Private Tour

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Colin waited impatiently in the lobby. As usual it was the Markson’s from Texas that were holding everyone else up but then that seemed to be their speciality, to be late. He didn’t mind too much as he did get paid by the hour. His boss did grouse a little but soon as heard it was for an American tour he just sighed and made a note to add to their bill the over time. Colin himself didn’t mind it all that much either as it gave him more time to stare at the retired professor from California that was in the group.

Professor Hillson was his name and his tour information listed him as being 58 though Colin couldn’t quite buy that. The guy had a body on him that rivalled his own lean 28 year old physique. Plus, he wasn’t your typical yank either, as he was always the first one in the lobby, usually before even Colin walked in. Then too, he always had a warm smile on his face and greeted everyone warmly, in a manner Colin felt was genuine.

Certainly different than the couple from Florida that always had a smile too, one that dripped of honey and was as phoney as a three pound note. Still it was fun to watch the Prof, as Colin liked to call him, make nice with all the other members of the tour group. It did make his job easier and so far it was going well. He already had collected some nice tips, in American Dollars too which he always enjoyed.

The day was booked to go through the dockyards and visit some of the historical warships there. He wasn’t much into it, though he kind of liked the old sailing ships. To think of all those hardy souls swinging in their hammocks at night, all that manhood. It did make him bit perky as it was right now. He smiled and as he did, he caught a glimpse of the Prof watching him, a sort of knowing grin on his face.

Colin could feel himself turning red as he realized he was sporting a boner that was showing in his shorts. Damn, he knew he should have worn his jeans today, but it was so warm out that he chose the casual shorts instead. He was paying for that now but then again, maybe it would work out. He turned to stare back at the Prof and was rewarded by what he was certain was one of those knowing winks.

Damn, he hadn’t really thought that the man was family. Certainly wasn’t evident by the attention he seemed to devote to the single women on the tour. Still he might simply be keeping up appearances to avoid issues. He had one of those with the last group of Yanks. You would have thought World War III had commenced when they found out that one of the tour members was Gay. Like the guy was ancient and it was like suddenly he was a leper. No one would sit with him, talk to him and everyone wanted him off the tour. It was a nightmare and when he handed the tour off to the next leg guide, he was relieved. Course he had kept a low profile too, in case anyone tumbled to him. Last thing he needed as this was a cushy job, and it paid well too.

After what seemed hours, they finally were able to board the bus and head off to the docks. The Prof was down the back, chatting constantly with the two single women from Florida. How he could laugh and smile was beyond him. Though once in a while, when he would look, he thought he saw a grimace behind that handsome smile.

Handing off the group to the dockyard guide was a relief. He hoped the Markson’s would fall into the drink or get lost in the maze of ships somewhere, but doubted he was that lucky. Least he had the rest of the day off to just unwind. Colin figured he’d head back to his flat, and put on some music and just relax until it was time to pick the group back up at 5 for a jaunt to a local hotel for tea and cakes. He cringed a little because he knew his group would whine about not getting decent food at a decent hour, but that is what they signed up for, so tough titties he thought.

His head was low and he didn’t see the man in front of him. As he moved to leave the group Colin walked straight into the man. It startled him and he began to apologize when he realized it was the Prof himself. Christ he must be daft, to not notice him leave the group.

“Sorry about that Professor’

‘My fault son, and I told you, call me Al or Alvin, not Professor, it makes me seem old and decrepit’

‘Uh okay Al, you lost? I can show you the way to meet up with the others if you want’

‘Nope, not interested in old ships, but you can help me, perhaps in another way?’

‘Oh? Well, I’ll do what I can’

‘Good, how about I take you to lunch somewhere? Maybe we can talk a little, and you can see if you can help me out or not? Deal?’

He stared at the man, unsure what was happening. For the life of him it felt like a pick up line, but then again maybe the guy really wasn’t into sailing ships or maritime stuff. Maybe he had something else on his mind. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been asked to find some odd alternative entertainment before, like when he worked the London tours. Lot of guys Al’s age wanted to visit what they called the ‘real Soho’ or ‘real London’ which always meant the strip clubs, some R18 shop even, or some private gambling establishment. Colin usually could help, so he didn’t think this was too much out of the ordinary. Except, well damn the guy was hot and he was certain the man had winked at him earlier, when he had that boner.

