The Homeless Guy

I first laid eyes on him when I was leaving the hardware store. Having only been in my small town for about six months; there was a great certainty that this manly stud had never been in my viewfinder. He was tall, appeared to be on the rugged side; sported a scruffy beard; dirty, reddish, brown hair, and looked frankly quite down on his heels. He was wearing a stained tee shirt; torn cargo shorts; filthy socks, and hiking boots. Instinct must have caused him to turn and moving my glance down, I could see a tear in a very strategic part of the shorts, revealing, alas, still a cover of what looked like tighty shorts, but a very hefty package.

I almost dropped by packages and was staring very intently. His eyes met mine and burned. Starting to move across the street, my progress was halted by a police car announcing that the guy should move along. He did at a pretty rapid pace and my thought process was to get going myself as much as following him seemed necessary.

A few hours later I was in the backyard, stripped down to a pair of faded USNA shorts, working in a flower bed, with my chocolate lab, Pogo, when he started to bark. Looking up from the bed, I was clearing, I saw to my amazement, my filthy hunk from earlier. He was carrying a backpack and a sign that said: “Will work for money.”

He nodded his head. “Pardon the intrusion, but I believe you dropped this back by the hardware store.” His dirty, shaking hand held my driver’s license.

Pogo was nosing around him and he put the sign and backpack down, to kneel and pat him. Pogo, no fool, had put the guy’s mighty equipment in greater play. I sniffed his very ripe funk and realized, of course, he must be homeless.

“Wow, thanks!”

I stood putting my own flag pole in prominent view, as I was wearing only the USNA shorts. “It looks like Pogo, has a new friend!” I blushed. “And me too. I can’t thank you enough. Obviously, I dropped it. I try not to carry too much with me.”

His grey, wet eyes raked my near naked body. “I would say that was quite to the contrary. It looks like you carry a lot with you.”

I extended my hand. “I’m Drew.”

“So it says on your license, well Andrew.” He ran his eyes over me again. “Seems the stats are all right.” He took my hand for a quick, forceful shake. “Alvin.”

He smiled. “It’s a dumb name. “My mother liked it, but I really prefer Al.”

I looked down at the sign. “Can I help you, Al?” I stepped closer and put my hand on his muscular arm.” I sniffed again. Funky man smells had always driven me mad and this guy was really revving up my engine.

He laughed. “Well, it was a bit of walk to your place. Maybe some water?”

“That’s the least I can do. Come in. We can get something to eat and do you want to take a shower?”

His eyes held mine. “I guess we both have a bit of smell to us. You with the weather and your work, and me with my circumstance.”

I took a chance and ran my hand down his beard. “It’s a big shower stall.”

He surprised me by hesitating and stepping back, making me wonder if I’d read the signs wrong. “I don’t want to be a bother and you probably have other plans.” He hesitated. “You see, I rather let things go to hell and fucked things up when I lost my mother. She and I, well, we were pretty much all we had. I’m not real good with people or should I say adults.”

My grin must have reassured him. “Al, you just do what you like. If it’s just water, that’s fine and trust me you’re doing great.”

He looked around the yard. “What a gorgeous place. We used to have quite a garden back home. How long have you lived here?”

Pogo was now nosing between the two of us, as always desperate for a little attention or a kiss.

I sure knew what I wanted to kiss. “My partner died two years ago, so it seemed best to move away. His family always hated me and got the estate; we were never legal, so I came here and joined a firm of architects and got this place.”

He had a very intense gaze and as we walked to the house, clarified one thing. “Well, your architecture sure is amazing! In my whole life the only time I’ve been with a man is for sex.”

I gave a nervous chuckle. “Nothing wrong with that.” We went inside. “Look, let me show you where the shower is and then we can have lunch.”

“Are you sure?”

In for a penny, in for a pound, was my thought. “Well, your smell is very hot, but maybe you want to clean up?”

‘What you’re doing is much appreciated. I do have a room at this cheap dump outside of town, but the water is a mere trickle and I don’t have anymore soap.”

I had recently turned 45 and some friends, back where I’d come from, had thought two years without a guy was too long, so as a gag gift they had bought me a rim chair from Fort Troff. I had unpacked it, but never used it yet. It was in the bedroom and now we were heading there.

