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“Oh my God, your cock is hitting all the spots that I had forgotten I had’ Richard Pryor said as he let himself get fucked by the tall stranger in the shadows of the alley just off 27th and Pine. Richard had no idea why he had come here this evening other then to have physical contact with another human being. All day while he was at his office his thoughts kept running to his groin. He had spent the entire day with a semi erection pressing against the front of his pants and the understanding that he wanted a cock as deep up his ass as possible before the end of the day. Where else to go other than 27th and Pine, pick up some unknown hustler; have him fuck you silly before you went home took a shower and climbed into bed. If you played your cards right you would only be out of fifty bucks and you would have been fucked well enough to make you shoot your cum from the tip of your cock without having had to touch it. Richard had enjoyed every second of his encounter with the fifty-buck stranger and only wanted to get home as quickly as possible. This hustler had nine inches of beer bottle size cock and as he fucked Richard he did something that Richard had not expected. He kissed his neck and told him he had the tightest ass he had fucked in years. With each trust of his cock he seemed to go further and further into Richard’s. now very opened asshole. Richard felt the cock pounding inside of him grow even larger as it exploded seaman into the condom pressing against the side of his ass walls.

They were both blanked in sweat from the fucking that he had just received. He pulled up his pants; turned around hugged the stranger and left the shadows of the alley. While walking away from the alley toward the street there was a smile on his face having known that he had opened his ass up to it’s fullest to accommodate the big cock man who had just fucked him so well. Not to mention he had had two orgasms during his hustler induced fucking. Not bad for a fifty-buck piece of street trade no string attached fuck. Richard had given some thought to stopping for a light meal but a shower was what he wanted more than anything else right now. Richard found himself whistling as he walked in the direction of his apartment and the sooner the better to wash away the smell of sex that clung to his body. Whistling was something he never did unless he was totally satisfied with his current state of mind. Just as he rounded the corner to his apartment he began to laugh out loud because his whistling had taken on random burst of sounds and he was just making noise. Whenever Richard did that he knew that he was in a total zone of pure satisfaction.

George the doorman opened the door for him; Richard made his way to the mailbox gather his mail and pressed for the elevator to carry him up to the 14th floor. Richard had lived at Embassy Towers about four years since the break up with his last lover. He loved living there because it offered him one of the best views of the city. He had a large living room, dinning room, kitchen, guest room, bath and bedroom, all the major rooms had floor to ceiling windows allowing him to take in the views of the city sprawled out before him. Richard hated the idea of not having a lover but after the break up with his last one he was more than willing to go it alone for as long as it took him to get over being tossed out on his butt without a dime to his name or a place to call home. It had been recommended to him by friends; with one walk through he rented it and had called it home every since. In addition it had a double deep balcony that allowed you to furnish it as a second living room. Rumor had it that it was going condo and the people living there would get insider prices on their units if they were interested in buying. Yep things were going very well for Richard at this point in time during his life. His address was one of the best in town, he was in the process buying out the Agency were he had gone to work six years prior and when you looked around the place Architectural Digest had nothing on him. That much needed shower awaited him.

Richard knew the moment he removed his pants that his wallet was missing. His mind began to race. When was the last time he had used it? He and his attorney Allen Dunbar had lunched together and Richard paid for lunch. Richard had returned to the office alone not wanting any of the people there to see him with Allen then the flag would have gone off as to why was he lunching with Allen. Buying out the Agency was a take over deal and Richard did not want any of the people in the Agency to get win of it until all the papers had been signed. Richard remembered thinking if Allen were gay he would suggested that they come to his apartment to relieve him of his semi erection but Allen was as straight as they come. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. He had last used his wallet to pay the fifty-buck hustler in the alleyway at 27th and Pine. Shit, he would have to cancel all his credit cards, change all the locks on the apartment doors, go through the trouble of applying for a new Social Security Card, get a new drivers license what an additional pain in the ass other than the one he had received getting fucked by the guy with the big cock. Richard knew that Eloise his secretary would still be at the office finishing up the last of the papers concerning the take over bid and she would be able to go into his office check his rolodex and call the one phone number to cancel all his credit cards.

“Hello.”

“Eloise, this is Richard; I need you to do something for me”, “hang on there is someone at the door”.

Richard found it strange that someone would be at the door of the apartment without the front desk having announced him or her. So it had to be someone living in the building. Richard peaked through the peephole and standing there was a strange face smiling back at him. Who could it be? The safety latch was on the door so when he opened the door he had no fear of a push-in. Richard opened the door and realized at first glance it was the hustler. Not removing the safety latch from the door he only opened it enough to really get a good look at him. The hustler held up his wallet saying, “let me in and I will be more than happy to give you back your wallet”. Richard did not know what to do. Here was this total strange standing on the outside of his apartment door holding up his wallet asking him to let him in. Then the hustler said

“I promise all I want to do is give you back your wallet you seemed to have drop it when we were together earlier this evening.” “ Everything is there other than the twenty bucks I gave the guy at the front desk so he would let me bring it up to you’. “ I told him I was your cousin from out of town and I wanted to surprise you.”

