I drove down the alley for a few seconds before cutting the engine. I’d parked next to a series of long, rectangular planters with a tall boxwood hedge growing out of them. We could hear music, voices, and the clink of dishes and glassware coming from the other side of the hedge, but it was too thick to see through.
I whispered, “Remember a few weeks ago, when we got each other off on a video call for the first time?”
“How could I forget?”
“What do you say to making one of those fantasies real, the one about fucking with a bunch of people nearby and trying not to get caught in the act?” I indicated the window beside me, which was halfway down. “Oh, and this doesn’t go up any higher, so if we want to do this here, we’ll have to be very quiet.”
“I say hell yes.”
In case he thought it was odd that I’d bring him all this way just to fuck in an alley, I explained, “Just so you know, we’re on the edge of Austin’s Warehouse District. The place I plan to take you to dinner is two blocks from here, and the bar I want to take you after that is also nearby.”
He unfastened his seatbelt and turned to me with a grin. “Noted.”
In the next instant, both of us launched ourselves at each other. We kissed urgently while I stroked his hair, his ass, anything I could get my hands on. At the same time, he slid a hand back into my boxers and grasped my cock.
My heart was pounding. I could barely think. All I knew was that I needed to fuck him,now. It felt like my life depended on it.
I ended up sliding over on the bench seat so the steering wheel wouldn’t be in our way and pulling my jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh. Hal wasted no time slicking my cock with the lube. Then he reached back and removed the butt plug. I chuckled when he produced a large, zip-top bag from his pocket and daintily dropped the plug inside it. He really had thought through every detail.
As he held the base of my cock and eased himself onto it, I whispered, “Your outfit was totally intentional, wasn’t it?” Both the kilt and the jockstrap made this very easy.
“Of course.”
He draped his arms over my shoulders and kissed me as he bottomed out. The plug must have done its job, because he took me easily. He paused for just a moment with his ass resting on my lap, and I kissed him before whispering, “I missed you—and this—so damn much, Hal.”
He flashed me a gorgeous smile, and his hair fell around us like a curtain as he began to move. I started to thrust upward, but we quickly realized the sound of our bodies slapping together was going to give us away. He shifted a bit, bracing himself and stopping short on each downward motion to keep from colliding with my hips. The strength and body control that took was truly impressive, and I watched him in awe as he rode me.
How had I survived being apart from him for all of these months? I caressed his face, his hair, his thighs. It was so damn hard to hold still, even harder to stay quiet. When I reachedbetween us and started jerking him off, he had to bite his lip to stop himself from making a sound. I loved seeing him like this, wild with need, barely holding back the urge to cry out.
While this was happening, we could hear people moving around, talking, laughing—so close, but totally oblivious to what we were doing just a few feet away. The thrill of getting caught added an extra dash of spice. Hal made it even hotter when he whispered, “Even if someone walks into this alley and sees me bouncing on your cock, I won’t stop. They can watch as you pump me full of cum and claim me as yours.”
I swore under my breath as he sped up, riding me almost feverishly. It was all so perfect and so intense that I tumbled over the edge, biting back a yell as I shot deep inside him. Just as my orgasm peaked, he started coming, too. A little whimper slipped from him as he struggled to be quiet, his breath warm on my ear, his body trembling in my arms.
Right then, someone shouted, “Happy thirtieth, Petey,” and a lot of people began to sing the birthday song, right on the other side of that hedge.
We both burst out laughing, and Hal slumped against me. Once we caught our breath, he whispered, “From now on, I’m going to shout, ‘happy thirtieth, Petey’ every time I come.”
“That’ll be very sexy.”
“Right?” He nuzzled my neck, and after a pause he said, “It’s harder than I realized to fuck without making a sound.”
“It is! I thought we’d just have to keep from moaning. I didn’t consider how noisy it is when two bodies slap together.”
“Exactly.”
He sat up and produced a packet of wet wipes. “Your pockets are like Mary Poppins’ magical bag,” I joked, still in the same hushed tone we’d been using since we’d parked. “What are you going to pull out next?”
That made him smile. “Now I wish I’d stuck something truly bizarre in my pocket, just so I could see your face when I pulled it out.”
We cleaned up as much as we could, and then I zipped up and slid behind the wheel. After I started the engine and drove out of the alley, Hal caressed my thigh and said, “I know you wanted to take me out to dinner, but could we go back to your house instead? I want to get comfortable and be alone with you, instead of sitting in a restaurant.”
“Sure. I’m hungry though, and I bet you are, too. There’s a drive-through nearby that makes the world’s best shakes and fries. How does that sound?”
“Perfect.”
I took a couple of extra turns as we drove through downtown, to give Hal a glimpse of the local nightlife. Okay, so maybe I was trying to sell him on Austin. I wanted him to know this was a vibrant, interesting city—not that I expected him to pack his bags and move here or anything. Still though, maybe it would encourage him to visit more often if he found more than just me to like about this place.
After we got some food to go, I pointed us in the direction of the ranch. Before long, city lights gave way to wide open spaces. Once we finished eating, Hal rolled down his window and ran his hand through the slipstream. He seemed happy and relaxed, and considering how much stress he’d been under, that felt like a big deal.
