Date: Thu, 12 May 2011 22:06:03 +0000
From: Ryan Murray <ryandmurray@cyberservices.com>
Subject: Airport Homeless Kid

Ryan Murray deftly swung his glossy black minivan into the service lane
that separated two of the larger airline terminals at LAX.  The tall, lanky
27-year-old in slacks and crisp polo shirt was such a familiar sight that
the airport employees didn't seem to even notice him going in and out of
the terminals to repair the many ATMs scattered throughout the airport.
The machines jammed or ran out of paper or otherwise malfunctioned so often
that on any given day Ryan would spend most of his afternoon and evening at
the huge, complicated international airport.

Lately he had been watching the airport cops as he pushed his little cart
through the various buildings, and realized that they, too, no longer
seemed to notice him.  He was part of the furniture, and wasn't even on
their radar screen.  The parking security ignored him, the taxi drives
ignored him, he could come and go as he pleased and not be noticed.  His
minivan had the necessary stickers to allow him to park pretty much
anywhere he wanted.  It also had tinted windows all around, so no one
outside could see inside.  Perfect.

It was near lunchtime, when Ryan would get the usual hour's break from
twelve to one, and he had decided this morning that today would be the day.
He climbed out of the minivan but left his service cart and tools inside.
The little vehicle chirped loudly as Ryan locked the doors, just to make
sure the tools of his trade didn't disappear during his break.

There were several types of homeless young men around the airport, he had
noticed.  Some called themselves gutterpunks, and were always giving the
airport police attitude and drawing attention to themselves.  They dressed
in worn, dirty but surprisingly hip clothing -- skin-tight pants, huge
clunky Docs or Chucks on their feet, and army fatigue jackets -- and even
their messy hair seemed somehow surprisingly hip.  They nested together in
little tribes, watched out for each other fiercely, and were always in the
face of the cops.  Ryan tried to avoid the gutterpunks, even though several
of them, he had to admit, were pretty cute.

Ryan walked to the far end of the airline terminal, took a quick glance
around, and stepped behind a row of newspaper racks.  A young man about
nineteen or twenty sat on the concrete between the racks and the wall, and
looked up as the neatly dressed ATM tech approached him.

Ryan had noticed the young homeless man nearly a month before, and had been
watching him.  He was one of the young loners, another of the several types
of airport homeless, and he stayed as far away from the gutterpunks as Ryan
did.  He was dressed the same every day, wearing what Ryan figured were
probably clothes from the last group home he ran away from or got kicked
out of.  The young loners were mostly runaways who had "aged out" of the
social services that had kept them off the streets, and ended up with few
if any good options.  This one clearly had no options left, good or bad,
and that made him perfect for what Ryan had in mind.

Besides being very young looking, this one was unquestionably cute and
would probably be a real stunner if anyone ever cleaned him up, something
Ryan had no intention of doing.  He wanted this one just the way he was.
His jeans were filthy and beltless, his t-shirt with the logo of a brand of
Mexican beer was mottled with stains and dirt, and he wore a pair of ratty,
dirty socks without shoes.  His rimless round glasses gave him something of
a John Lennon look.  His hair, long and straw blond, was a tangled mess.
Most of the loner boys carried a small backpack; this one, for whatever
reason, didn't have one.  He pushed his glasses up his nose and looked at
Ryan curiously.  Ryan spoke as gently as he could.

"Hi.  Mind if I sit and talk?"

"Kay," the young man croaked, then cleared his throat and said it again a
bit more loudly.  He probably didn't do a lot of talking.

The smell of dried sweat, filthy clothing, and from the looks of the
t-shirt, dried vomit, almost made Ryan vomit himself as he sat down.  He
turned toward the boy, and found himself looking into the most perfectly
beautiful light brown, almost amber, eyes he had ever seen, slightly
magnified by the glasses.  The quiet ATM repairman was hooked at first
sight, but still struggled to keep his gag reflex down.  Ryan had eaten
only plain bread with a glass of milk before he left for work; he planned
to make contact with the homeless boy today, and wanted something bland in
his stomach to help him fight his body's natural urge to retch.

"My name's Ryan," he said in the same gentle tone.  He imagined the boy
wasn't used to having conversations.  The boy blinked and seemed to think
about the name for a moment, then cleared his throat again and spoke.

"Is this about some religion?  No offense but I'm just not interested in
that."  With everyone from Hare Krishnas to Mormons prowling the airport at
all hours, Ryan wasn't surprised that even the homeless guys got preached
at occasionally.