Richard heart almost jumped out of his chest. Standing on the other side of the door was one of the most handsome men he had ever seen. There was something about his appearance that put Richard to ease and the next thing he knew he had removed the safety latch and the door stood ajar. Peter smiled and walked in passing close enough to Richard so that he could smell a faint hint of cologne “You still smell of sex.” “ I live at 28th and Pine so I was able to home; shower and bring this wallet over to you” “Nice place you have here hope you don’t mind if I have a seat?”

Peter was inside the apartment heading for the sofa still holding onto Richard’s wallet. Richard was still trying to get over the appearance of Peter. He looked nothing like the normal street hustler from 27th and Pine. Most of the boys working that area were very close to being homeless or were homeless and their appearances were a sure give away that they needed the money and prostituting their bodies was a way to make sure that they were able to either have a place to sleep for the night; put food in their stomachs or buy enough dope to help them forget why they were out on the streets in the first place. But there was something different about Peter. Richard always used the services of the boys from 27th and Pine that way there was no baggage to deal with after the sex. He got what he wanted a fucking and on occasion it might be good like it had been this evening or even if it turned out to be bad he still wrote it off to getting his ashes hauled. Peter was the first to speak . “You took me for one of the boys working the block didn’t you? “Well once I saw you and realized that you were someone that I would want to have sex with I went along with your offering me money to fuck you”. “I had no idea what the going rate was so when you offered me fifty bucks I accepted” “I did find it strange that you should have a condom and when you told me to put it on and fuck you I thought I had died and gone to heaven” “ I had no idea I was in the middle of the hustler area because I just moved to town and have not had the opportunity to look around to find suitable housing. I saw a sign in the window for this apartment so I took it for a month until I could find just what it is I am looking for, you see I am a writer and since I am in the area have used one or two of the boys myself. I never had to pay fifty for sex they always came in around thirty so being with you tonight has been part of a fantasy that I have had for years. I want to thank you for making it come true I have always wanted to be a street hustler and by the way you are the best sex I have had in years.” “I was on my way out to dinner when you approached me; handed me fifty dollars; pushed me into that alley: put a condom on my cock caused me to become all sweaty and cum more than I have in years in a ass that gripped my cock to the point I thought it was going to break off.” Now what do you have to say”?

Richard was still staring at Peter’s eyes; thinking to himself he had never seen eyes that color; were they blue or grey? Peter’s hair, the dimple in his chin, his height, his perfect teeth and smile he was simply wonderful to look at and Richard already knew that he fucked better than anybody had fucked him in years. His cock stretched his asshole so that he thought his intestines were going to fall out. And he had the nerve to say he still smelled of sex.

“Would you care for a drink and what is your name?’

“Peter Manley, and yours?”

“Richard Pryor.”

“Oh, before I forget it here is your wallet; I think you will find everything there other than the twenty bucks I used to bribe the guy at the front desk into believing that I was your cousin”.

Richard fixed drinks and then he realized that he still had Eloise on the phone

“Eloise, please forgive me but I don’t need you everything worked out”.

“I know said Eloise and have a good evening.” Richard knew she had heard the entire conversation as he hung up the phone.

Richard showed Peter the apartment and by the time they reached the master bedroom Richard was showing a bonner with pre cum stains all through the front of his pants. Peter kissed him and placed his hand on his cock; telling him that this time he did not have to pay him fifty bucks to fuck him. Peter slowly undressed Richard taking his cock into his mouth; just the heat from Peter’s lips caused Richard to have an orgasm covering Peter’s face. Richard leaned over and licked his cum from Peter’s face while he removed his clothing. Richard then stretched face down on the bed; spread his legs and raised his ass to meet the head of Peter’s cock as it entered his body for the second time that evening. Richard felt the head of Peter’s cock open his ass wide for the rest of his shaft to pressed it way deep into his body.

As Peter’s cock slid deeper and deeper into Richard all he could do was grab on to the sheets covering the bed and allow him to fill him until he felt his balls press against his butt. Richard knew that he would do whatever this man wanted of him. Peter knew from the pressure of Richard’s ass muscles wrapping around his cock Richard was in total control of his total being. Peter began to slide with a force in and out of Richard’s ass knowing that he was filling him to his limits. When Richard raised up on his knees and reached his second orgasm Peter let his cum wash the inside of Richard’s ass. The evening passed with Peter fucking Richard deep and long for hours: neither of them could remember the number of orgasms they reached rapped in each other’s arms. When the sun rose they made their way to the shower only to have Richard push Peter to the shower wall and spread his legs with his cock pressing against the wall as he entered him. Peter’s cum mixed with the warm water of the shower as Richard emptied his seed deep into Peter’s waiting ass.

Peter moved into the apartment the following weekend. Richard bought the Agency, the building went condo and they decided to take the insiders price. However, they get away from the city to spend time on the small ranch they bought where Peter can write, Richard can rest from the pressures of running the Agency and they can sun nude at the pool; make love and plan for the future.

Alley Shadows Copyright 2005 by Jay D. Berry