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"Hey," I just looked up and said to him while he passed where I saw standing.
"Hi, how are you?" he said.
Normally, guys weren't that friendly to me especially not one that was cute and young. He had dark brown hair that was cut like younger guys. He was wearing a polo shirt and low rise jeans. "I'm fine," I said.
"Would you like something to eat?" he asked.
"Like I said dude, I'm fine," I darted my eyes around for potential customers since his interest didn't seem to be what I had in mind.
"Hey, just come with me, if you don't mind," he said and started walking down the street.
"Where the hell you taking me?" I snarled and just followed behind him while we walked a short distance.
"Some place other than out on the street," he said. "This is my car. Get in."
I opened the door and got in. He looked over at me, "What are your fees?"
"What the hell you talking about?" I said with my best acting face.
"Don't give me that shit. I've seen you out at that same place while guys picked you up. I'm not stupid," he said and started the car.
"What are you looking for?" I asked sharply after I realized he knew what I was really doing.
"I'm looking to get you off the street, dude. I'm Darin and you?"
"Phil, where you taking me?" I said and expected him to produce a badge any minute. I had been arrested a few times for soliciting as they called it down at the police department but felt he wanted someone his age and looked like he could supply the cash. "I get paid for this, you know?"
"I'll pay. How much then?" he asked.
"You just tell me what you looking for and I'll tell you," I said and was used to the game by now after a year of whoring myself out to total strangers for a buck. It wasn't the best thing I ever done in my life but I had little opportunity to make some cash otherwise and ran out of viable options for a young gay guy.
"Just tell me how much for a night," he drove on.
"I usually get $200 for an overnighter but that rarely happens. What do you want from me anyway?" I asked and just looked out the front seat window. He didn't reply immediately and kept driving.
He just stared at me a minute. "$200 is fine. Here's my house," he said and parked on the street in front of his older house. I slammed the door of his car and walked up the sidewalk. He unlocked the locks and I followed him inside. The inside looked better than the outside. He threw his package on the end table that was evidentially his gay porn movie he had intended to jack off with later on with me doing the work.
"Nice house. You want me to strip first," I said while we stood in his living room.
"No, here have a seat," he said. "On second thought, let me get a towel for you to sit on." While he found a towel, I took off my first shirt that was 2 sizes too big for me to give him an idea of what he was getting for his money. He placed the towel across the sofa and I sat down.
"You didn't have to do that," he said, "but you do have a decent body I must admit. Phil, I have one question for you, why do you do this to yourself?"
"It's not like I enjoy it most of the time but I need to eat plus I'm saving up for a car one day," I said.
"Don't you even have a place to live, do ya?" he said.
"Nah, I just either sleep in the parking deck or in this old house or wherever I can find that is just a little comfortable," I said.
"Umm, I guess that explains the awful odor," he said. "Why don't you grab a shower right quick and I'll fix you something to eat?"
"I guess so," I said and stood up and stripped right there in front of him and was used to getting naked in front of guys but that was my job. He just gave me a big grin when I stepped out of my holey pants and tattered briefs. "I see you like what you see, most men do." I said and followed him to the bathroom. I now began to wonder what his intentions were and never as much as touched me like most guys do but he was at least 10 years younger than even my youngest paying customers. He appeared to be close to my age of 21. He turned on the water and I hit the shower. It was my first real shower in a few days and scrubbed each part of my slender body. The warm water felt so good as it cascaded down my body. I soaped up my flaccid cock that was easily 8 but closer to 9 inches when I really got hard and cleaned out my skinny ass in case he wanted to fuck me later on. I washed my stringy long blond hair and tried like hell to get out the entire rat's nest in there. I found the towel he laid out and dried myself off. I looked around and found his razor to shave my face, just leaving a little on my chin like most of my men liked. I found his deodorant and gave a few swipes under my sparely haired pits and gave a squirt of his expensive looking cologne. It felt good to be fully bathed but I figured he didn't want to have sex with a dirty, stinky, nasty young man. I walked out and hung up the towel. I figured for the money he could at least get his jollies off by seeing me naked and clean.
He smiled brightly when he saw me actually cleaned up. "Much better, Phil. You even shaved too. I really like it. I tossed your old clothes in the trash. They almost gagged me plus they were way too big for you. I laid out some of my old jeans and a t-shirt plus some boxers and a fresh pair of socks if you don't mind."
