Once upon a time, there was a young man called Jake who had grown up on “the wrong side of the tracks.” He had grown up in a rough, poverty-stricken part of town and had only recently been able to move away to college, but he hadn’t forgotten the gritty streets of his past.
One summer evening, Jake was walking down Main Street when he passed by a sketchy-looking alleyway. He had heard stories about the alleyway, that the wrong kind of people hung out there and things happened. But something drew him in, and before he knew it, he turned and entered the dark area.
There was no one to be seen and the air was still and quiet. After a few steps, Jake noticed a faint light coming from the end of the alley, and seemed drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
As he got closer, he noticed a man leaning against the wall, seemingly deep in thought. He wore a leather jacket and jeans, and his face seemed familiar to Jake. As he got closer still, he could see it was an old friend of his from his days on the ‘wrong side of the tracks.’
“Hey, Jake!” the man said with a surprised expression.
“Hey there,” Jake slowly said, “What’re you doing here?”
“Just hanging out,” the man replied, pulling away from the wall. “It’s nice to get away from the grind every now and then.”
Jake nodded in agreement, and they stood there in the semi-darkness for a moment. The man seemed lost in thought, as if trying to find the right words to say. He then took a deep breath, and his gaze shifted to Jake.
“Listen,” he said, “I know I’m a bit out of line here…but do you ever…you know?” He nervously shifted his eyes away from Jake, and scuffed his feet on the ground.
Suddenly, Jake realized what the man was getting at. He was asking him for sex. It had been a long time since Jake had been with someone, and he could feel the old heat inside him rise up and into his cheeks. He nodded to the man, not sure what else to do, and he smiled in response.
Without any more words, the man put one arm around Jake and with the other, unzipped his jacket. He leaned in and kissed Jake, gentle and tender but with a burning intensity that sent shivers down his spine. The man’s hands roamed under Jake’s shirt, feeling the curves of his body.
The man finally pulled away and looked at Jake, both of them breathing heavily. “Come with me,” he said, and started leading Jake through the alley, around the corner, and into an abandoned building.
The building smelled like old paint and mildew, but it was welcoming and cozy. The man led Jake inside, looking around before stopping in the middle of the room. He turned to Jake and kissed him deeply, pressing their bodies together and entangling their limbs.
The man then knelt on the floor and unbuttoned his jeans, revealing a huge, hard cock. He smiled up at Jake, almost begging for him to take it.
Without hesitation, Jake kneeled too, and took the man in his mouth. His lips formed a perfect seal around the man’s shaft, creating a vacuum as he moved his head up and down the length. Jake felt a warmth in his chest as the man moaned and tangled his fingers in Jake’s hair. It had been so long since Jake had felt this way, and he savored every moment of their pleasure.
The man then lay down on the ground and motioned for Jake to join him. Jake crawled up the man’s body and positioned himself between his legs. He ran his hands up the man’s chest, then around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss.
The man arched his hips up, positioning himself perfectly for Jake’s entry. Taking it as an invitation, Jake pushed himself against the man’s entrance, feeling his way inside. The man wrapped his legs tightly around Jake’s waist and pulled him deeper, and the pair moved together in an intoxicating rhythm.
The man’s body pressed against Jake’s and their hips met in a frenzy of passion and pleasure. Sweat dripped from their bodies and their breathing grew heavier, until the room was filled with sounds of pleasure.
Jake felt his orgasm coming and let out a guttural moan as he came. The man soon followed, his breath hot against Jake’s neck and some deep, primal words of pleasure.
The pair laid there, spent, for what felt like ages. Then the man shifted off of Jake and the pair lay beside each other, exhausted and happy.
After a few minutes, the man looked up at Jake with a smile. “It was nice to have a little fun on the ‘wrong side of the tracks,’ wasn’t it?” he said.
Jake smiled back, then leaned in and kissed his old friend goodbye. He then left the abandoned building and made his way back to the streets, thinking about all the fun he’d had. Who knew that something so good could be found on the wrong side of the tracks?