The idea of him and the Prof was rather exciting, so he decided to cut through the bull and made some excuse that he needed to go to his flat first. Colin figured that maybe once there, they could talk and even have lunch, and if he was right, desert would be served in his bedroom. Bit manipulative of him, but hell he hadn’t had a shag in weeks. If he was reading it wrong, well a side journey wasn’t going to matter.

The Taxi to his place was rather disappointing. All Al could talk about was the group, how it was not typical to the one’s he normally took. Seemed to talk a fair amount too about the women on the group, how they all were so friendly and accommodating. In some ways Colin felt jealous of them.

Arriving at his flat, Colin still felt unsure of whether Al was interested in him or not. He just couldn’t decide from the conversation they had so he let it go, chalking it up to his imagination. He busied himself with setting the kettle on and claiming he had to get changed before they went out to lunch. He had already given up on having it in the flat, as he felt sure nothing else would happen. That is, until Al began to talk about an old student he had run in on a tour to Italy. It all changed rather quickly then especially after the Prof remarked how Colin reminded him of that student.

‘How’s that then?’ he inquired.

‘He was a handsome young man, very similar in looks and bearing as you’ was the reply.

Colin felt a bit red in the face, and his body reacted to the compliment. To his consternation, he realized he was still wearing his shorts, and once more he could feel them becoming slightly tented at the groin. His eyes surveyed the Professor’s face and realized the man was looking right at his crotch.

‘Ya know son, he was just as circumspect as you, except in those odd moments, when one could catch a glimpse of what was truly on his mind’

‘Uh, really? And what was on his mind?’

‘Same thing as is on yours I think. Ya know, tight fitting clothes, not only show off one’s good looks, and assets, but they do tend to show one’s interest, or lack of same. If I may be so bold, I think your interest are most, uh, revealing?’

Al was looking right at Colin’s bulging groin. Colin had no doubt the Professor had spoken the truth. It was on his mind, but now he felt a bit scared, as to whether he should acknowledge the obvious or attempt to deny it. He did have a job to consider and the last thing he needed was for a group of yanks to find out he was a puffter.

‘Looks can be uh, deceiving, or misinterpreted’

Al looked up at Colin, smiled and then sat down on the rather thread bare chesterfield. His eyes never seemed to be far from checking his groin out as he raised his hands to his lips, the tips of the fingers just under his rather thin pale lower lip.

‘That is what he said, but I was right then, as I am now, aren’t I Colin?’

‘Well, uh, I mean, I suppose it is possible, I uh…’

Alvin smiled at him, and dropped his hands from his face. He looked over at Colin, smiling.

‘I am not only perceptive my young friend, but I am also very discreet, if that is perhaps causing you concern.’

It was, and somehow he believed him too. He stepped forward, hesitant at first as he realized he wanted this to happen. Hell, he had brought the older man home to begin with. His plan obviously was working, so why didn’t he just open his mouth and agree?

Instead he took another step closer, to the point where he could smell the man’s cologne. It was a nice fragrance that rather added to the perception of the man being, well, genuine. He smiled back now and was startled as Al leaned back into the chesterfield, his hands reaching out and bringing Colin into his arms.

The surprise only grew as he found the man pressing his thin lips on his mouth and without thinking he began to reciprocate. His mouth opened and he stuck his tongue out, to taste and lick at the lips that were crushed up against his mouth. He felt his body shiver a little as he adjusted his position leaning inwards on top of Al.

His hands were clasped around Colin’s hips and they held him tightly while they kissed. It was a deep and penetrating kiss that took Colin’s breath away. He felt his lungs ache as he lifted his head to stare into the man’s face. All he could see was the lazy grin on Al’s face and the sparkle of his eyes. It made his heart skip a beat as he stood up, reaching down with his hand to lead the older man towards his bedroom.

Once inside, he quickly removed his clothes and stood in front of Al, as if to get the man’s approval before going any further. The soft whistle made his head swim a bit, and it only helped rush more blood to his already erect penis. He stood there, totally naked enjoying the admiring stare from Al. It wasn’t that he was ugly or anything, but it was nice to have his body pass muster.

