Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2014 15:08:35 -0500 (EST)
From: SeaPirut@aol.com
Subject: End of the Ramp

End of the Ramp

It was a hot August evening and on my way home from work.  At almost 6 pm,
the sun was still high in the sky and blaring down.  I was exiting the
freeway and almost to the end of the ramp when I saw him.  He was standing
at the end of the ramp with a cardboard sign and the usual message scrawled
on it with black marker; "Need money for food.  Please help.  God Bless."
I always wondered where the pan handlers find the black markers to make
their signs, the cardboard not such a mystery.  The signs almost always
look the same, 18 inch by 24 inch cardboard rectangle, big black letters
with the same message almost always used.  I guess it doesn't really matter
since I never give them money.  I struggle to not even look at them, as if
they don't even exist, fearing that eye contact will draw them to my
driver's window to beg for money.  I always feel like a heel not even
acknowledging their presence, but they seem to be ever present in any large
or medium size city.  I mean, I bust my ass to provide for myself, why
can't they?  I guess this isn't the time or the forum for that.  On to my
story.

There he was, just standing there.  Young, probably early 20's, wearing
dirty jeans, a black t-shirt, dirty face and hands that were nearly black
with grime.  His eyes shone fear, differently than what I usually see.  He
looked pitiful and didn't seem the type where this had become his vocation
yet.  I couldn't place my finger on it, but this guy was not where he was
supposed to be.  I cruised up to the end of the off-ramp, a couple of cars
ahead of me.  I rolled down my window and motioned for him to `come here.'
He quickly grabbed his small back pack and trotted up to my window.  His
body odor was pungent and filled the cab of my truck.

"I'm not going to give you any money.  I will give you a place to take a
shower, a meal and some conversation.  In exchange, I will expect sex.  You
can stay the night with me and walk away unharmed, better for the encounter
and with your hot, young nuts drained.  What do you say?"  I looked into
his eyes awaiting his response.  His expression didn't change while he
considered his options.  I assume he was trying to figure out if I was some
kind of psycho trying to lure him somewhere to rape and kill him.  He
sniffed the air from my truck, or sniffed my scent, I'm not sure which.
His eyes narrowed.

"OK."  He hovered for a minute more.  The light was about to turn green.  I
nodded my head to the passenger side and told him to get in quickly.  He
ran around the front of the truck, threw his pack into the truck bed and
opened the door, immediately hopping in.  The light was green and the cars
in front of me started to move.

"My name is Robert, what's yours?"  I looked at him.  "Steve."  I shoved
out my hand to shake his.  His grip was hesitant.  "Relax.  I'm not going
to hurt you.  I'm not some psycho or anything like that.  This is a first
time for me, too.  I never give money to pan handlers.  But, you caught my
attention for some reason.  I guess I just want to help you out a bit, for
a night.  I'm horny as fuck and figured we could make a trade."

"Well, I figured you weren't a psycho, or I wouldn't have gotten in your
truck," stated Steve.  "I'm just hungry as hell, tired, sore.  I reek like
hell and need a shower.  If it costs me a blow job, then what the hell," he
explained, throwing his left hand up as if releasing a bird.  I had plans
for more than a blowjob.

There was an executive suite a few miles away, I figured I'd take him
there.  He looked at me inquisitively as we pulled into the parking lot.
"No offense, but I'm not ready to take you to my place.  This is as private
and neutral turf as I can think of for now," and he nodded his head in
understanding.  I went into the office and paid for a room for the night.
I pulled my truck around back and parked near a doorway that entered the
back side of the lobby.  Steve and I got in the elevator and rode it to the
3rd floor, both of us just staring at the red digital numbers above the
door as it clicked up to two then three.  The door slid open to a hallway
carpeted with a neutral tone and we stepped out.  We found the room.  It
was a nice suite, had a small sitting area with a small couch, a couple of
chairs, a desk, a TV, kitchenette and a doorway that I presumed lead to a
bedroom.  I walked across the room and opened the door on the far end to a
large bedroom with a queen size bed, dresser, mirror, a chair and a closet.
In this room was another door that lead to the bathroom.

"Come on in.  The bathroom is in here.  You need a shower," indicating the
door to the right.  Steve entered the room and looked around, giving it a
silent approval with his eyes.  He walked into the bathroom and gave a slow
whistle.  "Man this is nice.  Marble, big shower.  Kewl."

