"DOWN & OUT" from the files of TABOO TOPICS (714) 240-8480
I'm sure as hell glad I've got the next couple of days off," my partner Ed groused as he brought the car to a halt. "I hate this shit!" We had just gotten off work and Ed had offered to give me a ride from the precinct station. I usually walk, but the wet snow was already ankle deep and my usual routine of walking the twenty blocks back to my apartment on the crest of Capitol Hill wasn't particularly appealing.
"See you on Thursday afternoon, Ed," I said as I stepped out into the icy wind that was blowing the snow in drifts around the doorways of all the shops on Broadway. The side streets were already looking impassable, so I had offered to walk the final four, steep blocks up to my place. "Tell Helen to keep your ass nice and warm."
"Fat chance," Ed muttered glumly, waving as he drove off down the street. I turned up the collar of my jacket and hunched up my shoulders, trying my best to shield my ears from the cold. There wasn't another soul out on the streets at that hour. That was one good thing about a snowstorm in Seattle the crime rate dropped to damn near nothing, at least for twenty-four hours or so. I hurried to the corner of Thomas Street, then faced the wind and began the trudge home.
Luigi's, the little Italian restaurant across from my apartment building, was shut up tight as a drum. There were usually a few late diners, but either Luigi or the snow had driven them out early. The clock in the Episcopal church at the far end of the block dolefully chimed twice, the sound seeming to echo forever in the winter silence. I was turning to unlock the lobby door. Then a movement in the alley next to Luigi's caught my eye.
I stepped back to the sidewalk and walked a few paces till I could see clearly into the alley. The snow reflected the light from the street lamp, making the area bright as day. A man was standing in front of the restaurant's dumpster, holding the lid open and surveying the contents. There were quite a few vagrants in the neighborhood and Luigi s dumpster was a popular spot. Since I always set out anything edible in paper cartons on the top of the garbage bin, street people in the know made the alley a regular stop. I could have told the guy that by this hour there wasn't going to be anything worth digging out.
He pulled out what looked to be a piece of bread, wiped it on the sleeve of his jacket, then raised it to his lips. I stomped my feet noisily, just to let the dude know that he was being watched figuring that way he wouldn't decide to attempt a break-in for his second course. He spun around and looked at me, the bread dropping at his feet. He took a step forward, lost his balance and fell to his knees. Then, as I watched, he crumpled slowly, sprawling face down in the dirty slush around the dumpster. He tried to push himself up, but his arms collapsed and he sank back down, lying there still and silent.
"Shit!" I muttered aloud. I was off duty, but I sure as hell couldn't leave the poor bastard to freeze. I crossed the street and knelt beside him. When I rolled him over, my heart felt like it skipped a beat. I had been expecting one of the familiar street types a chronic drunk or a pusher who had sampled too much of his own stuff not the angelic features that suddenly confronted me. This guy couldn't have been much over twenty, his silky blond hair sprinkled with snow. His long lashes fanned out over his prominent cheekbones and his lips were full and sensual. I put my fingers to his neck; he was alive, but he wouldn't be for long if I didn't get him inside. He was wearing a thin T-shirt and a Levi jacket that wasn't doing much to keep out the wet or the cold.
"Please." he weakly whispered, his eyes briefly fluttering open. He tried to raise his hand, but it fell uselessly back onto his chest.
"It's okay, buddy," I said, scooping him up into my arms and retracing my steps to my apartment. "I won't let you freeze." I carried him into the lobby, fully intending to call an ambulance and have him taken to the county hospital. Then, on an impulse, I decided to take him up to my apartment. Maybe I felt sorry for him and didn't want to turn him over to the tender mercies of the charity ward or maybe I liked his weight in my arms and figured I didn't want to spend another night in my gloomy apartment, staring at the ghostly images on the TV. Whatever the reason, I punched the elevator button and waited as the unreliable old contraption clattered noisily down the shaft.
The warmth revived the kid somewhat. He was groaning by the time the elevator rattled to a stop on seven and his brilliant blue eyes were opening as I fumbled with the lock on my door. I lay him on the sofa, then went to get a blanket out of the hall closet. His clothes were wet and I figured warming him up would be my first order of business. By the time I returned to the living room, he was struggling to sit up.
"You're okay, buddy," I said gruffly, kneeling to untie the frozen knots of his tennis shoe laces.
"I wasn't stealing, sir. Honest I wasn't!" His voice quavered with apprehension and he cowered fearfully when I looked up from my task.
