Teen In a Tight Spot

It was a cool spring evening in 1979. I had been already introduced to the pleasures of jerking by the parking lot master (check my post "When Phallus Changed Me". I was 17 and already shooting my teen cum at least once a day. Ok, so football was one of my interests then.At 6 pm after practice I had to go to York Street and hop on the bus to see my classmate Phil we had a presentation next morning. I noticed a dark alley near the bus stop. My bus taking longer than it should. I had to pee! Then comes a chubby guy in his 40s pretendind to be waiting for the bus too...He saw me in the alley, cock out leaking piss...His eyes were saying to me "I want your Phallus". I wanted to stop peeing and just flee the scene. But the gallon of Gatorade I had drunk during practice was a die hard affair. He walks to me, eyes locked on my teeny dick...With a mind-reading ability only lifelong pervs have...he simply turned around, lowered his pants exposing the biggest, smoothest, roundest male ass I had ever seen...His musky bodily smell did the rest of the job. Hard on!! He deflty reached out for my rock hard cock and guided it into his asshole. I was still a virgin and that was gonna be my first topping ever...there, in a dark alley with a total stranger, how un-romantic, how unforgettable! I tried to resist, but his ninja ass moves had my cock feeling great in no time...I was so fucking horny, that was feeling so good. He was chubby, so his soft fuzzy buttcheeks felt incredibly good. In contrast,his asshole felt perfectly moist, warm and tight. When I grabbed his right shoulder, I went deeper and reached paradise. His anus contracted stimulating my cock to sheer bliss. I felt like a boss, having a grown-up ass just for myself devouring my manhood. Such an egotrip for a "cocky" teen boy. He kept his pulsating sphyncter squeezing and releasing my cock up to my ecstatic flashpoint. I shot a powerful load of fresh hot cum as he squeezed my cock tight in his flooded hungry ass. As we fixed our clothes, I heard the bus stopping by but my legs still too weak to run to it. He smirks and stashes a 10-dollar bill into my shirt´s pocket. A feeling of power took over me. I was a top, I was a hustler, I was a king. We part ways. Days later,I hoped he´d show up again but he never came back to the bus stop. Never saw him again, never thanked him for that moment. This post is my tribute.