Hunter had never been cut off at a bar, but there was a first time for everything.  He thought his charm and industry cred would stop him from getting kicked out of Berlin, but there went another one he could check off the list. He still had friends from the old days lurking and after a quick bump, he went out into the night. Feeling full of nothing.

Stumbling his way down Belmont, he went up Clark and cut through the alley just east of where School turned to Aldine. He had to take a leak and couldn't be bothered to wait til he got home. He was ready for a fight when he thought it was a cop coming up behind him as he pissed. But cops don't stare at your cock for that long.

"Nice cock," said the stranger.

"Thanks," Hunter mechanically smirked.

"Bet you do a lot of damage with that."

"It can do whatever you want, dude." 

Stranger smirked back. "How's your hole?"

"Tight. You want?"

Stranger pulled out one of those clear cellophane pouches of condoms that the street teams from TPAN  give out at the bars. He suited up, lubed up, and bent Hunter over the dumpster, never once looking Hunter in the eye.

Hunter didn't usually bottom. Most guys took one look at his cock and wanted it in them. He'd really only enjoyed bottoming for two guys in his whole life. One he lived with. The other was dead.

Stranger quickened his thrusts as he came, filling the condom deep inside Hunter. Hunter waited. And he was still full of nothing.

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