I was way too early for there to be a crowd so I went bar to bar having a beer in each, stashing my jacket at the first. I was making the rounds a second time by which time a number of guys had gathered in one bar's back patio. I stood under the awning near its entrance while I surveyed the pickings. A problems was they they were in knots of twos and threes that made it harder to cruise an individual. The drizzle turned into a shower and the guys scurried to shelter under the awing. All of sudden I was surrounded and the seperate knots had joined into a single bunch. There was good natured battering as we jostled closer together.
A hand slid down the back of my jeans. I shifted to give him room and undid the top button in front. His finger found my asshole and pushed in. I gyrated slightly and made a small sound of pleasure.
All he said was 'face the wall', which I did as my jeans slipped part way down. He pressed against me and put his cockhead at the portal. He probbed back and forth and then pushed in. We each exhaled an Ah, ah. Except for heavy breathing and the occational muted Ooh and Ah, it was a silent fuck. Strong pushes, lesser pushes, stronger again. I knew that he had cum by his breathing and the change in his thrusting. He stopped and threw his body over me while he caught his breath. We were both sweating in the cool dusk. "Thanks'. He pulled out just and the patio lights came on, one directly overhead. The shower had passed while we were fucking and the crowd around us was gone. It was a fast fuck, ten, twelve minutes, maybe less.
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