Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2005 13:48:43 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE DEW DROP INN

Disclaimer: This is just a story. A bit darker than what I usually
write. Maybe, just maybe a look into the darker side of my life and
experience. But I'll let you decide that for yourself.

The story is dedicated to Drew and to Dawn.

THE DEW DROP INN
By RimPig   2005

The very masculine sneer on his young face almost worked. Almost. But if
you looked at him closely, the stiff body, the nervous twitching of his
fingers as he held the lit cigarette, it dawn on you that what you were
looking at was a male stuck between boyhood and manhood with deep seated
fears about how to make the transition.

It was a very dark and dingy bar. A bar noted more for it's cheap booze
than anything else. A place that catered to those who no longer had any
pretenses to being able to take the effects of alcohol or leave them
alone. It was also a place that didn't much really care how old you
were. If the I.D. you carried could pass even extremely mild scrutiny and
you had money, you were welcome to any of the cheap, powerful potables
arrayed in shelves behind the bar.

It was also a place noted for the availability of those desperate enough
for money to do practically anything for it. Anything. And that included
selling whatever physical attraction they might be able to display to the
more desperate buyers who no longer had any physical attraction with which
to barter for a few moments or a few hours of blissful sexual
forgetfulness.

Mike was such a man. Now in his 50's, overweight with a bad smoker's cough
and high blood pressure, not to mention a thinning pate of dark hair that
was now half grey. It had been a very long time since those days when Mike
could attract another male with any kind of physical attractiveness to his
bed without the inducement of money. He didn't care, however. He had plenty
of that. He briefly remembered an old saying from his youth in the 60's -
"Grass will get you through times of no money better than money will get
you through times of no grass!". Well, you could buy pleasure of a sexual
nature the same as you could drugs.

Mike had become exactly what he had always feared most - an old
cocksucker. How many times had he, as a callow youth, looked at the old men
who gave him desperate leers and laughed at the pitiableness of them. Let
an old man touch his young, tender body? Never! And never did he think that
the day would come when even the old desperate men would no longer want to
touch his body. Nor did he think that he would end up being one of
them. But both things had come true - with a vengeance.

The boys eyes flitted around the dingy bar as Mike sat, watching him from a
barstool on the short side of the rectangular bar. A seat where he could
survey the entire room without having to look in the mirror behind the
bottles. "The Cat-Bird Seat", Mike liked to think of it. His throne where
he could survey his entire "Kingdom of Losers" as he called it in his own
mind. He knew what the kid was thinking as he desperately surveyed the
room. 'Slim pickings tonight. Not much hope of finding someone with enough
cash to make this worth it.' The boy had not reached the point of being so
fed up, however, as to give up and leave. Not yet. That point would come.

Mike fully intended that the boy never reach that point because it was then
that the price went up, not down. If the boy became convinced that it just
wasn't worth it to stay, then it became more expensive to get him to. No,
he was just about ripe now for the pickings, Mike thought. Just about ready
to accept the lowered expectations of what tonight could possibly net
him. And just about ripe to be plucked by Mike.

To that end, Mike climbed down off the barstool at the same time signaling
the bartender. He ordered another scotch and water with a twist and another
bottle of Budweiser, which seemed to be what the kid was drinking. He then
ambled over to a table that was close to where the kid had parked himself,
leaning against a wall, one cowboy-booted foot pressed against it, trying
to look as bored as possible.

"How 'bout another beer?" Mike asked the boy.

The boy looked over at Mike and, with a condescending tone said, "Sure, old
man. Why not?"

The boy came over to the table and slouched down in the chair, grabbing the
beer and tilting back onto the back legs of the chair at the same
time. This movement had the effect of putting the boy's bulging
denim-covered crotch directly in Mike's line of vision. He'd figured the
kid was hung. The boy looked to be about nineteen with hard, cruel eyes
that had evidently seen too much bad in his few years of life and had that
long, lean build on him that usually predicted a thick, long cock. The eyes
were dark as was the hair. He didn't show any hair on his chest through his
white t-shirt and not much on his arms or the back of his hands, either.

The boy had the look of "The Street" about him. It was doubtful if he had a
permanent address, probably slept on the floor of friends places when he
could or make enough money hustling to get a room for the night. 'Probably
what he was doing in the bar now.' Mike thought to himself.  Looking to
make enough money to get a flop for the night, maybe something to eat and
some cigarettes. What the boy didn't have the look of was someone strung
out on drugs. Those kind Mike steered clear of.

"So, what are you up to tonight?" Mike asked.

"Just out lookin' to make some money so I can get a place to sleep." the
boy said.

His bluntness was refreshing. No lies or equivocations. No stories about
hard times or bad luck.  Straight talk. Nice.

"What's your name?" Mike asked.

"Travis. What's yours?" the boy replied.

"Mike. So, how much you looking to make, Travis?" he asked.

"I'm lookin' to make as much as I can." the boy grinned a cocky grin at
him. "But my usual price is $50."

"And what would $50 buy?" Mike asked quietly.

He was a little disconcerted. Usually negotiations didn't happen this fast
but, at the same time, he was thrilled. No beating around the bush and
having to sit there acting like he was the least bit interested in anything
that the old man had to say. Much better this way. Get right to it, get it
over with, get the deal closed.

"I don't get fucked and I don't fuck bareback. I'm not into pain. Anything
kinky and the price goes up." Travis said in a bored voice, like a spiel
he'd memorized and delivered a thousand times.

"How much for the whole night?" Mike asked, surprising himself.

Usually, he wasn't interested in anything beyond immediate gratification
but something about this boy intrigued him. Besides, the kid said he wanted
a place to spend the night. The kid looked at him warily and Mike could see
the wheels turning behind his eyes, calculating how much he should go
without scaring Mike off.

"$200." Travis finally answered.

"Fine. Let's go." Mike said.

He enjoyed the startled look in Travis's eyes. The boy instantly knew he'd
asked for too little when Mike didn't even balk or try to haggle over the
price. He knew he could have gotten more.  But, a deal was a deal.

Travis stood up and Mike led him out of the bar and down the street to an
all-night garage. He gave the attendant his ticket and secretly enjoyed
waiting to see Travis's reaction when his car arrived. Mike could well
afford the price that Travis quoted him for a night. Truth be told, Mike
could have afforded ten times the amount without feeling it. The truth of
the matter was that Mike was rich. In the vernacular - Filthy Rich. His
father had been the founder of what became a large conglomerate which Mike
had made even larger before selling it ten years before and dropping out of
the social life of the city. He lived now a life of leisure, his only real
pleasure, however, was the sex that he had with these young street boys.