"Don't let the uniform scare you," I said, smiling slightly at his reaction.
"I'm off duty. This is strictly my good deed for the day."
"It's just that I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten for a long time." He sat forward and licked his chapped lips.
"If you think you can manage to get out of those clothes and wrapped up in this blanket, I'll go out to the kitchen and see what I can rustle up."
He nodded eagerly and I left to scout out my sparse food supply. I usually ate out because I hate eating all alone even a stool at the diner counter is better than total solitude. But I found a can of soup and a box of stale crackers. It wasn't much, but it beat the hell out of Luigi s dumpster at least at this late hour of the night.
I heard a noise in the living room and stuck my head through the doorway. My houseguest was standing, fighting his way out of his jeans. My eyes strayed hungrily over his body. So many days without food had pared every spare ounce of flesh from his frame, revealing each individual muscle. From the looks of him, at one time he had taken very good care of his body. He was tight and well-developed. His pecs bulged out sharply above his ribcage, crowned with big pinkish brown nipples, still drawn up into thick fleshy points from the cold. His belly curved back sharply towards his spine, each ridge clearly cut beneath his pale, hairless skin. The bush at the base of his cock was the same silvery blond as his hair, and it looked as silky. His dick evidently hadn't lost any of its bulk, it hung down long and thick, a big vein pulsing along the back of the broad shaft. The head was reddish pink, arrow shaped and pleasingly plump. His nuts were on the same heroic scale, hanging heavily in a hairless bag that was the same rosy color as his knob.
He looked up at me and smiled weakly, pulling the blanket over his broad shoulders and sitting back down on the sofa. I returned to the kitchen and noisily clattered a pan on the stove damn near as close to perfect as I could imagine and the thought made me nervous, I was lonely, sure, but it would be pretty stupid to have anything to do with some dude I'd just scraped out from under a garbage dumpster. No, I'd just feed him and send him on his way.
"Soup is all I could manage," I announced, setting the bowl down on the table in front of the sofa. He leaned forward and started greedily slurping the soup. The blanket slipped from around his shoulders as I stood behind him, staring at the fine down that trailed from the nape of his neck, along his spine. It was all I could do to prevent myself from reaching out and stroking his hair. I jammed my hands in my pockets and forced myself to look beyond him, staring out the window at the big flakes of snow splattering the sooty panes.
"Thank you," he said as he finished the last of the glass of milk I'd brought with the soup. "If you hadn't come along, I probably would have died out there. I'm so tired," he sighed, pulling his feet up and sinking down into the soft cushions.
"I really don't think you should..." I stopped short. The bastard was already asleep, his steady breath a soft, soothing sound in the early morning silence. I shook my head in resignation, tucked the blanket around his feet and turned out the lights thinking I'd let him stay the night, then send him on his way.
I got undressed, brushed my teeth and climbed wearily into bed. I closed my eyes, but instead of sleep, my brain served up a Technicolor fantasy, starring the blond in the next room. I tossed and turned, but I couldn't shake the vision. He was standing at the foot of my bed, legs spread slightly, his big cock and balls gently swinging back and forth. My own prick was poking me in the belly, so hard the fat shaft ached and throbbed, demanding immediate attention. I rolled over on my back and kicked back the covers, looking down along the planes and angles of my hairy torso.
For a man of forty-two, I was in damned good shape, mainly as a result of pumping iron at the gym three times a week. I'd seen too many of my old police academy buddies go to seed guts steadily expanding, butts demanding ever larger uniform pants and I was too vain about my body to follow the same path. Bottom line, I still wore the same size uniform that I had when I joined the force twenty years ago. My hair was thinning a little at the crown and I had a few flecks of gray at the temples, but I was still solid as a rock.
I also had the libido of a twenty-year-old, at least that night. My whole body was tingling as I imagined clamping my hands on the blonde's tight ass, pulling him forward till my forehead slapped against his hard belly I could still remember how he smelled when I stood behind him while he ate. I'd smelled alot of bums in the course of keeping the streets safe for the folks who paid my salary, but he didn't smell anything like them. The scent that filled my nostrils was of clean sweat and male sex.
My cock urgently flexed in my palm at the thought. I stroked my long pecker, my callused fingers running along the old familiar path. My jizz oozed out, clear and sticky, drooling out the gaping cumhole, down onto the mat of hair on my gut. I ran my free hand along the long dark hairs that grow in the valley between my pecs. My fingers glided across the muscles off my chest, grazing my hard nipples. Then I groaned and thrust my hips up off the bed.
