Date: Sun, 31 Oct 2021 15:48:03 +0000 (UTC) From: Rob Subject: Explorations: Marlboro Red Encounters Nifty relies on your donations. Please contribute whatever you can. Nifty Archive Alliance Donation https://donate.nifty.org/ I really needed to piss. The urgent need had snuck up on me. I'd had a few beers. By the time I made my way to the back of the dumpy bar, there was a line to the men's room. My bladder told me I'd didn't have time to wait. I elbowed my way past the line, making my way to the exit door to the alley. One guy groped my ass through my worn jeans as I squeezed by; but I didn't have time to check him out. I really needed to piss. The rear exit was marked Emergency Only. My bladder told me to proceed. It was pretty dark in the alley. I just took a few steps, popped the buttons on my fly and my stream was flowing before I even stopped moving. Blessed relief. I was glad there hadn't been anyone out here. My piss was still shooting out in a forceful arc. Whether there had been anyone here or not, I wouldn't have been able to keep holding it in. As I continued to pee, my eyes were gradually adjusting to the dark. I turned my head to the left and saw the orange glow of a cigarette no more than six feet away. It scared the shit out of me. "Jesus Christ!" I'm still not finished; but the stream is diminishing now. How could I not have seen this guy when I came out the door? "Fuck, man! I am so sorry. I had to piss so bad I wasn't paying any attention. Why didn't you say something?" "It doesn't look like you could have waited much longer, bud. Anyway, it's just me out here. Nothing I wouldn't have seen at the urinal." My eyes are adjusting enough now to make out my alley mate. Has he moved closer? Or are my eyes just getting used to the dark. He's a handsome son of a bitch. Dark red hair with a full beard. I'm drawn to the smoke curling out of his nose and then carried down the alley by the breeze. Suddenly I'm aware of two things. First, I think I'm finally done pissing; so I start to give my dick a shake. Second, I notice that the bearded stranger's eyes are currently locked on my dripping cock. I look up at him. After a few seconds, he realizes he's been caught and looks up at me for my reaction. If this was at the urinal, most guys would stammer an apology or quickly look away. Not my red haired friend. "You've got an amazing dick, bud. I'm trying my best not to reach out and cop a feel." His eyes sparkle; or was that a wink. The whole thing is not that far fetched. After all, we are in the alley behind a gay bar. I am standing here with my dick hanging out of my unbuttoned fly. My smoking pal is really fucking handsome. Emboldened by his nonchalance I move a step closer to him. Taking my shift toward him as acceptance of the situation, he reaches over and helps himself to a feel. I'm proud of my dick. It's a 'shower, not a grower'. It hangs a fat six inches soft and barely hits six and a half when it's fully hard. There is nothing soft about it right now. Just the feel of the stranger's warm hand has me rock hard. "Fuck, that feels good. You've got a nice touch. The smoke from your cigarette isn't hurting, either." "Huh? Oh, sorry. Wait? Did you say the smoke isn't hurting?" "I quit four years ago; but I still love the smell. Well, I don't miss it on my clothes or in the car; but I still love the smell of a hot guy having a smoke." "Oh, so I'm hot, huh?" "Uh, yuh! You think I let just anybody give me a handjob in the alley?" He flicked his burned out butt into the darkness so he could grab my meat with both hands. In return, I slide my hand up under his shirt where I encountered a forest of fur. Even though I couldn't see it, I hoped it was all as red as his beard. Moving my other hand up to cup the back of his neck, I pull him in for the kiss. Holy Fucking Christ! You know how sometimes there's that little electrical connection when you first lock lips with someone? How someone returns your kiss and it feels like they're trying to crawl right inside of you? As the kiss intensifies, I drop my hand from his fuzzy chest down to grope his crotch through his jeans. Fuck! Everything just keeps getting better. I'm now massaging an enormous lump. He starts to move his hips, humping into my hand. Then he breaks the kiss so he can look at my face as he reaches down and unbuttons his fly. In a move I'm sure he has done before, he guides my erection through his fly so it can rub against his own hard dick. Then with both hands on my ass he pulls us close together. He resumes the kiss; but just for a minute or so. Then he leans close to my ear and whispers in a deep growl. "Your bladder was so fucking full, man. I'll bet if you tried you could push out one more little spurt. Can you do that for me, stud? One little splash so I can carry your scent home to my hubby? He would fucking love it, man!" Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! How is this guy pushing so many of my buttons? I hate those last drops of piss when you tuck your dick back in your shorts too soon after you take a leak. I'm always trying to close the floodgates; not reopen them. And why bring his husband into the convo? Why is it even hotter to me that he wants to share a little of me with his partner. Just the other night, when I tried to bring up piss play with my boyfriend, he jokingly called me a sick-ass perv; then less jokingly said he'd been wondering what to get me for my birthday. I find his lips again with mine. As his tongue snakes into my mouth, I squeeze out a bigger squirt than I thought was going to come out. He doesn't seem to mind. He shudders as I soak his hairy red bush. I can feel how hairy it is; and I just pray to god that it's red. As the wetness spreads, he moans into our kiss. I can't believe one of the hottest moments of my life is playing out in this dirty alley. But in for a penny..... My turn to whisper in his ear. "I think a gentleman would return the favor. It's only fair." "My mother did raise me to be a gentleman; but I've got a full tank here. Won't be able to stop once I get started. How about this? You get the initial blast; then I'll pull out and hose this alley down. Deal?" "Wait! Would you light another smoke first?" His devious grin just made him hotter, if that's possible. He shook a cigarette out of the box. Then, looking directly into my eyes, he seductively moistened his lips with his tongue before slowly inserting the golden-brown filter between them. "Is this doing it for ya? You sick-ass perv!" Another grin. Wait? Can he hear what's going on in my head? Is this really happening? The flame from the lighter looks real enough. He touches it to the end of the cigarette and inhales. I lean in close and he reads my mind. I open my mouth and he covers it with his as he lets the smoke float into my lungs. The kiss ramps up and I feel his piss soaking my crotch. He yanks himself free and his pissing boner sprays in a ridiculously high arc. As he keeps pissing, he takes another drag. Again he shotguns the smoke into my waiting mouth. He pulls back and we watch his stream shooting upwards, still going strong. "Christ! It's like those water cannons on the river barges during the fireworks displays!" "You're good for my ego. You know that? Water cannon, huh? Those things are massive!" He spins the cigarette in his fingers and brings the filter to my lips. Unable to resist whatever he is offering, I cautiously inhale. Then his mouth is back on mine and his tongue is in my mouth. His piss stream slows to a trickle. He gives it a shake; then rubs his thumb over his cock head. The devious smile is back as he brings his thumb to my lips. I suck it in as eagerly as I had the smoke. When he pulls his thumb out of my mouth, he immediately sucks it into his own mouth, never breaking eye contact. "I'd better get back inside, buddy." He gives me one more kiss; then tucks his fat cock back in his jeans and buttons up his fly. I do the same as he blows one last cloud of smoke into my face. He gives me a solid smack on the ass and starts back toward the door. He holds it open for me and gives me another flash of that smile. "You're a fucking pig; you know that? My kinda guy! Hope your boyfriend doesn't mind my smoke and piss smell on ya. Or are you gonna shower it off before he finds out?" "Oh fuck, no! We don't have any secrets. I'm telling him the whole fucking story before I screw his brains out." "Good boy!" "Maybe he'll take the hint. He's been wondering what to do for my birthday." Comments to the writer are always welcome! Rob83401@yahoo.com