From: jerryg@pacbell.net (Jerry Gaither)
Subject: The Pick Up
Date: Mon, 16 Dec 1996 07:22:56 GMT

                        The Pick Up

He was a tallish kid, with a sunburned face, big man sized
hands and long, gangly legs. He wore a Western shirt and
torn, faded, worn and very tight jeans that profiled his
youthful, muscular body like a glove. He looked like he was
in his early twenties as he sat there alone at the bar,
looking lonely and nursing the same drink he'd been sipping
for more than an hour.  I sat down beside him, ordered a
gin and tonic, and lit a cigarette. "Can  I have a smoke,"
he asked. "Sure," I said, leaning over to put the pack i n
front of him. He took a cigarette and when I offered him a
light, his ha nd touched mine. For both of us, the touch
was ... well, if not electrifying, then at least ...
connecting. I felt a stirring in between my legs and 
silently shouted "Down, Boy. Be cool. There will be time
for that later."  "So, what's your thing?" I asked him.
"Oh, odd jobs, a little this and a little that ... I'm sort
of a drifter," he admitted. " "Are you looking for work," I
asked. "Always," he replied. "Well, I've got an old house
that needs some real help. Do you want a few days' work?"
"Sure, he replied." We talked for awhile more and then I
said I had to get home. "Where are you staying?" I asked
him. "Good question ... I really don't have a place to go."
"Well, if you want, I have a spare room. You can stay with
me while you're working on the house." "Hey, that would be
great. Let me just get my  stuff." And, he reached around
the bar and grabbed an old army duffle bag  which,
apparently, contained all of his worldly possessions.
"That's it,"  he said with a smile. "I'm ready." We went
out to my car and drove home. I showed Ken -- he had told
me his name -- to his room. He thanked me. Looking
exhausted, he peeled off his shirt, dropped his trousers
and lay down  on the bed. My eyes were drawn to his crotch, where
his "parts" seemed even bigger and more pronounced
than they had when he was wearing the tight jeans. He was
sleepy but he noticed by gaze and a grin came over his
face.  "Maybe we can help each other," he said cautiously,
wanting to be sure he  wasn't going places not indicated.
"I don't know, " I said, teasingly, "what did you have in
mind." "Well, maybe I should take a shower, to get all 
this road dust off of me, and then we can discuss it." With that,
he grab bed the towel I'd handed him and stripped off his
jockeys. God almighty, this kid was a canon ... he
literally had the thickest cock I'd ever seen, with a pair
of balls that hung down like a bull's. His crotch was
covered with a light reddish-brown hair that arched its way up
his ass, over his humongous balls and ball sack, and
over his cock up his taught young belly. He was gorgeous.
As if he understood my interest, he posed and turned
slowly, bending down to pick up his shorts and giving me a
complete view of his pink anus. I couldn't resist any
longer and I moved closer to him, touching his shoulders
and feeling his strong arms. When he didn't resist, 
I moved my hands slowly down his back and sides to his
hips. I held him and moved in closer yet to smell his body,
kissing him on the ear. "Oh, yes," he said, "I feel sure we can
help each other." "Mmmm," I murmured. Now, he took the
initiative, and gently pushed me down to a kneeling
position, by face and mouth now facing his wonderful,
gigantic tools. "Now, you can suck me as much as you want
to," he said, and without any further encouragement , I
inhaled both the aroma and the reality of his organ. It was
already swelling, becoming even thicker and engorged. "Oh,
I am now positive we can help each other," he said with
humor.  He started nudging his dick in and out of my mouth
and I licked it with passion, stealing each drop of pre-cum I
could induce out of his cock slit. My hands grasped his
huge balls and  he moaned softly as I squeezed them. He
probed my throat even deeper, and  I loved it. I bit him
ever so gently and he clearly liked the small pain
stimulus. I responded by squeezing his balls even harder
and pushing them against each other and twisting his ball
sack, then pulling on it. "Oh, ma n that's good," he said,
"you are some kind of sucker. I don't know where you
learned how, but you sure know your stuff." "Come to me,
you magnificent hunk," I wheezed. "I want to feel your hot
dick shooting that jism all the way to China. I want you to come
in my mouth and all over me ... cover  me with great,
guzzling gunk." "Oh, yea, man, I'm gonna do just that." I
was tickling his ass now with my finger, just on the rim,
and that proved more than he could stand. With a Texas-
style yell, he popped his cookies, and spurt after spurt
gushed into my throat, filled up my mouth no matter how
fast I swallowed, and the rest came all over my face and
head. This kid must have been holding it in for days,
because I don't think any part of  me was dry when he was
through. Ken bent over arms resting on the bed, relaxing,
coming down. When he could speak, he said, "God, was that
good. You're terrific." I smiled. "Has anyone ever told you how
fantastic you are? " I asked him. "No, he said ...
there haven't been that many, and mostly they've been old
geezers who paid me to suck them off in the public john."
"It doesn't sound like a real good way to make a living," I
suggested. "No ," he admitted, "it stinks." "Well, forget
about it now. Can I suggest a shower, perhaps for both of
us?" "Sounds great," said Ken. Placing my hand on his
rounded rump, I guided him to the bathroom." 

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                         Jerry Gaither

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