"Thanks, Darin. I'm sure they fit better than my old things," I said. "I usually just wear whatever is given to me and usually it's from a fat ass."
"If you don't mind, I wish you would dress even though I'm impressed with what I see for damn sure," he said and pulled food from the microwave.
I put on his clothes and sat down to enjoy something hot. "What do you really want from me?"
"Phil, as far as sex goes actually nothing. I just have a soft spot for people down in the world and saw a poor soul in need," he said. "Later on, I would love to shot a picture of you nude. I just do it as a hobby and make pencil sketches later. I figured I could at least get a few shots of you to make it worth my time and money. I realize $200 is a little expensive for a model plus you really need to think about getting off the streets and stop whoring yourself out like you have been."
"You seriously just want a few nude picture of me?" I said while ate the food he made for me.
"Yeah, that's under the condition you sleep here tonight off the streets," Darin said.
"You got a deal. Even a sofa would be a lot better than what I'm used to. Are you going to post my pictures on the internet?" I asked.
He laughed, "No but I bet I could get money back from what I saw earlier."
After I ate, he showed me his small house including the bedroom where I was to stay. His studio was out back and filled with all sorts of finely detailed watercolors and pencil sketches. He explained that he was an interior designer, which was pretty evident in his house, and used the various paintings and sketching when feasible. He seemed to have a lot of artistic ability.
We headed back inside and made our way back to the living room. "Are you ready for your modeling debut?" Darin asked me.
"Like I really have a choice. Your ass is paying me so you might as well get something for your money," I said.
He grabbed his nice digital camera and put a white sheet over the sofa. I was ready to get naked but was told to stop.
"For fucking $200, you better listen to me. I'll give the instructions, alright?" he said.
"You're the boss," I said and he positioned me where he wanted me. I did as told each step of the way as he photographed me in various stages of undressing. I actually enjoyed it and felt kind of special and rather sexy for the first time in a while. While I posed naked and got a nice erection, I could see I wasn't the only one getting hard. He tried not to make it obvious but I saw him slide his hand down his pants to adjust his cock for just a second. He just clicked away while I posed for him the best and most seductive way I knew how.
"Oh damn, Phil! That's hot!" he said while I busted a creamy nut onto my stomach. I just smiled and continued the posing.
He handed me a towel to wipe off with. I felt his tent poke me in the ribs. "I can help you with that," I grabbed his crotch.
"Please Phil, no!" he screamed and seemed to panic.
"No seriously I want to," I said.
"This won't cost me extra will it," he said.
"Hell no. You will love it," I said and pushed off his jeans and his sexy bikini underwear. His cock was rock hard and looked very good. I licked up and down the shaft. I licked the tasty precum off his dripping cock. I stuck it in my mouth and then let him take control. He face fucked me for a while but I actually enjoyed doing it for change instead of an obligation. I worked my tongue while his cock probed my mouth.
"Oh shit, you're good," he moaned.
"I should be. I've got lots of practice. I swallow too," I said and returned to his waiting, throbbing meat. I looked up and saw his eyes closed. He really seemed to be enjoying getting his money worth like most of my clients did but I felt totally different about him and actually a little respected. I could smell his manly smell oozing from his pores. I felt his abs tighten under my roaming hands under his shirt and blasted my mouth with ropes of hot jizz.
"That was damn well worth it," he smiled. "Do you allow kissing?"
"Only if that what the client wants," I smiled and felt his lips on mine. He grabbed my ass and I did the same to his. This was different and I felt like he wanted to do it plus there was compassion. We swapped tongue and found our way to the covered couch. I held his half naked body and lifted off his shirt to find a very hot sexy torso. I was used to beer guts and hairy men but found his smooth toned body to be perfect.
I had no idea of the time but knew it was late. I actually enjoyed this evening and not like a piece of meat or some old guy's boy toy. He looked me in the eyes, "Would you sleep with me in my bed?"
"Of course, you're the boss," I said. He picked up our clothes, turned on his alarm system in case I decided to run and headed to his bedroom. It really looked nice and something I had seen in a window display. I laid down in one of the softest and most luxurious beds I had ever felt. My naked body just almost collapsed in the comfort. He laid close to me and kissed me again. I really didn't know what to really make of this entire ordeal but just enjoyed it while I could for the night. I knew then there was no way I would even think about taking his money after being treated like a real person for the first time in over a year. I was asleep in no time after getting comfortable while he curled up next to me.
To be continued...
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