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This story is entirely fictional. But it sounds like a lot of fun, doesn’t it?
I park the car in the suburban neighborhood driveway I knew so well. The back door is slightly ajar, letting me know that this afternoon is a go. I slip inside, locking the door behind me. Then I head down the long, narrow stairway to the basement.
Jake lives in the basement of his parents’ house, and since they both work leaving him alone, he rarely leaves it during summer afternoons. He is a nice, very good looking young guy, but a little lazy, frankly. He really isn’t interested in finding a job, although he will grudgingly do yardwork from time to time for generous neighbors. But still, he is always on the prowl for money, ideally money that takes very little work to obtain.
At a mutual friend’s game night one evening, Jake mentioned to me that he could use a little extra pocket money. It was a private conversation but I thought at the time there was more to it than there seemed to be. Well, there was. I’m not rich, but I am a comfortable older gay man. At 57, I like to think I’m pretty good looking, but even so, I know when guys as young as Jake bring up money around me what they are really looking for is some kind of handout or loan.
When Jake finally made his proposition to me, he stated upfront there was no negotiation. I was a little surprised. He made very clear what he was willing to do. And he made very clear all he wanted was $30 a session. I thought that wasn’t enough, and tried to tell him so. But he wouldn’t discuss it. It was $30 and that was it. The funny thing is, I would’ve gladly paid $75.
Since then I have been visiting him twice a week for the last seven or eight months. The routine is always the same. At precisely 2 o’clock in the afternoon I arrive at his parents’ house while they are both at work. If the back door is standing slightly open, I head down the stairs. I know Jake has just freshly showered without bothering to get redressed, and I know he is waiting for me. Just like today.
As I enter the basement converted into Jake’s large bedroom and living space, the first thing I notice is, of course, Jake. Just like every other time I have visited him, he is sitting stark naked in front of his computer watching twink porn, jacking off.
Like a lot of young guys his age, Jake is naturally muscular. He is trim and well-defined although not ripped in anyway. His dishwater blonde hair is always neatly cut and coiffed, shiny with the luster of youth. His face is always fastidiously clean-shaven. He has a patch of hair on his chest (a sexy amount with the promise of more to come in the future) centered between quarter sized nipples also rimmed with fuzz. The dark hair continues down into a treasure trail that meets trimmed but still full and bushy dark pubes. His legs are quite hairy, as are his balls. Unless I’m deluding myself, I believe he keeps them that way because I like it. His cock is about 7 1/2 inches long, fairly thick, and slightly curved up. He is cut, and his large mushroom head always seems to shine, probably because every time I see it, it is covered in pre-cum or spit.
He does not acknowledge me in any way as I hit the bottom of the stairs and enter the room. This is also part of his agreement. As I approach him he swings the chair slightly to one side and spreads his legs. He never takes his eyes off the computer screen. I unzip my pants and take out my rock hard cock. Then I kneel between his legs. When I do, he removes his right hand from his cock for the first time since I’ve arrived.
I start by kissing his balls. I love the feel of the hair against my chin and nose and lips. I’m glad he keeps his balls as hairy as he does. After licking his nuts a couple of times, I slowly kiss up the side of his shaft. By the time I get to the head the pre-cum is drizzling out of his piss-slit drooling down onto his thigh. I lick the addicting pre-cum up, savoring its delicious flavor. Then I run my tongue over the young piss-slit, licking up as much of the savory juice as I can. Then I slip his entire large mushroom head into my mouth.
It’s delicious. It tastes of soap, pre-cum and boy musk. Holding the bursting head in my mouth I run my tongue in a circle around it, celebrating the moment. Then I push my head forward, letting the shaft of his solid cock slide into my mouth, the mushroom head entering my throat.
I draw my head back so my lips are again at the base of the head. Then I slowly begin sucking up-and-down, working my mouth over his glorious, thick, young cock. Jake moans slightly, but still never takes his eyes off the computer screen where Blake Mitchell and Evan Parker are spit roasting some nameless twink. This is the kind of thing that turns Jake on and as he watches the two porn stars fuck the boy, and as my lips apply pressure up and down the shaft of his cock, it gets harder in my mouth. Suddenly I can taste a new wash of pre-cum. This makes me jerk my own cock even harder.
