Fucking A Boy

by: Peter

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Even while I was fucking the kid I was justifying my actions in my mind. I tried to block it out, but shit, he was so fuckin’ hot; cute as hell, great muscular body, a big cock—oversized for a kid his age—and a tight, live ass that just wouldn’t let go of my cock. Geezusss, I was going nuts, edging closer to insanity with every thrust. Even the way he whinnied and moaned, with that pained look on his face, like he was hurting, turned me on. Maybe I was hurting him a little, but I didn’t think so. It wasn’t like I was taking his virginity.

 “Ohhh, awwwwwh, how long are you gonna do this, mister?” he moaned.

“You’ll know when I’m finished, I’m gonna flush out your insides with hot come,” I growled as I slammed into him.

“I never had anybody fuck me so long,” he said.

“Then you’ve never been properly fucked,” I said. I didn’t know how long he was talking about.  Well over a half hour.  I was good for another half hour at least.

“Ohhhh….Awww, damn!” he groaned, tossing his head from side to side.

“That’s not hurting,” I said.

“No!  No, it’s just…the way you move…fuck, it's so good.”

I smiled.  “I told you, you haven’t been properly fucked before.”

“You like fucking young boys?” he asked, with those doe-eyes that made me want to kiss him.

“Yeah, it's like I’m fucking my own son,” I said.

“Have you got a son?”

“Yeah, about your age.”

“You ever fuck him?

“No way. You don’t fuck your own son,” I said.

“But you fuck somebody else’s son,” he said.

“Something like that. Look, kid, you’re talking too much. Let’s get down to some serious love making.”

"I didn't know we were making love, I thought we were just fucking."

"We're doing both," I said. I bent him in half so his legs were on either side of his head and arched myself up over him.  My cock dropped in so deep he winced but then he smiled.  I almost went off just looking down at his sweet, cute, innocent looking face.  He was so young and alive and vibrant, he made me want to cry. His body was tight but so pliable.  Even inside, his vibrancy was evident by his prostate quivering and almost dancing with joy.

He wondered how long I was going to fuck him?...I fucked him for as long as I could hold out. I fucked him in every position but we both seemed to like it best with him bent in two, I think because he was so spread open that way, and vulnerable, and totally mine to use.  I used him, and he liked it.

I blew a load that must’ve hit his lungs. He cried out that he felt it and I knew he must have because I was drenching his quivering prostate with my thick, hot stuff.  It was intense.  So intense that I was hovered over him, trembling with lust that drew my face close to his and I almost kissed him.  The little shit must have saw something in my eyes and he clasped his hands around my head and said,  "Yeah, do it," and then he pulled my face down to his and he kissed me.  I kissed him back.  My cock bolted inside his hot little ass and it felt like I spurted out another load of cum. 

The grimace faded from his face and there was a look of total relaxation, maybe contentment. I let his legs down and grabbed my T-shirt and handed it to him.

“Here, you’re gonna need this when you get up,” I said.

“Feels like you turned a hose on inside me,” he said.

“I did.” I climbed off the bed and started to go into the bathroom but stopped. I couldn’t leave him alone in the room with my pants and wallet. I was in a hurry for him to leave but I still got a charge out of watching him wiping his ass and putting his clothes back on. Damn, he was a hot little fucker. He could be charging a hell of a lot more.  But I didn’t want to tell him that. I would take it for what I could get.

“Your money is on the dresser,” I said from the bathroom door.  “There’s a ten dollar tip.”

“Thanks.”

“Maybe I’ll see you again next time I’m through here,” I said.

“Maybe, if I’m still here,” he said.  “Thanks again.” He surprised me by putting out his hand to shake hands. He was a nice kid. "How do we get in touch? When are you coming through again?" he asked.

"Same as we did this time, at the truck stop.  I should be here about supper time on the fifteenth. I'll buy your supper."

"I'll try to meet you," he said.

I let him out and closed the door but then walked over to the window instead of going in the bathroom. I looked down on the parking lot, waiting for him to come out of the motel below. He did, finally, and walked across the lot. I watched him, taking in the sway of his shoulders and the sexy swivel of his tight butt packed in those tight jeans, and the way he slung his legs out, he reminded me of a young stallion. He looked sort of sad to me. I turned and went into the bathroom.

My lust satisfied, I returned to the process of trying to justify the last couple of hours. The kid said he was eighteen but I wasn't so sure.  I took his word for it, although I doubted it. If he wasn't, I didn't want to know.  He needed the money; I had money. He had something he could sell, I was eager to buy it. It should’ve all boiled down to that, but it didn’t. I couldn’t wash it away. He was the best fuck I’d had in a long time, but it was more than that. There was something different. I couldn’t put my finger on it.  I couldn’t get the image of the kid’s grimace out of my mind. Was it from pain or pleasure? Or was he just putting on for me?  I wondered what his story was.

