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I had taken a personal day from work to run some errands and had just left the electric company where I had been trying to get our bill straightened out. I had just left their offices, and was crossing the street heading for my car, when a young man approached me. He looked to be in his early 20s, with short dark hair. He was wearing a plaid shirt unbuttoned and showing off his smooth chest, he must have kept it shaved because with his dark complexion and dark hair he should have had chest hair. His tight jeans showed off his nice round butt, and his package. There was a large hole in the left thigh where his blue boxers were exposed as well as some creamy skin. He had on ratty sandals, and his feet had a light coating of dust. "Want a blow job mister?" he asked. I was shocked, no one had ever been that bold with me, usually if I wanted something like that, I would have to go looking for in, and no one that looked like him wanted to blow an old guy like me. "I'm sorry?" I responded, "Do you want me to blow you, twenty buck." He said again. Without thinking I said, "No, no thank you." With a disappointed look on his face, he turned and walked away. I stopped and thought about it for just a split second, and said, "Ok, Where?" He turned back to me and smiled. He had such a winning smile, beautiful full red lips, and showed off just enough of his white straight teeth. "Your car would be ok with me." He said. I thought about that for a second, and said, "Ok, over here." And we both headed to the parking lot. I had parked my SUV toward the back of the lot all by itself so no one would hit it with their door and leave a mark. I popped the locks, and I got in on the driver side, he in the passenger side. "Do you want to pull it out or do you want me to go after it?" he asked "I'll do it." I said as I unfastened my belt and undid my pants and zipper. I lifted my butt and pulled them down past my knees so he would have plenty of room to get at me, and I could also spread my legs. It gave me a rush knowing that someone might come by and see. "Your cock looks great, but let me see the twenty." He said, flashing his gorgeous smile. I fished my wallet out of my pants, and passed him the bill. He tucked it in his pocked, and then leaned over and shoved his face in my lap. In one swallow, he took my whole six and a half incher in his hot young mouth, and took it down his throat. This kid was good, and he had done this before. He worked those throat muscles and his tongue until I was so ready. I was humping my hips, and holding his head with my hands, and let loose with a huge long orgasm. My cum shot down his throat. I had stopped breathing, and my heart was racing, and my legs shot straight out, pressing down on the break peddle. When I turned loose of his hair, he sat back up, opened the door, and spit my cum out onto the parking lot. He then worked a travel size bottle of Scope mouth wash out of the pocked of his tight jeans, rinsed and spit again. I was working at pulling my pants back up, and asked him why he was sucking guys for money. "I need the money." He said in a tone of voice that indicated that he thought that was a stupid question. "What for?" I asked. He paused for a minute, and looked me in the eye. "Because I lost my job, and even with my scholarship, I need money to pay my rent and buy food. I can make about $100.00 a day doing this and it fits my class schedule."
"Don't you have someone that can help you?"
"No, I was in foster care since I was 8 years old. I had to suck off some of the older boys just to stop them from stomping me. Even some of the foster fathers made me do them, and even one of the mothers. Sucking is not the only thing I had to do either. I have had to use my body to survive then, and I need to use it now. What's the big deal?" As he said this a tear started running down his cheek, and he started to get out of the car. "Get back in," I said, "I'll drive you home."
"it's too early, I still need to suck two more guys before I can go home."
"I'll give you the fourty bucks, just get in and let me take you home."
"And, what do you want for your money big boy?"
"Nothing just get in." and he did. I really did plan on just driving him home, giving him a fifty and leaving. He cried on the way to his apartment, and kept apologizing to me for doing it. He said that he was so tired of working so hard, and just not getting anyplace. I found out he was 23, (I was 53) and just a junior in college, it was hard to study, and work, and keep his grades up to keep his scholarship. He was so beat down. I tried to be encouraging, and tell him I knew how hard it was, but it would be worth it in the end. He just laughed. He needed someone to tell him they were proud of him. He may have been 23, but he was still a little boy. When we got to his place, I pulled up front, and put the car in park. He leaned over and kissed me. I was so shocked, but aroused by his lips, that I kissed him back.
"Are you sure you won't come up."
"No, I can't, I told you I wouldn't do that to you."