Steve pulled his t-shirt off to reveal white, milky skin.  The dirt stopped
at his neck line and at his biceps where the sleeves of his t-shirt ended.
He had a slender build, a little too skinny and I assumed a bit
malnourished.  "I'll give you some privacy.  Just come on out to the
sitting area when you are done," and closed the door behind me.

I left the bedroom and sat down on the couch.  I turned on the TV to watch
the local news while I waited.  About 20 minutes later Steve emerged from
the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and another hanging
around his neck, hanging down over his well-molded pecs.  His cock tented
the towel slightly as he walked over and sat on the couch next to me.  I
looked at him, squeaky clean and smelling like shampoo.  "You clean up
well," I stated, smiling at him.  He tilted his head and raised his brows
to me.  "Should I order something to be delivered or do you want to go to a
restaurant?"

"Pizza would be good.  But, whatever you want is cool."  I ordered an extra
large combo pizza and some soda and was told it would be 50 to 60 minutes
for delivery. I put my phone on the arm of the couch and told Steve, "We
got about an hour before it's here.  What do you want to do?  If you have
some cleaner clothes, you can get dressed if you want.  We have all night.
We'll get to the fun stuff after dinner."

"Oh, OK," Steve said flatly and went back to the bedroom.  He came out in a
different shirt and jeans.  His faded, tight 501's trapped his cock and
balls against the side of his left thigh.  The bulge displayed his long,
thick shaft, the ridge of his glans protruding against the thin denim.  It
was easily apparent that he was freeballing in the sexy jeans.  It was
heaven watching his meat roll around against his leg as he walked towards
me, sitting on the couch next to me.  These clothes were cleaner, but still
needed a washing.  We chit-chatted for a while until the pizza arrived.  He
told me that he had been on the streets for about 6 months after he lost
his job and couldn't get another one.  He lost his apartment, his car and
almost all his possessions.  His family lived on the other side of the
country and he didn't want to have any contact with them.  Steve ate
voraciously, apparent that he hasn't eaten in at least a couple of days.
After dinner we returned to the couch and watched Wheel of Fortune and
Jeopardy.  Steve figured out the puzzles quickly and knew most of the
answers to Alex Trebeck's `questions'.  I was impressed by his knowledge
base.  Steve shared that he had a degree and had been working for a tech
company, but was really interested in real estate "but there isn't any way
a broke-dick, homeless guy like me is going to get into that now."

"No, not right now, you won't.  But, you can work your way into it if you
want.  You seem to have the brains for it," I told him.  I looked into his
eyes and saw disbelief.  "You really can.  You just need a little help
right now."

"Who the hell is going to help me?  Look at me," Steve said bitterly.

"I am looking at you.  I see a young man with potential that just needs to
be given a chance."

"You're just saying that to get in my pants.  I know why you are doing
this.  You want to get your nuts off and figure a down and out street rat
like me won't be able to say no," with even more anger.

"That's only half true.  Yeah, I'd like to have sex with you.  I can't wait
to get my mouth around your big cock.  Yes, I propositioned you because I
figured you'd be desperate enough to say yes.  But in the very short time
we've been together I've also come to see that you are really just down on
your luck, need a hand but too proud to take it, smart as a whip.  I see an
investment.  I see a guy that with just a few resources is not likely to
still be homeless a few months from now."  I placed my hand on his knee and
Steve looked at me.  His face was flushed red, his eyes still disbelieving.

I let my hand slowly make its way up his thigh, stopping its heavenly
travel when I felt the tip of his cock barely touching the side of my hand.
"I want to please you.  I want to help you," I panted.  I could feel the
heat of his cock emanating through the denim onto the side of my hand.  We
stared at each other for a few seconds.  Then, Steve grabbed my hand and
moved it up to rest on his hardening shaft.  Firmly, I pressed my hand onto
the shaft and rubbed upwards until I found his mound of balls hidden by the
denim.  His cock swelled under my hand and his balls shifted around between
his legs from the pressure of my hand.  Slowly I stroked his fully hardened
tube as it throbbed under my hand.  I slid off the couch and kneeled in
front of him, pushing his knees wide so I could get access to his wonderful
body.  I reached forward and pulled open the button fly of his jeans.  His
pubic hairs popped into view and spreading the denim fly as far open as it
would go displayed the wide base of his rigid cock.  I pulled down his
pants while he lifted his hips.  I removed his jeans and he sat there on
the couch in his t-shirt with a throbbing cock standing straight up against
his tummy.

