Bent Over(Story in description!)

Dear Diary.

We did it in a dingy alleyway behind a pizza shop.

If someone’s readin’ this stinkin’ thing, and you make fun of me for this, I’m gonna kick your ass. This wasn’t how I planned it to go, I’m not an exhibitionist or anything like that, but sometimes the mood yanks your clothes off for you.

I knew the dude. Not personally, we weren’t pals, but I couldn’t seem to leave my house without bumping into him. See, him and his friends, they did charity work. In Panty’s Landing, pissing inside your own home makes you a saint, but they went above and beyond, man. They were always fixin’ sidewalks or cleaning up the trash—and for free.

Their leader, if they had one, was George.

George wore this simple red shirt, a backward baseball cap, and kept his beard perfectly trimmed. George had a body toned through countless hours of hard labor. George was kind as could be and that just friggin’ did something to me. I spent a few nights with my hands down my pants just wishing he was on top of me. Even thinking about it now…well, my hands aren’t in my pants, but I goddammit they will be before I’m done.

The day we fucked—THAT feels weird to write, damn—I bumped into him, literally, on the way back from getting a pizza. Both our asses hit the ground and some drugged-out jerk from across the street stole my food. It was my fault we fell, I can be a bit of a klutz, especially when I’m focusing on not focusing on something, but when he offered to buy me another pizza, I couldn’t refuse.

All I’d wanted since I first saw George was to have a conversation with him. To learn more about him! He was a box of mysteries that I was eager to unravel. So I don’t really know how we ended up in the alleyway, our chests pressed together, hearts beating in sync as our lips met. But once his hands started roaming my body? I wanted more.

My brain screamed get a room.

My body screamed who gives a shit.

And that’s when I threw caution to the wayside for some DICK.

I grabbed his junk—he was packin’, in case you were wondering—and sunk my teeth into his neck like a vampire. Each stroke woke his cock up more, and his moans encouraged me to go faster as he tore open my shirt, exposing my breasts to the world. I almost lost my balance as he began fondling them, legs shaky and weak, and when I said fuck me, please, he put his firm hands against my ass and lifted me into the air.

He teased me first, grinding against me, his cock bumping my clit as it tried hard to break through the zipper of his jeans. When he finally let the big sucker free, it poked against my soaked panties, and we stared at each other, both bodies radiating heat as we drowned in the pleasure of the moment. After a few seconds, he pulled my panties to the side and slid his cock all the way in.

Things started slow. We were both nervous, you know? He didn’t want to hurt me, I didn’t want to make him cum too quickly. Eventually this position became too awkward for us—sure, his balls smacking against me drove me nuts in the best way, but we struggled to find a good rhythm, and so I asserted some dominance, pushing him against the wall behind us and bending over in front of him, pushing my ass against his groin. He didn’t hesitate to enter me again.

This is when the show really kicked off.

We fucked hard. I don’t know what to write other than that. He squeezed my ass-cheeks so tight I wouldn’t sit right for a week, and each time I bounced back against him I slammed my full weight into him, determined to take every inch inside me, milk every ounce of cum out of him that I could. He tried being rough, tugging my hair back, but his kindness continued shining through—he couldn’t help but ensure I was okay.

Harder, I told him. Pull it harder.

Fuck, I’m touching myself just thinking about it.

I told you I wouldn’t be able to hold out.

Shit, my handwriting’s starting to get sloppy…

We didn’t last too long. Don’t go shitting on George, either. He made me cum three friggin’ times, each more earth-shattering than the last, before he dumped his load into me. I’d later learn he hadn’t been laid in a year—bad breakup. Him exploding inside of me, legs shaking as he coated my insides with his cum, almost brought me to my knees. He had to catch me to keep me from falling.

And, uh, yeah.

That’s the story of how I got done in a dingy alleyway.

We ended up forgetting the pizza, by the way.

What happened to George?

Well, I definitely fixed his not-getting-laid problem. There were a few months where we just couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Sometimes we’d fuck in that alleyway to relive the memories, or I’d blow him in his car, or we’d go to catch a movie and find ourselves naked in a bathroom stall together. I ain’t gonna lie, one time he tied me to his bed, blindfolded me, and ate me out—that shit was my jam.

We never ended up dating, though.

Why? It’s complicated. We knew we would be great together, but also knew it wouldn’t work. He was so obsessed with helping others, and his charitable efforts were scarcely noticed here in Panty’s Landing. He never shied away from the idea of exploring the world, experiencing different people and cultures, and returning with more experience, able to make more of a difference.

And I always supported him. Even on the day he packed his bags and left, I smiled, I told him I was proud of him, and when we said goodbye, I didn’t shed a single tear. It was rough, but I knew it would make him happy.

I know he’s out there somewhere, kicking ass and being a rad dude.

And haulin’ a friggin’ monster around in his pants.

All right, diary, that’s enough for tonight. I’ve got a date with my hand and some sexy ass memories.

THE END