Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2011 15:36:36 -0500
From: soma@whoever.com
Subject: The Panhandler

There he was again. A lot of the time when I walk the few blocks to get my
weekend morning espresso, he hits me up. My neighborhood is full of
panhandlers.


"Dooya havuh quarter?" Since I'd go broke if I handed out money every time
I was asked, and since I less frequently have cash on hand nowadays, I've
always said no. He's always, dejectedly but without sarcasm, said thank you
and kept walking. Talk about old school...just a quarter...most ask for a
dollar or more. This time all I had was cash. I had left my wallet at home.


I thought about it hard for several seconds. He was a tall but pretty
skinny, redheaded Viking, later 20s, grubby, looked like he's seen the
inside of a prison, and had a slow, west coast speech and demeanor...I'd
bet on Portland or Seattle.


Summoning my courage, I inhaled then exhaled through my nose, "Yeah, I've
got ten bucks for you, but what's in it for me?"


"Wut?"


"I've got ten bucks for you if you let me suck your dick." Damn, I was
nervous...he easily could have kicked my ass...my stomach was in
knots...and I was feeling ill.


He slowly looked from side to side...likely checking to see if anyone was
around. There were plenty of people walking about, but none close enough to
hear our conversation.


"Wut thuh fuck?"


I reached into my pocket. Actually I had twenty-one bucks and
change. "Dude, this is yours if you cum in my mouth in that alley over
there."


His eyes got some fire in them...his posture got rigid...and he tilted his
head back as if to look me up and down. Ok, I thought this is where I was
gonna get punched in the face. The punch never came...nor did he look me up
and down...he just stared at me with a pissed off look on his face.


I was trembling. "Seriously dude, follow me over there and this cash and my
mouth are yours." My voice was quavering...I was having second
thoughts...but I was also getting a boner. I started walking to the alley.


I turned to my left into the alley without ever looking back. It was a
short dead end alley that serviced two commercial buildings on both
sides. There were no windows...just a few back doors and a couple of
dumpsters. It was lightly snowing and there were a couple inches on the
ground. The dumpsters were on the left up against the building behind
them. I walked past the first one...went behind it...stood with my back
against the wall...and waited. He would have been able to see my head over
the dumpster. I looked to the right to see if he was coming...and I
waited...my mouth got dry as hell...and I was shaking. This scene was over
the top...did I really want to suck his dick this bad? Yeah. I did.


He rounded the corner...saw me...and my head sprang forward. Then he walked
up to me. Without a word I dropped to my knees and looked up a him. He
looked around again. If anyone would have passed, all they would have seen
was his head above the dumpster...and probably would have thought he was
just taking a piss. He just stood there...towering all tall, redheaded, and
Viking-like in front of me. His hands were balled into fists and he looked
mad. He just stood there looking down at me. I figured he wasn't going to
do anything but stand there, so I reached up and opened his jeans. He
didn't say a word and he didn't stop me. I tugged his jeans down a
little...it wasn't difficult as he was pretty thin...and I pulled his
boxers down just so his dick and nuts were hanging out over them.


I didn't take much time checking him out...but I his cut dick was pale and
veiny...his nuts were furry as was his not too wild bush...the color
matched the hair on his head. I opened and sucked his cock into my
mouth. He wasn't very clean...but it was within acceptable
limits...barely. He was soft but slowly began to bone up as I continued to
suck. Damn, my mouth was getting fuller and fuller. I pulled off to get a
look. His dick wasn't very big...I mean it wasn't very long...which
surprised me due my assumptions of tall, skinny, redheaded Vikings...as if
I had any before that day...but damn that son of a bitch was fat. That was
a nice surprise.


I went back down on him...but kept my eyes open...because who knows what
could have happened...he just continued to stand there motionless...and his
fists were still balled. It was almost as if he wasn't gonna enjoy this no
matter what...he was just gonna get paid twenty-one by a cocksucker in an
alley. But he had to have been enjoying it...anyone with a cock that hard
and fat just had to have been. I pulled off to look at it again...yup...it
was probably one of the fattest cocks I've had in my mouth...and had a
hard, upward curve to it. The shaft was still pale and veiny...but his spit
shiny head was crimson and as angry looking as he was.


I went back down on him again...and took him to the root...but he wasn't
long enough to take in my throat...although my mouth sure was opened
wide. I had my nose in his bush...but had to pull back...he was just a
little too musky...although I'll admit it was almost like taking a hit of
poppers. I kept sucking up and down on his dick...and I saw his hands
move...startled I looked up. He placed his hands against the wall above his
head...and he began to pump my mouth. Yeah...this son of a bitch was
enjoying it. I held still and let him pump my mouth. He wasn't rough...but
rhythmic...almost methodical. He continued to pump for about another
minute...and then his belly began to quiver...it began to buck. I looked up
and his arms were still forward and above his head. I couldn't see them but
I assumed his palms were still pressed against the wall...his head was
thrown back...and although I couldn't see them either...I'd imagine his
eyes were closed.


He stopped his pumping but his belly was contracting and contracting...and
then it happened...he shot and shot and shot a warm, salty load in my
mouth. I swallowed...got up...stuck the cash in his hand...and got the fuck
out of there.