The car finally came into view. The look on Travis's face was
priceless. Mike knew immediately that the boy realized that he had greatly
undervalued his services. The sleek, black Jaguar XKR Coupe slid to a stop
and the attendant quickly alighted and held the door for Mike. Mike tipped
the man $20 the way he always did and slid into the leather and walnut
cockpit of the car. He hit a button, unlocking the passenger door to unlock
and allowing Travis to get into the car. Once the boy was in and the
shoulder harness secured around him, Mike pealed rubber out of the garage,
allowing the 390 horsepower engine scream out it's power into the darkness
of the cities' streets.

"Some fuckin' car!" Travis said, unable to keep the awe out of his voice no
matter how unimpressed he tried to sound.

"Yeah. I like it." Mike said, smiling to himself.

There were cars that were said to be "chick magnets". Of course, Mike had
never been interested in "chicks", having discovered his preference for
other boys when he was about 13. But there were just as many cars that were
"boy magnets" as well - especially anything with a huge engine and sleek
styling like the Jaguar or the "muscle" cars or the sports cars like the
Corvette. Through the years, Mike had owned them all at one time or another
and had attracted a lot of boys with them.

There would probably be people who would wonder why Mike, with all his
money, chose to deal with street boys like Travis rather than the buffed,
more professional and definitely more expensive "call-boys". It certainly
wasn't the money. In fact, Mike could well have afforded to keep a 'harem'
of boys at his beck and call. But no. There was something more real, more
honest about sex this way. To put it bluntly, Mike didn't believe very much
in love and was just fine with sex. He didn't need some pretty-boy
pretending to care about him and all the while figuring out how much he
could get out of Mike. This was a cleaner, more 'up-front' way of dealing
with things. These boys didn't bother with pretending to care. Why should
they? It was more than likely they'd never see the guy again. And Mike
didn't have to pretend to care about or be interested in them, either. It
was convenient any way you looked at it, to Mike's mind.

He and Travis didn't speak until he pulled into the garage of the high-rise
apartment building of which Mike owned the entire top two floors. His
penthouse had completely private parking for four vehicles as well as a
completely private elevator that went directly from the garage to his
apartment. He could also reach the lobby with it's security guards and
concierge if he wanted to but rarely did he bother. When Mike pulled the
Jag into the underground parking garage, he pulled to the end of the first
row of cars and faced the wall which had a large, metal garage door.  He
pulled a remote unit from the console of the car, pointed it at the door
and it immediately slid to the left as Mike drove the Jag into his private
garage.

The lights in the garage went on with the opening of the door, allowing
Travis to see the Corvette and the Land Rover which also resided
there. Both were as black as the Jag and just as shiny new.  In fact, all
three vehicles had been purchased within a month of each other. Mike
replaced his vehicles yearly and so each year he bought two or three new
cars within weeks of each other.  Mike liked cars and could never decide on
just one so he always had several to choose from. He'd driven the Jag
tonight because he hadn't had it out in a while. He'd been driving the
'Vette most nights.

Travis gasped at the vehicles surrounding him as he slowly climbed from the
Jag's comfortable and warm interior. 'Oh, fuck! This dude must be loaded!'
he thought to himself as he looked around him at over $200,000 worth of
vehicles sitting in the private garage. But this confused Travis, too. If
this dude was rich, what the fuck was he doing in a dump like the Dew Drop
Inn?  Maybe he's just like the chauffeur and the boss is out of town? That
seemed more likely to Travis.

Without saying anything, Mike watched the boy's face mirror the awe that
the boy was feeling.  He smiled to himself. Males aren't much different
from each other. A hot car was something that most of them found awe
inspiring, just as he always had. This boy was no different.

Crossing the private garage, Mike pushed the buttons on the keypad,
entering his private code for the elevator that would take them to his
penthouse. The brushed chrome doors slid open and the small elevator car
was exposed. Paneled in mahogany and with a small watercolor by Winslow
Homer hanging on the wall, Mike stepped into the car and waited for Travis
to follow. They road silently up the forty or so stories and then the
elevator doors opened to the apartment which was mostly open space on this,
the lower floor.

Done in Art Deco style, the furniture was highly styled and mostly mahogany
with ebony woods.  Mike had always loved Art Deco and the apartment had
been a work of love for him. A large space with two floors and four
bedrooms above. A large space but one that had always been a lonely space
for him. Mike had never had a lover or any kind of relationship and figured
that he was way past the age of ever having one. That was why, when he felt
the need of companionship and sex it was just easier to go out and buy what
he wanted.

Mike watched as Travis slowly walked into the apartment, his head swiveling
as if he was trying to see everything at once, clearly blown away by the
opulence of the space. Without Travis realizing it, Mike stopped just
inside the entrance and just stood watching the boy investigate his
space. Finally Travis, embarrassed to realize that he was being watched as
he stared in awe at the apartment, turned to Mike.

"Quite a place you've got here." the boy said quietly.

"This is only half of it. The rest is upstairs." Mike said offhandedly.

"There's more?" Travis gulped.

"Yeah. The bedrooms are upstairs." Mike said.

"Okay, tell me the truth. This isn't your's, right? You're just the
chauffeur or something, right?"  Travis said, eying the older man.

"No. Sorry to disappoint you but I don't have any servants. Don't like
people around all the time.  I like my privacy." Mike said.

"But...but what the fuck were you doing in the Dew Drop if you've got this
kind of money?"  Travis asked, his voice conveying his confusion.

"What else? Looking for you. Or somebody like you." Mike answered simply.

"But you could have one of those 'call-boys'! One of those dudes who spend
all their time at the fucking gym and show up in a tux or something."
Travis said.

"You must have seen 'American Gigolo'!" Mike laughed.

Travis's face reddened. Indeed he had. In fact it was the Richard Gere role
which had given him the idea to try and become a hustler as a means of
making money, not realizing that the movie portrayed a lifestyle that
existed mostly in fantasy - not reality.

"Those kind of guys aren't real. Oh, they're good at what they do but they
try to make you feel like they really feel something. It's fake. I don't
like fake. And I don't pay that kind of money for fake. With guys like you,
it's real. Oh, it's all one way sex, but I don't mind that. At least I know
when I get you off it will because of the pleasure I can give you." Mike
said. Then he grinned at Travis. "Besides, I like your jeans a t-shirt a
fuck of a lot more than a fucking tux."

"You're a really strange dude, you know that, Mike?" Travis asked, shaking
his head.

"No, I'm not. I'm just a guy. Nothing more, nothing less. Oh, yeah. I've
got money. But what the fuck does that matter?"

"A fuck of a lot if you don't have any!" Travis lashed out.

"Yeah. I guess you're right." Mike said, apologetically. "I'm sorry. I've
never known what it's like to be without it. I was raised by a father that
was rich. He had a lot of money and he left it all to me. Unfortunately,
that's about all I ever got from him."

"Did he beat you?" Travis asked.

"Beat me?!" Mike laughed ruefully. "He hardly acknowledged that I even
existed!"