On the downside, Jake never lasts very long, but I have been blowing him twice a week long enough now to read his signals. He shifts his ass slightly in the chair and spreads his legs even wider. I now have a choice. Do I slow down and prolong this delightfully hot blow-job, or do I speed up and receive the delicious reward right away. On this day I choose the latter.
Stroking my own cock with even more gusto, I spit in my left hand and begin working it in circles over the shaft of Jake’s cock while my mouth continues servicing the head. Jake mumbles something like, “Yeah, give it to that little bitch.“ Is he talking about the video he is watching? I wonder.
That turns me on even more. I deep throat him for the first time. As I shove my nose into his pubes, his mushroom head slips several inches down my throat. I choke and gag, my throat contracting around his young dick. I know it turns him on when I gag, and so I may occasionally exaggerate it slightly. With my now free left hand, I reach up and play with one of his large nipples, gently teasing it with my spit slickened fingers. I know that turns him on too.
His legs spread even a little wider and his hips rock forward, and although he never stops watching the screen, he grabs the back of my head and pushes it down on his young cock. “Fuck, yeah!“ He groans with a guttural voice.
Just in time I pull his cock out of my throat, but just enough so that the head is now in the middle of my mouth. His first squirt of hot, creamy sperm splashes across my tongue and soft palate. He has the most delicious spunk I have ever tasted, young and tangy, salty and spectacularly sweet. He squirts four or five large salvos of boy-juice, filling my mouth nearly to capacity. I swallow greedily, getting as much cum down my throat as I can without letting the head of his cock escape my mouth.
When he relaxes back in the chair, I know his orgasm has completed, so I let the now slimy head slip from my mouth. A long string of hanging jizz connects the head of his cock to my lips. I lean forward and take one more good lick of his piss-slit, then work my mouth over his cock one last time to make sure it is entirely clean of cum. I kiss the magnificent young cock head one last time.
He looks at me finally. I smile, knowing that his sweet sperm is still glistening on my lips, and proudly hold up my right hand, showing him that it is now covered in my own cum.
He smiles sweetly back at me, then gets a sexy but mischievous gleam in his eyes. Quite matter-of-factly and in a businesslike way, he says, “That’ll be $30 please.“
And on top of all that, he dorsn’t even let me tip!
I hope you enjoyed my story. If I helped get you off, or even if you just liked it, I would love to hear your thoughts.
I park the car in the suburban neighborhood driveway I knew so well. The back door is slightly ajar, letting me know that this afternoon is a go. I slip inside, locking the door behind me. Then I head down the long, narrow stairway to the basement.
Jake lives in the basement of his parents’ house, and since they both work leaving him alone, he rarely leaves it during summer afternoons. He is a nice, very good looking young guy, but a little lazy, frankly. He really isn’t interested in finding a job, although he will grudgingly do yardwork from time to time for generous neighbors. But still, he is always on the prowl for money, ideally money that takes very little work to obtain.
At a mutual friend’s game night one evening, Jake mentioned to me that he could use a little extra pocket money. It was a private conversation but I thought at the time there was more to it than there seemed to be. Well, there was. I’m not rich, but I am a comfortable older gay man. At 57, I like to think I’m pretty good looking, but even so, I know when guys as young as Jake bring up money around me what they are really looking for is some kind of handout or loan.
When Jake finally made his proposition to me, he stated upfront there was no negotiation. I was a little surprised. He made very clear what he was willing to do. And he made very clear all he wanted was $30 a session. I thought that wasn’t enough, and tried to tell him so. But he wouldn’t discuss it. It was $30 and that was it. The funny thing is, I would’ve gladly paid $75.
Since then I have been visiting him twice a week for the last seven or eight months. The routine is always the same. At precisely 2 o’clock in the afternoon I arrive at his parents’ house while they are both at work. If the back door is standing slightly open, I head down the stairs. I know Jake has just freshly showered without bothering to get redressed, and I know he is waiting for me. Just like today.
As I enter the basement converted into Jake’s large bedroom and living space, the first thing I notice is, of course, Jake. Just like every other time I have visited him, he is sitting stark naked in front of his computer watching twink porn, jacking off.
