Adrenalin Rush of Hidden Passions

Chapter 2

Terry slowly gathered his stuff up, and stared at the door, wondering why it always turned out this way. Well, least he was lucky this time around, no extended stay in the hospital, the worse was that he knew the damn kid would have gone all the way, if he’d have played it right. Shit, well, no sense worrying about it now, but no way was he going back out to the street, he just might come back with his friends.

Checking both sides of the street, Terry left the sleazy hotel and walked carefully down the street, still in drag wishing he’d of thought to change into his jeans in the room before leaving. Only trouble was, he just wanted to get out of there, to stop hearing those accusing words, ‘YOU’RE A MAN’ which seemed to echo in the shoddy room.

As he walked down the street towards the Concord, he kept glancing over his shoulder and every which way possible. There sure were a lot of foot traffic tonight, and damn some of them were cute too. He still enjoyed getting a few whistles, but while normally he’d stop and try to pick them up tonight he just smiled, wishing things had turned out differently with the young sailor.

Before he even realized it, he was standing before the Concorde, one of the most prestigious hotels in the city, its ornate carvings glittering in the night’s lights. Funny, it cost around $150 a night for a cheap room in the place and you couldn’t get dinner for under $80 a person, yet if you walked around to the side, a small dingy staircase led to a gay bar. Go figure he thought as he walked down the steep steps, his gait rather stiff as he prepared himself to go inside.

Opening the door he found himself staring at a group of sailors giving Carl a rough time. Slinking up against the wall, he tried to sneak past the occupied bouncer but just as he was about to walk past he felt Carl’s hand on his shoulder.

“Hang on, Just wait”

Using his sexy street voice, Terry merely complied, wishing that for once he could just be himself, instead his life was full of drama, always an act, always a show to put on just to get by. Fuck, this really sucked as he watched the group of sailors leaving, laughing and cussing instead of making a fuss. No loss, none of them really were cute enough to rouse his interest, he had what he had wanted, well almost.

“Terry, come on man, you know Ned don’t like you coming here like that.”

“Uh, shit Carl, give me a break, its been a rough night.”

“Yeah? One of your straight guys catch on?”

“Sort of.”

“Shit Terry one of these days we’re going to be burying you, why you do this shit?”

“What can I say Carl I like forbidden milk… hehe, now come on, Ned doesn’t get here ‘til closing.. “

“Not always, look he’s really getting to be a dick about it, he don’t like drag queens.”

“Well its only cause he don’t know how to wear a dress, shit Carl I got my jeans, come on”

“You say that to him and you know he’ll deck you, well if you got your jeans go put them on and be done with it.”

“Okay, shit, might as well anyways, not going back out tonight, so… busy tonight?”

“Little early yet I guess, Darlene and her group are here… so you be nice and stay the fuck away from her, or else Terry.”

“Shit, isn’t this turning out to be a great night, fine okay, I’ll stay away from her royal bitchiness, now can I go in?”

“Yeah. But straight to the john to get changed… I am gonna watch Terry, and I mean it, I’ll toss that nice ass of yours out if you take any side tours and don’t come out in pants, got it?”

“Yes mother, shit, okay okay, I’ll go straight to the ladies room.”

“Fuck you Terry, you go the men’s and don’t you start any shit tonight, I am not in the mood.”

“Alright, you okay?”

“Yeah, just a bit tired today, now go… to the men’s washroom Terry.”

“Okay”

Carl was an okay person, he had a job to do and unlike most bouncer’s he really did look after the place. Shit if it wasn’t for Carl there wouldn’t be any ‘gay meals on wheels’ program and every day off the guy spent it visiting shut ins and those too sick to make it out. He did grocery shopping for them, banking, everything and he never accepted a dime. He was strange that way, even when someone had passed away leaving him a small sum, he had instead donated it to the program. Ned didn’t know just how good of a person he had running his dive.

“Hey Girl, you can’t go in there, that’s only for us menfolk” a voice called out to him as he started to swing open the door to the men’s john. Turning around he saw Darius coming towards him.