The grin on his face told it all as Alvin stepped forward and kissed Colin lightly on the lips, then on the chin and then underneath it. He felt the warm press of the man’s lips on his Adam’s apple and he trembled a bit at the man’s embrace and touch. The hands moved slowly up and down his lanky body, caressing him in a way he hadn’t experienced before.

The head disappeared from his view until he let himself look downwards. The thinning spot of hair on the top didn’t alter the feelings he was having. He felt lucky as the man’s head continued to work its way down his torso. The mouth was kissing him and on occasion the tongue would find a particular spot and lick at it. The way it played with his one nipple made him groan and reach downwards with his hands, to hold onto Al’s shoulders.

His body was shaking and the man held him steady. His legs were like rubber as he let the man lick and caress his belly. The man’s hot breath on his stomach made him moan and push downwards, urging the man to go further, to take his throbbing cock. Each touch of the man’s lips made him sway as finally it came down, towards his groin. He could feel the excitement beginning to roll up inside of his body as the lips pressed against the soft flesh of his crotch.

Colin’s legs trembled more as the hands held him harder by the upper thighs. The fingers digging into his flesh and then reaching around to tease the far edge of his cheeks. He bit his lip as he tilted his head upwards, enjoying the wild sensations that came to his mind. His heart was pounding and the blood draining downwards, making him sway and sweat too.

Suddenly Al’s face moved away from his body. His body shook and he looked down, to see the man gazing at his erect cock. It wasn’t a huge dick, but it was thick. He could see it winking even, as his precum was coming to the cockhead. It made him grin too as he saw the look of desire in Al’s face. It was shining actually that made him arch his hips forward, encouraging the man to continue.

It worked too as suddenly he felt the light press of Al’s lips on the tip of his cock. It sent waves of excitement into his body as he struggled to remain standing. The jolt was unlike anything he had experienced, and he wasn’t a rookie at sex either. Shit, he’d had some damn good blow jobs before but there was something special about what was happening. The thrill was amazing as once more he thrust forward.

Al’s hands suddenly were wrapped around his two butt cheeks, holding them firmly in their grasp. He felt the lips move down his cock head, the tongue licking at the oozing white precum that was beginning to drip. His eyes closed shut as he let the man work his magic on his aching body. He moaned deeply as the lips tightened around his hot cockhead, almost as if they were a vice.

The pressure of the lips gave way to the slow steady motion inwards, as his cock began to enter Al’s mouth. He groaned now as he felt the saliva begin to coat the head. The slowness was driving him nuts and yet made him shake and shudder to the wild sensations that it brought him. He cried out a little, his hands now on top of Al’s head pulling at it, urging it to move inwards faster.

His demand was met. The mouth closed tightly around the cock, and yet eagerly sucked it in deeper. The motion was suddenly picked up and he felt the man’s nostrils breathing against his pubic hairs and Colin knew his cock was fully impaled deep into Al’s mouth and throat. He could feel it all as he cried out, enjoying the sensations.

His body ached as he felt the lips begin to move back and then come forward again. It became faster with each passing second and soon the man’s nose was pressing hard into his soft pubic region. His body was jutting forward with each inward thrust of Al’s mouth. He began to rock back and forth to the motion of the sucking, enjoying the warmth and wetness that surrounded his throbbing cock. His balls were making harsh slapping sounds that only drove him onwards.

His eyes were watering and sweat was pouring down his face and ran down to drip off his naked body. It dropped onto the head that was eagerly sucking on his manhood. Gawd it was making him nuts as he drove his hips forward hard. His hands clutched at Al’s hair and head, twisting the strands between his fingers as he lurched forward. He was cumming and it made him cry out loudly, as the hot jizz came rushing into his thick pulsing pole. He felt the heat as he lunched inwards, holding Al’s head from withdrawing.

The cries were loud as his body surrendered to the lust. He could feel his whole lanky frame shake. His legs were beginning to grow numb as all his blood was rushing to his cock. The sound of gagging didn’t even stop him from pulling on Al’s head, making it come in more. He felt the nose pushing into his groin as his body gave its milk up. Colin was in tears nearly as he shot load after load down the willing throat. He felt his head bouncing deep inside.