"Mine beat me. Every time he got drunk which was just about every
night. When I was 13, I couldn't take it anymore so I got out. Been livin'
on my own ever since." Travis said and then wondered what the fuck he was
telling Mike this for? He never told his 'customers' about himself.

"You've been on your own since you were 13?!" Mike said, finding this hard
to believe. "How old are you now."

"I was 19 my last birthday." Travis said.

"When was that?" Mike asked.

"About two months ago." Travis said. "I got drunk and did three johns that
night. Some birthday."

Without saying a word, Mike walked over to what turned out to be a large
kitchen. Travis followed, wondering what he was up to. Mike opened a large
double door refrigerator and pulled out a dark bottle. He then reached up
into a cabinet and pulled down two crystal stemmed glasses.

"Know what this is?" Mike asked.

"No." Travis answered.

"Dom Perignon. Best champagne in the world." Mike said, popping the cork on
the bottle and pouring some of the bubbly wine in each glass. He then
handed one of the glasses to Travis.

"To your nineteenth birthday!" Mike said, raising his glass in a
toast. "May you have a hundred more."

Travis looked at Mike funny and then at the glass with an even funnier
glance. He stuck his nose into the opening of the glass and then quickly
pulled out and sneezed.

"Careful! It bubbles!" Mike smiled.

He watched as Travis carefully took a small taste of the sparkling wine and
swished it around in his mouth, judging the taste - almost like a snooty
sommelier in a trendy restaurant. Smiling, Travis swallowed the liquid and
then downed the whole glass in one gulp.

"You're supposed to drink it slowly, otherwise you'll get very drunk. It
may not seem potent but it is." Mike said, grabbing the bottle and
refilling Travis's glass.

"This is good shit!" Travis said, smiling.

"I'm glad you approve." Mike smiled. "Is the first time you've ever had
champagne?"

"Yeah. I don't go places where they serve this shit." he said.

It was at that moment that Travis's stomach growled loudly.

"When did you eat last?" Mike asked, putting his glass down on the granite
counter.

"Uhh...well...yesterday, I guess." Travis said quietly, looking away in
embarrassment.

Mike went over to the phone, pressed a couple of buttons, and waited for an
answer.

"Yeah, Pierre. This is Mike McCarthy....Pierre, I need dinner for two. Yes,
the usual will do. As soon as possible, please....Thanks, Pierre."

Mike put down the phone and turned to Travis.

"The food will be up in about 20 minutes." he said.

"What food?" Travis asked, confused.

"Well, you can't truly perform your best when you're starving. There's a
restaurant on the main floor of this building and they catering service for
the building. I have them send up dinner most nights as I don't like
cooking for just myself." Mike explained.

"Hey, look. You don't have to feed me." Travis objected.

"I know I don't. Would you mind terribly if I said I wanted to?" Mike asked
the boy.

"Well...yeah...I guess it's okay." Travis said hesitantly.

"It won't come off your fee." Mike said, figuring where the boy's hesitancy
was coming from.

Travis looked at him, straight in the eyes and Mike realized that he'd hit
a nerve. Travis looked away quickly but Mike knew that he'd hurt the
boy. That was a totally new concept for him! He honestly didn't think he
could hurt a 'working boy'. It would seem that this one was very different
from the usual boy that he picked up.

"Look. I'm sorry. That was a stupid and insensitive thing to say." Mike
said, meaning the apology.

Travis looked back at him. A 'john' apologizing? Now that was new. Maybe
this old dude wasn't as bad as most of them were. He sure as fuck was
richer than any of the one's he'd ever known.  'What I wouldn't give to
live in place like this!' Travis thought to himself as he looked around
more.

Mike noticed his interest in the apartment.

"While we wait for the food, would you like to see the rest of the
apartment?" he asked.

"Yeah. That would be cool." Travis said, trying hard not to sound too
enthusiastic but failing miserably.

Mike showed him the living/media room with it's huge plasma screen
television and surround- sound system. He took him into his office and
showed him the computer and then took him to the exercise room and showed
him the gym set-up along with the lap pool, whirlpool and steam room. He
caught Travis's look at exercise equipment and then at Mike's body.

"Well...I thought I'd make a stab at keeping my 'girlish' figure but I
finally gave up. After all, who cared?" Mike said offhandedly.

"Ain't you ever had a lover?" Travis asked.

"No. I don't believe much in love. Especially between males. Guys are
horndogs. They want sex, not love. Especially when they're young and, by
the time that it would be nice to have someone, you're too fuckin' old for
anyone to want you." Mike said, walking out of the room and leaving Travis
to follow. Travis got the message. This was an area that Mike didn't want
to discuss. That was okay with Travis. There were plenty of areas he didn't
want to discuss either.

Mike then took him upstairs. There were three bedrooms which Mike called
'smaller'. Fuck! They were bigger than the entire apartment that he'd been
raised in but it was when Mike took him into his 'Master' bedroom that
Travis's eyes almost popped out of his head!

The room was huge with a huge bed with a canopy over it with side
curtains. The one wall was glass, floor to ceiling with sliding glass doors
that led out to a huge balcony that overlooked the entire city. Mike
pressed a button on the wall and the glass slid back and Travis walked out
onto the balcony looking at the entire city laid out below him like a field
of diamonds.

"Fuck! It's pretty from up here!" Travis breathed.

"Yeah. You can't see the dirt and ugliness from up here. I guess that's why
I wanted to be this high." Mike said.

Travis just turned and looked at him and then walked back into the
bedroom. Mike followed him as Travis walked around the room looking at all
the paintings and drawings of naked or near- naked men on the walls.

"Quite a collection." Travis said.

"I love the male body. It has a sheer beauty that can be breathtaking."
Mike said.

"I thought you didn't believe in love?" Travis asked.

"I don't. My love is for the body. Unfortunately the person in the body is
rarely as beautiful."  Mike said.

"So you want to have sex?" Travis asked, looking back at the huge bed.

"Not until I get some food in you. I'm hungry now myself." Mike said and at
that point, the phone beside the bed buzzed.

Mike went over and picked it up.

"Okay. Come on up." Mike said pushing some buttons on the phone and hanging
up. "That was the food. Let's go down."

Travis followed him back down to the main floor of the apartment and just
as they reached it the doors to the elevator slid open and a waiter with a
cloth-covered cart entered the apartment.

"Where would Sir like this set up?" The waiter asked Mike.

"Let's set it up in the kitchen." Mike said, leading he way.

The waiter started to uncover dishes and place them on the kitchen
table. Travis was amazed at all the food. There was salad, steak, sauteed
mushrooms, baked potatoes with everything, some kind of green vegetable and
hot bread with butter.

"Thank you. That will be all." Mike said, slipping the waiter a bill and
showing him back to the elevator. "I'll send the cart down when we're
finished."

"Thank you, Mr. McCarthy." the waiter said gratefully - both for the
business and for the $50 bill that was clutched in his hand.

