Not quite.

You get about half way through your walk before it starts raining. Dammit. You quickly duck into an alleyway, where the buildings are so close together that no rain is falling between them. At least this way you can avoid being freezing AND wet. You know you can still get to Max’s place through the alleys, avoiding the rain which seems to be getting heavier. It will probably take a few extra minutes, but at least you won't be drenched when you get there.

The start walking through the alley, but before you can even make it to the first bend you hear a voice.

“Well, you’re a cute one,” the voice says. It’s coming from behind you. Startled, you turn around. Before you stands an elderly man with long grey hair and a scraggly beard. His clothes look even more torn up than yours. Eyeing him, you keep your distance for now. Despite being fairly acquainted with these alleyways, you’ve never seen him around before.

Ignoring his obviously ill-intended comment, you smile politely and turn back around, stepping back into your planned route through the alleyways.

“Now hold on a second there, son. I saw you on the main street, ducking in here as the rain hit. Pretty boy like you shouldn’t be wandering around back here. Don’t know what sort of trouble you’ll get into.” You stop for a second, feeling almost drawn into this one-way conversation.

“You don’t talk much, do you son? Well that’s fine with me. I’ve got a spare umbrella here that I'd be willing to part with, for a price.” You turn around to him fully. In his hand he is holding a small black umbrella. He’s not wearing a backpack, you wonder where he pulled it out from.

“And what's the price?” You ask. You’re voice doesn’t come out very strong, especially over the rain that’s now pouring down in the main street. It doesn’t seem to matter though, the man heard you well enough.

The man drops the umbrella and takes a step towards you. His dirty and calloused hands raise to fly, unzipping and fishing out his cock. “Suck me off.”