“Yeah well what’s between the legs says I can sweetie, how ya doing dar?”

“hehe, yeah and I bet it’s a big one too, hehe  not bad, no real tippers but then what do you expect, Darlene’s here with her whole entourage, man are they ever cheap.”

“No fooling, well I got orders not to dally, or you taking a break?”

“Break, you changing?”

“Yep”

“Okay, look join me over at the side there, want me to get you a drink or you have a profitable night sweet thing?”

“PIG, no not profitable, a rum ‘n coke would be nice.”

“Kay, catch ya in a few then”

“Thanks Dar”

“Hey, I need to talk to someone sane, if I hear one more damn dyke yelling for KD Lang shit I am going to throw up all over their bush jackets…hehe    okay one rum and coke on its way Terry.”

“Oh I can see that, thanks… be right there.”

The john was pretty empty, just one stall occupied and by the sounds of it, they were going to be in there a few minutes. Terry smiled as he listened to the noises, the heavy breathing and the groping of urgent hands, and a smile crossed his face. Ned didn’t like that happening either, but fuck Ned, he was such a jerk, maybe one day a real bar would open.

Terry stripped quickly, experience in changing helping as he slipped the shoes off, the skirt next and then he hesitated, wondering if he should get his restraints off too. He would certainly be more comfortable, and shit, what the fuck.

Leaning against the wall he took his wig off and then the damn nylons so he could let his dick and balls free. Damn that was the only part of getting dolled up in drag, having to hide his weapon and shit, when it got hard, it hurt being all tied up like that. Oh well, he bent down and started to stuff his skirt and stuff into the big purse/bag that he carried when the door opened.

Looking up from the floor, his ass high up in the air, all white and firm and his semi hard cock dangling below was not how he had hoped to meet anyone so far. The young man walked in and stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes bulged out.

As Terry’s eyes travelled up the long lanky legs to the solid waist and very nice basket, he grabbed his jeans out of the bag and started to stand back up. His cock was ahead of him on sizing up the stranger and was growing hard as Terry looked into the charcoal eyes of a tall dark haired young man.

“Uh, shit, sorry man, I uh… fuck” was all he said before he could turn around and exit the bathroom. Terry smiled, feeling like he had just scared away some poor flustered housewife, but damn what he had seen, well he wouldn’t mind having him dusting his place.

He quickly pulled his jeans on, stuffing his hard cock back down his pants, and adjusted it so it was off to one side, and then he slid on a pair of sneakers from the bag. Checking his bag, he pulled out a hanky and wiped his face and then looked in the mirror. Well, the soft blond curls were still fluffy despite being hidden by a wig for the night and his face wasn’t too bad. He really wasn’t one for much makeup, just enough to hide the bags under the eyes.

The noise coming from the stall was getting louder as whoever was inside was starting to really go to town, and he smiled, wondering just what his young stranger would have done if they were doing that out here. He grinned as he left the bathroom to find Darius and his drink.

Wedged up against the back of the wall, his legs closed tight, Ashley sat watching the blonde come out of the bathroom. God he was hot, the way those blond curls hung, his slim body and his long legs, all of which made him queasy in the pit of his stomach. Fuck, he wished he didn’t get this way but he had to find out, it had been driving him nuts for the last year.

Okay, longer maybe, but this last year on the farm had been the worst. Specially at harvest time, when his dad had hired those extra hands. Shit, they would walk around in their torn jeans, their chests glistening in the sunlight and each time he saw them, his fucking cock would grow like a steel rod in his pants. It hurt too and even jerking off didn’t seem to let him get it down much.

It had only gotten worse this spring and summer. He had sort of managed to keep it under control during winter, especially around his younger brothers. Damn they were hot looking young kids too and what was worse, they loved to run around the place in their shorts. At least in winter they couldn’t but as spring came to the farm, every warm day they would be out horsing around in their underwear or Speedos or sometimes, nothing at all. 

