The Waif

The gay bar I visited from time to time had a great atmosphere and the toilet area was, pleasantly hectic. I was not interested in relationships and liked the abundance of casual sex that was on offer in the ablution area. Once you had sated your carnal needs, you fucked off home with no baggage or morning after encumbrances. I was a self-centred prick, living in a chic and tasteful expensive property, and did not have to put up with another person’s bullshit.

Most of my friends were involved, and happy as they purported to be, there were always dramas in their lives. Having grown up as an only child, the only opinion that mattered to me was my own. Naturally, although I felt lonely at times, I was comfortable with my peaceful solitude.

As if by some impish blight, that all changed one night when I met Scotty. The reason this happened was as follows:

After a disappointing visit to the bar one evening, as I exited I glanced at the gas station across the road. Although I was not a lover of junk food, their twenty-four superette made the most delicious pies, which I often indulged in after one of my visits to the bar, even though I was not starving. I loved these disgusting indulgences. 

As I inexorably neared the store, a waiflike creature accosted me as I was about to enter.

“Please, sir, won’t you buy me a pint of milk? He pleaded.

He was not, the prettiest boy I had ever seen, but his elfin appearance intrigued me. As I looked closer, I saw he had a split lip and a bruise under his left eye.

“What happened to you?” I asked.

“My dad threw me out of our home and told me the fuck off and to find a job… I’ve been trying, but there are no jobs around,” he forlornly uttered.     

After nonchalantly nodding, I entered to store. I was not interested in other people’s dilemmas and had no intention, of involving myself. As I ordered my pie, however, my conscience got the better of me and I acquired a second one. On my way to the teller, I also picked up a pint of milk.

Outside, I handed over his pie and milk before indifferently heading for my vehicle after he had thanked me. I was irritated as he trailed me, rabidly scoffing on his pie. By the time I got to my car, he was glugging on the milk.

As I was about to enter my vehicle, I gave him a, ‘what the fuck else do you want?’ look.

“Please, sir, I have nowhere to sleep tonight… Would you please let me sleep in your garage, I promise I won’t be any trouble,” he entreated.

‘Oh, fuck, I don’t need this shit in my life,’ I ruminated.

The pathetic look on his face made me relent, nonetheless, before I irritated said, “Okay… Get in the fuckin’ car.”

As I drove home, I could not believe that I had fallen for his shit. I did not know this fucker from a bar of soap and was fuckin’ annoyed!

With winter well on its way, by the time we got to my house, I simply could not let him sleep in the garage. By now, quite honestly, I had also become quite horny and figured that if I was about to be inconvenienced, I might as well fuck him as recompense.

When I told him that he could sleep in the bed with me, his eyes lit up as he began to spew his gratitude. I watch as he quickly undressed and got into bed. His waifish body was magnificent, and he had a stunning uncut cock.

As I entered my bathroom, I hid my watch and wallet as securely as possible before brushing my teeth. I was under no delusion that having seen me exit the gay bar, he had pinned me as a likely target in solving his quandary. Much as I was not comfortable with bringing a stray into my home, I did not feel threatened by Scotty. In any case, with one hand tied behind my back, I would be able to overpower him.   

When I entered my room, Scotty was fast asleep and curled up in a foetal position. I did not have the heart to wake from his angelic slumber and was happy to forgo my carnal inclinations. I even felt strangely proud that I had been able to assist him in his distress. Altruistic as I felt, however, I was determined that in the morning I would send him on his way.

As I awoke slightly earlier than normal the following morning, a chill overcame me as I looked at the boy lying next to me.

‘What the fuck was I thinking,’ I ruminated to myself.

Sleeping soundly, Scotty lay on his back.

As I looked at him, a horny impulse soon overcame me. Unable to resist, I lifted the duvet off his torso and looked at his beautiful dick. In an instant, my mouth inexorably headed for the uncut splendour. As I commenced sucking, Scotty’s knob stiffened impressively, as lustful groans emanated from him.

Shortly, his arm coerced my body to move onto him in a sixty-nine position. As his mouth became operational, Scotty displayed the most incredible skill. It was as if my cock had entered a pulsating cove of gratification. As my lust-o-meter began reaching fever pitch, I had to pull my body off him to avoid the inevitable. Besides, I now desperately wanted to fuck his arse.

As I swung my body around and turned Scotty onto his stomach, his legs promptly opened invitingly. I was so horny by now, that I entered his portal swiftly. Although he gasped, I was happy to sense that I had not hurt him.

If his mouth was incredible, I was now going to find that his arse was the eighth wonder of the world. The contracting pulsations of his sphincter, clamped my dick like a milking machine, making resistance futile. When I unloaded moments later, I experienced the greatest orgasm of my life. It was as if I was in an animated movie with stars exploding, spirals swirling, and pyrotechnics going berserk.