Slowly, I grabbed the base of his rigid pole and pumped it while I lowered
my mouth to the wonderful pointed head of his cock.  I slowly sucked him
into my mouth, getting about 6 inches in me and then slowly raised,
slickening his pole up with my spit.  I travelled my mouth back down his
long cock and got about 7 inches into my mouth when he hit the back of my
throat, a full inch still exposed outside my pursing lips.  I slowly bobbed
up and down on his wonderful pecker.  Steve put his hands on my head,
guiding me in my bobbing while my mouth sucked his cock, my tongue wrapping
around the shaft the best that I could.  Steve was breathing heavily and
moaning, telling me to "suck that cock man.  Yeah, suck it good like that.
Oooooh, your mouth is so good.  Oh, God, you feel so good."

My own cock throbbed in my dockers, the head fighting to escape through the
leg of my underwear to snake its way down my thigh.  While I continued to
suck Steve's wonderful pecker, I pumped my hips so that my cock head moved
and pushed against its white cotton captor until it popped through and slid
against the contrasting textures of skin on one side and the electric
friction of fabric against the opposite side.  I trembled as a drop of
precum burned its way through my piss slit and was absorbed by the fabric
of my pants.

After a few minutes of sucking on Steve's long, fat cock I raised my head
off him and stood up.  My cock throbbed against the fabric of my dockers,
fighting to escape and offer itself to the Apollonian specimen of man
seated infront of me.  Steve rubbed my shaft gently, feeling it throb under
his hand, forcing a smile to spread across my face.  "Hmmmm, looks like
someone's about to explode.  We need to do something about that."  I
offered my hand to him and he grabbed it and stood up.  I lead him to the
bedroom.  We stood together with our hands resting on each other's hips,
pressing our groins together.  We humped on each other.  Our groins pressed
together, his naked cock against my clothed stomach, my cock squeezed
between my thigh and his.

Taking a half step back, I pulled my shirt off, ripped off my pants,
underwear and shoes and plopped onto the bed.  My hard cock bounced off my
stomach.  Steve removed his t-shirt and kneeled on the bed next to me.  He
grabbed his mighty cock by the base and waved it at me.  "Why don't you
suck it some more man?  You got a really hot mouth that feels good around
my cock."

I reached up and grabbed his big, fat cock by the base and slowly wrapped
my lips around the head.  My tongue tickled the glans and I slowly
descended on the long shaft.  I bobbed on his cock for several minutes
while he gently pumped his hips into my face.  Slowly, he turned so we were
in a 69 position.  He grabbed my drooling cock by the base and licked the
head.  He teased me with his mouth, making me moan while my cockhead
tingled from his pleasurable torture.  We sucked each other's cocks for
about 20 minutes, wrapping our arms around each other's legs and butt
cheeks, bringing each other pleasure in only a way that men can do for each
other.

I rolled us over so that I was on top.  I got off Steve and repositioned
myself so that we were face to face.  I pressed my throbbing cock onto his
spit covered pole and we humped each other.  I leaned forward and put my
lips to his, slowly beginning to kiss him.  My tongue stroked his lips and
he slowly opened his mouth.  My tongue followed the natural curve of his
lips and descended into his waiting mouth.  Deeply, we kissed and embraced
while our chests and groins pumped against each other.  Steve broke the
kiss and his tongue slowly licked my jaw line up to my ear.  He nibbled on
my lobe, driving me wild and eliciting a deep groan from my throat.  Our
arms and hands roamed each other's backs, ribs and chests while we
continued to rub our groins together.

My cock was throbbing and needing to get inside this hot man.  I slowly
licked my way down his torso.  I suckled on each nipple then allowed my
tongue to travel down his rib cage, nibbled his taught tummy and ended in
his pubic bush.  His cock was quivering, the tip throbbing against my jaw.
Slowly I descended on his cock again and began to suck him.  Lightly, his
hands held my head and guided me up and down his long shaft while my
suctioning mouth pulled blood into his phallus, making him expand so that
his skin was taught around the shaft and head.  I pulled off his cock and
began to lick at his hefty balls.  I licked and suckled on each nut, one at
a time and then my tongue made its way to his taint.  I slowly licked at
his taint and followed it to the base of his ass cheeks.

