Jack

I met Jack in the weirdest way. The truth is, he was just a nice guy
helping out a runaway. I had run away from home when I was 12, and I met
Jack when I was 19. I had survived in the streets for 7 years, and I was
surprised. I'd been addicted to cigarettes since I was 13, and that was a
costly habit. But somehow, I had managed to get by.

In November, I went
into withdrawal, got drunk, and passed out on an old sideroad. I was
surprised that he had found me. It was a pretty deserted road. I awoke to
him yelling at me.

"Wake up! Wake up you bastard!"

As I opened my eyes, I almost went unconscious again. But not because of
the alcohol, but because of his gorgeous face.

"Are you all right?" he
asked me.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." I replied.

"The name's Alex." I put my hand out toward him.

I had to resist the temptation to rip his pants off and swallow his
cock. He grasped my hand with surprising strength.

"I'm Jack. Nice to meet you."

I could tell the situation was making him uncomfortable. "Well, I better be
going." I said reluctantly. "Thanks for your help, man."

He gave me a weird look.  "I shouldn't be doing this," he breathed to
himself. "You could stay at my place until you sober up. I'll bet you
haven't had a good meal for a while."

I desperately wanted to take him up on his offer, but there was something
inside of me telling me to say no. "I don't want to impose," was all I
said.

"No, no, I want you to." He replied. "I could use the company."

"Well," I began, "Why not?"

With that, we got in the car, and continued on our way down the empty
road. It was a while before either of us spoke.

Finally, he started a conversation: "How long have you been--" he stopped
himself.

"Its alright," I smiled "A bum. You can say it. Its what I am."

He smiled back at me. "--bum."

"Well, Since I was twelve, and I'm 19 now, so 7 years."

"Whoa!" was all he said. "That's a long time to live in the street."

"Especially when you have a cigarette addiction." I added.

He smiled again, showing his perfectly white teeth. "You're not the only
one. There's a pack in the glove compartment, and I think I've got a
lighter in my jeans pocket."

He stopped the car, and took his jacket off. He was wearing a tight white
t-shirt which showed how muscular he was. And his jeans had the biggest
bulge I had ever seen. He interrupted my train of sex thoughts.

"Here." He handed me the lighter and started the car again.

"Thanks," I said as I lit the cigarette.

We spent the hour to his house talking. As it turns out, he was a
businessman from Toronto, and had been on a trip in New York. He was 21
(surprisingly young for his line of work) and had a small apartment. When
we finally arrived, he began to make supper. I had no idea what it was, but
it smelled good. He went into his bedroom and threw a pile of clothes at
me.

"Here. No offense, but you don't exactly smell that great. Not to mention
your clothes look like Cinderella's."

I laughed. "I guess you're right."

I went off to the bathroom and began to run the water. After a bath and a
shower, I felt strange. It had been so long since I had been clean. Jack's
clothes barely fit on me, I was pretty defined, but not as much as him. I
began to get hard as I thought about him. After I lost my boner I went into
the kitchen.

"Feel better?" Jack asked me.

"Yeah, I do."

I sat down at the table and tried my best not to wolf the food down.

"What's your girl gonna say when she finds out you brought me home?" I said
jokingly.

He smiled at me. "Don't got a girlfriend. I'm gay."

I stopped eating and just stared at him. He must of thought I was
homophobic, because he got a look on his face that told me he regretted
what he said.

"No, don't worry!" I reassured him, "Its OK, I'm gay too. Its just hard to
believe that you are."

"Why's that?"  he said.

"Because I've never met a good looking gay guy."

He blushed. "Well, you're not so bad yourself. Pretty muscular for a guy
who barely ever eats."

I chuckled. We both seemed less tense after our admissions. We finished
eating (I ate 3 helpings) had a cigarette, and talked. He had put some
music and some coffee on. I recognized the song, it was something by Sheryl
Crow. The gas fireplace was the only light in the room. Jack brought the
coffees over and sat down on the floor with me.

"What was it like?" he asked.

"What was what like?"