He sat perched on the stool, recalling just a few short weeks ago, how it had all come to a head in his mind and how devastated his parents had been. A small tear formed at his eye as he remembered waking up to the sounds of his 14 year old brother yelling for his 15 year old brother.

“Hey Tommy, come quick, Ashley’s got a boner man”

They had stood in his bedroom doorway and the covers must of fallen off his bed during the night, either that or the little shit Brad had pulled them off while he slept. Whatever happened, he was laying on the bed, stark naked with a raging hard on sticking up from between his legs.

“Hey Ashley, what you dreaming about? Come on and share with us? You thinking of that old sow down on the back forty? Hehe”

Tommy was only 15 but a first class jerk, and he loved to torment Ashley, even though Ashley was a lot bigger and stronger. Somehow though, Tommy knew that Ashley would never hurt him and that gave him a huge edge on tormenting his older brother. Well, half brother actually, as Ashley’s mom had died when he was only 15, cancer had taken her and ever since Ashley had felt alone.

His father had remarried and while his stepmother was nice, she had 4 young kids of her own. Tommy and Brad had been the oldest and they were wild kids. His dad hadn’t really done much to calm them down either, feeling unable to discipline kids that weren’t his. It never stopped him though from wailing on him when he fucked up which made him resent his stepbrother’s even more than normal.

Ashley couldn’t really remember how it had happened, but instead of just turning over or better still grabbing his jeans and getting dressed, he had tossed his pillow at Tommy’s snickering face. That would have been okay, except his fingers had grabbed his magazine as well and before he even realized it, the pillow and magazine had been launched at Tommy and Brad.

The pillow had hit Brad square in the face, but the magazine had landed at Tommy’s feet and it lay open to the centrefold. Problem with that was it was a gay magazine and this hot naked male blonde with a monster cock stared up at Tommy’s wide open eyes.

It didn’t even dawn on him then, as he got out of bed, his 7 inch rock hard cock staring at the two young boys, until Tommy started shrieking   “FAGGOT. FAGGOT, WE GOT A FAGGOT FOR A BIG BROTHER” and then the sight of the open magazine registered in his mind. He stood there, sweating suddenly pouring from him, his one hand gripping his jeans, one foot barely inside. He couldn’t believe it, he had thrown the damn magazine too and now it was all over.

The sounds of Tommy shrieking “FAGGOT” and then Brad joining in had brought the whole house to his bedroom door. His father was last to arrive from outside, and he pushed through the collection of his step brood, seeing his wife’s eyes bulging in terror. 

She was holding the two younger boys in her arms, wrapping them against her legs as she stared back and forth from the open magazine to the half naked but still exposed Ashley. He had never seen such fear before, not even in the animals as he had rounded them up or shooed them towards the trucks or pens. His heart had been going a mile a second as his Father stepped forward, taking it all in.

“Betty take the boys downstairs” his father had said as he picked up the magazine and looked at him. Damn, he could still feel those eyes boring into him, making him feel like he was a two year old caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Ashley shivered as he sipped on his beer, reliving that terrifying moment.

Tommy had protested, shrieking in his voice that no way was he going to live in a house with some fucking queer, and how could his mother do this to them. It was unbearable and yet he couldn’t say a damn word, his entire life was hanging before him then, and he just couldn’t find his voice. Instead he just stood there, naked with one foot resting inside his jeans.

Finally, with a loud growl from his Father, Tommy and Brad left the doorway, still muttering, still cursing out gays and coming up with new terrors. His father stared at him, and in a quiet voice commanded him to get dressed.

“So, this yours Ash?” he asked, after waiting for him to get his jeans on.

“Yes Sir”

“You one of those homosexuals, son?”

“I guess.”

“You guess? You don’t know or what?”

“I am not sure, okay?”

“Don’t you cop an attitude, don’t you  even know? How could you be, what about Mary Beth last year or Rose the year before? How could you be one of those?”

“I don’t know… I wish I did, I just…”

“Listen to me boy, things are tough enough around here, now I have to deal with this, what would your mother say if she was here?”