The sounds mingled together as he felt his body growing weak and exhausted. His hands loosened their grip a little but the head stayed tucked deep into his groin. His body was flushed from the heat of the passion and he began to grow feint even. His hands dropped to his side as the last of his milk dribbled out into the still sucking mouth. He shuddered as the tongue licked at his cock head, still inside the mouth. The sensation of his own cum coating his cock head made him tremble now as his eyes remained shut for a second more, his mind enjoying the still rolling waves of pleasure and release.

Al slowly pulled back, coughing once as finally Colin’s cock was released from the man’s mouth. Al’s hands now dropped from the still shaking butt cheeks and Colin felt himself falling. He fell backwards onto the bed, in a sort of exhausted collapse. The bed bounced and as he felt it cushion his fall, he looked over the rising figure.

He blinked as he saw the warm satisfied grin, with dried cum around the lips. Then as he tried to catch his breath, he saw the man slowly begin to undress. Colin smiled as he realized that he was about to get a second course for lunch.

 

Playing Through

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

The ball sailed and sliced off to the far left, again. He hated when it did that or that is, until today. Normally he was a pretty decent golfer. He had been a last minute addition to the foursome by his boss, and he knew the man wasn’t exactly thrilled with his play, but frankly, he just didn’t give a shit. He was enjoying the round so far, specially when he Carlos had been assigned as his caddy.

Carlos was Latino and was a local freshman from the community college nearby. He was taking, of all things, Political Science and had aspirations of one day being the first Latino President or so he had proclaimed while the others were teeing off on the second tee.

There was something about the 20 year old that had made Conrad relax and put aside his resentment at being forced into this game on his day off. Still it didn’t hurt to score some brownie points with the boss, who was careful to explain to him that he just needed to hit the ball, and keep his damn mouth shut. Something he was rather good at. Still it irked him that he had to give in and not chime in when the two clients were mouthing off, mostly about politics. That is how he found out about Carlos’ aspirations.

By the fourth tee, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t make it through all eighteen holes without putting his foot in his mouth. As he weighed the choices and the looming prospect of unemployment, he watched the way Carlos just stared at them, a strange smirk on his face with each jab the two businessmen made about things. The way they would sound off on Gays one minute, then the influx of cheap labour from Mexico. They didn’t seem to leave any topics undisturbed as they played on.

It was his chip shot that grazed the edge of the tree line where Carlos took his mind off the bigots he was with, including his boss who did nothing but fawn over the two morons. He hated the way they had to do business, and idly wondered what would really happen to the world of economics if people spoke up instead of just biting their lips? Somehow Carlos must of sensed his anger and while searching for the lost ball, had rubbed against his thigh, whispering that it wasn’t worth it. He seemed to indicate their were other ways to get back at those types and so Conrad bit his lips once more.

Conrad’s golf game went distinctively downhill on the fifth tee. On his second shot, While passing him his club, Carlos let his hand brush against Conrad’s front, and as it moved past it sort of pushed inwards, rubbing the soft lump of his dick. The hand sort of lingered for a second, before moving on. It stunned him and with the two men standing behind him, made him nervous. His swing had sliced the ball squarely into the rough and the groan from his boss only added to his nervousness.

Walking down into the rough, he turned to take his club and noticed the wide grin on Carlos’ face. It didn’t register for a second but then he looked into the dark eyes and saw the strange glint. He also realized that Carlos was staring not at the ball, but at Conrad’s crotch. He was embarrassed for a minute and yet his body didn’t seem to feel the same way. After all Carlos was a fine specimen to stand next to.

The sound of his heart beating a bit wild made him break the stare and he turned to look down at the ball among the uneven ground. He couldn’t help but also notice that Carlos had positioned himself to the left and behind. It would give the young man a perfect view of his stance, and his butt. Damn, he thought he was going to get a case of the shakes thinking like that, and the rather stiffening piece of meat between his legs didn’t help his concentration either.

It took Conrad two tries to get out and judging by the look on his boss’s face, it wasn’t going to make job advancement easy. Still in some way he felt rather happy, knowing his boss was feeling discomfort and that perhaps it would effect the business dealings he had with the two bigots. Not a bad notion he thought as he struggled to keep up with the others, already behind in the scoring.