"No religion," Ryan answered with a gentle smile.  "I see you here every
day and thought I'd say hi and talk."

The boy looked back with a blank expression, and finally spoke.

"I'm Kevin.  I've been here six months and you're the only person other
than the cops who's ever talked to me."

Ryan extended his hand to shake Kevin's.  The boy looked at Ryan's hand
suspiciously, then grasped Ryan's hand tightly for just a moment, and their
eyes locked.  Good enough, Ryan thought.

"Where are you from?" Ryan asked.  "I grew up here in L.A."

"Sacramento."

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen."

Nineteen years old, Ryan thought, suddenly feeling his dick getting hard.
He tried to ask his next question as gently and softly as he could, as he
knew this one would make or break the whole deal.

"Would you like to hang out for a while?  I've got an hour break.  If you
want I'll get you a burger and fries at the drive-thru."

Kevin looked down at his socks with a sad expression.

"If this is some kind of joke it's fucking mean."

"No joke, Kevin," Ryan answered with an innocent smile.  "I'll buy you
lunch, and we can hang out and talk."

The minivan seemed like a torture chamber to Ryan with the windows rolled
up and Kevin's smell filling the small car, but he couldn't take the risk
of anyone spotting him with his new friend.  As he drove down Century
Boulevard to the fast food restaurant, Ryan tried to breathe through his
mouth only.  It was all he could do to keep the bile from rising in his
throat from the stink of Kevin's body and clothes.  Even so, Ryan felt his
stiff dick pressing against his work slacks.  His plan was working.

Ryan was a little bit hungry, but didn't order anything for himself at the
drive-thru.  He knew he could never keep the nausea down if he ate.  Kevin
got a double cheeseburger, large fries and a large soda.  They parked in a
far corner of the parking lot behind the restaurant.  The parking space was
the only one on the far side of the trash dumpster, and mostly hid the
minivan from view.  Ryan gratefully rolled the windows down and got a short
break from the smell.  Kevin ate like he was starving, thanked Ryan
sincerely for the meal, and talked about Sacramento and the group homes.
He seemed happy just to be away from the airport for a while.

"I gotta piss from that soda," Kevin said, "would it be all right if I take
a piss behind that dumpster?"

"If you'll let me watch," Ryan replied.  The look of suspicion flickered
across the boy's face again for a moment, then he opened the door of the
minivan and stepped out.  Ryan could hardly believe his luck, this was
going to make everything much easier.

Kevin's jeans were not buttoned at the top, and he pulled the zipper down
and let the fly hang open.  He wasn't wearing underwear, and had a small
amount of dark black pubic hair, not unusual for blonds.  He pulled his
dick out and held it loosely between his thumb and forefinger, then looked
up at Ryan.

"Can you see okay?"

"Fine."

Ryan could see the muscles tighten and loosen slightly in the boy's lower
abdomen, and in a moment a stream of dark yellow urine painted the dumpster
and pooled on the concrete behind it.  Kevin leaned forward and watched
closely, his own dick straining against his slacks again.  Kevin was fairly
well hung, cut, with a large plum-shaped head.  It was surprisingly fairly
clean and didn't have any sores or other bad signs.  When the urine stopped
flowing, Kevin still held his dick out and looked up at Ryan.

"That what you wanted?"

Ryan nodded.  "Thank you."

"No problemo."  Kevin tucked his dick back inside and pulled up the zipper
before stepping back into the minivan.  Ryan rolled the windows back up,
put his hand on the homeless boy's shoulder and looked him in the eyes with
the most innocent and non-threatening look he could muster.

"Do you think you'd be interested in making some money?"

"Probably," Kevin answered, face blank.

"How much money is a lot of money to you?"

"Anything, to be honest," the boy replied.  "Ten bucks.  I haven't had any
money at all for months."

"I'll give you twenty to let me suck your dick till you cum."  Ryan pulled
a twenty from his wallet and held it out to Kevin, who looked at it
silently for a few moments, swallowed hard, then took it and stuffed it
into a pocket of his jeans.

The boy raised his butt off the right seat of the minivan and shoved his
jeans down to his knees.  His ball sac was pink and bulging with large,
egg-shaped balls, and his dick flopped back onto his belly, spread out for
Ryan to see and enjoy.  Ryan could see what appeared to be dried cum stuck
to Kevin's pubic hairs.

