Kyle felt the finger find his pleasure zone, that slippery yet stiff icon of pressure, sending blood to his cock and every other erogenous zone. Archie had found it with almost no effort, and even before the bite, Kyle was wiggling, writhing and moaning. The rough kisses were new, most boys only wanting to barley open their mouths. Archie seemed to almost be eating him from the inside out, and the more pleasure he provided the less Kyle cared about the circumstances.
Then came the bite. Kyle's heartbeat echoed in Archie's ear like a drum; fast, pounding and full of life. His reaction to the bite was an explosion of pleasure, and he even took Archie's hand to cover his mouth as he squealed. He begged for Archie to fuck him, to take him right there in the alley and never stop. He had no idea how Archie was making him feel this way, but between the finger massaging his prostate, and the fangs in his neck, he'd never felt anything so stimulating.
It was too much, and for several moments Kyle felt panic enter his lust. He suddenly knew how exposed they were, and how dangerous Archie had proven to be, far more dangerous than any speeding car. However, he wanted nothing more than to be destroyed by this man. His nipples ached, and his legs gave out, forcing Archie to hold him up as he continued to finger bang.
Through his muffled hand, Kyle begged Archie, "Fuck me. Please. Please. Please. Fuck me daddy. Fuck me."
It was the most humiliating and embarrassing moment of his entire life, and Kyle would've traded it for nothing else. His pants were filled with precum, but soon the pressure was too much. This couldn't be happening. No. Not now.
"I'm gonna blow my load," he warned weakly, and by the time he reached the word blow, his pants were filled with his own seed.