Carlos was distracting. Each time he stood near Conrad, all he could do was breathe in deeply that strange perfume the young man exuded. He wasn’t a tall man, and was rather husky in a sense. But as he kept stealing glances at him, he couldn’t help but become aroused by the man’s looks. His hair was close cropped and the angular face made him look dangerous, in a good sense. It was almost as if he was daring those who looked at him, to guess at what was behind the blank stare. Conrad certainly was thinking about it, along with some other fanciful thoughts. He couldn’t help it, the guy always seemed to position himself so that his full looking crotch was right in Conrad’s easy view.

His first foray into the woods came because of Carlos. The man kept several golf balls in the front pocket, and on the tenth he stood in front of Conrad. Carlos reached into his pocket and his eyes glanced downwards, dragging Conrad’s own eyes down. As his hand dug into the pants, Conrad saw him also reach over from the pocket, and adjust what certainly looked like a rather large pole. The vision of that lump made his heart skip a beat and then when Carlos handed him the ball, and tee, the touch of his fingers on his own, only added to the building desire within.

Conrad felt his mind begin to think about what was behind those rather loose fitting beige pants and he had trouble setting the ball on the tee. It was even worse as he managed a quick look at Carlos and saw him grin and look back down towards his crotch. It was like a signal or invitation or so he hoped. The ball naturally went sailing off into the woods, making his boss swear and glare at him, though he barely let it register.

They were hunched over, searching the undergrowth for the lost ball when Carlos somehow bumped into him. He didn’t move away either, but just let his body lean into Conrad’s. It was unnerving as he struggled to decide whether to stand up and move on, or to maybe say something. The choice was taken from him as Carlos reached out in front of him, his arm brushing hard into Conrad’s groin. His hand dropped a ball and then hand seemed to just turn and press hard into his groin.

It took the breathe from him and he even moaned a bit, unsure what to say or even do, for that matter. It was all so sudden or so he thought, as he turned his head towards the 20 year old.

“Your boss is a dickhead”

“Uh huh” was all he could manage as he Carlos kept his hand pressed into his groin.

“There is your ball”

“Uh, well it might be, but uh, doesn’t seem to be the uh, right one”

His eyes stared up into Carlos’ face. There was a small smile across the face and the eyes were staring hard at Conrad. He felt a lump in his throat as he wondered what was going to happen, when Carlos chuckled a little and his hand moved away from Conrad’s groin.

“Let me see if I can find the right one then” was all he said as he moved around to squat in front of Conrad who stood up. The pain in his back from bending over was travelling up his body, his mind was trying to figure out what Carlos had in mind when he felt the zipper on his own pants suddenly pulled down.

Still dazed he felt the hand reach in and start to fondle his erect penis, and then push it aside after a quick embrace. The fingers reached down and under to cradle his scrotum and as he looked down at Carlos, he heard him ask if that was the right ball or not.

He just gulped for air and nodded as suddenly his cock was pulled out from his pants, his shorts jammed to one side. He felt the thumping of his heart and he stared around to make sure no one could see. Carlos chuckled again, telling him to lean back and relax, that no one could see into the small thicket of trees they were in. His voice had that lilt to it that made it all seem right and he sighed, leaning against the tree trunk.

As he felt the bark dig into his back, his body shook as Carlos wasn’t wasting any time. His hands had stroked the average sized pole and it was fully erect. The skin was taught and he could feel himself enjoying the thrill of the young man’s hand on his shaft. He reached around with his hands to let them lay on the shoulders and it only added to his pleasure. His body shuddered and suddenly the close cropped head was all that filled his vision.

The sensation of wet lips around his own cock head took him by surprise. The tight hold of the mouth that began to move down past his head sent chills up and down his spine. He gripped the shoulders tighter, feeling the bone. It steadied him as the warmth came pushing into his body from his pole. It was fully enveloped by Carlos’ mouth and slowly the head began to bob and the sound of suction made him start. His head turned towards where his boss was and yet even if the man heard, he was too thick to know what it meant. He smiled at that and looked back down as he let Carlos suck and play with his balls. The motion grew faster and he felt his body shiver. It was happening so fast, and the thrill was not something he had ever experienced before.