Even with my dick rockhard, the foreskin still clung to its fat head. I squeezed the base of my root, then reached down and slowly peeled back the velvety cap, revealing the dark, purplish knob beneath. I fingered the tingling skin, tickling the trigger of nerves just below the ridge. My nuts shifted in their hairy bag and started climbing the cords. The 610nd bombshell was also hard by then, still standing at the foot of the bed, smiling seductively. I licked my lips, pursing them just like I would if one of his succulent tits had been within my reach.
I tightened my body, getting off on the way my muscles felt as they shifted and strained against each other. The long muscles on the tops of my thighs bulged as I curled my toes and took a long, deep breath. My pecs, always big, knotted with the tension in my body, the nipples tingling as they swelled into tight, thick points. I started jacking off, my left hand firmly anchored on my hot meat, the right one roaming freely over every familiar pleasure starved inch of my rangy frame.
My blond dreamboat was now straddling my hips, his rose-colored asshole barely out of reach of my cockhead. whacked away furiously, my ball riding Up and down the shaft as I snapped my foreskin back and forth. The honey was squirting out of me lubricating my fist as I tried to put out the fire in my groin by hand. I found my left nipple and grabbed it between thumb and forefinger, pulling it out taut, twisting it hard enough to send a spark arcing down to my groin. I liked the feeling so much that I tried it again. My hips gave a jerk, the muscles in my hairy ass knotting up tight. Then I kicked into overdrive, my hand pumping so fast it was only a blur between my legs.
My breath started coming in harsh gasps as I felt that unmistakable sensation in my nuts. My dick flexed and the head swelled to twice its normal size, making the cum hole stare up at me like a blind eye. A few more frantic strokes and I was there. I stopped my hand action and pointed my prong into the air, watching as the first big drop of jizz oozed out, quivering on the tip. Then my entire body shook and the first shot spouted out, splattering across my chest.
The smell of my own funk was too fucking much to take. My mouth flew opened as my second wad blew skyward. It was a good one splashing all over my face and neck. My tongue shot out, lapping up a thick glob of the spicy goo. I held it on my tongue, savoring the rich taste before letting it slide slowly down my throat.
I pumped my pecker a few last times, adding to the white pool forming in my navel. When I had squeezed out the last drop, I let my dick slap against my belly. Then I set to scooping up every spicy drop of my cum, eating it like a starving man. When I had licked my fingers clean, I tucked my hands behind my head and closed my eyes imagining my blond phantom nestled by my side, his head heavy on my chest.
When I got up the next morning, I stumbled into the bathroom to piss, then headed down the hall to the kitchen. At the doorway to the living room I stopped suddenly, startled by the sight of a stranger sprawled out on the sofa. Then I remembered: It was the blond, alive and in the flesh.
He was still asleep, a beam of sunlight making his hair glow like spun gold. The blanket covering him had slipped down, revealing the firm, hairless cheeks of his ass. His right leg was drawn up slightly, revealing just a glimpse of his tight little pucker. It was the same faint pinkish-brown color as his nipples and it took all of my self-control not to lean down and lap at it with my tongue.
I started to go back into the bedroom and get my robe, but the blond stirred and opened his eyes. "Good morning," he greeted me sleepily, sitting up to stretch. "You look better out of uniform than you did in one," he continued, looking me up and down.
"Coffee?" I asked, deciding not to field that question before having a caffeine fix. He smiled and nodded and I ducked into the kitchen to collect myself. I always set the pot 011 the automatic timer so I wouldn't have to wait to get my first jolt in the morning. The air in the kitchen reeked of Italian roast, making my mouth water. I poured two cups)s and went back to face my guest.
"Thanks," he murmured, grasping the thick mug in both hands. He took a deep breath, then looked up at me. "You can always trust a man who makes a good cup of coffee. Why don't you sit down? I haven't really had a chance to thank you for saving my life." He patted the cushion beside him and I sat down, pulling one corner of the blanket up over my cock and balls.
"Dave Kellogg," I said gruffly, feeling a little stupid as I sat there naked in my own living room, extending my hand to a total stranger.
"Ryan Turner." His grip was firm and he held onto my hand longer than necessary, his big blue eyes fixed on me all the time. "I'm not really a bum, in spite of what you must think," he said, finally letting go of my hand.
"So what happened?" I prompted.
"I came to the big city to earn my fortune," he chuckled grimly. "I wasn't having luck finding a job, but I had no trouble finding ways to spend my savings. You'd be surprised how quickly five hundred dollars disappears. I actually thought that was a lot of money before I got here." He shook his head and took a sip of his coffee.
