He's the spitting image of a guy I met up with on Larimer Street in Denver, back in the days when Larimer was a skid row. He was standing outside a beer joint and when I asked if he'd like a beer he said, "Sure man, but I got no money." Which meant only that we weren't going to be trading drinks, because he had already turned to go in with me.
After a couple of beers I asked if he'd eaten lately. "Not yet today."
"You on the streets?" "Yeah."
"How 'bout a meal, a shower, and a place to sleep?" "Sounds good."
I took him up the street to the Sanitary Cafe (a real place, and the epitome of a greasy spoon) and we both ate. I asked him not to load up, that I'd leave him with some pocket money. Then it was across and up the street to the nearest flop house that had individual rooms.
"You want it for the night, or by the hour?" "For the night."
"You both stayin'?" "Just him."
"Seven bucks and a dollar for the key." A bit high at the time, but then no questions, no interest in what you were up to.
Once in the room, I told him to go ahead and take his shower.
"I just wanta let you know, I can be mean if I need to be." "You won't need to be."
"Okay, then." And he stripped down to nada, went in the bathroom leaving the door open, adjusted the shower and went in leaving that door open.
"You wanta watch, or wash me yourself?" I laughed. "It's tempting, but I'll wait."
When he had finished, he came out and sat on the edge of the bed. "Well, how's this gonna go?"
"I'll tell you what I've got in mind, and if you aren't up to that I'll try something else, okay?" "Lay it on me."
"I'd like to suck you off. Then I'd like to do some licking. Then I'd like you to fuck me, with me on my back and you on top." "If you want me to come both times, it might take thirty mintues worth of lickin'."
I started taking off my clothers, and when I was about finished, he asked, "How you want me for the suckin'.? Sittin' up like this, laid back, or stretched out on the bed?"
"You're fine. I like the man above me." I got on my knees and was ready to start, when he cupped my chin in his hand, lifted my head, and said, "Before we get started, just so's we're clear. In case you got any ideas of changin' the rules in the middle of the game, I don't do no catchin'."
Just so's we're clear. You're the pitcher, I'm the catcher. Anything else and I'm outta here." He patted me on the cheek. "We're on the same track, buddy, have at it."
He was still soft so I got to take his whole dick in my mouth get him hard and skin it back inside my mouth, which is something I like and seldom get to do. They're either already hard or circumcised. He had a mouthful softl. Fortunately he wasn't one of those guys who quadruple in size. Hard, he was like the guy above.
It took about four minutes to get him off, which is just about right, because for me sucking is foreplay, I don't want it to go on and on. And he was a comer. Two big shots, a solid squirt, three good streams, and then the dribble.
When I came up for air he asked, "Okay?" "More than okay. You've got a big, beautiful dick, and you're a comer. I like a comer."
His dick had lost it's stiffness, but was still swollen. I took it in my mouth, made sure I had all the come off, pulled the skin forward, sat back, and said, "Take a break."
"Okay to stretch out?" "Yeah. I tried doing my thing with the guy straddling me once, but it didn't work worth a damn. Too awkward."
He stretched out on his back and I stretched out alongside him, careful not to let Mr. Everhard touch his body. Then I asked him to roll on his side for second. I gave him a big, wet, sucking kiss on each cheek and rolled him back.
"What was that all about?" "Oh, I don't know. You've got a beautiful ass and guys are always saying, 'Kiss my ass!' Don't worry, other than looking at it or kissing it or holding on to it, I've got no interest in it."
Then I went into what I call my licking routine, but actually involves hand, fingers, lips, and tongue. I wound up with my lips next to his ear and asked him if he could come now (he was bone hard). When he said, "Yeah," I said, "Can you keep it up enough to fuck after you come?" He answered, "As long as I'm fuckin' it'll stay hard."
"Okay, fuck me hard till I come. If I come before you, then fuck me however you want till you come."
I got a tube of lube out of my pants pocket, lubed us up, stretched out on my back, and pulled my knees up to my chest. He was no virgin. He mounted me, expertly inserted his dick, and began fucking me, hard.
When I was ready to come, I tried to push him back so I would come all over him, but he said, "Don't man, I'm on a roll here." He continued banging away, my cum squishing between our chests, until he came.
When he had finished, he took a few seconds breather, pushed himself up and waited for his dick to slide out. Then he sat back and looked at my cum on his chest.
"Yeah, I get it. Sometimes after I fuck a guy he wants me to jack him off. I don't mind the jackin', but I hate getting his cum on me. Makes me feel dirty. But yours don't bother me, maybe because it's the first time I ever made a guy come by fuckin' 'im." He looked up at me and said, "One of those mysteries of life, I guess."
I smiled and said, "Come on, let me clean you up."
He followed me into the bathroom and asked, "This part of your thing?" "Yep. 'Always wash a man's business after he's fucked you. It's a way of saying thank you.'"
"Who said that?" "Some guy who fucked me when I was a kid. It stuck. Now I do it out of habit, and to say thank you, and because I kinda like doing it."
After we had finished, we returned to the room, where he flopped out on the bed and I got dressed. "You, got a wallet?" I asked.
"In my pants," he answered. I got his wallet out and lay it on the dresser. I got my own out and took out a hundred dollar bill. He was watching me like a hawk and when he saw the bill he said, "Man, that's way too much."
"That won't last long. I'm going to remember you a long time. I am really glad I met you."
"Well, likewise, man. I'm glad I met you too."
We didn't get around to names. But the memory remains.
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Your pics are right up my alley, so to speak, but the story got me hard.
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