When he got back to the kitchen, Travis was just standing there, looking at
the food.

"Go on. Sit down and eat. We don't want it to get cold. What do you want to
drink?" Mike asked him.

"Do you have a beer?" Travis asked.

Mike dug into the refrigerator and came up with two Michelobs, twisting off
the caps and handing one to Travis.

"I hope you like your steak medium rare." Mike said.

"Mister, I don't care if it's raw! It's been so long since I had steak, I
wouldn't know how the fuck I like it!" Travis said as he began to dig into
the food.

Mike noted that Travis ate like he hadn't had food in the last couple of
days. That bothered Mike for some reason he couldn't understand. After all,
this was just another street kid in a long line of street kids. They were
all hungry and desperate. What did one more matter? But for some strange
reason, this one did. Maybe it was his honesty. The kid hadn't tried to
bullshit or 'play' Mike once. For a street kid, he seemed to have a lot of
integrity. That surprised Mike more than anything.

When they'd finished, Mike lit a cigarette and offered one to Travis but
before Travis could accept, Mike had a coughing fit.

"Sounds like you shouldn't be smoking." Travis said, taking one himself. "
Bad for your health."

Mike laughed.

"And who the cares about my health? So I die a few years early. Who cares?
It just makes life less lonely to get out of it." Mike said, more bitterly
than he intended. "The only people who care are some relatives who think
they're going to get money out of my will. Well, they're fucked! I'm
leavin' all of it to charity and not a fuckin' one of them is getting
diddly-squat out of me."

"Well, you've really fucked a fantasy for me." Travis said quietly.

"How's that?" Mike looked at him questioningly.

"I always thought that if you had lots of money, you'd be happy. I guess I
was wrong because you sure don't sound like you are." Travis said.

This shocked Mike and, though he tried not to show it, he knew he wasn't
doing a very good job of hiding his emotions.

"What makes you think I'm not happy?" Mike asked the boy.

"You don't care if you die. You don't seem to have anybody you care about
or who cares about you. Seems even with your money you ain't any better off
than me." Travis said.

Mike just sat there, staring at the boy. The thing that bothered him the
most was that the kid was right. Maybe that was why he always picked up
these boys? They were just like him. They cared for no one and no one cared
for them. Maybe he felt some kind of weird kinship to them? But Mike shook
his head. Of course, that wasn't true. He didn't want to care about
anybody. Caring only brought pain and rejection. He knew that! Hadn't he
tried enough when he was young?  Never was he able to find anyone that he
could trust to care about him - no matter how much he cared for them.

"Look, kid. You get to be my age, you'll understand. There ain't no
'happily ever after' out there for anybody." Mike said.

"Fuck! I ain't anywhere near as old as you and I already know that!" Travis
said bitterly.

They sat there in silence, man and boy, both locked in their own bitterness
and loneliness. Finally Travis looked at Mike and said.

"You ready to suck me off now?"

"Yeah. That sounds like a better idea than sitting around talking." Mike
said, getting up and heading upstairs.

Travis followed him up to the bedroom and began to undress as Mike sat on
the bed watching him. The kids body was beautiful! Not overly muscular like
some kind of 'gym-rat' but with a lean, muscular look that made Mike's
blood boil in anticipation. When he dropped his jeans, that cock of his was
everything Mike figured it would be but as an extra, added attraction, was
uncut with a long foreskin which covered the head completely and hung down
in a nipple below it. Mike loved foreskin and looked like Travis had a
feast of it!

"Uhh...you want I should take a shower?" Travis asked.

"Would you think it too kinky if I asked you not to - at least until we're
done?" Mike asked.

"No, I'll just warn you, I ain't had one in a couple of days. I don't know
how raunchy you like it."  Travis said.

"Don't worry. I can handle it." Mike said, already being able to smell
Travis's sweaty scent as it drifted towards him.

"Uhh...how do you want me?" Travis asked.

"Why don't you just lay back on the bed, spread your legs and put your
hands behind your head."  Mike said.

"I can do that." the boy said, climbing onto the huge bed and assuming the
position.

Mike got up and quickly stripped off his clothes, ashamed of his
body. Travis, on the other hand stared up at the ceiling of the canopy bed
and realized that he was looking at himself. The ceiling of the canopy was
mirrored and he could see himself laid out on the bed. He was intrigued by
the view. He'd never seen himself like this before. Especially had never
seen himself have sex before.

Mike moved up on the bed beside Travis, burying his nose in Travis's pit,
breathing deeply of the sweaty raunch there. Well, the kid hadn't lied. He
certainly was far from clean but his scent drove Mike crazy with desire. It
wasn't long before Mike was running his tongue through the sparse hairs in
Travis's pit, tasting the musk and sweat there. Travis groaned at the
feelings. Most dudes were just into sucking his cock. Nobody had ever
licked out his pits before. In fact, the only things he'd ever done were
get his cock sucked, his balls licked and fucked a couple of dudes with a
condom. It appeared as if Mike was far more inventive sexually than his
past customers. It did bother Travis for a second that he knew he was far
from clean but, he thought to himself, 'Fuck it! If that's what he likes,
ain't no skin off my balls!'. That almost made Travis chuckle to himself.

What shocked Travis was how much he liked the feelings that Mike was
causing in him. It was like everywhere Mike's mouth went was hard-wired to
his dick which was rapidly hardening.  When Mike started sucking and
nibbling on Travis's nipples, Travis all but screamed out in shock and
ecstasy! He had no idea his fucking nipples were that sensitive! By the
time that Mike started licking down his abs, his cock was so hard it was
dripping cock-snot all over. Mike noticed and immediately began licking it
up. All of this, Travis could see clearly in the mirror above him. It was
so cool to lay there and watch while Mike made love to his body.

Maybe that was the strangest part of it. It really was like Mike was
'making love' to his body. It was not like any of the other dudes who'd
ever 'done' him. It was gentle, tender and very sensuous. Mike definitely
was interested in giving Travis pleasure and anything that Travis reacted
to, Mike gave him more of.

By this point, Mike had reached his cock and Travis figured at that point,
Mike would suck him off and that would be the end of it. But, no. Instead,
Mike moved around so that he was now lying between Travis's legs and began
snorting deeply of his balls. At first, this embarrassed Travis because he
knew that he his balls were really sweaty and stinky but Mike seemed to
revel in the raunchy scents of his body. In fact, Mike was moaning and
groaning over what he was smelling. Travis just watched and figured that
this was what Mike wanted so it was cool. Then Mike began licking his
balls! That felt really awesome! And the feelings were enhanced by getting
to watch Mike doing it!