Risk of being spotted, heard was making him sweat more than normal and yet he couldn’t help himself. His hips jutted forwards, sending his cock deeper into the willing mouth. He loved the rough stink that came across his whole shaft as it went past the teeth. He felt them rasp on his flesh, making him shiver even more. The motion was becoming too much and he felt his body quivering in anticipation.

The ache in his groin was growing unbearable. The sucking motion was unreal as he began to rock a little. His hands no longer clenched the shoulders, as he felt his body ready to surrender to the urgent demands of Carlos’ mouth. The press of fingers under his scrotum, the licking of his pole was too much. He groaned now, uncaring who heard. His eyes were glazed over as he felt his legs quiver.

The mouth left his cock, and suddenly he felt each of his testicles swallowed up by the eager mouth. He groaned louder now, his hips jutting forward and then once more his cock was being swallowed whole. He felt the lips wrap around the head and slide down, pressing as they held him. His head was banging the far reaches of the throat and all he could think of was how good it all felt.

His golf game forgotten as he arched forward. The hands reached out to hold onto the shoulders as his body bucked and then with a strange growl in his throat, he felt his balls sling upwards. Every muscle in his body grew tense as he let himself go. Even his strangled cry of ‘I am cumming’ seemed lost in the roar of sound that echoed in his ears.

Every muscle let go at once, as his body leapt forward, forcing Carlos back a little. The hard cock wedged deep within the mouth as his milk came flooding out. The release took the young man by surprise, and yet the sounds of him swallowing hard only made him arch forward further. He was desperate to get his dick deep down into the willing throat, but the strong hands on his thighs held him back long enough for a second load to come flooding out. He felt the hot milk coat his own shaking pole and he sighed, his body suddenly spent.

It was over so fast, that he could hear himself panting. The sudden ejaculation made him shake for several seconds as he heard his cock slip out of the mouth. Looking down, he saw the pleased expression on the young man, and noticed the bits of cum around the corners of his mouth. It was then that he heard his name being called, recognizing the angry howl of his boss.

Stuffing his cock back into his pants, he turned to see Carlos hand him a golf club and pointed at the dropped ball. A small evil grin was on his face as Conrad yelled back to his boss, a similar grin crossing his own face.

As he began to position himself to fire the ball out of the trees, he wondered just what lay ahead at the next grove of trees coming up a few holes away.

 

 

 

 

 

On A Good Night

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Normally he’d rake in at least a few hundred, on slow nights even. This had to be one of the worst he had come across and as Paul stared out at the empty street, he felt a little apprehensive. He was regretting last night at the bar, realizing that he could use that money now. Still, despite the hour being just after midnight, he had faith that someone would show up.

His hand reached into his pants, to feel the few coins that were there. His stomach rumbled a little as he hadn’t eaten and he was cold too. Paul had been out early, figuring he could make up for last night’s binge if he started early. So far he hadn’t even had one look, one offer even and that had him worried. He was hungry and tired as he tried to not let it show.

Even Roger had bitched as he had walked past, heading home early. It was as if all the ‘dates’ had suddenly disappeared. There weren’t as many cars going past either, and even the buses seemed empty when they rolled past. It was almost like the whole city had decided to stay at home tonight.

Paul hoped that maybe once the bars closed, things would pick up. He wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of some drunk pawing at him, but money was money. Trouble with the last call clients was they weren’t exactly flush with cash. Most of them had drunk it all away, so the negotiating wasn’t always pleasant. They did get nasty at times too, and as he looked around, he felt the night chill even more.

Most on the street had left already, given up. That also posed a few risks for him, because there was safety in numbers, specially with some of the drunks that happened by. It wasn’t like it was a rough part of town, just that some of those passing by were the so called real men. They were the one’s who always told the fag jokes, or made fun of some because of their feminine attributes. Pissed him off because some of them, also enjoyed having their cocks sucked off. Bet they never mentioned that when degrading some poor guy in front of their friends.

Shaking his head a little, he frowned. Wasn’t good to think of those things, he had more important stuff to worry about, such as getting enough to eat. Man he hated this, but at least the rent was paid. It was his one stead fast rule, to earn enough to pay the rent, then he’d worry about other stuff, like food.