"Living alone for so long."

"Well, all I can say is, it wasn't good. You never knew where your next
meal was coming from, who would fight for you, who would kill you if it
suited them. I considered going back home, but it was pretty much the
same. My parents had found out I was gay. They didn't kick me out, but they
weren't exactly happy about my staying there."

"I'm sorry," was all he said.

I looked into my cup. "Its all behind me now."

Neither of us realized what happened when we kissed each other. I looked at
him.

"Wow!" Jack said and he gave a nervous giggle.

"That was pretty fast."

I set down my coffee cup and kissed him again. We put our arms around each
other as we let our tongues get better aquatinted with each other. After
five minutes of passionate kissing, my hands went down to his belt
buckle. He smiled as I began to undo it. He began to unbutton his shirt,
and when we were finished, all he was wearing was a pair of briefs with a
swelled lump in them.

He had a perfectly hairless chest, and a chain tattooed around his right
bicep. I ran my hands over his washboard abs and steel pecs. He pulled my
shirt off. I had a defined body, but nothing like his. His hands went down
to my pants, and around my ass. Soon I was fully nude.

We kissed some more, and Jack moved his hands all over me. He grasped my
balls, and pointed my 8" dick towards him. He bent down and kissed
it. Then, he let go and removed his briefs. I almost fainted. He had an 11"
cock, that was as thicker than anything I had ever seen before. His brown
pubes were soft, and irresistible. I don't know how I did it, but I
swallowed his entire penis. His hands pushed my head down over his shaft
until we had a motion going. He moaned with delight, and I would have if
his cock wasn't in my mouth.

"Make me cum," was what he repeated about 3 times. Finally, after 10
minutes of sucking, I felt his body shudder, and he moaned as my throat
overflowed with his cum. I couldn't swallow it fast enough. By the time he
had finished, I had cum dripping from my chin, which he happily kissed off
of me.

"That was good."

I smiled at him.

"Do something for me?" he asked.

"Sure."

"I want you to cum all over my chest."

He lay down on the floor, and I did as I was told. After a few minutes of
jerking my shaft, my juices began to flow. I hadn't came for years, and it
was all coming out all over Jack. The cum flowed over his muscled, filling
the cracks between them. He took his hand and began to rub it all over
himself. The firelight shined on his chest as he kissed me deeply.

He got up and went over to a cupboard in the kitchen and returned with a
tube of K-Y and a condom. He used the lube to place the rubber over his
thick prick, and told me to lie on the couch and put my legs into the
air. I did as I was told as fast as I could. He smeared the lube all over
his condom, and my ass. I felt his finger exploring.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Yeah, cum on, fuck me Jack."

"Brace yourself."

I felt a sharp pain throughout my ass as he thrust his cock into it. I
screamed, and he seemed to enjoy my tight ass. He began to slowly move his
cock in and out of my hole, and after a while, the pain went away, and all
I felt was ecstasy. He began to go faster, until he was pounding my
asshole. I moaned with pleasure as I felt his cock deep inside of me. His
balls slapped against my skin, and that made me even more horny than
before.

He fucked me for the longest time, almost half an hour, until
he finally exploded in me as he let out a monstrous roar. He removed his
cock and took the condom off as I began to lick the sweat off of him. He
was breathing heavily as I moved my tongue around his armpits.

"Alex, you're good. Fuck you're good."

"Maybe," I said, "But I can't fuck like you just did."

We both laughed. We had a cigarette, and then he led me to his bedroom. I
jumped into the bed as he turned the fireplace off and put the lube
away. He got in bed next to me, and I put my head down on his chest. He
sighed as he put his arm around me.

"I think you're gonna have to stay a little longer than planned," he said.

"Probably," I began, "I'll get a job sometime this week, I guess."

"No," he growled, "I'm gonna see just how far your ass can stretch. Then,
next week, you can get a job."

I smiled and snuggled closer to him. I began to play with his cock. Even
when it was soft, it was huge. I think I'm going to like it here. I
thought, as I drifted off to sleep.