"The Young Dishwasher, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Encounters
The voice was of the kid, but it was not commanding as before. It sounded more plaintive to me.
I jumped at the sound and turned to see him lounging in the rear seat. He had a slight smile.
"Yes pretty boy, it's me, Roman."
Oh, now I knew his name. I didn't offer mine. I had no intention of starting a friendship. I just wanted to get out of here.
His oversize tan hand reached out and tenderly stroked the back of my neck. I felt my cock responding slightly and that annoyed me. After all, I gave him a good time and I was totally blue balled.
He purred in my ear, "I'm not through with you. I need another cum. I always need to cum twice."
Then with a quick move he grabbed the envelop with my wallet and watch. He sat back on the back seat and ripped it open.
"Only twenty five dollars? Tell you what, you need five for gas so I'll just take twenty. I know this makes me a whore, and a cheap one at that." He laughed lightly. "And the watch, you can keep that. It's a copy watch."
I took it gladly. How wrong he was. This was my fathers. It was solid gold and about twenty five years old. I think it was worth thousands. He just didn't recognize the old style.
"Get out of the car."
What could I do? I stepped out and stood at the driver's closed door. He got out of the back. I noticed he had a prominent protrusion at his crotch. Shit, he was ready for action.
He grabbed my wrist. "Come on sweetie, we're going back to the cabin to fuck."
Oh know. That was my one fear, getting fucked. I tried it once with my cousin and I didn't like it. I am an oral guy and a hand job guy. I love to give and receive both. Fucking is another world that I am not in. The door to the unit was slight ajar. He kicked it open with his feet. He pulled me inside.
"Get your clothes off, completely. Can't get a good fuck going with clothes on."
I turned my back on him and began getting undressed. What was my sudden modesty. I could hear the rustle of his clothes coming off and I turned around to peek.
"You're a hot boy," he said, his eyes raking my bare body as if I was a hanging side of beef.
His body was sleek and compact. A sheen of sex sweat, maybe, gave his skin the look of polished honey.
I almost gasped out loud as he sat on the edge of the bed, staring at me all the while and then leaned back and grasped his ankles and rolled back. His asshole was displayed with its ring of dark soft hair around it. He was breathing with a rasp.
"Okay, lover, get at me."
I stood in front of him my prick leaping with need. I raked my eyes over his full golden tan thighs and on up to the tender maroon colored ball sac, those big eggs looking vunerable in the smooth, unwrinkled bag. Above his tan cock was hard and lying on his stomach, right on the dark line of hair.
He spoke with obvious difficulty. "You afraid or something. Didn't you ever do it"
In the past I did it a few times. The problem is that it is such a vivid experience that I have to be distracted by struggling to keep from falling over the edge and unloading sooner than I want to.
To delay the act I stroked his delicious inside thighs and touched the puckered ring inside the hair. He let out of bleat like a wounded animal.
"I'm dying here. What you trying to do?
I began tracing a circle around his ass hole. I looked at the change on his face from insolent to squeezed eye closing. This move really got him. The balance between us had now changed. He was no longer the scary outlaw, he was now my sex slave.
I wet my right index finger and slipped it slightly inside and did a circular motion. His response was to drool down the side of his mouth. Than I smelled something. It was the leaking of precum. It was a strong enveloping odor that pushed me into a fuck mode.
I stepped between his hot legs and they immediately grasped me around my hip bone and pulled me close. Without aiming, my cock head was resting at the entrance to his chute.
His cock was heavily dripping now and he was shaking with desire for me to enter. I put my cock just inside his ass hole.
His feet were at my ass trying to push me in.
"Easy dish water boy, you'll get it when I decide you get it."
His face looked meek and he subsided, waiting and hoping for that fulfillment of flesh scraping his insides.
Now, devilishly I decided to rake him down a few notches more. After all, he had scared the shit out of me and I will never forget that stinging slap. I reached out my fingers and moved them back and forth over his dark, large areolas. The nipple was flat, almost invisible. His eyes snapped open at the unfamiliar sensation.
"What you doin'. Leave off that."
His nipple spoke eloquently and spoke different from his words. It elongated to a very visible size. He must have felt it like a stiffish pain. I tenderly excited those nubbies with steady stroking until he was dizzy with excitement. His face was flushed and he was leaking so much, I thought he'd cum. This boy felt sex profoundly. That was nice. It made me look like a great lover
Time for the main event. As if a bell sounded, I took aim. I decided not to be gentle with this street kid. I plunged in one motion and he made a sound like "Whoop!"
He balled his fists and I thought that I was going to get punched out but as I pulled back, almost out, and slowly reentered, his angry face softened and soon relaxed into a smile of happiness.
"You like this, you greedy little boy." I said through clenched teeth, trying not to spew.
"Ye-s-s-s," he hissed, "More."
I began steadily pounding him to a marching band drum beat. He was howling and dribbling spit from the side of his mouth. His tongue was hanging out. He looked like he was in a dope haze.
My own balls were whirling in their sac and I knew I'd fall off the horse soon. Then I saw that his eyes were blinking rapidly. He let out a loud cry of surprise. "I-I-I,"
"I know, you're about to cum. Let is happen."
I looked down to see his prick open up and send a thick stream right up to his Gypsy nose and then succeeding blasts went to his tan chest and finally dribbled into his black pubes.
I stopped watching him as I jack knifed and shot into his hot hole. When I could see again, there he was, looking pale and sort of out of it.
I was a little alarmed at his appearance. His eyes were closed and he was breathing shallowly. No question, he was passed out.
I go up and dressed quickly. I was about to tiptoe out when I decided to take my twenty out of his pants, but then I got a great idea. I got the bill and layed it on his sweaty chest and left.
Back on the road, safe and on the way home and wondered what effect that paid for sex message would have on him. He was sexy and the fuck was outstanding, but he deserved to be taken down.
End of story