“Well she wouldn’t be letting some mealy mouthed rug rat call me faggot or queer, for starters.”

“HUSH UP… you know its difficult enough to keep the peace here, now you wanna go and agitate it with this stuff?”

“No Sir, but its not my fault, they had no business bursting in here.”

“They are your brothers, why shouldn’t they?”

“Its my room, why can’t I have my privacy?”

“It’s not your room Ashley, it’s my room.”

“That’s not fair”

“No it isn’t, it wasn’t fair that your mother got cancer, it wasn’t fair that your stepbrother’s had a father who was a drunk and an abuser, it isn’t fair that we have to work twice as hard to make this place stay afloat, so what are you going to do about it? Groan more like some old woman or be a man and take it in stride?”

“I am not complaining, I appreciate all you have done, but this isn’t my fault.”

“NO? NO? Is it their fault that this filth is in the house? Is it their fault for it laying on the floor for them to see?”

“No sir”

“Damn right it isn’t, now we have to deal with this.”

“Yes Sir”

“I’ll need to talk this over with your stepmother, but I don’t know, those boys are not going to let you forget this either.”

“So what are you saying? I should leave?”

“Well, maybe for awhile, maybe you should.”

“But Dad, this is my place too, you always, I mean…”

“Ashley, how are you ever going to be able to run this place?  With the way folks take to strangers, never mind homosexuals, you really think you can hang on to this place?”

“So now you taking away my inheritance?”

“Your stepbrothers will see you benefit from it, least they’ll be able to work it, you won’t, and you know that”

“No I don’t, that’s not right, I have stayed here, I gave up everything to stay here and work this place, now you want me to just leave?”

“No, you want to stay here, you stay here Ashley.”

“You mean that?”

“Yes, but you think about it son, you think of how all those town folk are going to act towards you every time you go into town, how your classmates are going to act, how the preacher is going to act when you go to church Sundays, all that, you think on it first, and then you think on how they going to act towards the rest of your family.

I know you don’t really care for the boys, and all that but Betty has been good to you son, she is a good woman, and she doesn’t deserve ill of us, now does she? And what about the young uns? They haven’t harmed you one bit, hell, they don’t even know what all the fuss is about, now do they?”

“No Sir, but I am sure Tommy will explain it to them”

“Yes, and what about him? You two have been butting heads ever since he moved in with his ma, now he’s only going to be looking to pick on you, so Ashley, you decide, you tell me, unless you’re willing to spend hours each day in fights, name callings, you really figure this is all worth it?”

“HEY YOU WANT ANOTHER OR NOT? Ain’t got all day sweetie.”

Ashley blinked and realized that the waiter was standing in front of him. The image of his father passed and he ordered another beer, counting the change out, watching every penny he spent. It was hard to fathom the way prices changed. He was used to spending a buck back home, yet here he was paying three bucks for the same beer, and it didn’t taste the same.

He looked back into the crowd, and saw all the different people, the noise deafening to him as he wondered what it really was like to just be like all those people? 

Terry watched Darius singing at the piano. He was pretty good, and he had added a couple of new titles to his routine, which were pretty damn good. The dykes, especially Darlene, didn’t like the new material much but they were a bunch of sour pussies anyway. Damn he never did get along with that group, and Darlene loved making trouble for him. Shit, once she almost got him killed, and he grimaced recalling the scene when he felt his shoulder being squeezed.

Looking up he stared into a pair of old eyes, creases all around them, wrinkles showing the age of the man.

“Terry my boy, long time, how are you doing?”

“Not bad Stan, not bad, you’re looking good.”

“Yep, feeling good too, so can I sit down?”

“Yeah sure.”

“Thanks, so where you been hiding yourself there Terry, I missed seeing you.”

Stan wasn’t really a bad sort, least he never gave him any trouble. Sometimes though, he was a bit possessive but at his age, guess that was allowed. If you looked closely you could see the age starting to wear on him, but for the most part he didn’t look like he was in his mid sixties.

