The Pick Up
He was a tallish kid, with a sunburned face, big man sized hands and long, gangly legs. He wore a Western shirt and torn, faded, worn and very tight jeans that profiled his youthful, muscular body like a glove. He looked like he was in his early twenties as he sat there alone at the bar, looking lonely and nursing the same drink he'd been sipping for more than an hour. I sat down beside him, ordered a gin and tonic, and lit a cigarette. "Can I have a smoke," he asked. "Sure," I said, leaning over to put the pack i n front of him. He took a cigarette and when I offered him a light, his ha nd touched mine. For both of us, the touch was ... well, if not electrifying, then at least ... connecting. I felt a stirring in between my legs and silently shouted "Down, Boy. Be cool. There will be time for that later." "So, what's your thing?" I asked him. "Oh, odd jobs, a little this and a little that ... I'm sort of a drifter," he admitted. " "Are you looking for work," I asked. "Always," he replied. "Well, I've got an old house that needs some real help. Do you want a few days' work?" "Sure, he replied." We talked for awhile more and then I said I had to get home. "Where are you staying?" I asked him. "Good question ... I really don't have a place to go." "Well, if you want, I have a spare room. You can stay with me while you're working on the house." "Hey, that would be great. Let me just get my stuff." And, he reached around the bar and grabbed an old army duffle bag which, apparently, contained all of his worldly possessions. "That's it," he said with a smile. "I'm ready." We went out to my car and drove home. I showed Ken -- he had told me his name -- to his room. He thanked me. Looking exhausted, he peeled off his shirt, dropped his trousers and lay down on the bed. My eyes were drawn to his crotch, where his "parts" seemed even bigger and more pronounced than they had when he was wearing the tight jeans. He was sleepy but he noticed by gaze and a grin came over his face. "Maybe we can help each other," he said cautiously, wanting to be sure he wasn't going places not indicated. "I don't know, " I said, teasingly, "what did you have in mind." "Well, maybe I should take a shower, to get all this road dust off of me, and then we can discuss it." With that, he grab bed the towel I'd handed him and stripped off his jockeys. God almighty, this kid was a canon ... he literally had the thickest cock I'd ever seen, with a pair of balls that hung down like a bull's. His crotch was covered with a light reddish-brown hair that arched its way up his ass, over his humongous balls and ball sack, and over his cock up his taught young belly. He was gorgeous. As if he understood my interest, he posed and turned slowly, bending down to pick up his shorts and giving me a complete view of his pink anus. I couldn't resist any longer and I moved closer to him, touching his shoulders and feeling his strong arms. When he didn't resist, I moved my hands slowly down his back and sides to his hips. I held him and moved in closer yet to smell his body, kissing him on the ear. "Oh, yes," he said, "I feel sure we can help each other." "Mmmm," I murmured. Now, he took the initiative, and gently pushed me down to a kneeling position, by face and mouth now facing his wonderful, gigantic tools. "Now, you can suck me as much as you want to," he said, and without any further encouragement , I inhaled both the aroma and the reality of his organ. It was already swelling, becoming even thicker and engorged. "Oh, I am now positive we can help each other," he said with humor. He started nudging his dick in and out of my mouth and I licked it with passion, stealing each drop of pre-cum I could induce out of his cock slit. My hands grasped his huge balls and he moaned softly as I squeezed them. He probed my throat even deeper, and I loved it. I bit him ever so gently and he clearly liked the small pain stimulus. I responded by squeezing his balls even harder and pushing them against each other and twisting his ball sack, then pulling on it. "Oh, ma n that's good," he said, "you are some kind of sucker. I don't know where you learned how, but you sure know your stuff." "Come to me, you magnificent hunk," I wheezed. "I want to feel your hot dick shooting that jism all the way to China. I want you to come in my mouth and all over me ... cover me with great, guzzling gunk." "Oh, yea, man, I'm gonna do just that." I was tickling his ass now with my finger, just on the rim, and that proved more than he could stand. With a Texas- style yell, he popped his cookies, and spurt after spurt gushed into my throat, filled up my mouth no matter how fast I swallowed, and the rest came all over my face and head. This kid must have been holding it in for days, because I don't think any part of me was dry when he was through. Ken bent over arms resting on the bed, relaxing, coming down. When he could speak, he said, "God, was that good. You're terrific." I smiled. "Has anyone ever told you how fantastic you are? " I asked him. "No, he said ... there haven't been that many, and mostly they've been old geezers who paid me to suck them off in the public john." "It doesn't sound like a real good way to make a living," I suggested. "No ," he admitted, "it stinks." "Well, forget about it now. Can I suggest a shower, perhaps for both of us?" "Sounds great," said Ken. Placing my hand on his rounded rump, I guided him to the bathroom."
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Jerry Gaither
E-mail: jerryg@pacbell.net
Home Page: http://www.GeoCities.com/SoHo/1344
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