Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2005 18:45:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: C. McLamb <shabuchwae@yahoo.com>
Subject: Southern Workout

It can be very lonely traveling on the road,
especially when you're always traveling to small towns
like I do.  Half the time I'm lucky to even be able to
connect online, let alone find someone who's not
married to hook up with while I'm in town.  To make
matters worse, I have to travel with other folks from
work and room with them.  I only get a solo room to
myself three weeks of the year.  So, my hands tend to
be my best bathroom companions.

So I have a stint of trips down south. I'm about 30
minutes outside of Tampa, Florida.  I figure I'll at
least get online.  And I do.  I then figure I can
definitely find some ass, even if I need to get
someone from Tampa to drive down here and I pop for a
private room from my own pocket.

Four hours later I'm still on the computer.  Seems
like I can't finds anyone in the town I'm in and no
one from Tampa is up for the drive.  FUCK!  And
sometimes I just get discouraged, whack off and head
to bed.  But it has been at least a month since I got
some play and I am fiending for something!  Getting
fucked, fucking, hand job, don't care...I just need
human contact!

My roommate has been asleep for about 2 hours and he's
not waking up any time soon.  The dude has slept
through me wanking off while he was asleep,
forgetting, loudly moaning when I came and never even
budged.  So I figure, fuck, I'll look up some porn and
work myself off.

I leave the chat window open just in case and start to
polish my knob.  I'm about half way to my busting
point and I get an IM from some very light-skinned
papi.

"Wow!  Someone in this town who's actually hot!" typed
this southern guy.

"Yeah.  Thanks.  Looking for action.  Staying at the
Inn by the Bay.  You close and got a place?" I typed
back.

Turns out he lived about 20 minutes away.  He had no
place but was willing to travel to me.  And he was a
full bottom looking to get used.  Sweetness!  I don't
even care about this guy's pic.  I only care about his
mouth and ass.  He says his body is smooth and he'll
take it doggy.  So all I have to worry about is the
back and top of his head.

Now all we need is a place.

I call the front desk to get rates for a room.  The
dude at the front desk tells me they're all booked up!
 Since he was flirting with me earlier when I checked
in, I figured I might get a room out of him with some
big flirtation.  He likes what I'm giving him over the
phone and my promise to stop by later, but he can't
cough up a room.  As he's asking me when I'll be over,
I hang up the phone (I may be a fucking horny bastard,
but I wasn't horny enough to bust up in that shit!)

I tell the guy there are no rooms and I don't know of
many other places around the area.  I ask him if he
knows of any good places to park around town and I can
fuck him in his car.  He says he knows some places but
he's not going to be very comfortable in a car.

Yeah...I can feel him on that.  It does get awkward.
And he's about to run, and I tell him to hold on.  I
go around the hotel and search for a place outdoors to
fuck.  No luck.  Then I see the workout room.  It's
already midnight.  No one's working out this time of
night in this crappy hotel.  So I go inside to scope
things out.

The room is longer than it is deep.  There are no
cameras around.  All the lights turn out.  There are
only three apparatuses and one table.  No mirrors.  I
figure I can block the door with the table and do my
business on the floor and apparatuses and be good to
go.  See how fucking horny and desperate I was?

I'm running back to my room and hoping my on my
laptop.

"You still there??!!" I immediately type to him.

"Yeah.  I'm getting worked up looking at this pic of
your cock," he types back.

"Good.  You're gonna need plenty of spit to suck my
cock down.  I found a place.  It's in the hotel and in
private.  I'll meet you in front of the pool area and
we'll go from there.  Cool?!"

"Sounds like it could be sketchy man..."

"You want this phat cock or not?!"

"Yes!  I do!  I need it, man!  You sure it's safe...this
place you found?!"

"You think I'm going to risk getting caught,
especially when I'm here with my workmates??!!!"

"Makes sense.  Didn't think of it like that.  Alright.
 I'll be there in about 30-45 minutes.  Gotta clean up
first."  I get his cell from him, hop in the shower
myself and wait.

An hour goes by and he's not there.  So I hit him up
on his cell.  Turns out he's lost.  I'm talking to him
on the phone.  The guy sounds a lot more fem than I
usually like my guys to be.  But I'm horny and move
past this.

Then he starts asking me for directions!  Like I'm
going to know!  I try to remember landmarks on the way
in.  It takes about 20 minutes, but I get him to the
hotel.

