I’d only been living in my condo for a few months. In fact, it had only been a few months since I could afford the condo. When the internet company I’d been working for was bought by a multi-conglomerate, my stock options, at long last, were worth something—namely my new home and a large chunk of change in my bank account. I’d also been able to quit my job and relax for a while.
That’s how I met Cam, actually. He was a regular homeless fixture on my building’s front stoop. He was there at all hours of the day and night, and we were forever saying hello to one another. He also received virtually all of my pocket money since I’d moved in. After all, I figured it was good karma to share my newly-acquired wealth.
Still, beyond the simple pleasantries we exchanged, plus whatever coins I handed him, and the fact that we knew each other’s names, we were nothing but passing strangers. Well, I was passing; he was always planted in front of my building, staring up and smiling at me like all the other homeless that I past in my somewhat-affluent neighborhood.
And yet, there was something different about this man. Unlike the other nearby vagrants, he stood apart. Oh sure, he was dirtied and disheveled, his hair long and in need of a washing, his beard unkempt and scruffy, but behind his startling blue eyes, there was a clarity. And the way he spoke, you could tell he’d been educated. And yes, at some point in his life, he must’ve been a handsome man. Often, I imagined what he would look like off the streets, clean and showered and nicely dressed. Even more often, I imagined what he looked like out of his filthy clothes and butt-naked.
Then again, soon enough, I wouldn’t just have to imagine it.
It had been raining hard that morning. I’d finished my morning cup of coffee at a nearby café and was running home in a futile attempt to stay dry. And there was Cam, as always, huddled beneath two feet of overhang and an already soaked piece of cardboard. Rain poured down his drenched head and got caught inside his dense beard.
He looked up when I approached, and my eyes locked on tight to his sapphire irises. He forced a smile. “Raining cats and dogs,” he said with a nod. “Where’s Noah when you need him?”
I grinned and handed him three quarters. My heart melted at his appreciativeness. Hurriedly, I climbed the stairs and went to open the building’s front door, but my hand froze on the spot. Despite my better judgment, I turned around. He was still staring at me with those fierce eyes of his.
“Um,” I said, shaking the water out of my umbrella. “Seeing as there aren’t any arks floating nearby, maybe you should come in and dry off.”
His smile widened. “You sure?” he asked. “I mean, you don’t even know me or anything.”
I returned his smile. “Heck, I know you better than anyone else around here. Besides, you’ll catch a cold, and the tenant’s association will blame me when they all get it.”
He didn’t need further prompting. Quickly, he got up, shook himself off as best he could, and followed me inside. My head raced as we rode the elevator in silence. If he was a robber, or worse, I thought to myself, this might be my last time heading home. Then again, he didn’t seem anything but down on his luck.
When we reached my front door, he took off his torn sneakers and equally torn socks. “Ready,” he eagerly proclaimed.
I looked at his nearly black feet and managed a, “Ready,” in return, before unlocking my door and inviting him inside.
“Wow,” he uttered, wide-eyed.
“Yeah,” I agreed, guiltily. I diverted his attention from my less-than-humble abode by adding, “Guest bathroom is down the hall. Help yourself to the shower, if you like. Leave your clothes outside the door and I’ll wash them. There’s also a spare toothbrush if you need one, and if there’s anything else you want, feel free to avail yourself.” I said this all in one breath and stared at him nervously. His piercing blue eyes stayed glued on mine. It was, to say the least, disconcerting. All of it.
Minutes later, I heard the shower running. I went and retrieved his fetid, tattered clothes and quickly dumped them into the washing machine. And then I waited. And waited.
Nearly an hour later, he emerged in nothing but a towel.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, heart suddenly pounding.
He responded with a broad smile. “I clean up nicely, don’t I?”
It was a gross understatement. The man was stunning. He’d obviously found scissors and a razor, and was now clean-shaven, his hair in a buzz-cut. More than ever, his jarring blue eyes beamed out at me. Even more distracting was his bare torso, which was covered in a fine spray of black hairs that trailed down his ripped abs and ended, from what I could see, in an equally black bush. Living on the street had obviously kept him lean and trim, his handsomeness merely hidden beneath all that hair and grime.
“I wouldn’t have even recognized you,” I finally managed to say, my Adam’s apple riding up and down my throat like an elevator car.
I took a seat on my sofa. He took a seat in a chair facing me. “Well,” he said, “this is the real me, I suppose. Before…”
He paused and cast his eyes downwards. “Before?” I asked, curious as to what brought him to this point in his life.
He crossed his hairy, defined legs before answering me. My eyes were greeted to a large set of nuts that hung down in clear view. My mouth nearly watered at the sight of them. He then told me his short but sad story.
“I had all my assets tied up in an internet company I’d created. Things were going really well. For a time, anyway. And then the market shifted. We lost most of our clients. The money bled out in no time flat. It wasn’t long before I lost everything. No home, no phone, no job. And no way to bounce back from something like that. Another year and maybe we would’ve been bought out, and I could’ve retired early. But that’s life, right?”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that was my life, in fact, in reverse. Instead, I said, “Um, would you like some clothes to put on? Yours are in the dryer.”
