He couldn’t tell what any of the cocks smelled like there because he was too familiar with it.īut men from the Basin District had cocks that smelled like earth and grass and fertile dirt. Alfie knew what the cocks smelled like from every district except for the Upper Canal District – where Alfie was from.
Before Alfie even had the man’s cock in his mouth, he could smell the Basin District all over it. The stranger’s cock was out of his trousers and already thick, completely stiff. He could barely see the man now directly in front of him. Before going down to his knees, Alfie looked cautiously in all directions, even though it was too dark to see anything. What was easier for Alfie to hear was the sound of the man’s zipper going down. “Good,” the voice replied almost inaudibly. “I saw that you called but I couldn’t hear what you said.” All users on the app used it when referring to the phone signal: Did you get my message?
“Did you get my message?”Īlfie recognized the code. “Hey,” a voice said quietly from the darkness of a doorway. Tried to pretend it made perfect sense for him to be walking alone, down a pitch-dark alley at this hour of the night. As a precaution, he turned off his phone, in case this was some sort of perverse sting set-up. Not only was the signal suddenly quite strong on his own cellphone, he could also see the red circular waves radiating from a cellphone midway down the alley.Īlfie looked around furtively and then headed down Sprinter’s Alley. He turned to head in another direction when there it was, plain as day. Maybe he’d been wrong and the signal had been coming from somewhere else. Because of the decades-long perpetual public health warnings, public sex was absolutely forbidden – punishable by maximum security isolation, where a prisoner’s every move was monitored so that he couldn’t so much as jerk-off for the duration of his sentence.Īlfie stood at the south end of Sprinter’s Alley and peered into the darkness, scanning the area with his phone for a sign of life. There was a certain thrill in knowing that, at any moment, you could get caught. The Public Sex Administration was located not too far from Sprinter’s Alley. Sprinter’s Alley would be pitch dark at this hour and, as the name implied, it was easy for anyone to take off in either direction and sprint quickly out of the alley if the situation called for it. And then, scanning the various directions once more, his phone picked up the signal again. He used his cellphone like a compass – holding it in the palm of his hand and pointing it in slightly varying directions, finding the strongest signal and then following it until the signal weakened or was lost altogether. Somewhere nearby, a man was in need of a blowjob and Alfie was determined to find him. It was not just beeping, it was radiating.