I'm looking around to make sure no one is seeing me
around this car and the dude gets out of the car and
locks it up.  He has a bag with him.  Looks like your
typical lube, condom, poppers and toys hook up bag.  I
tell him to follow me.

I get to the workout room and key in.  I start to go
in to the room and then hear him call after me, "Wait
up!"

I peak my head out of the door and he's about two
rooms down from me and he's hobbling along with a
brace on his leg.  I have to admit, that set me back
for a second.

"It's cool.  Most guys don't know how to deal with it.
 That's why I don't tell most guys.  If you're not
cool with it I'll go home.  Or you can just think of
it as you having an advantage over me and I can't get
away if you start fucking me too hard."

He got this coy little smile on his face like it was a
challenge to me to be man enough to fuck a cripple.
So I had to step up to the challenge.

"Get your ass in there, gimp!"

That set the night off as being hot and playful.
Neither one of us was going anywhere soon.

Once I got him in and put the table up to block the
door, he was all mine.  Now, since I'm not some
asshole, I didn't want him to think I didn't care
about him.  He may be a hook up, but I'm sure he's
sensitive about his leg.  And, from the look of it,
this wasn't something he was born with.  So I start to
talk him up.

Turns out he got in a car accident and his leg has
been fucked up every since.  "I'm in therapy.  It
helps but not much.  Though I do know getting that
cock in my hands would help me out a whole hell of a
lot!"

Seemed like talk was cheap but gimp talk got him
going.  So I laid down some towels at the end of the
bench press machine, took off all my clothes, sat on
the edge of the bench, spread my legs and said, "Time
to feed, gimp."

Soon as he had his brace and clothes off, he went to
work.  My little gimp knew just the right angle he
needed to get my cock all the way down his throat
every time he took a dive down to my pubes.  I was in
heaven.

"You like that, don't you?  Bet you won't look at a
gimp the same way again," said my little faggot with a
big grin on his face as he took my cock down to the
hilt again.  But I had to be the one in charge, right?

"Damn right I won't.  But I'm wondering why your hands
aren't on my nipples.  I didn't see a brace on your
arms, now did I?!"

His hands shot right up to my nips without even taking
his eyes, mouth and throat off my cock.  He started
grabbing and pinching them like they were knobs on a
faucet.  Shit no!  I don't have those cow utter
nipples just yet.  So some delicate talent was in
order.

I take my hands, which are far larger than his, and
grab his wrists hard.  He stops moving his fingers on
my nips and looks up in to my eyes.  This horny little
gimp doesn't even make a sound or let my cock out of
his mouth; he's just staring up at me with these big
brown eyes and my spit-soaked cock lying in his mouth.

I look right down in to those eyes.  I was already to
be big, bad, butch top man.  But not with that look.
So I release my hold on his wrists, look back in to
those eyes with a grin on my face and say, "They're
not radio tuners, gimpy.  Pain is not on my agenda
tonight."

He goes right back to slaving on my cock and changes
his nipple work post haste.

Next thing I know he has me laying back on the workout
bench, moaning, eyes in the back of my head as he is
using every muscle in his mouth and tongue to work my
cock and finding the right combo of areola and nipple
tip to drive me wild!  Fucking lucky find with this
gimp!

I'm about to shoot a huge load down his throat if he
doesn't slow down with his "tongue pressure swirl as
he's deep throating my cock" move.

So I grab his hair ^Ö gently enough to not hurt him but
firm enough to control his head ^Ö and pull his face
off my crotch.  I always get myself right to the edge
when getting sucked off then pop my cock in their ass
to finish off.  This time my timing wasn't so great
and his skills were too sharp.  Right as the head of
my cock escaped his mouth, I ruptured all over his
face!  My cock muscles were spasming and my cum was
shooting out in wavy ribbons and splashing all over
his chest and face.

I'm breathing heavy while drool and cum are just
running down his face, on of his eyes shut to keep the
cum out.  I'm thinking he's going to get pissed.  You
don't just give a guy a facial ^Ö let alone inevitably
get some cum on his tongue ^Ö without his permission.

But he's sitting there on his haunches with a smirk on
his face and his cock harder than it had been yet.
Looks like he was all for it!  I still felt like I
should be courteous and apologize.

"Sorry, man.  I thought I could control myself.  Your
skills are fierce!"

"No need to apologize," said my little gimpy.  "I
should be thanking you."

