Yes, no turning back

The alley is wet and cramped. The four young men block the way back to your car. You relish the thought of having to bargain your way past them.

The leader steps into an alcove out of sight from the street, and you follow. He pushes you against the wall and kisses you, hard, his tongue brushing against your teeth. You return the kiss with equal fervor until his hands on your shoulders **** you to your knees. His stiff cock creates a tent inside his jeans, railing against its confinement.

“Why did you want to play at the glory hole?”

“Because I love to suck cock,” you whisper. You can't wait any longer. You grab his ass with both hands and place your mouth against his crotch, kissing his denim-covered penis from the head down to his balls. He groans. You're bringing him to the brink, so you ease off. Ready for the real thing, he drops his pants and lets his thick shaft bounce into your face. Two of his friends move to either side of you and do the same. The fourth hangs back, keeping lookout.

“So get to work.”