He stood by the bed, looked over the rim chair, but as of yet made no comment about it. “I’ve kind of been wondering, since I’ve been homeless and hoped this town had a shelter, but no luck, so getting a bath after that dump of a motel, is a real welcome.”

He stripped off the tee and I tried not to drool. For a guy who was homeless he was fucking built. More of a hairy twelve pack, than six. He noticed me admiring his build. Fuck I wanted to paint it to have always.

“My luck held for a time here and I worked on this farm for a bit, so it enabled me to keep in shape.” He bored those stunning grey eyes into mine. “You’re incredibly built too.”

I reached out for a nipple, covered in rust and gave it a tweak. “You think so?”

He gently took my hand. “Look, Drew, I like you, a lot, but the last thing you need is some guy whose fucked up and is trying to get his life back together and has had more issues than the Middle East.”

“Why don’t you let me decide that? Aren’t friends supposed to help each other?”

He looked totally woebegone. “Truth be told, I wouldn’t know.”

“You will now. Can I see the rest? I promise I won’t hurt you?”

He sighed. “It’s your funeral.” He dropped the shorts and some pretty dirty boxer briefs at once. He had to be at least five inches flaccid. What a beauty. I’d seen some prime dick in my day, but this boy was Grade A.

“You’re right. It is my funeral and I may die trying with that monster. Hit the showers, boy, then let’s see where we are and how you feel.”

It was growing and mine was pushing out like an I-beam in my USNA shorts.

He grinned and I lead him towards the bathroom, passing the rim chair. He raised an eyebrow. “Interesting,” was his comment.

Somehow it just seemed natural and both Pogo and I followed him into the bathroom. I got a clean towel for him and super nice shampoo, along with a spare toothbrush and took the toothpaste from the medicine cabinet.

We looked at each other for a long moment. Christ, he was beautiful. In spite of wanting to slurp down that extra large bone, I hesitated.

“Maybe I’ll just go and get lunch together.”

His hand trembled and he took mine. “Thanks. I don’t want to be a bother or a burden.”

Taking a chance, I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, electrified by his beard.

“That’s not possible, I’m sure.”

I was amused that Pogo stayed with him. Smart dog.

Going to the kitchen, I cobbled together a lunch and opened a bottle of lovely red wine. He came down in a different pair of shorts only and froze at the sight of the wine.

“Drew,” he paused. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea and I should go.”

Following his gaze, I got it and said: “Stupid of me. Please don’t go.” I went into the kitchen and poured the glasses in the sink and then the bottle. He was standing very close to me. “It’s the only one, there’s no more.”

”That was a large part of the problem. This town has a good rehab and I’m making the sessions and I was able to work on the farm and stay in that shit hole, but I am not at the farm anymore.” His voice broke. “I’m sorry, there’s no shelter here and I’m seriously low on funds.”

Leaning into him, I whispered in his ear: “Let me be your shelter.”

He laughed but pulled me close and kissed me hard, tongues duelling wildly. His breath fresh from my peppermint toothpaste.

“Fuck, I wish I wasn’t so hungry.”

“Me, too. Let’s eat fast and then eat each other.”

Our feet were intertwined when we were eating and suddenly it couldn’t just be a random fuck, but it had to be something more meaningful.

His eyes were misty. “Thank you. You’re my warrior and saving me.”

We left the dishes and tore upstairs, shutting poor Pogo out of the bedroom.

Through his shorts, I was manhandling his broom stick.

He seemed to want to swallow my tonsils whole. He did break away and touched my cheek and gazed at me with those wanting, huge eyes. “Are you sure about this?”

My response was to kneel and attempt to vacuum him in whole. I came off for a minute, in truth never wanting to leave. “I’ve never been surer in my life,” I admitted, batting his lumber and watching it drool. “Look, I loved Pete, my partner, and when he died of a rare blood disease, life seemed like life was over, but you, fuck, you have my motor in severe over drive!”

He slapped his prong against my face and laughed. “Well, here’s my thought. In those USNA shorts; it’s common knowledge the plebes at the Academy try and climb that greased obelisk, so when do I get to see and climb yours?”

I stood and shucked the shorts over my massive and drooling dick.

“Wow!”

It was thrilling that we both were obviously heavy leakers.