I lifted his legs forcing his knees to his chest.  Slowly my tongue made
its way into his crack and found his clean, tight little rosebud.  I lapped
at it with long strokes, moans erupting from Steve above me.  I licked at
his hole.  I forced the tip of my tongue into the sphincter and his
wonderful body shivered with excitement.  I licked at his hole and plunged
my tongue into him as far as I could get it.  I rimmed Steve for a long
time, panting and moaning rolling forth from his mouth non-stop.  After
several minutes, Steve said, "God, I can't take it anymore.  Fuck me man.
Let me feel your big cock in my ass!"  I smiled and raised up onto my
knees.  His hole was well lubricated, but my rod was dry as a desert again.
I spit on my cock several times, rubbing the saliva around the head and
shaft.  Saliva makes for a poor lubricant, but it was all we had.  After
all, I wasn't planning on this encounter when I left for work in the
morning.

"Hold on baby, I'm gonna put it in you.  I'll go easy," I informed my new
lover.

"Fuck that!  Slam that big cock in me.  I need you in me now.  I need a
good, hard fuck," Steve demanded.  Not wanting to disappoint, I pressed my
cock head against his hole and roughly pushed forward.  More easily than I
expected, I slid into him.  Steve drew a deep breath into his chest, making
his ribs expand and his pecs to rise.  I continued a non-stop slide into
his warm hole until my pelvis was pressed against his butt cheeks.  When
all 7 inches were in him, this wonderfully hot man underneath me erupted
with a "Jeezus!  That is so big, so deep.  Fuck me man.  Fuck my tight
ass."

I began to stroke in and out of Steve.  His legs moved to wrap around my
hips, pulling me into him, inhibiting my pull out so that I was forced to
give him quick, deep thrusts into his quivering guts.  I fucked this Adonis
like it was the last fuck of my life.  Every couple of minutes I would
strain my back to press my cock head as deeply as it would go into his love
canal, stimulating him to a shiver while my cock throbbed in him.  I pumped
into him with hard thrusts, at times wiggling my hips to force my cock into
slightly different angles against the walls of his rectum.  I gave him the
best fuck I could and in return was getting the best fuck I've had in
years.

The bed springs squeeked under my fucking.  The room was filled with the
sounds of our panting and moaning.  The sweat from our bodies was sliding
down his groin and continuously lubricating my cock while I pounded in and
out of him.  Steve was a verbal fuck as moans and demands to be fucked hard
and deep rolled from him nearly non-stop.  I joined in the verbal games by
complimenting his tight ass hole, to take my big cock into his love canal
and "that's it baby, take daddy's big cock.  You're a good boy, making
daddy feel so good.  This ass is mine now.  I'll fuck this tight little ass
every day."

45 minutes later I had sweated 10 pounds off my frame.  Good thing about an
anti-depressant, it allows for long fuck sessions.  I'm not a quick cummer
anymore.  My cock was pounding Steve's tight ass and I could feel the
electricity of my pending orgasm begin to rise from my legs and down from
my torso.  "I'm gonna cum baby.  Daddy's gonna shoot his love juice.  Here
I cum!"  With all of my might, I pounded my cock deeply into Steve's guts,
forcing his head to bounce off the head board.  Steve's cock exploded
between us and we both cried out in orgasm.  My cock shot off 6 rounds of
cum up his quivering ass and a pool of cum was forming between our stomachs
from Steve's enraptured cock. When the last rope of cum left my cock, I
pulled out and then slammed back into him again, cries of joy escaping from
both of our throats.  I collapsed on top of my young lover.  His tight ass
hole was squeezing my deflating cock, sending intermittent spasms of
electricity through us both.  Sweat and cum made our bodies slick.  We held
each other for several minutes, our chests pressing against each other
while they rose and fell quickly while we caught our breath.  When our
fires had diminished to just glowing embers, I rolled off Steve to lay at
his side.

