"I believe I have a moment to spare. Lead the way."
From Create Your Own Story
You follow the youth towards the back of the pub, you duck behind a filthy old curtain and into a dank hallway. The boy keeps moving down the hall and out of another doorway. You step into an alley at the back of the pub. It smells of piss and beer and there's a pile of rotting vegetables a mere foot away.
"Here, Sir?" The youth asks your permission.
You nod. The alley is filthy but you've been in worse in service to you country.
The boy steps towards you, hands sliding over the buttons of your trousers. If the knowing pressure of his fingers against your cock through the thick woollen fabric is anything to go by, this experience will be well worth the discomfort of your surroundings.
He frees you from the tight restraint of fabric and your cock springs into his hand, eager and ready. You slide a hand up through his hair and push him down, demanding.
It's endless moments before wet heat engulfs your instrument. You hold back a moan and use the grip you still have on the boys hair to pull him closer, pushing yourself deeper into his throat. He sucks; mouth tightening around you cock and it's tempting to let yourself go.
You thrust into that wet heat. The youth relaxes, plump lips presses against your balls, as you thrust again and again. You can feel the head of your cock hitting the back of his throat over and over but the boy barely gags. Instead you can feel the low reverberation of his moans around your cock.
You look down and he seems to be enjoying this as much as you. It's always nice to see people taking pleasure in their work. You decide to...
...Pull his head back from your cock. You'd rather push it into another tight hole.