We rubbed up against each other, frotting, and spilling pre-cum all around our balls and hairy thighs.

He sneered at me. “Bookends.”

He was driving me wild. All that russet coloured hair, that had me exploring, and then tweaking his nips hard.

Al reached down and cupped my balls in his hand and started yanking.

“Where did you get these muscles?” I was running my tongue in his pits and squeezing his hefty biceps, the size of grapefruits. Looking down his magnificent, hirsute torso, past his lengthy sword, I knew I wanted his other low hanging grapefruit to squirt their copious load, in my throat, all over me, and in my ass.

He obviously loved kissing and after a lengthy tongue duel, broke away. “I’ve been here for a while, going to AA, and found that job with this family on their farm, working their heavy farm equipment, while it lasted, making enough to stay in that dive outside of town, jerking off and dreaming of you.”

I stuck my index finger in my mouth and inserted it into his hot and hairy hole, murmuring my approval. “Well, some dreams, for me, come true.”

He was really jacking me fast and expertly, all the while tugging on my sack. “What a tool. High as an ear of corn.”

“Ever been on a rim chair?”

He blushed. “Truth be told, my experience with men has been limited. 100% gay, just kind of a sequestered life,” he coloured again, “maybe till now.”

Taking his hand, and leading him to the chair, my instruction was to sit. “Friends of mine knew of my loneliness after Pete died, so for my last birthday, they got this from Fort Troff. Till now it’s not been christened in; no body better than you for me to go to town with. It’s like a toilet, but I lie underneath and eat you up, like the last super.”

Al grinned. Fuck he was gorgeous. That reddish brown hair; kind of long, but stunning, that tanned face, his height – he had to top my six feet by maybe an inch; the build; the grin, and the dick. My heart was beating like a steel drum.

He sat, his colossus sticking straight out. Mine had more of a curve and I knew it would be quite a fuck when we might flip fuck. Kneeling beneath the chair and spreading those marble cheeks was a key to paradise, then diving in was beyond expectation.

Great as the gift was, it was doubtful it would ever be used, till now. My senses were in a whirl. First, inhaling deeply, was the smell. Not rank, he had clearly washed there, orange tinted from the soap,but musky and like a drug, drawing me back again and again. Pete had always praised my tongue, and it was drilling in and out, as my hope was to get in as deep as possible. Spelunking had probably never gone so far.

His moans were loud and constant and at one point, causing poor Pogo to bark outside the door, no doubt believing his lord and master was in danger. Which I was, of losing it over this guy completely.

Al gave little warning and a torrent of jizz sprayed from his perfect head, hot and heavy on my hairy legs. Squirt after squirt it kept erupting, some on the Oriental rug. I zoomed out, getting some on my back from the rug and swallowed him down, taking him as deep as I could, using his cum coating my thighs, as lube on my fist wrapped around what I couldn’t stuff in my mouth to pump up and down, along with my tongue worship. Racing back and forth and reaching up, with my other free hand, to pull rough on his nips; it was pure astonishment that within a few scant minutes my reward was a second, almost as huge a load, against the back of my throat.

Smacking my lips and standing, he examined my pud.

Winking, he took my hand. “That thing of yours; that sword needs some help, there buddy. You know what I’ve never done, which is a lot, but I’ve never fucked a guy. Could we?”

Leading him to the bed, I leered back at him. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Lying face down on the bed, he started giving me a massage, gently caressing everywhere, then spreading my cheeks. “Holy fuck. That’s most beautiful thing in the world.”

“It’s all yours, my love.”

First, was the feel of the breath and his inhalation, then the tongue, scratchy and warm, exploring, then like a starving man, going in for the kill. Nothing had ever thrilled me as much. He flipped me over and landed on top me. “Drew, what are you doing to me? If only I hadn’t made so many mistakes, maybe my confidence would be better. What if I do something wrong?”

“Here in bed, not a fucking chance.” I took his hand and kissed his perfect nose. “I won’t hurt you, but you better sure as shit hurt me what that prick of yours. See how excited mine is? It loves you.”

There were tears in his eyes. He nodded his head. “I cared for my mother for many years, and couldn’t leave her for long, so most of my experience was jo with a guy near where we lived. I sure want to suck your dick, then fuck a huge load out of you.”

“I’m way behind. Currently it’s two to nothing, so why not both?”

