Stick It In
The red Integra slowly rolls past and turns the corner. Even though it's a little wet an chilly, as spring nights can be in Chicago, I pull off my t-shirt to attract more attention. Checking my reflection in an office window, I light a cigarette and confidently wait for the Integra to return. I've been on this block for about forty minutes without another pickup so I'm beginning to get a little desperate. Since there are more boys than usual on Hubbard tonight, I'm on a side street. Most of them look dirty anyway. I have a cleaner image which attracts more of the "money" types. Which is why the fuck I'm even out here. Why give head for twenty when I can get an executive to suck my dick for fifty.
A car turns the corner as I check to make sure my dick shows through my faded overalls. I take a pull off my Salems, and casually turn around. It's the Integra again. I've seen it a couple of other nights, but I've never been in it. Holding my crotch and leaning against the building, I take another pull off the cigarette as the Integra pulls up to the curb. I can only see one person in the car and after a couple of seconds, the passenger window rolls down. I pretend not to notice as I check for cops. Satisfied, I walk over and stand in front of the door pressing my body against the car. He rubs my thighs and bulge until I back away taking another drag from the cigarette and checking the area again. He leisurely holds a fifty up to the window and unlocks the door. I put out my cigarette before climbing in.
He seems familiar with this area and silently drives a couple of blocks to an abandoned freight yard. After parking behind a building, he turns off the headlights and motor. A distant streetlight provides enough light.
"What are you into tonight?" I repeat. Nervously, he unbuckles my overalls and pulls out my hard dick which he's been stroking on the way here. He grins and delicately licks the precum off the head of my dick.
Sitting up, his breathing us heavier as he maneuvers himself so that his back is on the seat and his legs are up.
"I want you to stick it in," he whispers.
"What?" I pretend not to hear, pulling my overalls down.
"Stick it in," he repeats, spreading his legs as wide as the car will let him. I look between his legs and see that the seat of his slacks has been cut out. His white asshole contracts and glistens in the faint light. I lick my middle and index fingers and force them into his warm hole. He let's out a pleased sigh. I pull off my overalls and awkwardly fall on top of him. He starts to bite my neck but I stop him and guide the head of my dick into his surprisingly tight asshole. He gasps loudly as I hastily shove myself in. Pushing against the passenger door and rocking the small car, I try to drive my entire dick through his pale thin body. Then I grab his ass and pull him into my frenzied thrusts. He cries out but my grunts are too loud to hear what he's saying. It doesn't take long for me to work up a nut and I slam as hard as I can into his ass as I cum. After he's wiped himself off he hands me two fifty dollar bills and kisses me on the neck.
I walk back to my secluded street and wait for another "ride". Unfortunately, it's gotten windier and has just started to rain. My t-shirt is wet since I washed off my dick with it in McDonald's, so I can't out it back on. I jog to an alley to at least shield myself from the wind. There's a white Bonneville parked in the alley with the engine running. The driver is watching my every move. Cold rain is hitting my naked chest pretty hard so instead of waiting for him to make the first move, I walk over to the car.
"What you into tonight?" I ask directly. He smiles and unlocks the passenger door. Without hesitation, I walk around and get in.
I do a couple of more lines, lay back in the bed, and wait for my clothes to dry. Against my better judgment I've let him bring me to his hotel room downtown. He walks back into the bedroom with another Martell for me and sits his large naked ass on the bed.
He finishes the coke, and starts sucking my chest and nipples again. His tongue finds its way down, and he wraps his tongue quickly around the head of my black dick; swallowing the entire shaft and immersing his face in my pubic hair. I breathe in deeply and lift up, choking him a little but he doesn't let up. Instead, he contracts his throat and pushes his fingers, wet with Martell, into my asshole. I'm too fucked up to stop him; besides, it kind of feels good. Still licking my body he rolls me over and roughly massages my ass with his mouth. I groan uncontrollably, concentrating on the intensity of my strained dick. I let him dig his tongue in and out of my ass as he nibbles at the edge of my hole. I moan with pleasure until he replaces his tongue with his fat dick, forcing it into my snug asshole. He pins my thin squirming body to the bed, pushing into my ass with his barely erect dick. I feel him growing inside; stretching my ass. He plows into me more violently as he gets a full erection. Snorting and cursing, he recklessly jabs at me, and I feel like throwing up. Clutching the sheet, I bury my head in the pillow and pray for him to get his nut.
I'm soaking in my second tub of warm pink water. I didn't catch any more rides tonight. As soon as he rolled off of me, I bolted out of the hotel with my damp clothes and caught a cab straight home. My ass is still throbbing and I close my eyes trying to forget about tonight; about myself; about her.
"How much did you get, tonight?" She interrupts, walking into the bathroom. I jump but don't look at her. I want to forget her face.
"About two hundred," I mumble, wiping away a tear. "I took a cab home, though. The rest is in my left sock."
"Yeah, I found that. I just wanted to make sure there wasn't more." She waits for me to respond but I don't. I try to forget her voice. "I can put it on the rent," she suggests gravely, walking out of the bathroom.
"Sure," I whisper. She won't.