Rent Boys Revisited

By Sam Tudor

Published on Nov 14, 2022

Gay

Donations to Nifty continue to be important, do what your can. Part 8 is more of a bridge than a sexual adventure, that happens in Part 9.

Jason's Story -- Part 8

Summer vacation was coming up, the supermarket manager asked if I would work full time, Lex had his job working full time for the stone mason company, so I said yes, but could it be daytimes (so Lex and I would have more or less the same schedule)? He promised some day time and some evening work. The evening work would pay more, per hour, since I would have more responsibility. I talked it over with Lex, although being on the same schedule would be ideal, we were not so dependent on each other that it would not work out, and we should not be.

We were friends with benefits, as they say now, not lovers, although in my impressionable youth I did have what was then called a "crush" on Lex. He really did like me, and our living situation, and we got along well, but more as roommates than lovers. We were both having sex with others, for pay for the most part, and for free once in a while, as well.

When I worked days I did everything from collecting carts in the parking lot, to bagging, to restocking, to running a register if it was crowded, but under state law, I could not ring up, or touch, alcohol, and so had to get another person to come over and ring up alcohol which caused a minor delay at times.

When I worked nights, I was the "de facto" manager, at 16, almost 17, from 8 pm to closing. I got paid a lot more, the other employees did not know about that, since I was being paid as much as a few of the women who had been there for years, running the registers, but who did not have "management" skills, or, cute asses, or big cocks. Yes, the manager liked both, and managed to take advantage of mine, maybe once a week, after work, in his office after the store closed for the night. He was a good fuck, considerate, knew what he was doing, and really did not care if I did not get off, if I were saving it for Lex. I fucked him bareback, mostly, he deep throated me with great skill, he jerked off while either was taking place, and never fucked me, or had me suck him.

Sex aside, I was the "manager" for those evening hours. I was authorized to authorize returns (the unstated policy was to always authorize them except for a few individuals who tried to scam us), supervise the other kids who were stocking shelves, supervise the loading docks if shipments came in during my hours, and there was at least one truck a night, and send the kids out to gather carts just before closing so they would all be inside at night and not stolen.

The store also employed a dozen people who were "limited" mentally, mostly as baggers, cart collectors, and sweepers. There were usually two or three on duty at any one time. There were two on my shifts, most of the time, one a woman in her forties, overweight, slow, but methodical, and a good bagger. The other in his early twenties, and a hunk. His name was Timmy.

Jason's Story -- Part 9

Timmy, yes, Timmy, not Tim, was, as noted, in his early twenties. In many ways he was a stupid eight year old, and in many a sophisticated 25 year old. He was easy to get along with, unless you insulted his intelligence, in which case his temper came right up, and he had to be calmed down. He had never learned to read, and really had no understanding of money.

On the other hand, he was incredibly good looking. Dark hair, brown eyes, movie star face and porn star body, and what nature did not give his brain it made up for it in his pants. He had the biggest cock and balls I ever saw, then or now, in person. Yes, I have seen bigger in gay porn, but not in person. And he knew how to use his cock, and his ass, and his mouth.

Timmy worked hard, was not a slacker, was cheerful, lived in a "sheltered" environment with a mentally fine, but physically handicapped guy, named Bruce, who was mostly in a wheel chair, they complimented each other. They worked out in the YMCA gym together, they cooked together, Timmy had a learner's permit so he drove, and was coordinated and drove well, while his roommate gave directions. Timmy's lack of reading skills meant he could not pass the driver's test. And, they functioned sexually -- Bruce had limited feeling below the waist but his cock worked, and he had some control over his asshole, but wore adult diapers "just in case" giving him the appearance of a big basket.

I had gotten my license at the end of the school year and was driving to work. Timmy took the bus, he had a bus pass so did not have to figure out the money, then there was a bus strike. Timmy rode a bicycle to work, it was raining, he was soaked, we got him more or less dried out, I got him a butcher's outfit from the locker room, put his clothes in the dryer, and put him to work. That is when I saw his cock. WOW! Bigger than Lex's, and Lex's was the biggest I had ever seen in person. "How big is that thing when it is hard?" I asked.

"Want to see? Bruce likes to play with it and make it cum. Do you want to? It feels really good."

And he started to work it up, the temptation was great, and so I took it in my hands, and it gradually filled up, from the base and the head first, and then the middle. "Shit, its big," I remarked.