He lifted my tool and started licking, alternating milking it with his strong, sure hands. “It’s safe to swallow, too. My life, like yours, with your mom, was just Pete. My hands were tangling in that stunning hair, leading; pushing him on.

Al really got the hang of it super quick, skiing down the length and driving me insane, with both mouth and hands. How long had it been since this exquisite pleasure filled my soul? Too long.

Instinctively my rod starting thrusting. “Pull on my sack,” was my command.

He started pulling. Those big mitts wrapped around my nuts and then he started pinching the hard nub of my balls and I knew we had to pause a moment.

Gently I pushed back on his head. “There’s another element we need to add. Reach into the nightstand and get out those alligator clips and affix them on my nips, then get back to the fucking fantastic job you’re doing.

Putting them on with a growl, he kissed me long and hard. Boy, was I falling not only into extreme ecstasy, but love.

For someone who laid claim to never sucking dick, he was getting an A+. The ball pulling and pinching and extreme suction continued. Letting out a prolonged. “FUUUUUUCCCKKK,” I erupted down his throat, like a geyser gone amuck.

He stayed down there for a moment, then plopped himself down on top me. “You are so gorgeous, do you know that?” He kissed me again and our tongues became one, drinking spit and the residue of my spunk. Who needed alcohol? What a cocktail, literally.

I was hardly gorgeous, though. Forty-five, balding, glasses, okay my eyes weren’t too bad. 7,5”, muscular, hairy build, but never saw myself as much.

“How was that for round one?” Al asked.

“Off the charts, but let’s see your genius at fucking? I want this bed to rock more than a typhoon. Eat me out again to get ready for that snake. It must be like 8” or a little less.”

He ate me like the best ice cream sundae ever, with nuts!

When he entered me, his excitement got the best of him and it was necessary to grip the sides of the bed. It had been over two years and he was big. Once he breached my sphincter; I could tell he had gotten his sign off on plowing, working that farm. My prostate was taking more of a beating than any football team, ever! My moans could no doubt be heard around the block and heaven knows what poor Pogo thought was going on in here. In and out, the exquisite feeling as he withdrew, then plunged in again and again, as I clamped down and wiggled my ass more than a worm in my garden.

Per my instructions, Al, had transferred the clamps to his hirsute pecs and his hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere. Hands clawing my tits; pulling on my hairs; wrapped around my super engorged willie; tugging my balls; kissing me like a draught sorry lawn, and first tentatively, then with more security, telling me he loved me.

As hard as it was to speak, my mouth when it was free, was echoing the love right back.

Leaning over me as he was, pounding away, gave me a picture perfect view of his wide shoulders, the freckles on them and his lean back. The ass was out of view, but I would take care of that in short order.

We came almost simultaneously. His massive load again (he must be a cum factory!), scalding into me almost up to his hot kisses, then me again all steamy and sticky, gluing us together.

Al lay on top of me, panting. Gently lifting his head, I uttered again what we’d said: “It’s not a lie, I’m falling in love with you.”

He sighed. “How wise is that?”

“How do you feel about me?”

Another long, sloppy kiss. “Like maybe I can’t do without you.”

“Let me help you? Let’s check you out of that scanky motel, come and live here and we’ll work it out. I promise”

He rolled off me and didn’t speak at first. I got up. “Don’t move. I just need to let the boy in.” Pogo came bounding in and jumped up on the bed, right next to Al, causing him to scratch and pat him. I climbed back in bed, pulled him close and put a duvet over us.

I told him how I met Pete in college, how he’d come from an ultra-conservative family, who had never accepted us; how he’d been a cardiologist, while I became an architect. We’d been so happy, then he’d gotten a blood disease and when they found out, the family had begun to shut me out. “Even though I took care of him while he was dying. It was horrible and so afterwards it made escape to start a new life necessary, and accept an offer from an architect firm here and try for Pogo and me to begin again.” I kissed him hard.

“Talk,” I instructed.