For his part, Mike had been lost in the incredibly raunchy and hot scents
of Travis's body. He was having a hard time not cumming just from the smell
and taste of the boy! While Mike was into mansmells and most of his little
street tricks were less than clean, none of them had turned him on like
this! Travis was so beautiful, with skin so soft but a body that was hard
and masculine and a scent that drove Mike beyond distraction! Now, sucking
on the kid's balls, made him hungry for the one thing he loved more than
any other - his ass!

Just when Travis thought that Mike was going to finally move up and start
sucking his cock, Mike raised his head from Travis's crotch. Travis looked
down into Mike's eyes.

"I want you pull your legs back to your chest. I want to eat your butt. I
promise nothing but my tongue is going to touch you." Mike said.

"Man! That's not a great idea. You know I ain't clean back there." Travis
said, trying to dissuade Mike. This was going a lot further than Travis had
ever gone with another dude. He'd never had a dude eat his ass and he
didn't know if he really wanted it to happen or not but he realized that
Mike was paying well so as long as he didn't try to fuck him, Travis would
just have to endure it.

"You let me worry about that. Trust me. I love how you smell." Mike assured
him.

"Okay. Just remember, I warned you!" Travis said, pulling his legs back and
watching in the mirror above him as his ass opened up for Mike.

Mike buried his nose into Travis's ass-trench, taking deep breaths of the
raunch there. Fuck! This kid smelled so fucking good! It almost seemed a
crime to begin licking out the trench and erasing all these wonderful
smells but Mike wanted to taste Travis's ass as much as he wanted to smell
it.  More, he wanted to feel Travis's hole open and wrap itself around his
tongue. Mike realized that this might take some doing because Travis's hole
looked really tight and virginal. He could believe that the kid had never
been fucked but surely he'd been rimmed?

Each of them, the older man and the younger one were wrong in their own
way. Mike was wrong about Travis being rimmed before and Travis was wrong
about it being something he was going to have to 'endure'.

Mike's tongue began to slide through Travis's ass-trench and he tasted the
tangy-bitter taste of Travis's ass raunch. It was a flavor that Mike was
used to and, in fact, loved. At the same time, Mike also heard the moans
begin to come from Travis. The way the kid was acting, it really did seem
like he'd never had his ass eaten - as strange at that seemed to
Mike. Evidently, the kid wasn't all that experienced after all. Even if he
had been working on the streets since he was thirteen. That somewhat
excited Mike. He liked the fact that he was introducing Travis to his
favorite of all sexual activities. Mike loved to eat butt - especially
young, tight butt like Travis's.

For his part, Travis was reveling in the feelings that Mike was creating in
his ass. God! He couldn't imagine the idea of licking a dude's ass but it
sure as fuck felt incredibly good! He watched in the mirror above him as
Mike licked and licked at his butt and felt Mike's tongue pushing against
his hole, trying to slide inside. Travis didn't know how he felt about that
- after all, nothing in his life had ever gone 'in' his butt. Fuck! Travis
could only remember one time that he had played with his own butt while
jacking off. That had been a long time ago - when he was still living with
his old man. Travis remembered that it had felt good when he'd done it but
it had also been disturbing to him. Dudes weren't supposed to like that,
were they? Least ways, Travis didn't think they were. Not unless they were
'fags' who wanted to get butt-fucked and that DEFINITELY wasn't Travis! He
might let a dude swing on his cock but he wasn't a fag! He just did it
because he needed to make money.

But the more that Mike tongue moved against the lips of his ass, the better
Travis liked it. Fuck!  He LOVED it! Finally, he just let himself relax and
that's when he felt Mike's mouth wrap around his hole and start sucking at
the same time Mike's tongue was pushing against his sphincter.  Travis let
go and relaxed his hole as much as he could. It was then that he felt
Mike's tongue begin to slide through his muscle ring and into his ass.

"Ahh! Fuck!" Travis groaned uncontrollably at the feeling.

Mike smiled to himself. He loved giving pleasure and there was nothing he
love more than suckin boy-ass and hearing the pleasure that it caused. He
wasn't sure with Travis whether or not the boy could get into it, but it
was obvious now that he had. Mike began tongue-fucking the boy's hole and
tasting the tart-tangy-bitter flavor of the inside of the boy's ass.

Travis, for his part, continued to groan softly as his hole opened more and
more to Mike's exploring tongue. The feeling of that raspy, wet appendage,
almost like a small cock, fucking in and out of his hole was driving him up
a wall, igniting feelings in Travis that he'd never felt before. All of a
sudden, Travis began to understand the pleasure that the few dudes he'd
ever butt-fucked got out of having his big cock rammed in and out of their
shit-holes. It almost made Travis wonder what it would feel like to have a
dude's cock fucking in and out of his.

For once, that thought didn't really bother Travis. He'd come a long way
since he went out on the streets. He'd pretty much accepted that he had no
interest in girls, no matter how much he might claim to other dudes on the
street. That was just part of the 'front' they all put up with each other.
Travis knew that being with another dude was more what he wanted but he
could never find one around his own age that he could trust or was the
least bit interested in. To tell the truth, Travis felt a lot safer with
somebody like Mike. Somebody he knew wouldn't hurt him and, at the same
time, someone that would at least act like he cared about Travis.

If Travis was honest with himself, a lot of what he got out of hustling had
nothing to do with the money. A lot of what he got out of it was the
feeling of being 'wanted' - something he'd never felt from his old
man. Dudes like Mike, you could see in their eyes how much they wanted
Travis's body. How much they desired him. It made Travis feel superior to
them.

There was only one problem with that, however. He didn't feel that way
about Mike. Oh, sure, it was obvious that Mike was really hot for his
body. But the way Mike touched him, the way he pleasured Travis, it almost
seemed like - no matter what Mike said about not caring about anybody -
that he actually did care something for Travis. Oh, maybe not 'love', but
something.  And it was that something that Travis had unconsciously looked
for all his life. How strange to find it in this obviously expensive
penthouse with a dude thirty years older than he was. Or maybe that wasn't
so strange. Without knowing it, Travis, like so many boys, was looking for
the love of a father - a love that had never been there for him.

Right now, however, all that Travis's mind could really concentrate on was
the incredible pleasure that was coming from what Mike was doing to his
ass. His cock was impossibly hard - harder than he could ever remember it
being in any of these 'encounters' with his customers. Travis was turned on
to a level he'd never been while being paid for sex before. So much so, in
fact, it was like this was something he would do without being
paid. Something he wanted to do.

Mike, on the other hand, was having equal thoughts of how much more
exciting Travis was to him than any boy he could ever remember paying
for. The taste of him, the scent of him, was driving Mike totally crazy! He
was eating Travis's ass for all he was worth and Mike had never had an ass
react so positively to his ministrations. He was sure that Travis had never
been fucked or rimmed before and yet his ass had, finally, opened up
beautifully so that Mike could tongue fuck him with ease, allowing every
millimeter of his tongue to invade the boys rectum. And the groans and
moans coming from the boy told Mike that he was truly enjoying what Mike's
mouth and tongue were doing to him.