As I got off Scotty and flopped on the bed next to him, he apologized.

“What for?” I asked in disbelief.

As his body turned he pointed to the wet stain where his crotch had been.

“Did you cum?” I asked, too impressed to be annoyed.

“Yes,” he sheepishly replied.

“No problem, Scotty. By the way, where did you learn to do that with your arse?” I inquired.

“I don’t know,” he answered as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

After regaining our composure, we headed to the shower several minutes later.  

As we enjoyed the warm water, I again felt a stirring in my loins. “I want to fuck you again,” I blurted.

Without hesitation, Scotty turned and placed his hands against the wall, before pushing out his inviting backside.

This time, despite his incredible skill, I was able to hold out longer. Inevitably, however, his magic arse soon took over, and his superior carnal sleeve defeated me once more.

As we began to kiss, Scotty’s talents seemed endless. Finally, as my geyser ran out of hot water, we commenced drying ourselves off.

After we began eating our breakfast cereal, my mind was in turmoil. If I had simply met Scotty at the bar under normal circumstances, I would have initiated further interactions, thereafter. Given his traumas, however, I did not want to invite unnecessary turmoil into my life.

“So, where do you want me to drop you off?” I cautiously inquired.   

“Well, the one thing I still have is my train card, so the nearest station would be good,” Scotty emotionlessly replied.

“Are you going home?” I gingerly asked.

“Yeah… Maybe my father will be in a better mood,” he resignedly mumbled.

Pulling out my wallet, I slipped him a few notes.

“You’re very kind. Hopefully, I will be able to pay you back someday,” Scotty said with a rueful smile.

When we got to the station later, I mumbled, “Best of luck, buddy,” as he got out of the vehicle.

I felt shit all day. I had not even given Scotty my telephone number. I did my best all day to assuage my guilt, as I kept reminding myself that he was not my responsibility. After a hectic day at work, I only arrived home at seven p.m.

As I turned onto the paving in front of my garage, I saw Scotty sitting there with a small suitcase. Strangely, I was not annoyed but rather elated to see him again.

After the garage door opened, he got up and stood with an apologetic look on his face, as he approached the open window of my vehicle once I had parked.

“I’m really…” He tried to say, before I countered, “Let’s go inside.”

As we walked into the living area I asked, “What happened?”

“When I got home, my father met me at the door with this suitcase, and told me to fuck-off for good,” Scotty said blubbering.

“What a cunt!” was all I could think of saying.

“Listen, Barry, if you can help me one more night, I promise I’ll never trouble you again,” Scotty sincerely entreated.

When we entered my kitchen, I asked, “Chicken of beef?” feeling like an airhostess.

I always had tons of frozen dinners in my freezer, because I hated cooking. After explaining this to Scotty, he asked, “Do you have an open supermarket nearby? I still have most of the money you gave me, and I love cooking.”

“Seriously?” I countered, dumfounded.

Going along with his suggestion, we visited my local supermarket. His efficiency as he filled the trolley stunned me. Of course, I insisted on paying for our shopping.

Once home, I was even more gobsmacked as he went about his work. It was like watching one of those aficionados on a cooking channel, and an hour later, I was enjoying a magnificent meal.

“Who taught you this?” I asked.

With a tear in his eye, he replied, “My late mother… After she died a year ago, things went downhill with my father; especially after he found out I was gay.”

‘Oh, shit, this kid is wearing me down emotionally,’ I began thinking to myself.

All-day long, I had thought about him and the skill he had displayed that morning. His backside and mouth were unbelievable, and I had lost count of the number of boners I had popped that day, thinking about him. 

When we finally entered my bedroom, I was so horny that I practically ripped our clothes off.

For the following two hours, I visited nirvana as we sensually and ardently made love.

As Scotty drifted off to sleep finally, I looked at him with mixed emotions.

‘Jesus, do I need this in my life?’ I questioned myself.

Finally, sleep overcame me.

When I awoke the following morning, there was a heavenly smell permeating the house as Scotty prepared our breakfast.

‘Oh, fuck, the little shit is pulling out all the stops,’ I cogitated.

As I scoffed the delicious breakfast, I thought, ‘Fuck it… I have to give this a go.’

Getting up from the table afterward, I collected and then returned with my spare set of house keys.

After placing them before him, I said, “I’m not making any promises… But for now, you can stay here until you sort yourself out.”

When Scotty began blubbing, my heart melted and I had never felt less selfish in my life. Even more pleasingly, we were soon in the shower and fucking like rabbits.

If I am, to be honest, I did worry about the situation at work that day. For all I knew, I had been set up by a devious little thief.

As I arrived at my home later that day, however, the wonderful odour of cooking pervading my home, immediately appeased all my misgivings.