He paused, that glorious smile of his returning to his equally glorious face. “Well,” he said with a wink, “I could get dressed…but, better still, you could get undressed like me.” He all but panted that last part.
My heart practically leapt from my chest. Cam was hitting on me. That is to say, the new Cam. The hot, nearly-naked Cam. And, clearly, his gaydar wasn’t as broke as he was.
“Okay,” I replied. “If it makes you feel comfortable.” I was already unbuttoning my shirt before he could respond. Slowly, I removed it and placed it on the sofa. He smiled and bade me to continue. My pulse quickened as I reached for my belt and gradually slid it off. All the while, he stared and smiled. There was also a decidedly large lump forming beneath the towel.
“Pants, please,” he commanded, the need evident in his voice.
“Hold your horses,” I said.
He grabbed his cock and said, “I will, until it’s your turn to hold it.”
Hurriedly, I removed my pants, leaving me in nothing but my boxers. Cam noticed my straining dick and jumped off the seat he was sitting on. In a heartbeat, those amazing blue eyes were suddenly in front of my own.
“Hi,” he said, nearly in a whisper.
“Hi,” I replied as I inched my face even closer to his.
“Do you taste as good as you look?” he asked.
“Only one way to find out.” Our lips met in an instant. His were rough and demanding. Mine were accommodating. He jammed his tongue inside my mouth, and, for an instant, I felt my head spin as he eagerly clutched my back and pulled me hard against his chiseled body. We stood there like that for minutes on end, hungrily sucking at each other’s mouths and frantically rubbing our hands over each other’s hard bodies.
When we at last came up for air, he admitted, “Um, Steve, you should know, I haven’t had sex in over three years.”
I gulped and then grinned. “Then I’d say you were long overdue.”
With that, the towel dropped, as did my mouth. Cam was sporting some massive wood. Nine inches, easy, with a huge helmeted head that was pointing directly up at me. My own seven thick inches were out in a flash, and he was on his knees and taking me down his throat, virtually to the hilt, before he gagged and slowed down a bit.
“Yum,” he groaned, in between hearty slurps.
“Ditto,” said I, grabbing his head and coaxing him down my shaft. His mouth was like a velvet heaven, in fact, and I, needless to say, was on cloud nine.
Deftly, he worked his tongue around my leaking head and up and around my rock-hard cock, alternating between sucking and licking, until he made it down to my heavy balls. He popped each of them in his mouth, first one and then the other, rolling them around with his tongue. I moaned with a mixture of both pleasure and pain, my knees buckling at his exertions.
The tongue continued further south, first lapping at the area just below my nuts, and then lapping at my tight asshole. I propped a foot on my sofa to give him better access. He sat crossed legged beneath me and, with his head raised ceilingward, he licked and sucked and bit on my cheeks and my hole. Occasionally, he’d spank my ass as he delved his tongue further up inside me, until his entire face was buried snugly against my chute and my body felt like it was on fire.
And then, with my hole fully wet, a finger joined the tongue, and then two fingers, both pumping gently and rhythmically up my ass. I moaned in abandon and spit in my hand as I slowly pumped my cock with my fist and a warm shiver ran up my back. Obviously, sex was like riding a bike. Meaning, he hadn’t forgotten anything during those intervening three years.
“You do taste as good as you look,” he eventually said, with two fingers still up inside of me.
“Yeah, taste this,” I said, and slapped my cock on his newly shaven head.
Obediently, he leaned upward and again sucked up and down on the length of my dick, all the while massaging the deepest recesses of my hole, his eyes gazing upward, dazzling in their brilliance. It was all I could do to not come down his throat right there and then.
But I had other plans for this hot, hairy man.
Gingerly, I reached down and removed his probing fingers, and then I led him onto the sofa.
“Lie down,” I said.
He did as was told, and I bent over and kissed him softly on his lips. We never closed our eyes, never blinked once. We stared and kissed as my hands worked their way to his thick nipples. He groaned and arched his back as I tweaked first the right and then the left one, pulling and rolling them between my thumb and index fingers. I slapped his hairy chest as my mouth worked its way from his lips to his neck. He smelled like my aftershave, which oddly made the moment even more exciting. Next, I bit and sucked on the crook just between his head and his shoulder, while he grinned and giggled into my ear.
“Your beard tickles,” he said.
I slapped his chest harder and continued my way down his body. My mouth found his right nipple. I sucked and pulled and bit on it. His giggling stopped and was replaced by soft moans.
“Yeah,” he rasped.
“Yeah,” I whispered, and then targeted the left nipple.
My hands roamed the contours of his body, his flat, hairy abs, the smooth obliques, the curved sides, as I alternated between his sensitive nipples. Back and forth I went at them, each time causing a sigh or a groan to spew from his lips. And then I moved my mouth farther down, licking ever closer to that rigid, massive cock of his. My hands continued to work at his nipples as my face approached the prize.