"Oh, fuck! Yeah! Eat my ass! Yeah! Dig that tongue up my butt and eat me
out!" Travis was moaning.

This was music to Mike's ears as well as satisfaction to his cock! The
boy's cries were making his own dick harder and harder and, at Mike's age
and physical condition, his cock didn't always get that hard - at least not
without the medical intervention of those 'erectile dysfunction' pills that
they pushed on TV. Mike's doctors, however, didn't like the idea of Mike
using those. Not with his blood pressure. So Mike rarely was able to get
that hard. Oh, he could get hard enough to jack off and you luckily didn't
need a hardon to cum but it was only on the rare occasion that Mike was
incredibly turned on that he could achieve a really solid erection. The
erection he had now reminded him of the ones that he used to
get...well...if not in his teens and 20's, at least in his 30's.

Mike could also tell by the muscles of the boy's ass clenching around his
tongue that he was getting close to the point of no return. Mike didn't
want the boy's young cum being wasted on the boy's abs. He wanted all that
young, sweet load shooting into his cocksucking mouth. He determined,
therefore, to leave the boy's ass for now and get on to giving the kid a
blowjob that, hopefully, the kid would remember for a long time to come.

Pulling his face from the kid's butt, Mike heard the kid moan in
frustration at the good feelings being stopped. He laughed to himself as he
let his tongue trail up the kid's ass-crack, across his still musky balls
and up the long, thick shaft of the kid's very hard cock. Pulling down the
kid's foreskin, Mike found himself hit in the face with a very raunchy
scent. A scent that Mike recognized as one of his favorites - smegma! The
'head-cheese' that an unwashed, uncut cock produced in such abundance under
the hooded covering of the penis-head.

Mike groaned at the scent and quickly wrapped his mouth around Travis's
cock and began licking up all the pungent, yellowish mixture and wallowing
in the tart nastiness of it. The scent of unwashed cock went right up his
nose and he reveled in it as his tongue continued to clean out every speck
of smegma that Travis's hood held. He could also taste the sweetness of
Travis's pre- cum as his cock continued to juice almost continuously. Mike
knew from long experience that the boy was going to cum and cum soon - not
to mention, probably cum buckets. Mike was certainly going to get a good
'protein injection' from this kid!

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna.....AHHH!!!" Travis groaned and his cock
began rocketing shots of his hot sperm deep into Mike's throat.

Mike, for his part, buried Travis's cock down his throat, clenching this
throat muscles around the kid's shooting cock. It was a feat that Mike
usually couldn't do and with Travis's thickness and length, never thought
he could do with the kid but he was so turned on himself, that his throat
just seemed to automatically open right up and swallow the kid's blasting
dick.

At the same time, Mike's own cock, rubbing against the covers on the bed,
shot it's own load as Mike sucked down every drop of teen spoonge that
Travis had to give. Travis was thrashing on the bed in the throws of orgasm
and Mike was holding on for dear life while his own cock shot and shot - a
longer, stronger orgasm than Mike could remember having in years!

When their orgasms finally died down, the two, man and youth, lay on the
bed panting and slowly doing what males from time immemorial had done
following a mind-blowing orgasm - falling asleep. Travis with his hands
still behind his head and Mike with Travis's cock still buried in his
mouth.

Travis awoke a couple of hours later. He found himself alone on the bed
but, when he looked over, the sliding glass doors to the balcony was
open. Travis got up, ignoring the fact that he was still naked, and walked
out onto the patio. He found Mike, who had pulled on a pair of jeans
standing at the balustrade and looking out over the lights of the city.

"Hey, there." Travis said, softly.

Mike turned around.

"Hey, there, Travis. How you doing?" Mike asked.

"Okay, I guess. Uhh...I'm thirst, though." Travis said.

"Well, you know where the kitchen is. Go get what you want." Mike said,
smiling.

"Uhh...do you want anything?" Travis asked.

"Yeah. Bring me a beer." Mike said.

Travis went downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed two Michelobs and twisted
off the caps. He then went back upstairs and out to the patio.

"Here." he said, coming to the balustrade and handing one to Mike.

"Thanks, Travis." Mike said, taking a sip of the brew. "How are you doing?"

"Okay...I guess." Travis said, sounding not sure at all.

"What's the matter?" Mike asked the boy.

"Nothin', really...it's just that...well...I've never had some of that
stuff done before." he said quietly.

"Like what kind of stuff? Having your butt eaten?" Mike asked.

"Yeah...well...that and havin' somebody do stuff to my body." he said, not
looking at Mike.

"Was it that bad?" Mike asked.

"No! It was great! It kinda makes me feel guilty for takin' money for
it. Nothin' ever felt that good before." he admitted.

"And that's a problem?" Mike asked.

"I don't know. You're different. Very different than the dudes that I have
been with before."  Travis said.

"In what way?" Mike asked.

"You...well...it's like you don't look down on me...almost like you care
whether I feel good." he said.

"Of course I do! Perhaps this is something you won't understand but I
derive great pleasure from giving pleasure." Mike explained. "Making you
feel good makes me feel good."

"The thing is...you made me feel like I wanted to make you feel good. I've
never felt that before. I always just wanted the dudes to get off so I
could get the fuck out." Travis said, still not looking at Mike.

"And now? How do you feel? Wanting to 'get the fuck out'?" Mike said.

"No. I don't want to leave. In fact, I'd like to go back in there and do it
again." Travis looked at Mike and smiled.

"Later. I'm not as young as you are and I can't cum as many times as you
can." Mike smiled back.

"I just thought I'd offer. You only wanted me for the night. I thought
you'd might like to get your money's worth." Travis said, looking away.

He'd come too close to admitting that he was feeling something for the
older man. Something that he had no way of explaining.

"Travis, I'm sorry if you got that impression. It's not a matter of
money. I would think that if you've looked around you, you'd know that. As
far as me only wanting you for one night, quite frankly, I didn't think
that you'd go for any longer." Mike said.

That gave Travis pause. What did he want? The old dude was right. That was
the way he usually did things. Just one night - no more. Didn't want the
dudes who picked him up to get any ideas about him hanging around or doing
it for nothing. But he wasn't feeling that now. He wouldn't mind hanging
around here longer. It wasn't just that the place was better than any place
he'd ever been - though that was certainly part of it. But it was more than
that. Travis liked the feelings that he got from the old dude and not just
the sex. He didn't know what to do with that!

"I...uhh...I wouldn't mind staying longer." Travis said, quietly.

This shocked Mike, who stared at the young man. Travis seemed to be a very
different kid than he'd been in the bar - but, then again, Mike understood
the defensiveness that Travis had to assume when he was putting himself 'up
for sale'. But what was the kid thinking now? Better still, Mike thought to
himself, what was he thinking? Did he want the kid to stay? Did he want him
around? And for how long?