“How you been keeping Terry?”

“Okay”

Stan sat back in the chair, twirling his drink in the glass and enjoying the fine features of Terry. He always liked ‘his boys’ to be fresh faced and blondes were something special. Terry had filled his needs very well, but he had his manners, and it irritated Stan at times, but what could you do? You paid your money and then you either paid more or you let them go. He hated letting Terry go, but he only allowed himself so much ‘mad money’ as he called it. 

“What you looking at Stan? Got lipstick on my cheek or something?”

“Hehe, no, no just thinking of how long its been since you and I spent some time together.”

Terry just smiled, his eyes crinkling a bit at the corners, and just a hint of white of his teeth showing. He knew Stan well and that line generally meant that the old guy was on the prowl for some fun. Hell, it had been a long time and he really hadn’t been able to score much tonight. Besides, Stan was okay, he never really was a tough date.

“So, you going to buy me a drink Stan?”

“Okay, what you drinking?”

“Run and coke, don’t tell me you forgot already?”

“Hehe, no just never sure if you have changed your tastes or not Terry”

“No, my tastes haven’t changed, have yours?”

“Haha, never one for beating around the bush are you?”

“Nope, so?”

“Well, I am feeling rather generous tonight, how about one more drink, then maybe you and I can slip out to my place for a bit?”

“Okay I guess one or two drinks first would be in order, depends though on just what you had in mind for later.”

“Oh, like I said, I am feeling generous tonight, how about we go all the way?”

“Really? Well, okay by me, now let me see, if I remember right you used to give me, what was it now, hmmm, one and half or was it two for that?”

“haha, Terry you know I never gave anyone two for anything, it was one and a half.”

“hehe, well you can’t blame me for trying now, yeah one and half it is then.”

“Good, that’s what I like about you Terry, you always try”

They had left the bar after two drinks and the drive to Stan’s place had been filled with Stan reciting some of what had been going on since they last had dated. He always liked to talk, as if they were friends, even though Terry knew that Stan only was interested in his body. 

The apartment wasn’t a bad one and it did have a doorman, which surprised Terry a bit. Stan wasn’t what you would call your extravagant type and he did watch his pennies, hell if you ever got a tip from Stan you either were dead, or he was.  Yet his apartment was different.

He had an awesome video and CD collection that always amazed Terry. The movies were good ones too, classics and always in mint shape and you could never find a speck of dust in the place. Terry had remarked on that once, and was stunned to learn that Stan had someone in twice a week to clean. It really had been a shock, to think of Stan spending money for someone to come and clean, but least once you made a deal with him, he never did back out, just like tonight.

“So, Terry you want another drink first?”

“No thanks, I have had enough for now, you want to go in the bedroom now?”

“Sure, why not.”

“Okay, thought you liked to talk a bit first, but hey…”

“Oh you and I know each other well enough that we can skip that, besides I think I might just want to catch last call at the bar.”

“Oh? And I am sure that the new waiter Rob has nothing to do with this sudden desire to head back?”

“You know me too well Terry… you don’t mind do you?”

“Mind? Huh? Oh, no, no problem… look if you’d rather do this another…”

“Oh no, you aren’t getting off that easy my young friend, come on let’s go”

The bedroom wasn’t all that big, but the queen sized bed and night table pretty well saw to that. He liked the bed, it was always clean and neatly made up and he waited while Stan undressed and got the bed ready.

This was the one part of his job that really wasn’t all that much fun for him. He liked Stan okay, but seeing a 66-year-old man getting undressed didn’t exactly turn his crank. Stan also liked to play a little, he would wiggle his hips as he pulled the covers down on the bed, as if that would get his date horny, when in fact Terry found it rather pathetic.

As Stan finished propping up the pillows and setting up the night table with the tube of KY gel and the condoms, he looked around the room, trying to get his mind to concentrate on business at hand. The image of a tall young man came to his mind, a face shocked to see him bending down and a small smile curled around his lips as he remembered those eyes, the way they bugged out as they took in his semi limp dick and his full balls. Man he wished he had him here right now, he’d really give him something to ogle.

