"Shit, this is too dangerous," he said as he quickly pulled his pants back up. Stuffing his package back inside his pants, he reached in the back seat and grabbed his shirt, which I didn't want him to put on but we really had no choice. I too put my package away, which proved to be more difficult for me than it had been for him. Somehow I managed to stuff the rock I called my penis back into its home, which was not comfortable by any means, and it was more than obvious that he was still happy. Just then my cell phone rang. It was my friend I had caught a ride with. I answered it quickly, and angrily. "Why the hell did you leave me?" I screamed into the phone as I answered it. "I'm sorry! What did you want me to do? I was lining up and they came up form behind, I had to get out of there. Where are you? I'm coming to get you now." "Don't bother," I said, still a little angry but also understanding. We all had the understanding that when the cops showed up it was every man for himself. "I got a ride." "Oh really? From who?" "Don't worry about it, I'll catch you later." I was so wrapped up in my conversation I hadn't realized that Gene had started the car and started driving again. I hung up from my phone conversation. "Ok, now what?" I asked as I put my seatbelt back on and continued trying to fix myself. "Well, you could stay at my house if you want," he said with a bit of hesitation. "This late? Your mom would be ok with that?" he continued driving, without looking at me but keeping his eyes on the road. "Yeah, if she's even awake," he replied. I called home quickly and it was good, so off to his house we went. He lived about 15 minutes from downtown in the opposite direction that I did. "You'll take me home tomorrow then?" I asked. "He looked at me with a sad face. "You'll want to go home?" it quickly turned into a smile though, and he laughed a little. "Yeah, I will." "I'm not saying I'll want to, I just won't have a choice." "This is true," he said. A few moments later we arrived. His house was fairly nice, upper middle class. He parked out front and we walked through the front door. The living room was directly to the right, where his mom was watching TV. "Hey mom, this is Tyler, he's a friend of mine from work, is it ok if he stays the night?" she looked at me with a bit of a disapproving look. "Well I guess its too late now. Yeah, I suppose." "Sweet, thanks mom," he said and he began to walk away and I trailed him. He led me to a door, and then we went into the basement. There was a decent sized room to the left, with a couch and some chairs and a nice TV. There was a door in the back wall which clearly led to a bathroom, and a closed door on the far left wall. "Make yourself at home, I'll be right back," he said as he walked towards the door that was closed. I plopped myself down on the couch and as he opened the door I saw a bed and a dresser. Obviously his room. So this was like his own private living space, cool. I turned on the TV and found something interesting to watch. A few minutes later the door opened again, and my new boy toy emerged, this time wearing a pair of pajama pants and wife beater, showing off his fairly well defined arms, and it hugged his chest showing all the lines there too. I started getting hard again as memories of just a short time ago began to come back. "Here," he said, tossing me a pair of PJ pants and a clean tee shirt. "Jeans aren't the most comfortable things to sleep in," he said as he walked to the other side of the room. "You can change in the bathroom, or in my room^Åit doesn't matter," he said. He began rummaging through a box on the floor. "Want to watch a movie?" he asked as I stood in the middle of the room, changing into the clothes he provided me. "Sure, what do ya got?" I slid into his pants, which clearly did not fit me well. "Fire Hoses, Farm Ranch Hands, Swim Meat, a bunch of Fratmen movies^Åyou can look through if you like." I was a little taken back. "You keep all your gay porn in an open box?" I said as I walked over to him. "What about your mom?" I looked down at the box, and from the corner of my eye I saw him staring at me as I bent over. "What? Oh, she knows, she doesn't care. She rarely comes down here anyway. Wow, those really don't fit you, do they?" he said motioning towards the leg bottoms which were a few inches above my ankles, and what they did cover they clung to very closely, and I was well aware of this. "Yeah, the waist is starting to kill me," I said as I played with it a little bit. "I'm not even going to attempt the t-shirt. This one looks good," I handed him "Fire Hoses." "Always had a thing for firemen," "Good choice," he said as he went back to the TV. I sat on the couch as he popped the movie in, and he sat next to me. He went through the menu screens before it finally started. Right away it began with four hunks, dirty with no shirts but still in the rest of their uniforms, returning from