Headlights appeared down the road and he stepped closer to the curb, so that if it was a possible client, he wanted to make sure he was seen. Not like there was much selection around now. Still he kept an eye on the others, comparing his stance to theirs. For him, he figured right now he was definitely the choice unless the ‘date’ had some weird fetish happening.

Sort of like Maxie, the 25 year old he had met at the bar a week back. The guy seemed normal enough, and looked pretty decent too. He had nice features and claimed to be a big shot web producer, whatever that meant. At first he thought the guy was just being friendly, but when he made the offer it sort of took Paul by surprise.

After all, the guy wasn’t a dog, and yet he was trolling for a pickup, for pay. It didn’t take him long either to realize the guy wasn’t into just the standard shit, but wanted some kink thrown in as well. Wasn’t really his thing, but the guy offered him some decent coin for it, so what the hell. That wasn’t exactly a mistake and while it didn’t excite him much, the money did.

This Maxie dude had a place on the ocean, and he was into diapers. Strange but hell, so he’d wear some diapers, call the guy daddy and let him fondle him and make him cum. What harm could there be in that, plus the extra hundred was nice. Though in thinking about it, he felt uneasy. Sort of made him leery too, because this wasn’t some old fart, it was someone his own age really.

Maxie was one more reason why he shouldn’t pick up anyone at a bar. To begin with, he had been drinking himself, and that never mixed well when he was to be called on to perform. Booze wasn’t a good mix in his line of work, least in getting it hard. Then too you ran into jerks like Maxie who was a total dud. The guy had one small dick when hard, virtually hidden when soft and the guy seemed to always be soft.

Despite some of his best attempts, this guy couldn’t keep it up. Might be from the drugs the moron used, and bragged about or it could be medical, but not like he cared. The guy blamed him for not getting him hard enough, and got rather nasty too. Still he did manage to get most of what was promised, but damn, it wasn’t what he had expected.

Role playing was one thing, but this guy freaked him out. He had a playpen in the living room, rattles and all sorts of baby stuff. One thing to sit in a diaper and all, but this guy wanted him to talk like a baby, to crawl around and everything, like a kid would. That was a bit much, even for him. Oh he could play the obedient slave boy, or the super hero even, but this was asking too much. He told him that which wasn’t the smartest move on his part.

The guy was nuts, he was certain of that and despite his best attempt, he couldn’t cum nor could he get the dweep to cum either. What did the jerk expect anyhow? He had a whole bunch of shots at the bar, and more than likely had done some of his drugs too. Seemed obvious when he was leaving, but Maxie had fooled him until then.

The car was slowing down, which was always a good sign. He spread his jacket open a bit, to sort of highlight the package a bit more and he kept his eyes firmly on the car. No more thoughts of Maxie or his other weird ones. He concentrated on making his presence known to the guy in the car, hoping that maybe his luck would change. He really was hungry.

It took a few minutes, leaning into the car and discussing things, but at least it was settled. Paul knew he’d eat tonight and he’d worry about tomorrow then. Climbing into the car, he felt at ease and waited for the man to hand over the agreed upon bills. Only then would he put the seatbelt on, and close the door. It had taken him awhile, but he had learned the hard way.

Looking at the man behind the wheel, he saw a rather crooked nose, clearly showing it had been broken a few times. The face looked a bit strained and he could see the worry lines around the mouth too. The eyes though, looked rather sad,

When he finally dug the right amount out of his wallet and handed them over, Paul noticed the knuckles were scarred and a bit puffy. He wondered briefly what the guy did but banished the thought as he tucked the cash into his pants pocket. Doing so, he lifted his pelvis up showing off his basket at the same time. He noticed the quick flicker of desire, the small fleeting lick of the lips as he did so and smiled inside. He had the guy hooked and closed the door, feeling at ease.

There wasn’t much conversation as they made their way to the secluded spot he used for these quickies. It was dark and not visible from the road and the cops rarely came snooping this far in, so it was rather a safe place to conduct one’s business.

With the car parked, lights off but motor running he turned to the man, moving over on the bench seat to sit next to him. The man turned away slightly, indicating he wasn’t really interested in anything but the agreed upon task. Fine with him, Paul thought as he reached over and felt the man’s groin. His hands moved along the pants, pushing and prodding a little.