Stan was ready in record time; guess he really was interested in the new waiter that had come on shift as they were leaving. Well he didn’t blame him, the guy was hot, but word was he was straighter than an arrow. Figures, Ned most likely was trying to convert him. Fat chance, judging by the way the guy handled himself.

While Stan lay on the bed, his hands resting to his side, Terry started to undress. He smiled down at Stan, as he undid his blouse/shirt and he could see how he was holding Stan’s attention. Well that was something, least tonight wouldn’t be a loss.

As each button opened and exposed his milky white chest to Stan’s old eyes, he could see his small dick wiggle a little as the blood slowly flowed towards it, slowly letting it rise up from its peaceful sleep. Shit even his dick had wrinkles, but once it got fully erect they weren’t too bad, only trouble was Stan rarely got fully erect.

As he slowly let his top fall to the floor, he could feel Stan’s eyes boring in on his waist. Well, he couldn’t disappoint the guy and he ran his hand around his waist, letting a couple of his fingers poke inside, to stretch the top out and he was sure that it was working. 

Carefully, not wanting to drag it out or shorten it too much, he started to unbutton his jeans, remembering that he was not wearing any underwear tonight. Well, that would be a surprise for Stan and he smiled wider, letting more of his teeth show. It had the desired affect as he heard Stan suck in his breath as the zipper came down, slowly, and he knew Stan could see small tufts of his pubic hairs sticking out.

With an experts twist, he started to slowly push his jeans down his young thighs, and as he did he instantly recalled the young face of the boy in the bathroom, feeling his cock spring to life with that image and he smiled even wider now, knowing he would not disappoint Stan.

The pants were at his ankles, and as he stepped out of them to stand perfectly naked in front of Stan, he noticed that for tonight, Stan was co-operating perfectly, his own cock was perfectly straight, standing fully erect which was a bonus. The wrinkles were there, but stretched to a fine line as he turned to turn off the light.

“Leave it on this time Terry”

“Sure?”

“Yep, I want to see your face this time”

“Okay”

Terry walked back to the bed and he climbed up on his knees. It wasn’t usual for Stan to want to see, and for his part he did prefer the darkness but the customer was always right. He brought his hands forward as he crept closer to Stan. His hard cock a little softer now, but still looking hard enough and he reached down to brush his hand along Stan’s head, to feel his evening beard, to touch his weathered cheeks as he slowly inched his groin closer to Stan’s mouth.

He could feel Stan’s hot breath on the tip of his cock as he slowly inched it closer, reaching down to bring it up to the aged lips and lightly running the tip along the cracked lips, letting Stan taste a little of his meat. A small shiver went down his spine as he felt Stan’s mouth slowly opening and he inched forward even more, teasing him a little, not letting his cock go past the lips, then just as he thought Stan was ready, he pushed forward with his hips.

His long thick cock moved inwards, past the old teeth and he could feel the slight constriction of Stan’s throat, so he held back a little, waiting till the man had settled down, accustomed to the thick meat in his mouth. In no time now, Stan had the cock in his mouth, licking at the huge pole, and as he did, Terry wondered if  ‘eyes’ would enjoy licking his dick this way.

A smile crossed his face as he thought of the nickname for the tall guy who had walked in while he was getting changed. “eyes” seemed to suit him cause man his eyes sure did bulge as he looked Terry over. Fuck, he wished he had followed him out and introduced himself. Well, maybe if they did go back early enough he might find him there, and maybe apologize for his attire.

The idea was working well on his mind, his cock was rock hard again and Stan had to think it was from his expert tongue action, god if he only knew what really was getting him going. Course, you never did tell a trick that, you always made them seem like they were the cause of your erection and pleasure, even if you didn’t get any pleasure.

Terry added a few moans to his hip action as he pushed in and out a few times, letting his mind play back different scenario’s with ‘eyes’ and he could tell that Stan was enjoying it as well.