And with that comment, he looks me dead in the eyes,
opens his mouth and goes right back on my cock,
cleaning the remaining cum right off!  THEN he leans
up, sticks his tongue out, licks whatever cum he can
off of his own face, and says, "Guess this means I
won't be getting fucked tonight..."

Needless to say, my cock is right back up with that
comment and those actions!  I just lean forward, pick
him up under his arms so that he's standing, toss him
down on the bench face first, and say, "You guessed
wrong, gimpy!"

I get behind him, put my right arm under his smooth
stomach, and use my left hand to push him on his
shoulders and bend him over.  His face is right near
the workout bench.  So I bend over, sliding my hand
down to his crotch and wrapping my big hands around
his cock, put my chest and stomach against his back,
bite his ear and whisper, "Climb aboard, baby boy..."

He inches forward with his elbows and forearms on the
workout bench.  He then gets his left leg up on the
bench but has some obvious trouble with his left.
He's been Mr. Tough Bitch up to now.  But I can see
his face getting a little red and his breaths coming
faster.  And I can't have him breathing hard if it's
not me making that happen.

I had stepped back to watch him get in to position.  I
love watching a bottom get in to that lovely doggy
position.  His ass just widens as he wiggles in to
place and my cock just gets jumping.  But I have the
perfect opportunity to make him want me more.

So I place my now warm palm on the small of his back
saying, "Relax.  I got you, baby boy..."  And I use my
left hand to lift his left leg onto the bench.  I
arrange his leg so those soft cheeks of his are spread
open and I can see that puckering hole with no
problem.

"Now you stay right there, baby, and I'll make that
ass feel real good."

My eyes never left his pucker because I knew how to
get a reaction.  And damn well did I!  No sooner did
my comment come out then he wiggled his ass while
shifting his weight from forearm to forearm and his
little pucker closed on itself and released.

FUCK, YES, BITCH!  GET THAT SHIT READY!

My dick is only half hard at this point.  So I need to
buy some time to get back in the game.  And that
perfectly smooth bubble ass just has to be mine!

So I just dive right on in.  Surprises the shit out of
me, as I never do that.  Surprised him, too, seeing
as, the second my tongue hits his whole, that pucker
goes dame tight and he gasps.  But he's mine and I
just push past that pucker with my tongue.

I put one hand on each of his ass cheeks, squeeze
them, spread them as hard as I can and just go wild.
It's like his ass is a juicy steak that I have to cut
in to and have all to myself.

He is squirming all over this bench and then he starts
panting, "My nipples.  My nipples!"  Don't have to ask
me twice!  Anything to get you loving my mouth and
just getting your man pussy dripping wet for every
inch and slam of my meat!

I decide to drive him a little crazier.  So I start
spitting on his asshole and getting that shit dripping
wet.  He is mine for the taking as his little pucker
has spread open and I can now see, feel and taste the
pink of his pucker opening up like a bud for me.

I move my thumbs in to his hole and start to work them
in with my fingers.  This boy is gonna be lubed up
like no one's business.  He is starting to make a
fucking hell of a lot of noise.  So I take one thumb
out, reach my hand to his mouth and cover it, saying,
"You want us to get caught in here?!  I know this shit
is good.  You just keep yourself as quiet as you can."


This boy must have been taught discipline by his folks
because he stopped whimpering, reached down to the
floor, grabbed a toy, put it in his mouth, bit down,
and kept moaning right in to it.  FUCK!

That little shit did just what it took to get my
soldier back in action.  So I give his hole one more
long, deep tongue thrust before getting my pants and
fishing out a condom.

Now, I don't know if I was out of them, forgot them in
my hotel room, what.  All I know is, there were none
in my pants!  FUCK!  And I know there is no way I can
get back in to my room to look for more.  My roommate
is a sound sleeper, but the second light is turned
back on after all the lights go out...BOOM!...he's up,
awake and bitching for the light to go out.

Then I remember the little bag my sexy cripple brought
in.

"Baby...you mind if I get a condom out of your bag?  I'm
out."

"You can look...but you won't find any.  Doesn't mean
you have to change your plans.  I'm yours for the
taking," was the reply I got back.  What??!!

"Man, you said you were clean.  How are you clean if
you're going around letting guys fuck you bareback?  I
can't stick my cock in you if that's your game."

I am pissed the fuck off!  I get down on the floor and
try to find my drawers.