He was a bit surprised to find the man already hard, or so it felt. He let his hand go up and with a bit of effort he undid the pant buttons and then the zipper. Reaching in with his hand he began to once more massage the thick flesh of the man’s cock. It surprised him a little that the man had no underwear on, but it made his job easier.

After a minute or two he pulled the pants apart wider and brought the thick pole out. He let his hands run up and down the hot shaft of the cock and his fingers held onto it firmly. He ran his hands across the soft skin of the groin, feeling the rough pubic hairs and then he moved his hand down a bit, cupping the balls and bringing them out of hiding. Paul fondled them a little, and heard the man give out a soft moan of pleasure.

He lowered his own head and licked at the skin just above the fully erect penis. His tongue licked and tasted the sweat and he could smell the man’s scent as he moved around and made himself comfortable. Not easy in a car but he was experienced enough at it to not cause himself any pain. Settled in he began to lick around the base of the cock, tasting it and as he did, the man let one hand fall onto Paul’s shoulder, pushing him down a bit. It was like he was wanting him to move on which Paul obliged him by started to lick at the cock itself.

The warmth of the taut flesh made him moan a bit too as he let his mouth kiss the shaft, then lick it up until he was poised over the cock head itself. His one hand was down under the cock, cradling the balls and prodding them with his fingers. The man started to moan louder as he let his lips press hard against the head of the cock. He could taste the pre cum beginning to ooze out.

He let his lips spread open a tad, and flicked his tongue out to grab the small drop of precum that was there. He could feel the man shake as he groaned. The pressure on his shoulder grew as the man squirmed to the flicking of Paul’s tongue.

Suddenly he let his mouth open wide, and plunged his entire head downwards, his lips sliding down the hot pole. He heard the man cry out as his lips pushed hard into the soft groin. He felt the cock in his mouth buck a little as his lips tightened around the shaft root. He pulled up slowly, which brought even more cries from the man.

Up and down he moved, going fast two or three times, then slowing it down to really draw on the thick pole. It wasn’t a huge cock, but it was more than enough to fill Paul’s mouth and throat. He fed it down his throat carefully, sucking inwards with each upwards pull. The sound reverberated in the car and joined the rather heavy breathing from the man.

Every now and then he’d pull his mouth off, licking at the bulging head instead. His one hand would grip the shaft, and quickly pull up and down on it, making it even feel hotter. He would take a deep breathe and plunge back onto the cock. He would try to lick the tiny slit at first, as it entered his mouth.

The man was pressing himself back into the seat, and it groaned a little. Paul would dig his finger down under the balls, that were now wedged firmly up into the base of the cock. His mouth held the penis tightly as he continued to suck on it, all the time gulping in air as best as he could. The man let go of Paul’s head and reached out to hold onto the steering wheel. His body grew tense as the muscles all seemed to tighten at once.

Paul could feel the man getting ready and he did as well. He began to move even faster up and down the saliva soaked shaft, his throat fully open as he dug a finger into the man’s crack, and tried to reach for the tight hole in the centre.

The man’s cry was enough for him to get ready. The first rush of cum came flooding into his mouth as he swallowed quickly, knowing more was coming. He didn’t quite gag as he held the cock tightly with one hand and with his mouth. He sucked as the head bucked and shook inside of his mouth. It continued to spew its load out and it flowed down his throat easily.

Slowly the cries ended and all Paul could hear was the man’s heavy gasping for air. The body relaxed and he began to pull his head off the softening flesh. His tongue took one lick as the head left his mouth and he quickly moved out of the way, breathing in deeply himself.

He had done what was asked and in looking over at the man, he could see he had done it well. The man’s face was more relaxed, and the eyes looked warmer than before, and less sad.

It took several minutes before the man was relaxed enough to speak. He didn’t say much but instead reached into his wallet and gave Paul another ten dollar bill, then started the car and headed back towards where he had picked Paul up.

Paul tucked the money away, smiling as he did enjoy having satisfied customers. Specially when they asked if he’d be around the next night, as this guy did. A date was set, and Paul no longer worried about what he’d have to eat tomorrow.