Knowing it was time, he pulled his dick out of Stan’s mouth, letting it come out very slowly, then wiping the tip across Stan’s lips one last time before he climbed up off the bed and went to the night table. Quickly he picked up a condom, and opened it up and started to roll it down his hard cock, rushing a bit so as not to let his dick soften and to keep his date entertained.

Stan had turned over, his bony rear staring at Terry as he climbed in beside him, rolling the condom down his softening penis. He knew it was going to be close and he closed his eyes, thinking of how he’d like to show his dick to that hunk, to ‘eyes’ and how he would take him home, show him just how much fun a ‘drag queen’ could really be.

His mind concentrated on that face, the eyes bulging out at they took in his equipment, as they simply seemed to devour every inch of his long thick penis, even though it hadn’t been fully hard, it still showed its potential nicely. It’s also what got him into a lot of trouble but he didn’t think of that as he moved his hips up, his hands deftly scooping some lubricant up and coating first his penis, then gently sliding the greased finger along Stan’s waiting canal.

As his fingers touched the weathered skin, he could feel Stan already starting to moan, his breath already short and shallow as he awaited his prize, his paid for prize. Stan’s body started to shake a little as Terry’s finger moved slowly around the puckered hole, teasing it and at the same time lubricating it well.

Stan started to moan now, as Terry gently pressed in with his two fingers, stretching the pink hole a little, though it really didn’t need much stretching. It had seen lots of action, but still he wanted Stan to be comfortable, to enjoy his date. 

Carefully he brought his hips up and started to slide his almost fully erect penis up the withered cheeks, easily pushing aside the flesh, feeling the occasional bone as he slid it up and down, coating the tip even more and then he brought it up to the hole, let it sit there a few seconds as his mind conjured up the bathroom scene one more time.

It worked, and he could feel himself harden even more, as close to a full erection as he would get tonight and with a soft but firm outward thrust, Terry sent his cock inside, pushing away the almost non existent resistance from the sphincter muscle.

A short cry from Stan told Terry that he was in, his cock head was fully inside and slowly he moved in closer, pushing his 7 ½ inch penis in, making sure Stan felt every inch of it go inside, forcing him to breath through his mouth as the pain of the thick cock stretching his insides was slow and deliberate.

His groin pressed up against the bony buttocks, and Terry reversed himself, slowly pulling it out, making him feel every inch still, making it go on, dragging it on and Stan responded groaning loudly, moaning his enjoyment and just before the large cock was fully extracted, Terry stopped, then in one quick push, he sent his cock spiraling inwards again, faster this time, taking Stan totally by surprise. 

He pushed and pulled for several minutes, making Stan squirm under his touch, and with one hand he reached across the aged body, to grab hold of Stan’s own hard cock. Wrapping his hand around the cock, still covered with some lube, he started to jerk Stan’s penis while shoving his own deep into the body.

It didn’t take him long, and he could feel Stan’s whole body starting to quiver as it came ready to shoot his load. His own balls were still far from ready and that was okay, he’d fake that before too and he started to moan with Stan, simulating his own excitement.

The old cock was hot, and it started to jerk in his hand, and now Stan was crying out, pleading for Terry to cum with him and Terry managed to simply croak out an answering ‘yes’ as he stroked the cock faster, gripping it harder in his one hand, while his hips pushed faster back and forth on their own.

He could feel the start of Stan’s ejaculation and he started to grind his hips, yelling now to make Stan think he was cumming too. With a giant moan and rather powerful tremor, Stan’s cock started to dribble its milk out, and it slowly flowed through Terry’s fingers, coating the insides and as he felt it, he let out a cry, shoved his hips hard forward, to plant his cock deep inside of the older man, wedging it in hard, hitting his prostrate and then he just ground his hips, his groin rubbing hard and incessantly against the bony butt.