He told me it just been his mother and him. His father had left long ago, never heard from again from guilt about a cousin of his who had raped Al. “My whole life was my mother. He just couldn’t handle me or anything. I was bullied after that and just retreated into her. After Harvard, and I lived at home, very shy and insulated, we started a kindergarten. Then she got sick and became an invalid. This guy I hooked up with was the pharmacist; married, but we would meet when we could, and jerk off, most times not touching each other. Then I had to give up the kindergarten and take care of her. All the bills were enormous, including school loans. She died, and I just fell apart, starting drinking, lost the house, ended up homeless and one night passed out in a gutter. I ended up in jail and realized I had to try and turn everything around. An Adult Services worker told me about a great program here, and they take a certain number of un-insured. Social Services helped with the bus fare and I had enough to crash at that dump, barely, and I’ve been going for weeks now to AA, and got the job at the farm, but it ended, like I said, and I was sinking into depression again, when I saw you.”

His cock was amazing. It seemed to always be hard, or at least semi erect. Rubbing it made him purr. “I thought life was over after Pete died, till I found you. Of course there are things we would need to work out, but we can. Stay here, get better, and then let’s see about a teaching job, or some job, in the fall.”

He was on top of me again, this time running his tongue in my ear, Pogo watching intently. “ It would mean everything to me, but I wouldn’t be able to offer anything.”

“Bullshit. Okay, so maybe not monetarily, at first, but where there’s love, anything is possible. We take care of, and heal, each other. Deal?”

“If that’s what you want. I would cook, clean, do all the chores, and take care of you.” He rolled on top of me again, and we were nose to nose, our labored breath, co-mingling. “How many times can you cum? What’s your record? Mine is like five.”

I laughed. “The poor dog, may get a real complex if all we do is fuck.”

Al kissed Pogo. “We’ll love him, too. I just want us to jerk each other off. I’ve missed that with another guy and it’s a good way to end the day.”

“Just so long as you promise me there’s a tomorrow.”

“You know what I think? I hope this is a start of a long series of tomorrows.”

“I have only one set of clamps,” I told him, “but if we’re going to jo, what about getting some clothes pins from the laundry room off the kitchen and we go at it? You may want to do a wash anyway.”

He jumped up from the bed and put his shorts back on, nuzzled Pogo and called him, the dog crowding all around him. “We have to become friends, bud.” He picked up his knap sack. “All, I have here – and just a few things in that room - but yeah they could do with a wash.” He was at the door and turned. “I love you.” They bounded out together.

When he was gone, I dragged a large full length mirror from the closet. Pete and I had always used, so I could see his ass as we fucked each other and laughed and grinned at what a turn of events life had sprung on me. Here was a guy I was already crazy about and wanted more than anything to be in my life for as long as forever was.

Al was back in no time. “I gave Pogo some more food so he won’t be pissed at me.” He eyed the mirror with a sexy grin. “Nice and I found these.” He held up the clothes pins and some rubber bands. “When I would settle my mom in for the night, I’d sneak off and wank like mad with rubber bands on my balls. Scoot to the edge of the bed,” he told me.

He took my nuts in his hand, pulling them down and putting a rubber band around and separating them and another wound around them tight. It felt amazing.

He placed two in my hand. “Do the same to me.”

Once I had, he took a small container of Vaseline from his bag. “Hey, I still shot when I could. Get on the floor. So the mirror is so we can see each other’s holes?”

Nodding, we got on the floor side by side. He attached the clothes pins to his nips and placed the alligator clamps on mine. “Now lie back.” We were intertwined, legs over each other, spanking each other’s monkeys with Vaseline coating them, breath frantic and coming quick.

“When you get close, throw your legs over your head, hold your back and aim your pipe over your mouth and fire away. Hopefully we can see each other’s holes.” He was panting. “Shoot baby, but don’t swallow.”

The rubber bands were super tight, the clamps digging into my nips, and to my surprise another fountain erupted on my face and in my mouth. I was no match for Al, who seemed to produce jizz by the quart. In the mirror my view of his perfect body and pucker made the last few squirts extra thick. He rolled off me and clamped his mouth over mine, our frothy semen swimming together as we drank each other in.

Later that night, in bed, after we’d paid the bill at the motel, and collected what he had there, we held each other close and slept.

It was the beginning of a new life. He got better, I didn’t drink anymore for him; he got a part time job over the summer at the local library and in the fall, through some contacts of mine, started teaching kindergarten again. We fucked pretty much all the time like jack rabbits, but there was great love and we became the family, with Pogo, that we both needed so much.