"I can respect that.  But, as you probably know, not
many guys are breaking down doors to fuck a cripple.
And I haven't been with a guy in about three years.
And, as I've been tested since then, and you passed
the test of being an adamant condom user and not
wanting to get with a bareback slut, I leave my offer
on the workout bench for you."

My mind is reeling and my cock is growing full up
again and all I can do is look in his direction.  And
with that killer comment, he shifted his weight on the
workout bench, his pucker flexing and his ass
spreading wider.

I'm actually considering it!  I never do this.  I'm
Mr. Safe man!  I always use condoms...well...unless I'm in
a tested monogamous relationship.  I've never been in
this situation where I was thinking about doing it.  I
always tell the whores to fuck themselves and I get
out, finishing myself off later.

But his is all so new.  All those whores had already
sniffed and sucked down a few bottles of poppers, or
reeked of booze and meth.

This baby boy wasn't, though.  He was the real deal.
A pucker that took forever to loosen up.  A true
cripple.  Sweet.  Real.  Nice.  Sexy.  A loneliness in
his eyes that is true and undeniable.

Something clicked in me and I knew I was safe.  I was
scared shitless I would pop the second I started
sliding in to him.  But I knew we would both be safe.

I put down my clothes and wall over to him slowly.
It's time for a change in pace.  This man deserves to
feel cared for, not simply used as a piece of meat.

I rest the head of my cock on the entrance to his hole
and bend over to put our bodies together.  As my chest
and stomach rest on his back and my arms wrap around
his bodies, my cock head starts to slide on my saliva,
still clinging to his hole, sliding my cock head and
nothing more inside of him.

He shivers and lets out a sudden burst of faltering
air as my fingers brush his nipples and my voice
vibrates his ear.

"Don't you worry, baby.  I'm going to treat you like
gold."

"Why do the good ones always have to be from out of
town?!" he said, a sadness taking over his tone, the
muscles in his back tightening.

"Shhhhhhh....", I softly implored.  "Tonight is not
about sadness.  It's about living in this moment."

Smooth talker I am not.  I'm just a guy who knows what
it feels like to be deemed undesirable.  And I
couldn't let this man walk away from here feeling
completely used.  Even if I was only going to be in
town for the night, I'd try and make it a memorable
one for him.

 I kept my hold on him, my deep breaths inflating my
stomach and widening my chest ^Ö still against his back
^Ö as my mouth slowly kissed behind his ears, down his
neck and all over his back.

His back muscles released with every soft touch of my
lips, assisted by the soft circular enticement of my
fingertips on his erect brownish-pink nipples.

His breaths became more and more deep, his head
dropping towards the floor, his torso lowering towards
the workout bench, shifting his weight to his
forearms.

His back began to arch as his weight shifted down and
forward, inching my cock ^Ö lubricated by minimal
amounts of my own saliva ^Ö deeper into his body.  His
soft moans brought me to a fuller erection, eagerly
encouraged by his deep muscle relaxation and the
circular grinds of his hips, allowing me deeper in to
his person.

As my wavy mound of pubic hair brushed against his
entrance, we both paused, taking in deep breath and
releasing that same breath in tandem, perfectly
fitting and filling each other's needs and desires.

I kept my body pinned against his.  Only the smallest
droplets of sweat had begun to seep out of our pores,
lubricating our bodies, allowing my own dark nipples
pleasure as they rubbed against his smooth back,
bringing about my need to gyrate and pleasure my
crotch with this man's intensity.

There was no doubt in our minds how much we wanted
each other.  His ass seemed to open up to the perfect
enclosure for my cock's width and length, almost
seeming to lubricate its self to accept me fully.  And
my body desired nothing more than the deep, hard,
animalistic thrusts needed to concur and destroy,
though it knew that great care was needed for this
partnering.

I slowly brought myself in and out of him, lustily
greedy from the full friction feel of my unlubricated
cock pulling out of his gripping anus.  I would bring
my entire shaft out, leaving only the head in, and
then push myself back in.  Each and every time he
squeezed his hole to delay my withdrawal and opened
wide for my return.  The elite pleasure of these two
conjoined movements kept my cock buried deep inside of
him for minutes each time until my urge to explode
subsided and I could once more work at massaging his
passage.

As our sweat poured out heavier and heavier, the
friction lessened and my penetrations became more
fluid and increased in quantity.  I was able to
increasingly give in to the animalistic urges pulsing
through and overtaking my body.