I finished showering, dried off and grabbed my watch to put it on before I got dressed. I had to get on the road. I had another site to inspect. Not that I was on the clock, but I wanted to get there before they started work. I checked out and headed out into the night.

As I drove toward Topeka I re-wound the last few hours in my head.  I’d met the kid at the truck stop where I’d stopped to eat. He was sitting at the far end of the counter; I took a booth by the window, a few yards from where he sat. He caught my eye right away but it took me a while to realize that I’d caught his eye too. Then I noticed every time I looked in his direction, he was looking at me. He would look away real quick but he was looking at me.

A couple of times he slid his butt way back on the stool, almost off, and twisted the stool around.  It made his jeans pull down in back, almost enough to expose his butt crack below his too short T-shirt.  A couple of times he reached down and groped his crotch, like he was arranging things more comfortably.

When I finished eating I picked up the ticket to take it to the cash register at the other end of the counter. The boy stepped off the stool in front of me, purposely, I thought, and walked right in front of me. It was rather rude, I thought. He didn’t stop to pay but instead, walked into the restroom, located right around the corner from the register. I saw him glance over his shoulder just before he went in, and I thought I saw him nod.  I paid the waitress and followed him.

He was standing at the far urinal, his feet set in a wide stance, his hips thrust forward. His right hand was on his hip, his left hand hanging loosely at his side. I stepped up to the other urinal, on his left. He watched me undo my jeans, rather boldly, I thought.

“Are you on construction?” he asked. “You look like a construction worker.”

“Yes, but not here. I’m traveling through,” I said.

“Oh, long hauler, huh, like a trucker.”

“Well, I don’t haul, I just travel from one site to another. I’m an inspector.”

“You see that they’re doing it right.”

“More or less,” I said.

“I’ll bet you’re good at it….seeing that guys do their jobs right.”

“I do my job,” I said.  It was an odd conversation, made more so between me and this boy who was young enough to be my son.

“Where’re you staying?” he asked.

“I haven’t got a place yet,” I said.

“The Bardstown Inn is pretty good for the money, unless your company is paying and you don’t have to worry about price,” he said. “It used to be a Holiday Inn.”

“Well, the company pays, but I don’t stay at the most expensive places,” I said. 

He gave me directions to the Bardstown Inn that I didn’t follow in my head, mostly because I wasn’t paying attention. My focus was on him and the possibilities.

“Do you want me to show me where it is?” he asked.

“Sure, if you don’t mind,” I said. Suddenly, I was interested in the place.

“I gotta pay my bill first,” he said, holding up his meal ticket.

“It’s the black Dodge Ram, parked out at the side,” I told him.

It occurred to me as I left the diner that the kid might be underage; worse, that he might be a decoy. Part of a sting. I should climb in my truck and drive off.  But I didn’t. I waited till he’d paid his bill and when he came out I started up my truck. He walked over and climbed in.

He directed me to the Bardstown Inn, located on the other edge of town.

“Wait till I get checked in and I’ll drive you back,” I said.

“Okay.”

I knew where the place was now, I could’ve driven him back right then, before I checked in. I could’ve not brought him at all; I could have found it on my own. But I wanted to check in first, for a reason. I got a room on the second floor, around back. I went back out and climbed in my truck. Instead of driving off, I drove around back of the motel; obvious as hell. I pulled into a parking spot facing the motel. He didn't ask what was going on, why I wasn't taking him back to the truck stop.

“Do you wanta come in?” I asked as I turned off the key.

“Sure. But it's fifty bucks,” he said.

Okay, he knew what was going on.  It was going down and I was suddenly very uneasy. Still, I was willing to take the chance. This kid was too hot to turn down.

“Okay,” I said.

We got out and went up to room 254. I let us in and the boy stood looking around.

“Go ahead and get comfortable,” I said.

He immediately tossed his baseball cap on the bed and peeled his shirt off over his head.

“By the way, you are eighteen, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah. I might not look it in the face, but I do from the neck down.’

“Yes, I can see that,” I said.

“You haven’t seen it all yet,” he said smartly, then he asked, “What do you like to do?”

“Well, I was noticing your butt when you were sitting on the stool, and when you stepped out and walked in front of me,” I said.

“That’s the reason I stepped out and walked in front of you,” he said.

“Is that why you were sticking your butt back off the stool and twisting it around?”

“It got your attention, didn’t it?” he said with a smile.

“I don’t say no to a blowjob, but what do you do for fifty bucks?” I asked.

