Go with Nathan?

Miles’ eyes dulled slightly, his body loosened as he felt the sturdy throbbing pulse of a hard shaft against the back of his hand. The ties on the waistband were struggling to keep it suppressed. Somewhere off in the distance of the night, echoed Jay and Dec as they bolted from the alley; their footsteps scrambling against the pavement while they dashed a small mysterious package in a nearby bush and disappeared into the clearing of the culdesac.

Miles barely noticed.

Nate was too close.

The heat of Nate’s breath brushed against Miles’ face, sending a nervous flutter through his chest. Nate leaned in, his voice low and sharp.

“Shhh”

Their eyes locked in the dim light of the alley, the world outside suddenly falling silent.

Nate moved first.

The alleyway light caught the black of his Nike tech as he stepped in close, the waistband of his grey joggers hanging low enough to reveal white Calvin Kleins and a dickprint in the shadows. Nate looked relaxed, but there was something controlled in the way he carried himself; like he already knew what was going to happen next.

Miles barely had time to think before Nate caught his wrist.

His grip was rough and firm, tugging Miles a step closer. Nate guided Mile’s hand down and against him through the fabric he felt it, a solid 9 inches. Nate held the hand there just long enough to make sure Miles processed that he was making moves on him, and then pushed his hand away in a sudden motion whilst he kissed his teeth.

Miles took a breath, they hadn’t realised that they weren’t breathing; wanting to take in every moment.

Nate leaned in, voice deep and commanding, edged with lazy south london slang.

“Oi… don't be tryin' act all shy now g”

His eyes for a brief moment lost composure, paranoia kicked in flickered towards the street at the of the alley, then back to Miles.

“Come with me den yeah…” then with a little more chest “...NOW” his voice was just loud enough not to carry out into the street.

Nate grab hold of Mile’s sleeve for a second, his fingers curled round and tugged, like he expected to be followed,

The alley light hung weak between above them, throwing long shadows along the brickwork. Nate shifted his weight, the Black Nike Tech tracksuit hanging loose on him. His grey joggers, visible, sagged low on his hips, showing a small patch of damp. Everything about the way he stood looked careless; but it wasn’t. It was the kind of posture that came from knowing nobody around was about to pressure or G check you.

He gave Miles’ sleeve one last tug.

Then Nate turned, his sag showing two caked up cheeks as he made moves.

He started walking out of the alley without waiting, shoulders rolling slightly with that slow, confident sway some guys carried; the kind that made it obvious they were from the ends, used to being watched, used to people falling in step behind them.

Halfway to the end of the alley he glanced back over his shoulder with confidence.

“You coming or what g?”

His voice was low, casual, like it wasn’t even a question.

Beyond the alley the main road buzzed with distant traffic and orange streetlights, but Nate didn’t head that way. Instead he cut across towards a darker side lane that ran behind a row of shuttered shops. The place was quiet, tucked away from the road, the hum of the city fading the deeper you went.

A car sat parked at the far end, half hidden in shadow.

Nate slowed near it, looking back again briefly to check Miles was still there before reaching into his pocket for the keys. The streetlamp above flicked once, catching the curve of his jaw and the black letter on his waist band before the light settled.

He nodded towards the car.

“Safe,” he muttered. “Ain’t noone bothering us down ere g.”

Nate unlocked the car and slid in the driver’s seat like he owned the night.

The seat was pushed far back, almost touching the rear bench, leaving a long stretch of space in front of him. He cotched comfortably, legs spread slightly, joggers low as he hung back. The white band of his Kleins showed again above the sag, framed by the loose black trackie top falling over the tip of his dick which had now begun to **** its way out on its own.

Miles climbed into the passenger side, the door closing with a dull thud that seemed loud on the quiet street.

For a moment neither of them spoke a word.

Nate rested back deeper into the seat, one hand lazily over the steering wheel the other dropping to his waistband. The dim streetlight outside cut across the inside of the car, catching the relaxed spread of his posture; confident, unbothered, like he’d done this a hundred times before.

His eyes drifted sideways towards Miles.

A faint smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.

“See…” he murmured, voice low in the quiet car, “told you you should come with man.”

Nate tugged hard at his waistband, his dick flung right out, lifting and thudding back against his lower stomach and black pubic hair. His jaw clenched and his dick stiffened and fell as he intentionally made the blood rush to his hard dick, this happened a few times. The cold air caused a vapour of condensation to rise from the precum that pooled on his bellend.

“Dick ain’t gonna suck itself g…” he trailed off and winked, kissing his teeth and pushing his hips up as he hard cock throbbed.

Miles' eyes widened as he was mesmerised. He lent in. His wet warm lips grazed the tip of Nate’s dick, the precum lubricated his lips, pushing and forcing them open, the thugs dick slid in; they both couldn’t help but moan in agreement.

Miles’ lips passed over the throbbing hard bellend and down the girthy shaft, and the hard veins massaged his lips as his head began to bop up and down - juicy watery saliva began to splutter out and down, bubbles began to pop and spit.

“Narh man, you know how to give a good noddy” he continued, mentioning something about how the head game was better than his girlfriends.

His joggers had slipped down legs and pooled at his ankles, revealing strong hairy thighs as he grabbed Miles’ head and began to thrust harder, faster.

“Mmmmm” Miles moaned in pleasure.

“Keep sucking that fucking dick” Nate’s head swung back in pleasure, both hands on Miles’ head now, as his face fucked the same guy he’d not long ago been giving shit to.

It was a while before Nate’s firm grip let go of Miles’ head while he continued to speed up thrusting his hard dick into the back of his warm throat; his hands began to wonder.

Nate’s thumb teased Mile’s waistband before tugging hard and tearing them off his frame, his fingers wet from precum teased his tight little hole.

Miles nodded.

Nate spat on his finger and slid it in and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Fuckk, you’ve got a tight pussy, amma need a ride g”

Miles nodded again, agreeing.

Nate quickly pulled up his joggers, his dick still out and swung open the car door, stepping outside. He pulled Miles by his waist so that his boy pussy was just outside the car while he stood outside; the car door shielding the view from anyone that might pass by and began slapping his thick dick against his wet hole. Nate quickly looked around, making sure no one was about.

“You wanna take this dick innit?”

“Yeah” he consented.

After another quick glance around Nate began to tease the tip of his hard dick against

Mile’s cheeks before gently sliding it in. Miles moaned and Nate grunted.

“Fuck g” He grabbed forward pulling the waist in whilest thrusting so hard it caused their bodies to make a clapping sound.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

The loud hard thrusts began to echo though the dark street, the car shifted back and forth on its axis as Nate’s joggers began to slowly fall back down and collect around his ankles. His hand grabbed onto Mile’s cheeks as he began to thrust faster and harder.

“AHHHH FUCK YEA!” Nate’s howls made Mile’s hole grip harder around his shaft.

This caused Nate to pound him hard, fuck him deeper.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Nate was fucking so fast and hard now that the car began to move and squeak under the power.

“I’m gonna buss a nut g”

“Go on then”

“AHHHH-FUCK”

Nate lent over, his chest against Miles’ back, as he did one final pump. White wet threads of cum pulsed into Miles' red ass, as Nate groaned.

“Lowe telling about about this g”

“I won’t”

Nate slowly stepped back, cum spilled out of Miles as he adjusted himself, pulled up his joggers and perched back in the car.

Nate slipped his throbbing cock back into his joggers and spat before re-entering the car.

They silently drove around the block a few times before Nate dropped Miles round the corner from his house - to avoid being seen and replied to the other lads who had been ringing up his phone. Nate makes his way over to Dec’s house…