"Jobs are tough to come by." I agreed.
"Well, there were things I could have done to get some quick cash, but I couldn't bring myself to do them." He flashed those incredible eyes at me again, making my cock throb between my thighs. "Don't get me wrong, I like sex as well as anyone, but I couldn't go with some dude for money. So I started getting hungry, then it started snowing. I was really lucky you found me. It's funny," he continued, his voice so soft I could barely hear him, "I'd always thought I was too clever to have to worry about starving. Now, I just don't know."
"Hey," I said, trying to lighten his mood, "you just had a run of bad luck... Things are bound to take a turn for the better."
Ryan had been sleeping on my sofa for two weeks when I called a buddy who owns a printing shop and arranged for the kid to go and talk to him. He immediately got a job. But since he didn't have a dime, I couldn't justify throwing him out onto the street. Besides, I have to admit that it was real nice coming home to him when I got off duty. He had volunteered to work second shift so he was always waiting for me when I got home, ready to talk. Having him around was driving me crazy. But it was a nice kind of crazy, if you know what I mean.
Then one night when I returned home, Jake, the building manager, was sitting out in the lobby, looking very unhappy. "What's up?" I asked, thinking it must be pretty serious to get old Jake off his lazy butt at that hour.
"Goddamned furnace broke down," he groused. "I got a man on the way, but the place is like a fucking refrigerator. I told the owner that the damned thing was a piece of crap, but he was too fucking cheap to do anything about it. Now I gotta sit up all night waiting for some yahoo to come by to look at it."
"Life's a bitch," I agreed, hitting the call button on the elevator. It was cold all right; I could see my breath in the hallway. Ryan was sitting on the couch, all bundled up, watching the television.
"We're having a cold front move through." he grinned at me when I opened the door.
"I saw Jake downstairs. He wasn't a happy man." We watched the late news, then I got up to go to bed. "Sleep well," I said as I left the room. My bedroom was like ice, the sheets all cold and clammy. I threw an extra blanket on the bed and climbed in. I'd just made a warm spot when I heard Ryan padding down the hall. He stopped at my door and I could see his broad shouldered silhouette when I turned to look at him.
"I'm freezing," he exclaimed. "Would you mind if I climbed in with you? The draft blowing through the windows has my balls up in my armpits!"
"Oh?" I muttered, momentarily panicked by his suggestion. It was one thing to have him in my apartment. I wasn't sure if I could cope with having him in my bed. "Come on," I finally said, unable to think of a good excuse to send him away. Then Ryan tossed his blanket on top of me and scooted under the covers.
We lay there side by side on our backs, neither of us saying a word. My cock was rockhard, throbbing against my hairy gut. His foot was touching my calf but I couldn't bring myself to move my leg. A few minutes passed. Then Ryan rolled over on his side, facing me, his head braced on his hand. I could feel his prick against my thigh. He was sporting a major league stiffer as well. My heart was pounding and I had to fight to control my breathing.
"Dave?"
"Yeah."
"Can I say something?"
"Sure." I tried to sound casual, but my voice sounded strained. Ryan's prick was like a branding iron, pressed against my skin. In spite of the cold, I was starting to sweat.
"I really like you, Dave. I mean I REALLY like you. Partly because you saved my life and gave me a chance, but mostly because I think you're the sexiest man I've ever laid eyes on." He paused a moment, then took a deep breath and continued. "I can't help noticing the way you look at me sometimes, so I think you like me the same way. If you're afraid that I'll think you're taking advantage of the situation.. .well I don't want you to think that at all. I'm twenty years old and I know what I want. I want you, Dave."
The offer had definitely been made. Maybe I should have sat up in bed and given him a lecture about how the difference in our ages made it impossible for us to even consider such a thing, but I didn't. I'm only human for Chrissake! Instead, I rolled over and put my arms around him, pulling his hard body tight. He snuggled against me, burying his face against my heaving chest. Our cocks brushed against each other, his juice slicking my shaft. Then my left hand tangled in his thick hair while the right one slipped down his back to cup his full ass.
"Kiss me, Dave," he urgently, mumbled, his lips seeking mine. I bent my head, our lips touched and I forgot all about age and restraint. His sweet breath was intoxicating and his tongue pressing against mine sent a shock of electricity up and down my spine. Our tongues thrust and parried back and forth as we dry humped each other. Then his hands were all over my chest and belly, tugging the long silky fur that grew on my torso.