“I do whatever you want for as long as you want,” he said. “I’ll spend the night if you want me to.”

“Are you sure you’re not biting off more than you can chew?” I asked.

“Only if you’ve got more than I can get in my mouth,” he said smartly.

So he sucked my cock and chewed on my balls and even tongued my ass, then he turned his butt up for me to fuck. It was unbelievable sex; the best I’d had in a long time. The best I’d ever had from a kid his age.  

As I drove on into the night I wondered how old he really was. I should’ve asked him for ID. I would next time. Yeah, there was going to be a next time if I could connect with him again. 

At the site I found things so fucked up I couldn’t believe it. I reamed some ass and promised that heads would roll if the situation wasn’t corrected in short order, and more ass reaming would follow. My tirade was directed at the foreman but there were ironworkers around within earshot. As I was walking away, I heard someone say, “If you’re gonna ream my ass, you’re gonna have to come to the Fairfield to do it, I’m not getting back up there. I’m fuckin’ clocking out.”

Whoever it was  didn’t say it directly to me; he said it under his breath but intentionally loud enough that I could hear it and know it was directed at me. I stopped and turned around.

“What’d you say?” I asked.

A burly, muscular young guy, about twenty, stepped toward me.

“I said if you’re gonna ream my ass, you’re gonna have to come to the Fairfield…….”

“I heard you,” I cut in gruffly. “Where’s the Fairfield and how soon will you be there?” I was calling his bluff.

“You can follow me and I’ll show you,” he fired back cockily.

He turned and walked toward where the vehicles were parked. I eyed his big, round, tight-looking butt and the heavily muscled shoulders and his bulging thighs and suddenly I wasn’t sure he was kidding about the ass-reaming. I walked over to my truck.  I waited till he pulled out then I pulled off the site and followed him. Sure enough, he went right to the Fairfield Inn, one of many motels located on the edge of the city. We climbed out of our trucks at the same time.

“Here it is,” he said, again with that cocky tone and stance.

“What’s your problem?” I asked, now inquiring about work.

“I don’t like getting my ass reamed in public,” he said.

“It’s no reason to walk off the job,” I said. “Besides, I was directing it at your foreman, not you.”

“He don’t do the work. And the work I do don’t deserve an ass reaming. Maybe some others do, but not mine.”

I didn’t know if the guy was baiting me or trying to throw me off or what. I decided to take the bull by the horns. We were standing there in the Fairfield parking lot by ourselves, no one would hear.

“Look, stud, am I missing something?  Are we, uh….both talking about the same kind of ass reaming?” I asked bluntly.

“I only know of one kind that counts for anything,” he said.

“I know of two. There’s the verbal kind, the kind you think you just got, and there’s the kind....well, let's just say I’m surprised you’re getting all upset about nothing. You’re packing a real tight, hard looking butt, I would think you could take a little ass reaming with no problem.”

"Looks like we're laying our cards on the table," he said. "My name's Spurlock and I gotta tell you, you're the hottest fuckin' inspector we've had on any site. I don't fuck up to get attention, but I'm glad somebody did."

"I think you're going to make me glad too, Spurlock."

"I don't know what you're into, but I would be more than willing to spread my ass for you."

"Are we going to do it out here on the tailgate?" I asked.

He nodded off to the side and I followed him to his room.  Inside I closed the door behind us and locked it. I moved up behind him and pulled his shirt up.  He let me pull it out of his jeans then he pulled it off. I started to pull mine off but he took over and took it off for me.

He pressed his bare chest against mine. "Fuck," he muttered.

I reached around him and grabbed his butt. It was a good handful, and he was solid. I wondered if he was into kissing. I brought my face right up to his, eyes on each other and our lips grazed each other.  I was about to find out when there came a knock at the door.

"Who the fuck could that be?" he said.

"Don't know. This isn't my motel, I sure wasn't expecting anyone." I said, pressing my lips onto his, then I let loose.

"Hold that thought," the guy said then went to answer the door.

It was another guy from the site, one of the ironworkers. He was older than Spurlock but younger than me. 

"Sorry to bother you but I just wanted to say, everybody knows you didn't fuck up that job.  It was Bailey but he left the site before the fuckin' inspector showed up."

"I know, and he knows it. It's cool."

"He wasn't sounding so cool about it," the guy said.

"Trust me, it's cool," Spurlock said.  He sounded rather impatient, like he wanted to get rid of the guy.  I thought it would be good if he stayed. He matched Spurlock physically, and I had the impression that he hadn't come just to sympathize with his fellow worker.  I saw how his eyes shifted back and forth across Spurlock's bare chest when he was talking to him. I decided to make myself known. Spurlock stood back when I approached and the other guy was standing face to face with the fuckin' inspector.