Mike was tired of his lonely life. He'd been tired of it for a long time
now but never thought it was possible to change. But was Travis ready to be
an end to that loneliness? Was Mike ready to share his life with a nineteen
year old? Even if the nineteen year old was a really hot kid who excited
Mike to no end! Would that change? Would Mike grow tired of him over time?

All of these questions flew through Mike's brain in a nanosecond. But this
wasn't a decision that Mike could make on logic alone because, deep down
inside, this kid stirred something in Mike.  Feelings he thought were dead
long ago. Feelings of caring and concern for someone other than
himself. Almost fatherly feelings. After all, just because he was Gay,
didn't stop Mike from having some form of those feelings. He just never
could see marrying a woman to get them. And, certainly, if the feelings
were paternal, they were somewhat incestuous as well because it was true
that Travis turned Mike on the way no one had for a long time.

"How long are you thinking?" Mike finally asked the boy.

This question stunned Travis. How should he answer? Should he tell the
truth and say that he'd really like to stay for good. That he'd like to
finally find a home - someplace he didn't have to live a life of constant
fear like he did on the streets. A home where there was somebody who cared
about him. A home that wasn't a place of pain. That's what Travis really
wanted - but was that what was being offered? Or was it just a longer
'trick'.

It was too scary for Travis to openly say what he was thinking or feeling
at that point so he fell back on the typical adolescent way of avoiding
answering questions that they feared what the answer would mean for them.

"I don't know."

Mike smiled to himself. Yeah! Typical 'kid' answer. Well, what did he
expect. The kid didn't know what parameters that Mike was thinking about
and he hadn't clarified what kind of offer he was making. Of course, a lot
of that was because Mike didn't know if he could trust what he was feeling
about the kid. Nor did he know if the kid would even be interested in
something long- term, but Mike suspected that he might be. Even though he
had fears about it, Mike decided that he wasn't going to let this
opportunity just fly out of his lonely life without even taking the
chance. He'd done enough of that shit in his life. Maybe it was time to
stop playing it safe and do something risky. He just hoped that what he
felt about the kid was right - but there was only one way to find out.

"What would you say to...umm...well...to staying here for good?"

There it was. Mike put it out there. Now, it was up to the kid. Mike held
his breath to see what the kid's reaction was.

He didn't have to wait for it. He'd no more than asked the question and the
kid's head came up and Travis stared at him, his mouth agape.

"What do you mean? For good? You mean like live here?" Travis asked, not
believing what he was hearing.

"Yeah. That's exactly what I mean." Mike said.

"Why? Why would you want me here?" Travis asked, not even realizing how
much this question said about how little he felt himself worthy of somebody
caring about him.

"Maybe because I'm lonely. Maybe because you're a good looking kid and it
would be nice to have you around to look at. I won't lie to you, you turn
me on. But...well...it's more than that.  Maybe it's because of what you
said before."

"What? What did I say?" Travis asked, trying to figure out what the fuck
the old man was talking about.

"About with all my money I wasn't any better off than you are. The fact is,
you're right. We're both pretty miserable. You, living on the street and
me, living in the great big empty place. Tell me you aren't lonely at
times, too? Tell me you wouldn't want to get off the streets and not have
to go someplace like that bar I found you in?" Mike asked.

Travis had to admit, if only to himself, that Mike had a point. It was
true. But did he want to be 'kept' by Mike? Be this dude's 'Boy Toy'? Is
that what this was all about?

"I don't want to be anybody's Boy Toy." Travis said, derisively.

"What do you mean? You already are!" Mike said, pointedly. "What do you
think you were offering in that bar?"

Travis blushed in embarrassment and shame. The old dude was right. That's
just what he was offering. But that didn't mean that's all he wanted to be
to somebody!

"Maybe I was, but at least I make money at it!" he said, defensively.

"And does the money make you any less lonely? Any less scared?" Mike said,
skewering Travis with his words.

Travis looked away. He wasn't about to answer and admit that Mike was
right.

"I'm not going to lie to you. I want you. You turn me on. But if you stay,
I won't touch you unless you want me to." Mike said.

Travis turned back to stare at Mike.

"Then why the fuck would you want me around?" Travis asked.

"I told you! Because I'm lonely. I'd like somebody around so I don't have
to be alone all the time." Mike said, still afraid to say anything about
how he was feeling about the kid.

"So I have to be around all the time? Like I'm a prisoner or something?"
Travis snorted.

"No! You can come and go as you please. Look! None of this is coming out
right. Let me start over. Travis...uhh...I really like you, kid. I don't
know why, I just do. And I don't like the idea of you being out there on
those streets. You could end up dead too easily. I've got a nice life and
plenty of money. I figure, from what you told me about your life, that you
haven't had a lot of good things happen in it. I want to change that. I
want to give you a chance to live without having to worry about a roof over
your head or where your next meal is going to come from. I'm betting that
you never finished school and you don't have any skills. If you want to go
and get some - I'll help with that, too. But you don't have to." Mike
finally stopped to take a breath. "So? What do you say?"

Travis just stood there, his mouth agape. This was not what he was
expecting at all! The old dude was offering him the sweetest deal he'd ever
heard in his life! But that put him on his guard. After all, it had been
Travis's experience that sweet deals had a way of going sour real
fast. There had to be some 'catch' to this. The old dude couldn't be for
real!

"Can I think about it?" Travis asked.

"No. I want an answer right this second." Mike said, sarcastically. "Of
course you can think about it! I wouldn't want you to agree without
thinking about it! This is your fucking life we're talking about here. It's
fucking important. To me, if not to you."

"Okay! I'll give it a try!" Travis practically screamed at Mike.

Mike was rocked back in shock!

"What happened to thinking about it?" he asked, quietly.

"I already thought about it. The first thing I fucking thought about when
you brought me in here was what I wouldn't give to live in a place like
this. But that ain't it." Travis said quietly.

"Then what is it?" Mike asked, confused.

"Dude, I ain't never had nobody make me feel like you did. It ain't just
the things you did to me, it was how you did it. Like you really cared
about how I was feelin'. Like you really cared about me. You didn't need to
feed me. You didn't need to do anything but get yourself off. You live on
the streets and you do what I do and you get to be able to size dudes up
pretty quick. With you it took me a little longer than most because I ain't
met anybody like you before. You're something I wasn't sure really existed
- a really nice guy. I'd be a fuckin' fool to turn you down." Travis said,
earnestly.

Mike felt his world rocking at this! Everything he believed about Travis
was evidently true, after all! This kid was worth saving. He smiled because
he was happy he'd thrown caution to the winds and made the offer.

"Thank you, Travis. I think you're a really nice 'dude', too." Mike grinned
at the boy.