I took my hand ^Ö which enveloped his stomach ^Ö away
and began to stroke his face slowly, passing the back
of my hand over his cheeks and down to his chin.  As I
groped his chin and turned his head towards me in
order to kiss him, I noticed tears running down his
face.

Worry spread across my face like fire engulfing a
towering structure, but he spoke to quell my fears.

"Please...don't stop...and don't worry...you're perfect.
You couldn't hurt me if you tried.  Please...take me as
hard and as long as you want.  Nothing could make me
happier."

I kissed him longer and deeper and with more passion
than I thought possible for anyone to muster.  It was
a brilliance that flowed through both of our bodies,
causing precum to drizzle from both of our cocks and
our pulses to race in perfect rhythm.

As I knew the precum would give me the further
lubrication I needed to fulfill such an inviting
request, I went to work.  I pulled myself up from off
of his back, keeping my cock buried nice and deep in
his ass.  I then pulled my cock out until the entire
shaft was exposed, head still in, and hawked the
largest wad of spit I could muster onto the top of his
ass crack.

As my spit slide down his crack, I pushed my
now-cum-and-spit-coated cock back in to his hole,
somehow reaching a new depth.

"Give me your hands," I commanded.

"I'm kind of using them to hold myself up right now,
babe."

"Did you or did you not say I could do whatever I
want?"

"That's what I said."

"And do you or do you not like to get used like a
piece of cum-drenched meat?!"

"That I do...SIR!"

"Forget what I told you about keeping quiet or you're
going to get more than cum leaking out of you."

"Yes, sir..." he squeaked, in a nearly inaudible
whisper, as he turned his head to the right, leaned
his cheek on the workout bench, redistributed his
weight, and brought both his hands behind his back,
crossing them to meet right above his ass.

"Now spread those cheeks wide open for me."

I slowly pulled my cock out of his ass, causing a
sucking, slurping sound as my cock exited his ass and
hung, hard and full, in mid-air.  As I looked at his
hole, still gaping open from the width of my cock, a
drop of precum spilled from my urethra and fell
silently to the floor.

He took the butts of his hands and rested them very
lightly on the outside of his ass, just past his hips.
 Then, with a decently audible smack, he slammed the
palms of his hands and his fingers onto his ass,
landing them about halfway between his hips and his
hole.

His pucker had almost completely closed on itself,
leaving a wet hole glistening from the few rays of
street lamp's light that came through the glass-paned
door.  When he spread his cheeks for me, his hole
opened up just a bit ^Ö a temptation beyond
imagination.

I still wanted to be nice and make sure my boy didn't
bleed like some newly fucked prom date.

I inched my cock in very slowly, approaching with care
and penetrating with reasonable ease.  I then started
pulling my cock all the way out very slowly, leaving
in only the very tip of my cock, and then ramming my
cock in all the way as fast and hard as I can.  The
muscles ripple and tighten on his back as he fights to
keep his hole from gripping my cock, knowing that will
push him past his limit of pleasurably ass pain during
what he knows will be a fuck to lust after for years
to come.

I repeat this process over and over again until my boy
gains control of his whole, tensing when I withdraw
and releasing when I plow in.  My cock fees like it
gets wider with every thrust as I move my eyes back
and forth from my boy's ass ^Ö watching my cock raping
that hole ^Ö and his back, pushing the nap of it down
every time it gets a little too rounded.

Once I know his hole is good for the taking, I pulled
his hands off his ass ^Ö giving him the cue to brace
his weight with his arms and - and I wrap my hands
around his hips and stand still.  I figure it's time
to give my legs and abs a rest and work my arms.  We
are in a workout room, after all.

I pull his ass back on to my cock, ramming him with
the strength of my arms back on to my crotch, making
sure my pubes are smashing in to his hairless hole.  I
built up to a solid rhythm, but nothing near what I
wanted.  I needed my hips to get us all the way.

I whipped my hands one at a time from his hips to his
shoulders, ready to wail on this boy until he broke
apart or I exploded; I really didn't care which
happened first.

"Relax and trust me if you don't want to get hurt,"
was all I could say before I started pounding warp
speed on this boys ass.  I was panting, my sweat
dropping down on his back and he was moaning and
groaning and near yelling from the pressure of my cock
repeated filling his ass and slamming that prostate.
We had to be some of the noisiest bitches in the town,
with neither one of us remembering where we were or
the environment we had to uphold.  All that matters
was a most brilliant fuck.