"Oh.  I didn't know you were here," he blurted, his facing turning a little red.

"Why don't you state the real reason you're here," I said.

"I just wanted to talk to Spurlock for a minute," he said.

"Why don't you come inside to do your talking," I said, stepping back from the doorway.

I was an inspector, so he came inside.  I closed the door.  Spurlock stood aside, not looking too pleased and I was sure, wondering what I was doing.  "What's your name?" I asked the guy.

"Anders."

"Anders, are you sure talking is all you wanted to with Spurlock?"  I asked pointedly.

"W-what do you mean?  Yeah, I just wanted to say it wasn't his......"

"Wasn't his fuckup," I finished for him.  "I know.  It was Bailey."

"How'd you know it was Bailey? He left before....."

"Before the fuckin' inspector arrived," I finished again.  "I know it was Bailey because you said it was Bailey."

"Fuck, I didn't mean to get him in trouble."

Like I said, Anders was younger than me so I felt okay treating him like a kid.  I took his chin in my hand and turned his face to me. "I like for a guy to look at me when he's talking to me.  You keep looking at Spurlock's bare chest.  Why is that?"

His face turned redder and I knew I had him.  I let go of his chin and patted his slightly whiskered face and laughed.

"I don't blame you, he's got a real nice chest," I said.  "But then so have you," I said as I reached out and squeezed his right pec.  "Were you on your way someplace, or do you have time to stick around?"

"I....I, uh....I g-guess I could stick around," he stammered.

"Good." I stepped closer and pulled his T-shirt out of his jeans and he lifted his arms for me to take it off.  I glanced around at Spurlock as I was doing it.  He had a blank look on his face that turned into a goofy smile when I looked at him.

"Fuck, I never saw moves like that before in my life," he said.

"You couldn't tell?" I said, laughing.

"Fuck, I was trying to get rid of him," Spurlock said, laughing.

"I know.  Couldn't let that happen," I said as I reached down and groped the front of Anders's jeans.  "Could we?"

"No, I....I'm g-glad you didn't," he said.  "Listen, I've got cold beer out in my truck.  I didn't have it on the jobsite, I picked it up on the way over."

"Yeah, you had your plans all laid, didn't you?" I said, squeezing his bulge harder. 

"Yeah, but I wasn't expecting this....two of you," he said.

"Go get the beer, we might as well get drunk," I said.

While he was getting the beer I got rid of my clothes.  Spurlock did too, but he was slower, he was watching me.

"Geezuss!" he blurted when I took off my shorts and stood naked for his inspection.

I laughed and watched him strip down.

"Geezuss back at you," I said. 

"Godd, this is gonna be hot," he said.

Just then Anders came back in with a twelve pack.  He paused at the open door with the pack slung at his side and gaped at me. "Holy Fuck!" Then he looked at Spurlock  "Oh, shit, this is gonna be hot."

Spurlock and I laughed.

"Think you'll be able to handle both of us?" I asked Anders.

"Fuck, yeah, as soon as I get a couple of beers down," he said, tearing a beer out of the pack.  He popped the can and chugged the beer. 

"Wait, it's not going down exactly like that," Spurlock said. "I wanta take you both on." 

I ripped two beers out of the pack and tossed one to Spurlock.  "There's plenty of me to go around, you guys team it up any way you like," I said.

"Fuck, that's for sure. There's enough cock there for three of us to suck at the same time," Anders said.

"You got a buddy, give him a call," I joked.

Those two guys put me through the wringer. Spurlock and I stripped Anders and both of them dropped to their knees to share my cock.  I never had two guys do me at the same time before and it was a sight to see.  They tried to be polite and share but it was like watching two puppies fight over a hunk of raw meat.  I started imagining all the possibilities, and doing the math, knowing I couldn't hold out long enough to do everything I was imagining.  I didn't hold back at all at the outset.  Spurlock and Anders worked me over from their knees, front and back. Anders was especially hungry for ass and I thought he was going to rape me with his tongue, and Spurlock had a special craving for my balls. They always met back at my cock.  Anders was eating my ass again when I started working it up.

"I'm getting close if you guys want to share my load," I said.

They met again with their mouths and tongues around the head of my cock, moaning with anticipation, acting like two birds waiting to be fed.  It was funny the way they each tried to cover the end of my cock with their mouths or tongues. 

"Don't worry, there's plenty for both of you," I told them, but they still vied for position.  I finally cupped both of my hands in their chins and guided their faces close so my cock was aimed at both of their wagging tongues.  "Hold that position and just lick the end of my cock, I'll give you both plenty of cum."