a call. Before long they were all in the showers and, well, you get the rest, it's a porno. I was quickly getting back to full attention, and it was more than obvious. I saw Gene's hand slowly make its way towards me, eventually making its way to my thigh. I flexed my cock muscle as if to say "Come get me," and he did. Once again he wasted no time as his hand went straight in through the fly, and was wrapped around my bare cock on no time. He pulled it out and slowly stroked it, his attention to the movie. I was watching him, his own crotch tenting heavily now. I reached my hand over and began to play with him, but not for long. "Uh-uh," he said leaning over towards me. "I already got mine^Ånow it's your turn." He stood up and took his shirt off. Now in front of me, I once again got to admire his perfect chest. His pants sagging a tad low, I noticed a perfect V that went from his hips down to his you-know-where. This was by far the biggest turn on about him yet. He stood over me, and I reached up, running my pointer fingers over his V, running them down past his waist line to where they led. He giggled and began to climb onto the couch, either knee on either side of my leg. He pulled my head up and kissed me, and I kissed him back. He sat down into my lap. I felt his hard cock against my stomach, and mine against his ass. I flexed my cock muscle again, grinding on his ass. Our kiss intensified as I wrapped my hands around his ass holding him into me. He broke our kiss. Leaning back, he pulled at my shirt from the bottom. I complied by putting my arms up, and he pulled it off of me. We went back to kissing as his hands felt their way all over my upper body. My hands, still on his ass, began to pull at his pants, pulling them down over his ass. I grabbed onto his cheeks with each hand, squeezing his cute ass. I neared my fingers to his hole, which at this point I didn't know how tight or loose it was, but before I could get there he broke our kiss off again. He slid off of me to the floor, and began pulling at my pants. He pulled them down to my ankles where I proceeded to kick them off. He pulled off my boxers next, sliding my cock out of the slit and down to my ankles as well, which I kicked off too. Now between my legs with no restrictions, he got on his knees at the bottom of the couch and began sucking around my area. His hand on my cock and the other on my thigh, he licked all around it, teasing me in the worst way before finally taking the head into his mouth. He wrapped his tongue around it and played with it, and I was in bliss. He went further down and began to bob, but only on half to three quarters off the shaft. He must not have had too many then I guess, but he certainly wasn't bad. I looked up at the TV to see two very muscular men, covered in soot and sweat, going at it in the back of a fire truck. A slightly older muscle stud with a huge cock-probably ten inches- was pounding the fuck out of a smaller and younger twink, who was also nicely equipped. They were both moaning and screaming in pleasure, which only added to mine. I began thrusting into his mouth, forcing all of my cock into his mouth. He began gagging a little each time. "Come on, you can handle it," I said encouragingly. "Take your time, breathe deep. If I can take yours then you can handle mine." He began to go further down on his own now. He came off my dick, slowly stroking it while he turned his attention to my balls, slowly sucking them in his mouth one at a time, before resuming back to my rod. He worked my dick for a good half an hour, but I was still no where near climax. "Damn dude, how long do you last?" he asked as he took a break, stroking me. "Pretty long sometimes. Although for someone as hot as you, I'm surprised I haven't yet." He continued working my dick for a few more minutes as the movie changed scenes again. Suddenly, he stopped. He stood up. "Come on," he said, extending out his hand. "What? Where?" Just come on!" he said. I took his hand and he pulled me up. Following like a dog, he led me to the bedroom, and shut the door. "Ok," he said, untying his pants. "Well, get on the bed!" I did as he said, hopping on the bed, lying on my back. I watched him finish de-robing, taking off his pants and underwear in one fell swoop. His body really was god-like. He was the definition of a twink; here he stood before me and I saw no sign of body hair whatsoever. While I trimmed mine I didn't shave it, and I had to wonder how much of his body he kept clean. He climbed onto the bed and was quickly back to working my cock, this time bent over like he was ready to do it doggy style. He worked my cock like it was the most important thing in the world. I moaned quietly, trying to keep it down. I thrusted some, but it just wasn't working. Finally after another 20 minutes, he came off it again. "Ok," he said as he climbed off the bed and went to the night stand next to it. "Time for plan B."