"Man, that was good.  I haven't been fucked like that, ever.  Usually, guys
just pound their little pricks into me from behind and it's all done in 3
or 4 minutes.  That was the first time I was made love to," Steve
explained.  I looked into his eyes and saw the wide eyes of a new born faun
gazing into my face.  I gently stroked his face with my hand and kissed him
lovingly.

"That wasn't just a fuck man.  I found myself feeling a love for you that I
haven't felt in a very long time.  I don't think I want this to end, man."
We nestled in each other's arms and fell asleep.

I woke up about an hour later with Steve rubbing my cock.  I was hard and
his hand was tightly gripping my pole while he moved his hand up and down
my shaft.  I moaned softly and allowed him to have his fun with my cock.  I
kissed him again, his soft lips pressed against mine while our tongues
stroked and wrapped around each other.  Steve stroked me for a few minutes
and then his hot lips were descending onto my hot cock.  I let him suck me
for a few minutes and told him I wanted to feel his hot cock up my ass.
Steve got up off the bed and went to the bathroom.  He returned with a
small bottle of lotion in his hand, waving it at me as he climbed back on
the bed.  He applied some to his cock and stroked it up and down the long,
wide shaft.  He then applied a generous amount to my ass hole.  I held my
knees to my chest as he positioned himself over me, holding his big cock by
the base and aiming the head for my hot hole.  He pressed his hips forward
so that the spongy head was pressed into my bud.  "You like it hard or long
and easy?"

"Start out slow baby.  That's a mighty big cock you got there.  You'll know
when you can screw me fast and hard," I explained.  Slowly his cock began
to enter me.  My eager ass opened up, allowing him to drive into me easily.
With almost all of his cock in me, he pulled back to just the head and then
slowly drove back into me.  Slowly, I was being fucked by a huge, hard cock
that belonged to a man that I found that I love.  My legs wrapped around
his hips, my feet resting on his ass cheeks.  At a moderate pace, Steve
fucked me with nice, long strokes, making me pant and groan with each
forward thrust.  Within a few minutes, he was fucking me rapidly, rocking
the bed with his mighty thrusts.  Again, the bed springs were squeaking and
the head board was pounding against the wall.  10 minutes later it was done
with quick jabs he drove his cum deep into my guts.  I grunted and cried
out in orgasm as my hand rapidly pounded my cock.  The hot jism pounding
against my guts threw me over the edge and my cock erupted with long ropes
of cum covering my chest and stomach.  Once all his love juice had been
forced out of his mighty balls, he kept slowly pumping his cock in me.  The
cock wasn't as hard and was beginning to deflate, but the ongoing fuck was
like the sugary after taste of a sweet chocolate pie.  It was delectable in
its lingering sweetness.  When fully deflated, Steve pulled his malleable
cock meat out of me and just laid on top of me.

After a while, we got up and got dressed.  I told Steve to grab his pack as
we were going to my house.  I checked out and the front desk clerk looked
at me with a knowing smile.  We got in my truck and went to my house.  I
put all his clothes, including the ones he was wearing into the washer and
cleaned them.  I gave Steve a bathrobe to wear while we waited.  He stayed
the night with me and we made love one more time before we both passed out
with smiles on our lips and wrapped tightly into each other's arms.

I invited Steve to stay with me until he was on his feet again and
hesitantly, he agreed.  Soon, with encouragement and some fine tuning on
his resume', he was able to get a job working in real estate.  Within a
year, he was a top selling agent.  No wonder, as he had a way of getting
rich, gay couples looking to buy oversized homes to match their egos.  I
bought him his initial few sets of business appropriate clothing, choosing
cuts and styles that accentuated his chest, bubble ass and hefty cock
mound.  They ate him up since he knew how to stroke their egos while
guiding them to the best buys he could find on the market for them.  His
clients passed his name around their rich friends.  Steve had found his
niche.

It's been 5 years now.  Steve was successful in his own real estate
business as a broker and had a small army of agents working for him.  I
continued my counseling of the neurotic and addicted.  Steve and I had
become equals in our loving relationship.  He never let his success go to
his head, because he knew it could all disappear in the blink of an eye.
With some additional guidance by me and a very savvy financial investor, he
was able to put his money to work for him.  Our love life is wonderful as
we make love every night.  I still never acknowledge pan handlers at the
end of highway exit ramps.  None of them give off the vibe that Steve had
so many years ago.  None of them deserved my time or resources like Steve
did.