It was hard for them to do but they restrained themselves to licking all around my cock head and they brought me off.  I whitewashed both their tongues with two blasts and then proceeded to spurt directly into their mouths, one then the other.  I'm a heavy cummer and the stuff was running out of their mouths before I was done.  But greedy little pups that they were, they didn't let it go to waste.  They  licked each other's chins and fed my cum to each other and finally locked lips and kissed to finish swallowing my ball juice.

Anders sat back on his haunches, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.  "Ohh, my Godd, I'm glad I had somebody to share that with, I don't think I could've handled it all myself."

"Damn, you cum like a stallion," Spurlock said. 

"I hope you're up for more," I said.

"I was hoping you would say that," Spurlock said.  "I hope you are.  I want to feel that monster plowing me and I wanta feel a load like that shot in my ass."

"Like I said, there's plenty to go around," I assured them.

And there was, but I think they could've handled more if I had it to give.  I fucked them both, twice. By that I mean I got them off, not myself.  I was saving it for round two.  Anders, being the ass man, rimmed Spurlock after I shot my load in him, and tried to suck it out of him.  It was disgustingly erotic.  I thought twice each would satisfy them but we rested and nursed some more beers with them wrapped around me, and it wasn't long before I was hard again.  I'm a highly sexed guy, more virile than the average man but those guys wore me out. We went to sleep with them using my butt and one thigh as pillows.  I woke up with them kissing over my ass and licking my butt.  We started all over again. 

I made the rounds of the worksites I was responsible for pretty fast.  I had an appointment with the boy.  Driving back unheard of thoughts began creeping in.  I was going to find out his story this time.  

I pulled into the truck stop later than I'd expected, about eleven at night.  The lot was full of trucks.  I went inside and looked around. The boy was nowhere to be seen.  I didn't expect he would be there at that hour. I got something to eat and waited around, lingering over a cup of coffee for another half hour.  I was feeling pretty down about letting the boy down.  I told him I would be here at supper time, that I would buy his supper.

As I was paying the waitress I asked her if she had a room available.

"Let me check."  She rang up my ticket then flipped through a small book.  "We've got rooms empty," she said, handing me my change.

I got one of the rooms.  "Listen, I was supposed to meet a kid here, earlier, but I was late getting here.  I bought him something.  If he comes in, send him to my room, no matter what time it is."  I described the boy and gave her a five dollar tip for her trouble.

Those thoughts kept ravaging my brain; things I'd never thought of before.  On the way to the room I bought a couple of Fleets.  Yeah, that thought was worming its way in.  Fuck, what was happening to me? 

The room was small and Spartan; a single bed, a night stand and lamp, and a chair.  There was a stool, sink and shower tucked into a little cubby hole  in back. A small, old television was mounted on the wall.  I used one of the Fleets and took a shower.  I waited up for a half hour, flipping channels, waiting for the boy. Fuck, I didn't even know his name and that made me feel terrible.  I had used him.  I tried to sleep.  I had to be on the road early but I needed a couple, three hours sleep.  I was dozing off when there came a light tap on the door.  I practically leaped out of bed to answer it.

There he stood, framed in the soft light with the dark behind him, looking pretty scruffy but still cute as fuck.

"I decided to check at the truck stop one more time to see if you showed up.  They told me you were here."

I took his arm.  "Sorry I got you out of bed,"  I said as I and pulled him inside.  I wanted to hug and kiss him but I held back. I was surprised, maybe a little confused, at the excitement I felt from him being in the tiny space with me.

"I wasn't in......"  He caught himself, cutting off his words.

"Oh, you weren't in bed?  Where were you?" I asked jokingly.  I was thinking he was probably working in another trick, but when he dropped his head and his shoulders drooped I knew he'd said something he didn't mean to say.

"Where were you?" I asked again in a more serious tone as I sat on the bed.  He sat in the chair.

"I was....in the woods behind the truck stop, waiting to see if you would show up."

It suddenly struck me then, the possibility that this boy might be homeless. And I didn't even know his name.

"What's your name?"

"Andy."

"Where do you live, Andy?"

"It doesn't matter where I live," he said, rather defensively.

"It matters to me.  Where do you live?  Do you have an address?"

"I'm not telling you my address," he said flatly.

"Do you have an address?" I asked sternly.  "You don't, do you?  You don't have a bed, do you? Did you eat?"  I could tell by his face that he hadn't.  "Of course you didn't, I told you I would buy your supper and I didn't show up."  I wanted to cry but I maintained my manly composure.  "Come on, let's go get something to eat."  He didn't argue with me.

At the diner, I could see that Andy was hesitant to order.  I ordered coffee then took the menu from him and ordered for him.  He didn't argue about that either.

"So, what's your story, Andy?" I asked.