"Can I see yours?"

"Sure," I said, and locked the locker room door, just in case anyone else might have come in. I took my cock, hard by then, out. Timmy played with the foreskin, he did not have one, being cut.

"I like cocks like yours. God made two kinds, fire hoses and fire hydrants, you know. I have a fire hydrant, you have a fire hose."

Talking with Timmy was always a surprise -- some of what he said was age appropriate, and some was appropriate for a grade school kid. But his body and equipment were sure age appropriate.

"We'd better get to work," I said, passing him the white butcher's outfit, tucking my cock back in, and helping him put his in, still hard, and commando. I figured I would keep him out back until it subsided. And me as well.

When it was time for his break, and he was very precise about time, his clothes were dry, I took him back to the locker room, got him changed, got a good look at his cock again, put the butcher's outfit, precum or cum, I did not know, stains and all, in the washing machine, and went back to work.

At the end of the shift, closing time, I told him I would give him a ride home, it was still raining, and he could ride his bike home the next night if it was clear.

He told me where to turn, every time, we ended up in front of an institutional building with a handicapped access ramp to the front door. I looked like it had six apartments, two to a floor. "Rainbow Apartments" it said, over the door. Timmy had a key, we went in, so I could meet Bruce.

I explained what had happened, Bruce thanked me. Bruce had the upper body of Hercules, but sat in a wheel chair with a blanket over his legs. He was white, looked like a biker, tough, dark 5 o'clock stubble on his face, but a nice grin. It turned out, as I got to know them better, he was a CPA, had gotten his degree and certification after the motorcycle accident that left his legs useless. And, he was gay.

I left relatively soon, drove home, fucked Lex, thinking, somewhat cheating I guess, about Timmy's cock, and slept well. I told Lex about Timmy, in our agreement to tell, and he encouraged me to "go for it".

The next time we worked together it was raining again, the bus strike was over, Timmy was dry, but I offered to give him a ride home. That was OK by him, I did, went in, and sat down to talk. Bruce was happy with the company, and said, "Timmy told me about your firehose, its OK, I have one, too, and I am guessing Timmy told you about that."

"No, not about the firehose part, but about what you can do with it."

"Want to fool around? I don't get much variety here, as long as you are comfortable with my limitations."

"Sure, just guide me along. I am versatile, and like it all. My hole is not cleaned out, otherwise, I am all yours and all Timmy's."

"Some preliminaries, then, for the climax, would you fuck me? Timmy is just too big. And fucking me takes a bit of work. On my back, but I have no control over my legs, so you have to lift them up over my body, so I can grab them, and hold them, and then, you hold them so I can play with my cock. I'll suck off Timmy while you fuck me."

"Sounds good to me."

We went into Timmy's bedroom, a queen sized bed, Bruce took the blanket off his legs, pulled himself up onto the bed in a sitting position, meanwhile Timmy was stripping and the helped Bruce take his slippers and pants and diaper off. Timmy got a spouted urinal and gave it to Bruce who took a piss in it. Bruce took off his shirt. He had the upper body of a giant, hairy pecs, and belly, normal sized uncut cock, hairy balls, and having dumped the piss in the toilet and rinsed out the urinal, Timmy dropped down and began to suck on Bruce's cock. Both Bruce and Timmy were hard at that point, as was I.

I stripped, Bruce beckoned me over, and took my cock in his mouth. He was good. I played with his nips and his pecs, and his massive furry shoulders. It was very good.

"Switch places guys," Bruce commanded. We did. I sucked on his firehose, putting my tongue between the head and the foreskin. Bruce moaned his approval. Timmy, likewise, was feeling good. We tried some other things, and, finally, Bruce said, "Time for the grand finale."

He gave me a condom, I put it on, and followed the instructions above. Bruce continued to suck on Timmy's giant cock, I fucked Bruce. Bruce came, I came, Timmy came, in giant spurts all over me and Bruce, Bruce told me to dump my cum on his chest and belly, I did, Bruce used the combined cum to jerk off with, and came again. I jerked off and came again. Timmy jerked off for a while, but did not cum until Bruce put two fingers up Timmy's ass, and then that put him over.

What a night, or, evening. I went home to Lex, told him of my adventure, had him fuck me, and I came again, not much cum, but felt ever so good.

The next time I brought Lex, and that is another chapter.

Next: Chapter 9


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