to help him tug them and my underwear to my knees.
    His warm, wet mouth closed tightly around my throbbing cock. Sighing, I thrust deep into his mouth until my balls brushed his chin. With my glans touching the back of his throat, he sucked hard on my aching erection. I moaned loud and long before I could stop myself. It had been a while since I’d been with anyone, and this sensation was paradise.
    His mouth slipped back to my thick head, while one hand kneaded my swollen scrotum. With his tongue, he tortured the glans and my hole. The head of my cock pulsed so strong it hurt. I bucked forward, forcing my penis farther between his lips. He chuckled around the shaft before deep-throating me. The vibration, the hot pressure of his mouth wrapped around me once more, felt sublime.
    His mouth slipped up and down my penis faster, faster. I struggled