"There's no story," he said.  I didn't think he wanted to be there with me prying into his life, but he didn't have much choice.  I was feeding him and he assumed I was going to fuck him for  the money he needed.

"Everybody's got a story," I said.  "Tell me where you live.  Tell me there's somebody looking out for you."

"I look out for me," he said.

"I don't want to hear that.  You're too young to be looking out for yourself."

"If I had somebody looking out for me I wouldn't be selling my ass, now would I?"

"You're homeless?"

Just then the waitress came with the first part of his order and he ignored my question.  I didn't press it.  I watched him eat and he watched me watch him, almost like he was afraid I might take it away from him. I watched him and I pondered and argued with myself.  I didn't need this in my life.  I was doing okay, getting past all the crap, most of which I'd brought on myself. Just like this situation sitting across from me.  I'd brought this on myself too.  If I wasn't so horned up all the time.....if Andy hadn't crossed my path.....

The waitress brought the rest of his order but he wouldn't let her take his plate till he'd mopped up the gravy with the last bite of bread then he picked it up and handed it to her and dived into the bacon and eggs. 

But he had.....the little fucker had swerved right in front of me and stopped me cold without either of us realizing it.  It was supposed to be sex, bought and paid for. A rented piece of ass that was supposed to walk out of my life.  Nothing else.  That's all I wanted.  But then I felt the need....I couldn't put my finger on it at first.  Not the need for more sex.  Well, there was that, but it was something deeper than that.  Something I hadn't felt for a long time.  Everything was getting twisted in my head.  It wasn't my need....fuck, when was the last time somebody needed me?

"Where do you keep your stuff?"  It came out before I intended....if I intended for it to come out at all. But it was out there and I couldn't take it back.

"I don't have any stuff," he said as he mopped up the yellow of the egg with the last bite of toast.  He washed it down with the milk that was left and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I had a backpack but it got stolen.  It had all my stuff in it."

"Andy....Andy, why do I think you're lying to me?"

"Even if I was, what difference would it make?  But my backpack was stolen."  His eyes shifted and something made me look around as well.  I looked back at him.  "That guy took it."

"What guy?" I asked, looking around again.

"In the last booth, in the dark red shirt."

"How do you know that?"

"I was taking a crap and all of a sudden somebody reached under and grabbed it and took off with it."

I still wasn't sure I believed him.  "If you know he took it, why don't you go get it back."

"Are you kidding? Look at him, look at me. He could break me in half."

Just then the man stood up.  He was big, rugged looking, but he wasn't that big. He reached down and pulled a dark green and brown back pack from under the table and picked up his check.

"That's my back pack," Andy said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure.  I can tell you everything that's in it.  Like my book of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.  And twenty bucks I hid away in a sock."

"Well, let's go see," I said as I slid out of the booth.  Andy got up and followed me. At the end of the counter I stepped around the man as he was paying his bill, to block his way.  He glanced around at me for a second, his hand out for his change.

"I would like to see your back pack," I said.

"What?"  He took the change and stuffed it in his pocket. 

"Your back pack....I'd like to check it out.  The boy thinks it might be his."  I had my money in hand--enough to cover the bill and the tip.

"Fuck off," he said with a snarl that showed his bad teeth, and he pushed past me, bumping me with the back pack.

I laid the money on the counter and went after him.  I grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him back.  I got him off balance and he fell backwards. I grabbed the back pack and tossed it to Andy.  "Find your book," I told him.

"What the fuck!" the man growled as he went down. He got to his feet, quick as a cat, and started to come for me.

"Don't. You will lose," I said, holding up one hand.  "And you will lose twice as bad if he pulls a copy of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn out of that back pack."

"Here it is, told you it was my back pack," Andy said, holding up the book.

"Do you wanta take this any further or do you wanta walk away?" I asked the man.

He hesitated then held up his hands.  "Fuck it, it ain't worth it,"  he said, and walked away.

I instinctively reached out and pulled Andy tight against me, and it was in that moment that it hit me what all the feelings were about.  This boy needed somebody.  And if not me, who?  I was it.

"Let's go," I said, and we headed back to the room.

"Wow, I thought there was gonna be a fight," he said.

"There would've been if he hadn't walked away."

"I was surprised you even gave him a chance to walk away.  Do you think you could've beat him?"

"Yeah, I think I could've beat him, but it's always better to walk away if you can," I said as I let us in the room and closed the door.

"Thanks," he said.

I stood there, swept over with emotions and indecision. Not big indecisions, just little, unimportant ones.

"Do you want to spend the rest of the night here or take off now?"  I guess I didn't realize my decision had been made till I heard myself say that.

"Take off where?" he asked.