I slipped my fingers deeper and deeper into his crack till they brushed against the soft pucker of his asshole. When Ryan flung his leg up over my hip, baring his secret delights to my probing, I gently pushed against his asslips, savoring his tight softness. Then, he groaned and bucked, his tongue thrusting deep into my mouth.
I felt his prick flex against my gut as my forefinger slipped into his chute. Ryan was soft and silky inside, his ring grabbing at my finger, wanting more. I kept up the pressure till I was in as deep as I could go, my thumb teasing his silky nutbag. I gently knuckled the swollen knob tucked up inside of him and he groaned softly, pulling his mouth away from mine just long enough to look at me and nod.
I rolled over on my back and grabbed him under the arms, pulling him on top of me. Ryan straddled my hips and his balls slapped against the hooded head of my prick. His cock was sticking up against his flat belly, the head all red and puffed out. Honey was pouring out of him, running down the smooth shaft and dripping off of his balls. It was plain that I wouldn't need any lube while I was fucking him. I gently pulled his cock down and milked it from base to tip. His hot goo drizzled all along the throbbing length of my prick, making it so hard it hurt.
I reached in to the top drawer of the night stand beside the bed and found a foil wrapped packet. I nipped the corner with my teeth and tore it open. As I reached down and started to put it on Ryan's hand grasped my wrist.
"Let me," he pleaded, his voice hoarse. I smiled at him and lay back on the bed, my hands behind my head. He pulled my big cock back till it was pointing at the ceiling, then placed the condom on the head of my meat. He shucked the skin back, then leaned forward and started using his teeth to work it down my shaft. The pressure of his lips along my cum tube was almost enough to make me blow. But I held back, fighting off the urge as I thought of breaching his tight, hot asshole.
He put the rubber halfway on with his mouth, then finished the job with trembling fingers. A couple more pulls on his meat had the condom glistening in the faint light. When he was finished, I reached down and put my hands under his thighs, steadying him. He got my knob lined up with the bull's-eye and slowly started to sit down. His hole was tight at first, but gradually he relaxed enough to let me in. My fat cockhead popped in first, its crown squeezed by his throbbing ring. It pulsed and fluttered, trying to resist my rude entrance. But it was too late. I thrust my hips off the bed and Ryan bounced on his haunches, driving the first couple of inches of my meat into him.
The soft moaning sounds he was making turned me on almost as much as his tightness and the sight of his perfect body. Ryan slowly bounced up and down, each time driving me in a little deeper. I slipped my hands off his thighs and started paying some long overdue attention to his succulent tits.
The chill in the room and his state of arousal had combined to pop them out into thick hard points. I grazed them with the balls of my thumbs and his manhole clamped around my cock like a velvet vise. But I kept up the pressure, pinching and twisting them.
His hot little fuckhole opened up wide with each thrust of my hips and his hard ass slapped against my pelvis. He looked down at me in surprise, then grinned as he started to do the pogo hop on my long prong. I started thrusting up into him, pulling Ryan down by the tits till his stiffer was pressed against my gut. At this angle, I could fuck him the way I liked, in to the hilt then slowly backing out. I did my best to hit his joy knob on every stroke, making him whimper and squirm against me.
Within minutes, Ryan was almost at the end of his rope. His breath was coming hot and fast on my neck and his hands were gripping my biceps. My belly was wet with his pungent honey and his asshole was quivering along every aching inch of my meat.
"I'm cumming!" he squealed, unable to wait an instant longer. I picked up my pace and the first gush of his jizz on my belly triggered my own load. I matched him spout for spout, filling the rubber till cream ran down the shaft. Ryan reared back and started fisting his prong after his first shot, continuing to blow till I was covered with creamy white ropes of his man cream. It was festooned across my pecs and down over my belly. One shot even got me under the chin. His smell and the sight of so much cum got me turned on all over again.
"Eat it," I commanded, pulling his head down against my bulging pecs. His tongue lapped around my hard nipples, cleaning up his sweet mess. I slowly guided him to every drop he'd squirted, watching his long pink tongue groom my dense fur. When he was finished, I pulled him close to me and jammed my tongue back into his mouth, savoring the remains of his spicy taste. Then I yanked the covers back up over us and he fell asleep on top of me, my big cock still wedged up his ass.
The heat didn't come on all night but neither of us noticed the cold after we finally managed to break the ice. Maybe I'm wrong. But I have a feeling that we'll be spending most of the winter like this!