It was like a bat jutting out from a thick, black nest of hair. A glistening drop of precome dribbled over the side of his huge head. I licked it up and then took the tip of his cock in my mouth. He tasted salty sweet, his dick pulsing in my mouth as he pushed it deeper inside. I’d had my share of big, thick cocks before, but this one took the cake. Heck, it took the entire bakery. Still, I worked it in and down until it was pounding at the back of my throat. I pulled hard on his giant balls and he slowed down his pace.
“Kind of lonely up here,” he said with a wink.
I knew what he was getting at and stood up and got on the sofa with him, placing my ass in his face as I continued to work my mouth down his huge rod. Again, he went tongue-diving up my rump, and again it wasn’t long before he was working those same two fingers in and up my asshole as he pulled my cock between my thighs and sucked eagerly at it.
I followed suit and rubbed a wetted finger around his tight, hairy hole before finally sliding it in, all the while slurping and sucking on his giant man-meat. He squirmed as I added another wet finger and glided it deep inside his ass.
Then we were both finger-fucking and sucking each other’s cocks in unison. Both our big, meaty balls were bouncing, both our cocks were sliding in and out of wet, hungry mouths, and both our asses were being pounded by two long, greedy fingers. It wasn’t long before I felt his prostate harden and his cock get even thicker and more rigid.
“Not yet,” he moaned.
I knew what he meant, knew what he wanted me to do next. I jumped up and ran to the bedroom for a rubber and some lube. When I returned, he was already on his back, on the floor, with his knees up to his chest.
I looked at his pretty pink, hairy hole winking up at me, and I grinned. I rolled the rubber over my cock as I watched him slowly stroke his giant prick, waiting for me to fill him with all my seven throbbing inches.
I got on my knees and ran my tongue around his crinkled hole, kissing it and sucking it and nibbling at it before finally sliding my tongue inside. He wasn’t lying about not having sex for so long; the man was tighter than a drum. So, while stroking his dick with one hand, I again loosened him up with the other, gently sliding one and then two fingers in and then up his bottom, until he was ready for the real deal.
“Fuck me, Steve,” he groaned. “Please. Now.”
Man, he was so damn hot, with his ass up in the air and those beautiful eyes of his staring at me, pleadingly. I bent forward and kissed him again as I put some Wet on my fingers and again worked his hole.
When he was lubed up, I positioned the head of my cock against his hole and my mouth over his right nipple. With a lick and bite, I gently pushed my cock forward. Cam sucked in his breath and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Slowly,” he cautioned. “It’s been a while.”
I moved my mouth to his other nipple and slid the head of my cock a millimeter forward and then backward, repeating this over and over again, until my head was all the way inside of him and he loosened his grip on my shoulder. Only then did he finally relax and exhale.
My mouth found his, and our eyes stayed locked on each other as I gently slid the remainder of my dick up inside him, until my balls finally slapped against his backside. He moaned and grabbed my butt cheeks to push me in as deep as I could go. And then I pulled back out and popped it back in, slowly, easily, and repeatedly. All the way in, all the way out, over and over, until his hole was opened wide. Then I rammed it in and fucked him good and hard. He panted and moaned as I pummeled his ass for all it was worth.
When I could feel he was ready to spew, I wrapped my hand around that big, thick cock of his, and I stroked and pumped him. In seconds, I could feel his dick thicken to its fullest, and he threw his head back and moaned long and deep. His cock erupted in a thick, continuous stream of come that splattered his perfect abs and chest and neck. A few drops even shot beyond his head. My own thick cock continued pumping, and then, with an equally loud groan, I came long and hard inside of him, my body trembling from stem to stern.
The smell of sweat and come filled my living room as I collapsed on top of him and kissed him passionately. Soon enough, my cock softened, and I tenderly pulled out.
He whispered in my ear, “Man, that felt good.”
I looked him deep in his stunning blue eyes and nodded my agreement. Then, glancing away from him for the first time that day, I noticed something. “It stopped raining,” I commented.
“Yeah,” he agreed, looking up and over his shoulder.
Quickly, I jumped up and ran to the dryer. I returned with his clothes, which were still ratty but at least clean. “Here,” I said, handing them to him. I toweled the two of us off, and then we got dressed. He didn’t say another word. When we were both again fully clothed, I ushered him out the door and back outside.
He stared at me dejectedly, and said, “Well, thanks again. For, um, everything.” And then he turned and walked a few steps up the sidewalk.
“Wait,” I yelled at him. “Where are you going?”
He forced a grin on his cleanly shaven face, then shrugged. “The world is my home,” he answered, the sadness suddenly returning to his handsome face.
I laughed. “Geez, what a corny line.” And then I reached inside my pants and tossed him the silver chain. “Besides, this is your home now. The world will have to do without you.” I was pointing to my front door and grinning from ear to ear.
“But I thought…” He palmed my spare set of keys in disbelief.
“What? I’m starving. Let’s go grab a bite and get back home. I gotta see how far we can get that huge cock of yours up my ass.”
Now it was his turn to laugh. Hugging me tightly, he looked up at me with those magnificent eyes of his and said, “Steve, I’d say we’re gonna go all the way with it.”