With practiced skill, he started to let himself pant, as if he had just had a major orgasm, and his hand rubbed the small amount of jizz back onto Stan’s softening cock. He could already feel the wrinkles as the blood quickly left the pole, returning to the other parts of the body.

He lay there for a few minutes, panting, letting Stan cool down and playing his role to the hilt. Finally he knew it was time and he slipped his almost limp penis out, and in a shot he was off the bed and heading towards the bathroom, yelling that he had to pee like a race horse.

Closing the bathroom door, Terry pulled the dry condom off and flushed it down the toilet. No way then for any snooping eyes to know if he did or didn’t cum and that was how you kept a trick happy. He washed up quickly, knowing that Stan would be dressed and raring to get back to the bar to flirt with the new waiter. Thinking of him, he wondered just how straight was he, because he certainly had possibilities.

Walking back into the bedroom, he saw that Stan was indeed almost dressed, he was just buttoning his shirt up and he looked happy, there was a nice glow in his normally pallid face and in a way, that made Terry happy and proud. Least he wasn’t like other hustler’s, he did take pride in leaving his date’s happy.

“Man Stan you still got it, don’t you?”

“Hehe, if you say so Terry, it was okay for you?”

“Okay? Yeah Stan it was ‘okay’ for me, hehe”

“Well, good, I mean its always better when both have a good time, now here you are, we agreed on one and a half, right?”

“Yep, that we did Stan”

“Okay, well here is an extra ten for you, I really did enjoy myself, you know Terry, you have a nice way with you.”

Terry was a bit shocked, Stan giving him a tip? Well, stranger things had happened, he just never thought that he would see the day that Stan actually would shell out a dollar more than necessary, let alone ten whole dollars.

“Wow, thanks Stan, that is really generous of you” he said, pocketing the bills in his jeans pocket, feeling rich again and feeling like the evening hadn’t been a total wipe out.

“You heading back to the bar?”

“Yep, I think we have lots of time, drop you off there or you gonna spend some of that money inside?”

“Hehe, well I could use a drink so yep, and tell you what, how about I buy you one? Now there’s one for the books hey?”

“Oh Terry you are a real sweet heart, come on let’s go and no, I’ll buy you one though. Hehe such a kidder”

Terry walked to the elevator and waited beside Stan for the taxi to arrive. Man, he had never seen Stan so happy or for that matter extravagant. Well, maybe not for most people, but for Stan it was almost like letting the vault doors open.

He waved a passing greeting to Carl as they were entering the bar, when he stumbled and found himself up against the warm body of a tall man. He was starting to mumble his apologizes when he lost his voice as he stared into the wide-open eyes of him. Damn, this was the second time that the young man had surprised him, and this time was even more enjoyable.

Terry could feel the warmth and also the fear coming from the tall young man. Also, after many years of practice, he also felt the young man’s excitement, in all the right places.

“Uh sorry, uh you okay?” the tall Adonis said, and Terry had to shake himself a little, as he was totally captivated by the strong voice and the foreign lilt to it.

“Sure, no problem, looks like I keep scaring you off, not leaving are you?”

“What? Oh, no I mean yeah I guess”

“No you aren’t leaving or you guess you are?”

“Yeah I should before I spend too much.”

“Oh? Well, hey tell you what, why don’t you come join me, my treat?”

Ashley stared at the blond figure who he had almost bowled over. God he smelled so damn good, and his eyes were to die for. The curls in his hair looked so hot, he felt like he wanted to just run his hands through them.

It was hard for him to even talk to the guy, I mean he had walked in on him, seen him in, well nude, and what he had seen had made his dick ache for at least an hour after. Shit, he had to be a fag, the way guys made him weak at the knees, the way they made his dick stiffen like a steel rod, and well, he did come all this way to find out, to prove it one way or another.

“So? Gonna stay and have a drink or two with me?”

“Well, uh, I guess so, I mean, yeah sure but I can’t buy you one back, that uh, well, it doesn’t seem fair.”

“Hehe, well you certainly are new here aren’t you? By the way, the name is Terry, yours?”

“Ashley, Ash