"With me.  Now, or in the morning, you're coming with me."

"Coming where?  Where're we going?"

"With me, wherever I go."  I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him down beside me.  "Look, Andy, I know you've got nobody and no place to go.  I don't have anybody either that counts.  I think we would make a pretty good team.  What do you say?"

He was obviously surprised and bewildered.  Finally, he said,  "Well, you fuck really good, we could give it a try."

I laughed. "I wouldn't be paying you for that anymore," I said, ruffling his hair.  I wrapped both arms around him and hugged him tight.  "And you won't have to sell it anymore, I'll take care of you of  you from now on," I said.  He was slow about putting his arms around me but he finally did. I wasn't ready for the emotions that swept over me at the feel of his young, strong arms hugging me tight.   How long had it been since anyone had put their arms around me, needing me. Looking back, I think I was transformed in that moment.  The hard protective shell that I'd built around me shattered and I felt vulnerable, and a little frightened.  I laid the boy back on the bed and kissed him.

It was like an out of body experience.  I didn't know who I was watching the big, burly man's broad shoulders covering the boy and a hand stroke down to clutch his butt. 

"Fuck, Andy," the man whispered.

Suddenly I was that man again. 

"I oughta shower first," Andy said.

"All right, I'll watch," I said. As I lay in bed and watched the boy through the glass shower door the transformation that began hours before, driving into the night, gradually manifested itself.  I was no long the big, macho construction worker in need of a warm, tight place for my cock.  I was a man who cared for the boy in the shower. It wasn't something new, it was an old feeling returning.  I had not cared for anyone on a long time. But I cared for Andy, not knowing why, enough that I was willing to let him change my life.

Even my lust was subdued.  It was there, not quite dormant, a soft tingling in my loins.  My cock lay draped across my hip, thick and fluffed up, waiting, with no urgency.

Andy came out of the shower and grabbed the towel. 

"That felt good," he said, drying himself briskly as he came over to stand beside the bed. 

"Looks like it felt real god," I joked, eying his cock that stood out hard and throbbing.

"It always get that way when I shower," he said.

I reached out and clasped my hand around the back of his leg.  "Andy, I want you to know it's going to be different between us now. For starters I'm not going to use you anymore."

"You mean like when you fuck me?  I never thought of it a using me. You rented me."

I reached out with my other hand and took hold of his cock. It was hot and stiff as a board.  "I mean really different," I said. I saw how he gaped down at me.  My mouth went dry just before it was flooded with spit.  "Bring it here," I said hoarsely, pulling him to me.

He came against the bed and I leaned over and nuzzled my face in under his balls. He gasped as I licked his crotch and moaned when I sucked one of  his balls into my mouth.  I gave it proper attention then took his cock in my mouth.

"Ohh, Mister....," he groaned.  "Fuck, I don't even know your name either."

"Just like I didn't know yours when I fucked you. My name is Paul."

"I never expected this Paul," he said.

"Neither did I. I guess we'll both get used to it." I went back to his cock. He watched me sucking him as he finished drying his hair then he laid the towel aside and crawled on top of me in a sixty nine position. My cock was ready for him but I wasn't. It had been anal sex before and I wasn't prepared for the exquisite pleasure of his eager, young mouth. I was surprised how much of my cock he could take and I wondered how many other men he had done this to. His expertise and obvious experience saddened me in a way. I wondered how young he had started.

It was a slow, languid suck.  I let him take over. He supported himself on one arm and gripped the base of my cock with a fist that wouldn't reach all the way around it and moved his moth up and down the shaft with rhythmic strokes that pressed the head against his throat.  His lithe, young body moved in rhythm with his head, his solid abs undulating beautifully as he fucked my throat. 

I was being swept away with desire and lust for the boy and thanking the gods of fate for s ending him to me.  Suddenly he rose up just as I was about to eat his ass, and moved down to straddle my hips.

"I think this is what you really want, to fuck me," he said.

I did but I would've settled for eating his ass first.  I held my cock up for him to mount me. He balanced on his haunches and set his tiny hole against the end of my cock.  I  cringed as he let his weight down and his hole burst open to receive me.  I didn't know how he did it but he barely paused before he slid all the way down on my cock.  It was an awesome sight, watching my thick inches disappear up into the boy's body.

He knew from our other time that I liked this position where I had such a clear view of fucking him and I could hold his smooth, taut butt in my hands.  He clasped his hands on my knees and began riding up and down. He made my senses keen--sight and feel--and I was happy that he was liking it to, from the way he laid his head back and moaned with his up and down movements.  Meanwhile I fought valiantly to hold off cumming as I literally inhaled the pleasure of the moment.

"Andy, you know how I love it this way, but I like to see your muscles, too," I said.

