Give him the best handjob for a nighttime stay...

You hear the noises of the men out there. They are getting rowdy and horny. At least from what you can tell. You shuffle closer to where you heard the zipper open and slowly draw your hand towards it.

There, you feel it, his skin was soft, and at the mushroom tip, which was slanted, there was some rigidness. It felt a tiny bit girthier than yours, and maybe just a hair longer? You gulped as you continued to feel the homeless man's cock. It jumped at your touch. The smell of ham entered your nostrils as you continued to explore up and down his shaft. Your slender hands touching every inch, finding every vein. Surprisingly his pubes seemed well-groomed, and his balls were taught when you felt them with your other hand.

"You going to start? Or be a doctor about it?" The homeless man grumbled.

"It's my first.," you whisper, it was, other than your old one of course.

"Sure..." The man said in disbelief.

You start to wrap your hand around his veiny cock and start to pump it. Similar to how you enjoyed it. Every so often you twist your hands around, with your other hand you slowly tickle his balls and cup them. It was surprisingly fun playing with this dick. It moved and jumped and did everything you commanded it to. You licked the tips of your fingers and touched all his sensitive zones. Continuously pumping him.

"You're really good for a first-timer..." the man said between grunts of pleasure.

" I need a place to stay tonight..." You say as you continue to pleasure him. You can hear the men all over the alleyway. There's no way you are going out there tonight. " Can I stay?"

"Fine... but you might need to do this again."

"You mean this?" You ask as you cup his balls and pump his dick super hard. Twisting every which way to milk him of his seed.

"Fuck.... me.." He says as he grunts out. His member sputters and splurts out cum, it drips down around your hands as you continue to pump.

"You can stay. That was the best I'm getting this year I'm sure." The man said as he throws you a large rag. "I ain't got pillows but if you lay near me there are some newspapers that will do."

He coughed as he zipped up his pants again and turned over, his back to you.

You curl up under the rag and sleep with your back towards him. He quickly starts to snore.

You look into the lights dancing off the walls of the ally way, and slowly your mind drifts away as you listen to the ruckus men drinking and yacking.