"Do you jack off a lot?" Ryan asked.

Kevin let out a long sigh.  "Couple times a day.  It's the only fun I
have."  He was silent for a few moments before speaking again in a
near-whisper.  "I know how dirty I am down there, dude.  I'll give you your
money back if you can't go through with it."

The concentrated smell of the boy's body odor in the car was almost
overpowering, but Ryan knew better than to open a window and risk anyone
seeing Kevin.  He wasn't going to ask for his money back -- he would let
the kid keep the twenty either way -- but Ryan wasn't sure at all he could
go through with his fantasy.

"Could you get naked for me?  Please?"  Ryan asked as softly and gently as
he could, he wanted Kevin to feel safe and at ease.  Kevin pushed his jeans
down to his feet and kicked them off, then pulled his t-shirt off over his
head and tossed it on the floor of the car on top of the jeans and relaxed
into the minivan's bucket seat.  When the smell of the boy's entire naked
body hit him, Ryan tasted sour bile and forced it back down with a hard
swallow.  The kid was giving him everything he wanted, it would wreck it
all now if he started retching or worse.  Ryan had been obsessed for months
with the fantasy of giving oral sex to a young homeless man.  He could
barely believe he actually had a filthy, stinking, homeless 19 year old boy
completely naked in the minivan waiting for Ryan to blow him.

Ryan put his right arm around Kevin's thin shoulders and started massaging
the homeless boy's dirty, sweaty chest and stomach with his free hand.
Kevin took off his glasses and carefully set them on the dashboard of the
van.  Ryan looked into the boy's peaceful amber eyes for a long moment.
Kevin settled back against Ryan's arm, closed his eyes, and whispered "That
feels nice."

Kevin's body was pale skin stretched tightly over a rack of bones.  He
looked like what he was, a teenage kid who hadn't eaten much in six months.
His nipples were flat, ruddy pink and about the size of a quarter.  His
belly button was an outie the size of a gumball.

Ryan leaned over, took Kevin's soft dick gently in his hand, and began
licking the head of it with his tongue.  The taste of the boy's skin was
like sour milk mixed with dog sweat and the smell of a cum rag that hasn't
been washed in too long.  Kevin's dick stirred slightly and slowly began to
stiffen.  The homeless teen let out a long breath and whispered "I don't
know how you can stand to do that, but fuck, that feels good."

Ryan looked up into Kevin's eyes for a long moment.  "I'm glad you like
it."

Kevin's lips trembled and a tear ran down his left cheek toward his chin.
"No one has touched me in six months.  When you shook my hand back at the
airport, that was the first touch I had had from anyone in six whole
months."

Ryan decided he was going to give his new friend a mind-bending blowjob, no
matter how horrible it smelled or tasted.  He kissed the head of Kevin's
dick passionately until he was hard, then slurped all seven filthy,
stinking inches into his mouth and started sucking it, applying just the
right amount of suction with his cheeks and using his tongue to give the
boy the sensation of a pussy.

Kevin began to moan, his voice seeming to come from deep within.  The
amber-eyed teen ground his hips into the bucket seat like he was giving it
a lap dance as Ryan gave him the blowjob of his life.  After nearly three
minutes of moaning and grinding the boy shuddered suddenly and moaned
loudly, then pushed Ryan's head down with his hands and lifted his hips up
off the seat.  Two shots of hot semen hit the back of Ryan's throat, and
more shots filled his mouth as he continued to suck.  Kevin held Ryan's
head tightly between his large hands until the squirts subsided.  When the
boy let go and collapsed into the bucket seat completely spent, Ryan
swallowed hard and licked his lips.  Kevin was staring at him, his clear
brown eyes nearly crossed and his mouth open and panting.  Ryan began
rubbing the boy's smooth chest again, and leaned over and kissed him gently
on the mouth.

"Thanks," Ryan whispered.

"What's your name again?"

"Ryan."

"Ryan, that... I'm not gay, but that felt fucking awesome, man."

Ryan looked deeply into Kevin's spectacular eyes.  "I don't know if you'll
believe this, but I like you.  A lot.  I work at the airport every day.  I
was wondering if you enjoyed this enough to hang out with me again
tomorrow."

"Hell fucking yes.  This was... jesus this was nice, Ryan.  I can't believe
YOU want to do this again."

Ryan put his head on Kevin's shoulder and whispered, "Hell fucking yes."