He knew what I meant.  He carefully maneuvered himself around to face me.  "You've got so much muscle of your own I'm surprised you even notice mine," he said as he clasped me by the hips and rode up and down again.  It was a position that made his chest muscles bulge and his triceps, and his abs ripple beautifully.

"If you only knew how beautiful you look right now," I said.

But he didn't say anything. He had settled into fucking and giving me pleasure. His own cock swayed around as he moved up and down, dripping and sometimes flinging precum on  my stomach.

"Do you want to cum in my ass?"

"I don't know yet. I'm not ready, unless you want me to be," I said.

"Oh, Noooooo. I love riding your big cock."

I loved it to, the way the satiny lining of his ass folded round my cock with each thrust, and caressed it on the withdrawal, and his asshole gripped it all the way up and down. The more he fucked me the more I wasn't ready to let it end, the more I was ready to.......

But it'd had been so long, I couldn't remember what it felt like.  I never thought I would try it again, till now.

"Andy...."  I hesitated.

"Yeah?"  he  said, opening his eyes.

"Would you like to fuck me?"

He cocked his head back with a big smile of surprise.  "Serious? Fuck yeah!" he said excitedly. "If you'll let me."

"I'll let you, I want you to." I could almost feel the air crackle with his excitement as he rose up off my cock. It fell with a wet, hard smack against my stomach and throbbed angrily. I drew my legs up and pulled my knees to my shoulders, spreading my tilted butt wide open for him. Andy positioned himself with his hands on my thighs, eyeing my butt hungrily.

"Should I lick it first? Do you want me to?" he asked.

"I would love you to, but that's entirely up to you. I don't want you to ever do anything you don't want to do." I heard him swallow as he seemed to be thinking about it.

"I think I will try it," he said, then bent down and buried his face in my butt.

It was a few seconds before I felt his tongue, I thought he might be getting used to the idea first, psyching himself up for it.  Then I felt it, tentative at first, or maybe he was searching for my asshole.

"UUhhnnn," I moaned softly when I felt his tongue.

"Ohh, Godd....Oh, Andy....have you ever done this before?"

He shook his head then said, "No, am I doing it okay?"  I was trying to find my voice but he said, "I'll take that as a yes, and went back to rimming me. His eagerness made him good. So good I was afraid I might cum before he fucked me. But he stopped before I did.

He rose up and asked, "You ready?"

"Oh, Yess, you got me good and ready," I said. I felt the heat of his cock pressing against my hole.

"Have you ever been fucked before?" he asked.

"Yes, it was a long time ago."

He pushed and my asshole burst open and his stiff cock sank in a good ways before he checked his entry.

"Tell me if it hurts, if I go in too hard or too deep. But I'm  not as big, you probably won't feel much, but I'm glad you're letting me fuck you."

"Oh, I'm feeling it, I'm just being brave," I said.  Trust me, I'm feeling it.  He sank all the way in and pressed his loins hard against my butt.

"That okay so far?" he asked.

"It's wonderful. You're a perfect size. I love how it feels."

"Let see if I can make it feel even better," he said.

"Have you ever fucked another man?"

"I never fucked anybody, man or woman. Just my fist." he said. "It was always the other way around."

"I'm glad, Andy. I'm glad I'm your first."

"I heard you don't ever forget your first piece of ass. I'm sure not ever going to forget this time," he said. 

He began fucking me, slow and easy at first, then he picked up his pace till he was pounding me hard, then he eased off again.

"Tell me if I do it too hard," he said.

"You can fuck me any way you want, as hard as you want."

"Or if I go too long for you. But I probably won't last long enough to bother you, it's too good."

"You can fuck me as hard and as long as you want.  Just consider me yours for the taking."

"I can use you, huh, like you thought you were using me," he said with a sly grin.

"Yes."

He smiled. "It's really weird, hearing a big stud construction worker talk like that."

"You make me say things I wouldn't ordinarily say."

"Have you ever done stuff like this with any of the other construction workers?"

"Yes, on occasion."

"You know what I would like to try sometime?"

"Tell me."

"Well you know I like getting fucked, after I got used to it.  I'd like to try getting double fucked, with two guys in my ass at the same time."

"I can probably arrange that," I said. I was thinking of Spurlock.

"As long as they're not too big," he added.  "But right now I want it to be just you and me, like this, cause I really like fucking you."

"Me to," I said.

He was hunkered over me, his cute face hovered above mine. He smiled and his eyes danced with excitement. My eyes felt wet from the incredible pleasure he was bestowing on me.

"You care if I kiss you?" he asked out of the blue.

"I was thinking the same thing," I said.

The End.

Posted: 02/04/11