They stood there for several moments, grinning at each other awkwardly -
each feeling that there was something more that they should be doing but
neither one having the courage to initiate it.  Finally, Travis moved
closer to Mike and reached out and put his arms around Mike's neck, resting
his head on Mike's shoulder. Mike stood there for a moment, shocked at this
display of affection and then finally put his arms around Travis and gently
held him.

They just stood there, holding one another for a while, neither saying a
word. Then Travis raised his head and looked down into Mike's eyes.

"Hey, dude? Can we do it again now?" he grinned.

"Any time you want, Travis - any time you want!" Mike grinned.

"I take it you don't want me to shower first." Travis grinned.

"Nope!" Mike laughed.

"Well...at least I won't have you yellin' at me for not takin' showers all
the time!" Travis laughed as well.

They walked into the bedroom and got onto the bed. Travis lay down in the
same position that Mike had asked of him the first time - on his back with
his hands behind his head and his legs spread. Mike crawled onto the bed,
laying beside him and began smelling and licking at Travis's armpit.

"Yeah, dude! Lick out my pit! Snort my stink! You like that, don'tcha
fucker?!" Travis groaned.

"Oh, yeah! That's it! Talk dirty to me, Travis! I love it!" Mike groaned.

"Yeah, if figured you would, you dirty old fucker!" Travis laughed.

Mike pulled his face out of Travis's pit and grinned at him.

"You've got that right!" Mike said, laughing and burying his face in
Travis's fragrant pit again.

"Yeah! That's it, you fuckin' pig! Lick out my fuckin' stink!" Travis
groaned.

Travis thought to himself that this was kind of fun...saying this dirty
stuff to Mike. He'd had a couple of tricks that got off on him being
verbal. It wasn't easy the first time, but now Travis sort of had it
down. He pretty well knew what to say.

Mike in the mean time, had moved down to Travis's tit and was moving south
towards his cock.  Travis was really getting into the feeling of Mike's
tongue laving across his abs and the dude headed towards his groin. He
heard Mike taking deep whiffs of his pubic hair and knew that Mike was
getting off on the all the sweat and dried piss there.

"Yeah! Smell my fuckin' pubes! Suck on my pubes! Taste me!" Travis growled
and Mike proceeded to do exactly that.

Mike was in heaven! He had no idea the kid was so verbal! Mike loved a guy
to talk dirty to him while he did him. It just made things hotter for him!
And Travis seemed to know just what to say.  Mike decided to skip Travis's
cock for now and headed down to his smelly balls. God! Mike loved the smell
of sweat, musk, cum and piss that pervaded the kid's nuts! He snorted them
and then began licking them.

"Yeah! Lick my fuckin' stinky balls! That's it, dude! Suck on my fuckin'
nuts!" Travis groaned as Mike took first one and then the other of Travis's
balls into his mouth and sucked gently on them.

Travis figured what was next so he started lifting his legs. Mike
immediately pulled Travis's legs back, hooking them under his arms so that
he could get to Travis's butt. But Mike wasn't high enough to get there so
he got up on his knees beside Travis so that he could bend over far enough
to get his nose and tongue into the crack of Travis's ass.

"Yeah! That's it! Lick out my fuckin' ass! You like that fuckin' dirty
butt, dude? Sure ya do! You love the stink in my ass!"

Truer words were never spoken, Mike thought to himself. He did love the
stink in Travis's ass- crack. What he wasn't quite ready to admit to
himself yet, however was that part of the reason that he loved it wasn't
just that Mike was into the raunchy smells of a guy's body but because
these raunchy smells belonged to Travis!

As Mike ate his ass, Travis groaned at the wonderful feelings flooding
through him. He glanced to his side and saw that Mike's rock hard cock was
just kind of swinging down from his groin.  Travis wasn't opposed to
sucking cock. In fact, he rather liked it but most of the men who purchased
him didn't ask him to do that, preferring to think of him as
'straight'. Mike didn't seem to have that fantasy so Travis leaned over and
decided that, since Mike had been so good to him, inviting him to live with
him and share his life, he'd do something nice for Mike. He slowly let
Mike's cock sink into his mouth and began sucking on it.

Mike almost fainted from the pleasurable feeling that he was feeling from
his cock all of a sudden!  Then it hit him - warm, wet! Travis was SUCKING
him! He pulled his face out of Travis's butt and turned back to look.

"Travis! What are you doing?" Mike asked - one of the dumbest questions
he'd probably ever asked in his entire life.

"I'm suckin' your dick, dude? What? I was doin' it so bad, you couldn't
fuckin' tell?" Travis said, pulling off Mike's cock and glaring at him.

"Travis, you don't have to do that." Mike said.

"I know I don't, dude! If I had to, I wouldn't! What's the matter. Ain't I
any good at it?" he asked again.

"Travis, it feels incredible! But..." Mike fumbled.

"But what, dude?" Travis asked.

"But...well..." Mike was at a loss for words.

"Look, dude - does it feel good?" Travis asked.

"Yes! It feels good!" Mike reiterated.

"Then shut up and eat my butt!" Travis said and turned back, taking Mike's
cock in his mouth once again.

Mike decided that Travis was right. He should just shut up and eat Travis's
tasty butt. Which he did for a few minutes while Travis's wonderful mouth
sent incredible feelings through Mike's cock. Finally Mike moved back and
took Travis's cock in his own mouth and there they were, 69ing until they
each shot a healthy load into each other's mouth. Each of them found the
other's cum quite satisfying and, as they let go of each other's cocks,
they grinned at each other. Mike wanted to say something but decided that
it was probably best not to.

"Hey, dude! That was great! Now, could I please take a shower? I feel
really grubby and I don't want to go to sleep feelin' that way." Travis
said.

"Yes, you can shower - unless you'd rather take a bath in the Jacuzzi?"
Mike offered.

"A Jacuzzi? You mean like a hot tub?" Travis's eyes lit up.

"Yes. Like a hot tub." Mike grinned.

"Cool! Lead me to it!" Travis said, bouncing off the bed.

Mike and Travis ended up in the whirlpool together and Travis even let Mike
gently soap his entire body, not admitting to liking the feeling but giving
out enough quiet groans of pleasure that Mike got the message. He even let
Mike do something Mike told him he dearly loved to do - shampoo his hair
for him. Travis had to admit, while he'd never even thought of that, it
turned out to feel really good! Travis had to admit that the old dude had
some really good ideas about things that felt good. Travis even turned
around and shampooed Mike's hair as Mike groaned in pleasure at Travis's
strong hands and fingers.

They ended up back in the king-sized bed in Mike's bedroom. Not wrapped in
each others arms, of course. Travis wasn't at all ready for something like
that! But...during the night, Mike was suddenly awoken when he felt
Travis's body - which had started off on the other edge of the bed from him
- press up against his body, apparently seeking the warmth. Mike just
smiled to himself and gently put his arm around Travis and gently went back
to sleep.

THE END OF THE DEW DROP INN.

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