 Even if he had asked me to stop, his words would have
fallen on deaf ears.  I was a fucking animal!
Pounding him with no regard to anything but myself,
although knowing deep down he loved every fucking
moment.

I remember the feeling of my balls slapping back and
forth, hitting my thighs, his ass, everywhere.  But,
in one hard thrust deep into my boy, my balls
tightened up and held fast to crotch.  I didn't even
feel precum drip.  My crotch went right in to shooting
mode.

"I gotta pull out before I spray your ways, baby."

"NO!  Cum inside of me.  Please!  I need you to breed
me!"

I didn't even have time to ask him the courteous, "Are
you sure?!"  All I could do was speed up my thrusting
^Ö which I already thought to be impossible ^Ö and spray
into his cavity.

As I sprayed my first of six huge blasts of man juice,
I dropped my chest to his back, and wrapped my arms
all the way around his body.  This was as much to make
sure he wasn't going anywhere until I was fully
unloaded as it was to make sure I didn't fall over in
sheer ecstasy.

My body was convulsing and shivering with every blast
I sent in to my boy.  And he was squirming and raging
beneath me, his hole going crazy, spasming around my
cock, causing my blasts to be frequent and high in
intensity.  He's screaming, "Oh, Lord!  Yes!  Good
God!  Yes!  Don't stop!"  He's shooting wads of cum on
the workout bench without even touching himself, and
we're both praying this moment lasts as long as
humanly possible.

We are both in the middle of what must have been three
simultaneous orgasms, when, with my cheek pressed
against my boy's sweaty back, I see the light of a
flashlight coming down the outside hallway toward the
workout room!  FUCK!  I knew we had been making way
too much noise but it was so late I didn't think we'd
get discovered.

My baby boy was in too much ecstasy to realize we were
being interrupted, but I knew it had to be the guy at
he front desk.  I also knew, sure as shit, after
turning down his advances earlier, my ass would be in
jail for this for sure.

Without any thought, I tightened my hold on my boy
with my right arm, covered his mouth tightly with my
left arm and picked him up off the bench.  I'm sure
his eyes were as wide as his hole.  But I knew he saw
someone coming in as I felt all his muscles, included
his sphincter, tense when he saw the door.

I turned my head around and walked backward, making
sure not to make a sound or to run in to a wall or ay
other equipment.  I had been surveying the room before
just to make sure no people or cameras were around,
and had noticed that one area had no light seep in to
it from outside.  I bee-lined for that corner, in
hopes that his white skin would not catch any light
from the door being open.

To this day I don't know why he didn't turn on the
lights.  But he just took his flashlight and shone it
around the door area.  My muscles relaxed a bit as I
figured we were in the clear...when our lovely motel
clerk's flashlight took a shine to my boy's shirt,
which one of us must have thrown by the door in our
lust.

At that exact moment both of us tensed in added
fright, causing my still hard cock to fall out of my
boy's ass.  The feeling of your cock sliding out of an
ass after you've shot and the feeling you get when a
top pulls out of you after you've come are two of the
most intense feelings on the planet, at least for this
man.

As soon as I felt the air-conditioned air blow against
my wet cock, my hand instinctively tightened over my
boy's mouth and I buried my own face deep into his
back to muffle every sound resulting from the intense
shivers going throughout my entire body, nearly
causing my knees to buckle underneath of me.

As we were stifled our breathing, the clerk bent over
to pick it up, flipped it around in his hands a few
times as he stood up and then started mumbling about
how unappreciative the fucking guests are, never
thinking about how someone has to pick up after their
shit...bleh...bleh...bleh...and he turned around, mumbling to
himself, slammed the door shut, and stormed off.

I held my boy tight against me for as long as I could
until his weight was too much for my arms to hold in
the midst of such drama.  I let him go gently, almost
forgetting about his bum leg.  He held on to me,
keeping his arms around my neck.

He turned around and we looked into each other's eyes,
breathing heavily, though soundlessly.

"Story for the grandkids, huh?!", said my coy, spent,
little boy.

"Yeah!" I exclaimed, still not quite sure what had
just happened.  "I guess we better get dressed and get
the hell out of here, huh?" I suggested.

"But, sir, you're still all messy.  May I have the
pleasure, though I am not worthy, of cleaning you,
sir?"

He bowed his head and crossed his arms at the wrists,
cupping his hands around his now shrunken erection.  I
could be a harsh son-of-a-bitch, but who was I to deny
a boy his simple pleasures?


		derrick jones