"But, I'm asking you, please, I really want you to." I was so tempted, he was so cute, and I found his vulnerability intoxicating. I tried to stay strong, but he kissed me again, and put his hand on my cock, and it was all over. We went in the building. It was old, and hot in the hallway, we went up a flight of squeaky stairs that were covered in dirty green carpet. The place smelled of rot, urine, and cooked cabbage. When we reached the second floor we ascended yet another set of wobbly stairs, only these did not have any carpet, and the treads were worn from years of use and little repair. There were two apartments on the third floor, and he opened the one on the right. The apartment was one room and hot, there was a mattress on the floor covered with ragged sheets, a stand up shower was in the corner next to the kitchen sink beside a table with a small microwave and a two burner hot plate. The toilet was in the closet, and his clothes were scattered around the room. There was a plastic lawn chair at a tv tray in front of a box with a small television on top, there was a coat hanger sticking out of the top of it. The ceiling dropped at a fierce angle, and the room's only window was almost at floor level. "Home crap home." He said. He turned and took off his shirt, throwing it on the plastic chair; he turned on the window air-conditioner. He saw the look in my eyes as I saw the conditions he lived in, and the tears started again. I took him in my arms, and held him as he cried. "I have tried so hard." He said between sobs. I started rubbing is back as his salty tears soaked my shirt. He pulled back from me, and took me by my hands and led me to the mattress. We lay down together, the sheets smelled musky, and I held him in my arms. I was so aroused just laying fully dressed next to him, I still had my shoes on. "I like lying here with you like this." He said as he put his mouth on mine. I could taste the mouthwash he had used in my car. I slowly sucked his tongue into my mouth, and gently played with it. I then used my lips and kissed the tears off his cheeks. He started to unbutton my shirt and exposed my hairy chest and hard nipples. He took my nip in his mouth and played with it with his tongue. He made whimpering sounds as he moved from one to the other. My hands played over the skin on his back, he had fine soft hair there. He moved my shirt off my shoulders, and kissed them too. I lifted my arms so that he could take my shirt off, when it was laying on the floor next to us; he buried his face in my armpit and licked it. I have had sex with men several times, and no one had ever done that. Who knew that it could be that arousing? He rolled onto his bask, and I climbed on top of him straddling his chest. His arms were outstretched, and I placed my hands on his shoulders, and slowly slid them down to his wrists, when my face was next to his I kissed him deep, and he took my tongue into his throat. I laid down on top of him my pouch rubbing on his through our pants. I kissed my way down his neck, feeling his heart beat on my tongue. Down his chest, pausing at his nipples my mouth slowly traveled lower. When I reached his belt, I stopped. He started to unfasten his belt, and undo his pants to give me access. I pulled his jeans down his legs. Because they were so tight his boxers slid down with them. I removed his sandals, and pulled his pants off, dropping them on the floor. I was surprised how small his wiener was; fully erect it was only about four inches and only a little bigger around than my thumb. He must have taken a lot of teasing in the locker room. I bet when it was soft you could hardly see it. I climbed back on top of him and started kissing his naked body. I could smell his sweat on his skin. It was not a bad smell, but one that turned me on. His skin felt soft on my tongue, and tasted salty. "Do you have any condoms?" I asked, knowing this ass had been well used. He reached under the edge of the mattress and pulled out a strip of them. I knelt between his legs, and used my teeth to pull open the foil. I took out the little rubber disk and rolled it down my swollen cock, and burped the air out of it for a thigh fit. I then lifted his legs onto my shoulders, feeling the hair tickle my neck. I slowly pressed my rock hard, rubber coated cock in his well used hole. He was open for me, but still tight enough to give me pleasure. I started out slow, and then moved to a faster rhythm. His warm body surrounded my shaft, and he moved his cunt muscles in time to my thrusts. We looked in each others eyes, and he smiled, and I came. I continued to thrust my spent and semi hard cock in his ass, while I opened another condom and rolled it down his diminutive shaft. I didn't have to unroll it all the way, and wasn't sure it would stay on, it wasn't very tight. I then let my dick slide out of his hole, lowered his legs, and positioned my self over his cocklet. It may have been tiny, but it was super hard, and slid easily even in my tight man pussy. "You don't need to do this." He whispered in a soft feminine voice. "I know it's small, and it won't be good for you." "It feels just fine." I said, panting as I bobbed up and down on his little thingy, and my voice coming in short gasps. I felt him tighten, and thrust upwards to meet me, he let out a moan, that was almost in auditable, as he filled the condom with his seed. I proved him wrong, his little boy thing set me off, and I let loose with another load on his face and chest. He laughed. I lay down beside him, pulled off my rubber and put it on the floor next to the mattress, and I watched him do the same. I pulled him into my arms, and held him until we both fell into a sexually satisfied sleep. He jerked awake, and sat straight up next to me. "What time is it?" he asked as he leaned over my naked body to see the clock on the floor next to us. "Oh my god, I'm going to be late to class." as he vaulted out of bed. He grabbed his boxers, and wiped my cum off his face, chest, and ass. He pulled on his jeans, and grabbed a dirty t-shirt from one of the piles on the floor. He shoved his feet in his sandals. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, and opened the door. "If you want to use the shower, help your self; just lock the door when you leave. And . . . Thank you, I hardly ever have sex just for fun, that was nice." And then he was gone. I could hear his feet hurrying down the wooden stairs, and then there was just the sound of the building settling. I rolled off the mattress, and walked to the shower hoping this dump had hot water. I turned on the tap as was surprised, the water was scalding. I ran his bar of soap over my body thinking of him, and finished off by shooting one more time down the drain. My cock was getting sore, that was my fourth time, and it wasn't time for lunch yet. I fished a towel out of a pile on the floor, it didn't smell too bad, and so I dried off. I hoped he wouldn't mind, as I borrowed some of his deodorant an applied it my underarms. It turned me on just touching them. I had never had anyone lick them before. I rounded up my clothes, dressed and left, making sure his door was locked. I didn't leave him the fifty dollars, somehow that would have been wrong.
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