Risky fuck at the protest
Sex was the last thing on my mind when I headed out of the house tonight, I just wanted to make life worse for some ICE agents. Word was spread that multiple agents had been spotted at this hotel and that we'd be going there to wake them, and everyone else in that viper's den up. (gotta teach hotels that it's a bad idea to rent to kidnappers if they want the rest of the guests to be happy after all)
Everything felt normal enough when we gathered a few blocks away to gather, go over the plan, distribute signs, and get familiar with the chants and songs. I'll admit I kept looking over at this lanky boy across from me, but that's not what I'm here for.. and even if it was, what would I say to him? God I'm so awkward around people I find attractive.
And just like that, we're on the move to the hotel. I always get a little nervous on the way over to the protests because while the worst we've ever dealt with was some angry guests or some citations, the cops have had increasingly little patience as it's become clear we've been impacting the ability of collaborators to turn a profit.
We arrive in stealth and in an instant, the hotel is showered in a cacophony of sounds. Cowbell, drums, whistles, cheering, pots and pans, you name it. Windows all around light up as grumpy people wonder what woke them from their slumber. I think we catch eye contact a couple times, but I can't be sure.
A few minutes later during a rousing rendition of "oink oink piggy piggy, we don't want you in our city" flashing red and blue lights descend on our location. They're blocking all the exits and this time they came with riot gear and vans to haul away hella protesters. This has never happened before at one of these!
Panicked, we run in all directions trying to find an escape or at least a place to hide. After turning a corner, I spot a bush I think could conceal me, so I make a b-line for it and hop over, hoping I wasn't seen. A few seconds later, I feel a thud as someone lands on top of me. At least it's a comrade and not a cop.
"Ow. fuck" escapes my lips. "sorry, you good?" I hear whispered back. "yeah, just surp-"
"HAS ANYONE CHECKED OVER HERE?" bellowed a cop, waving his flashlight around
With a beam of light dancing across the top of the bush I caught a glimpse of who had so unceremoniously landed on top of me, it was *him*. And right at that moment, he shifted to keep from being caught in the officer's light, with the bulk of it, seemingly right on top of my crotch.
"Don't get hard, don't get hard, don't get hard, I don't want him to think I'm a creep, don't get hard" I was thinking right as my gock betrayed me. "Oh my god, his ass is resting right on it, there's no way he didn't feel that." He shifted again and I couldn't help but let out a little whimper. He did it again. There's no way he doesn't know what he's doing. I risked putting a hand on his hip and he raised one of his hands over his head to grab my hair. At this point he was full on grinding on me
I dared a small bite on his neck and his hand left my hair. I feared I'd crossed a line until a moment later I felt him pulling down his pants. Taking the cue, I pulled mine down too. I was just lining up with his eager hole when we hear a couple sets of footsteps as the cops make another pass. The light starts sweeping nearer and nearer and he sinks down onto me to keep from being seen. It took all my willpower to not let out a full blown moan, so I just whimpered into his ear instead.
That little shit decided to lift his hips and drop onto me harder this time. It's like he wants to get caught.
Oh my god, the cops aren't leaving, they're just like standing there shooting the shit
We're both rocking our hips in and out trying to fuck without making a goddamned sound. Making a bunch of noise at an ICE hotel would be a misdemeanor at worst, but getting caught full on fucking in public? That's a serious no-no
Eventually the cops round the corner again and as soon as I'm sure they could no longer hear us, I shift around and get on top of him, face to face. "You think that's funny you little brat? Are you trying to get caught??" "No, I'm trying to get laid." He said, "I've seen you coming around to these and I've wanted to fuck you so bad" "Well you could have just asked, I would have said yes" "Yeah, but where's the fun in that?"
With that I went from being right at his hole's entrance to balls deep in less time than it takes to yelp. Which he did.
"Did you hear that?" Asked one of the cops, rounding the corner.
It was time for my revenge. I put a hand over his mouth and started silently pounding into him.
I watched the shadows moving on the wall on the wall and made sure to stay clear of them as I silently slammed away.
"Eh, whatever I could have sworn I heard something." The footsteps faded
I made eye contact with him and asked "are you going to be good?" he obediently nodded with the puppiest dog eyes you've ever seen and as I removed my hand from his mouth, my balls contracted and I started to unload into him. We both let out little whimpers/moans and froze, listening to hear if we might both be a second kind of fucked tonight.
But we were safe.
As the red and blue lights faded into the distance, I asked him "Would it be weird if I asked for your number?" "You just blew a load in me raw, it'd be weirder if you didn't" and then he landed a peck on my lips. We both blushed.
The end.