Like a lot of young guys his age, Jake is naturally muscular. He is trim and well-defined although not ripped in anyway. His dishwater blonde hair is always neatly cut and coiffed, shiny with the luster of youth. His face is always fastidiously clean-shaven. He has a patch of hair on his chest (a sexy amount with the promise of more to come in the future) centered between quarter sized nipples also rimmed with fuzz. The dark hair continues down into a treasure trail that meets trimmed but still full and bushy dark pubes. His legs are quite hairy, as are his balls. Unless I’m deluding myself, I believe he keeps them that way because I like it. His cock is about 7 1/2 inches long, fairly thick, and slightly curved up. He is cut, and his large mushroom head always seems to shine, probably because every time I see it, it is covered in pre-cum or spit.
He does not acknowledge me in any way as I hit the bottom of the stairs and enter the room. This is also part of his agreement. As I approach him he swings the chair slightly to one side and spreads his legs. He never takes his eyes off the computer screen. I unzip my pants and take out my rock hard cock. Then I kneel between his legs. When I do, he removes his right hand from his cock for the first time since I’ve arrived.
I start by kissing his balls. I love the feel of the hair against my chin and nose and lips. I’m glad he keeps his balls as hairy as he does. After licking his nuts a couple of times, I slowly kiss up the side of his shaft. By the time I get to the head the pre-cum is drizzling out of his piss-slit drooling down onto his thigh. I lick the addicting pre-cum up, savoring its delicious flavor. Then I run my tongue over the young piss-slit, licking up as much of the savory juice as I can. Then I slip his entire large mushroom head into my mouth.
It’s delicious. It tastes of soap, pre-cum and boy musk. Holding the bursting head in my mouth I run my tongue in a circle around it, celebrating the moment. Then I push my head forward, letting the shaft of his solid cock slide into my mouth, the mushroom head entering my throat.
I draw my head back so my lips are again at the base of the head. Then I slowly begin sucking up-and-down, working my mouth over his glorious, thick, young cock. Jake moans slightly, but still never takes his eyes off the computer screen where Blake Mitchell and Evan Parker are spit roasting some nameless twink. This is the kind of thing that turns Jake on and as he watches the two porn stars fuck the boy, and as my lips apply pressure up and down the shaft of his cock, it gets harder in my mouth. Suddenly I can taste a new wash of pre-cum. This makes me jerk my own cock even harder.
On the downside, Jake never lasts very long, but I have been blowing him twice a week long enough now to read his signals. He shifts his ass slightly in the chair and spreads his legs even wider. I now have a choice. Do I slow down and prolong this delightfully hot blow-job, or do I speed up and receive the delicious reward right away. On this day I choose the latter.
Stroking my own cock with even more gusto, I spit in my left hand and begin working it in circles over the shaft of Jake’s cock while my mouth continues servicing the head. Jake mumbles something like, “Yeah, give it to that little bitch.“ Is he talking about the video he is watching? I wonder.
That turns me on even more. I deep throat him for the first time. As I shove my nose into his pubes, his mushroom head slips several inches down my throat. I choke and gag, my throat contracting around his young dick. I know it turns him on when I gag, and so I may occasionally exaggerate it slightly. With my now free left hand, I reach up and play with one of his large nipples, gently teasing it with my spit slickened fingers. I know that turns him on too.
His legs spread even a little wider and his hips rock forward, and although he never stops watching the screen, he grabs the back of my head and pushes it down on his young cock. “Fuck, yeah!“ He groans with a guttural voice.
Just in time I pull his cock out of my throat, but just enough so that the head is now in the middle of my mouth. His first squirt of hot, creamy sperm splashes across my tongue and soft palate. He has the most delicious spunk I have ever tasted, young and tangy, salty and spectacularly sweet. He squirts four or five large salvos of boy-juice, filling my mouth nearly to capacity. I swallow greedily, getting as much cum down my throat as I can without letting the head of his cock escape my mouth.
When he relaxes back in the chair, I know his orgasm has completed, so I let the now slimy head slip from my mouth. A long string of hanging jizz connects the head of his cock to my lips. I lean forward and take one more good lick of his piss-slit, then work my mouth over his cock one last time to make sure it is entirely clean of cum. I kiss the magnificent young cock head one last time.
He looks at me finally. I smile, knowing that his sweet sperm is still glistening on my lips, and proudly hold up my right hand, showing him that it is now covered in my own cum.
He smiles sweetly back at me, then gets a sexy but mischievous gleam in his eyes. Quite matter-of-factly and in a businesslike way, he says, “That’ll be $30 please.“
And on top of all that, he dorsn’t even let me tip!
I hope you enjoyed my story. If I helped get you off, or even if you just liked it, I would love to hear your thoughts.
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