"Carlson, this is Mrs. Grovner. I suggest you open your front door. There is a youth ... a naked youth ... sleeping on your welcome mat. May I suggest you clean it before the police see him."
Carlson mumbled a weak 'Thank you.' and hung up. He flew down the staircase in his underwear. He opened the door and there he was ... Matt. He was snoring. Carlson just shook his head as he grabbed the boy's legs and dragged him inside. Carlson checked his schedule. He wanted Matt out of his house before his client came to his appointment.
"Matt wake up!"
"huh-uh. I want to sleep."
Carlson took a deep breath. He went into the kitchen and poured ice and cold water in a big Tervis tumbler. He dumped the whole glass on Matt's head. "What the fuck!!!" Matt focused his blurry eyes on Carlson, why the hell did you do that?"
"Wake up, kiddo." He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and tossed it to Matt, who fumbled the catch. He drank some water and then gave Carlson Bambi eyes "Will you fuck me?"
The request came from nowhere. "What?"
"I got forced into sex with two hot cops last night. They were rough. They took my clothes ... I think. And they shot their heavy loads then I had to walk back here naked in the dark!
"You made your bed now you must lie in it." Carlson stood firm with a sad smile on his lips. "You mean you want to fuck on your bed? Okay! We can fuck in your bedroom."
"No!"
"C'mon on fuck me. I want your gentle hands on my naked body. Please fuck me! Please don't make me beg! I want you." Matt rolled over on the floor and spread ass cheeks. You know I'm tight. Please fuck my hole! I need to be fucked. Give your cock to my hole!"
Carlson’s thoughts turned inward. Maybe the kid had learned his lesson after running into the cops. Shaking his head, he gave in to the situation. Scooping Matt up, Carlson carried him upstairs to his bedroom, a scene reminiscent of Gone with the Wind when Rhett grabs Scarlett and carries her upstairs to have sex.
After tossing Matt on Carlson's bed, he took out all his anger and slammed his large cock up Matt's hole hard with angry purpose. Matt moaned pleasurably. Shockingly, the young man's hole wasn't tight at all. It was sloppy. How many times had the kid been fucked lately, he wondered? None-the-less he continued slamming Matt's boy ass with a satisfied smirk. Carlton came thunderously, slapped the young man's ass and lay panting. He gave the kid a fuck he'd never forget.
"You're the only cock I want."
Carlton kissed Matt lovingly and whispered. "I fell for you when we first met at the drug store."
"You were so macho, manly and tall."
"You were so sexy and flirty. And that ass like a beacon of passion." They kissed. Carlson put his clothes back on. "I got to go the hardware store. If my client comes before I get back, make him a martini and show him up to the massage room and leave him be."
"You can depend on me."
"I'll be back soon, handsome." Carlton smiled brightly.
Ten minutes later a red Corvette pulled up. The man, Dennis Reed, was a robust dashing man who was 40 years old and had been a client for years. Same thing once a week. This married man sucked Carlson's cock and took his cum weekly for the last ten years.
When Matt saw the client get out of the car. He got a hardon. When the doorbell rang Matt got naked and answered the door. Please come in Mr. Reed. Follow me." Reed watched Matt's tight buns bounce up and down as they ascended the staircase. His cock got hard.
Carlson got back quick from his errand. He didn't see Matt and assumed he'd be sleeping. He took the stairs two by two to get to the massage room. When Carlson walked in, he froze. Matt was bouncing up and down on Reed's large cock. Two seconds later Matt jacked his cock and came.
Using his professional voice Carlson thanked Matt for taking such good care of his client. You can go now Matt. Matt did not like being excluded from the massage. He went downstairs and called Jay. "Yea, look I need some. I'm at what's his face's house. I'll give you a blowjob. I only got an hour. Bring some stuff!"
Ten minutes later Jay was knocking on the door. He came in and handed Matt some fentanyl. He pushed Matt to his knees, unzipped his own pants. Then pulled out his pink penis all five and a half inches of it. Suck it. He took another hit of fentanyl and put the dick in his mouth! The fat guy came fast. Matt high. Life was good.
Jay left. Later they learned from the local news that Jay Peters had ran a red light and a Trash Truck collided. Jay died at the scene.
In ten minutes, Matt was totally stoned. The massage room opened. "You're welcome, I'm so glad you liked his sweet butthole. Have a great day, Reed. See you next week." The man left.
Carlton found a stoned Matt. He picked Matt up and took him to his car. Matt started laughing for no reason.
"Where are we going?" The stoned weak, junkie laughed.
Minutes later Carlson pulled up to Matt's grandfather's house. He dragged the kid to the front door. "What?! No!!! I don't want to be here. Take me home!"
"This is your home."
Hearing noises from his front door, Matt's grandfather came out. "Where have you been?"
"Thank you for bringing him home. He needs the belt. Matt started screaming loudly. His grandfather dragged him into the house.
Carlson went home.
Days turned into months, months turned into a year.
Currently, he was at the drug store buying a bottle of red wine. He was making an Italian dinner. He chose his wine, turned around and collided with Matt.
"Hi. You look great, kid. Really, I mean ... seriously No more drugs huh?
"None." the kid's smile lite up the room. "Look Carlson, I'm sorry I ..."
"Shhh." Carlson put a finger to his lips.
"You look good, kid."
Matt smiled looked Carlson up and down. "Wine again?"
"I'm making red sauce from scratch with homemade ravioli."
"That sounds delicious."
"Would you like to come to my house for dinner tonight?
"I'd love to. I'll call and tell my Grampa. My car is in the parking lot. Gramps got it for me. I start community college in the fall."
Ever so gently Carlson kissed Matt on the lips.
