A long walk into the night.

With Danny so worn out and disgruntled, you decide to leave him alone for a bit. Grabbing a jacket you head out for a walk, its late in the evening and starting to grown dark. The night air is cold and crisp, as you inhale deeply just enjoying the nearly deserted campus. As you wander a long thinking about the past few days... remembering your own reactions to everything that has occurred... You become lost in your thoughts, hardly paying attention to were your feet are taking you. Your mind wanders back to your own sexual failure... and having to find more exotic porn genres.

Slowly your tongue rolls around in your mouth, as you think about licking your own cum out of your palm. And about how much better Danny's cum had been than your own, you've been secretly craving that cum this whole time! The realization is a shocking one, and makes you stop walking and lean up against the rough brick wall of a building. Your tongue is licking your full lip's now, as your mouth fills with saliva at the thought of tasting Danny's... or some other guys cum. You shake your head hard for a instant, trying to drive those thoughts from your mind. Glancing around you are shocked to find yourself in the old part of town... you don't even remember leaving campus but must have at some point. Looking around you realize that your leaning up against the wall of the bus station, there are a number of young raggedly dress guys doing the same thing.

Just then a big older looking sedan pulled up to the curb, a smiling older looking guy stuck his head out the window. “Hey handsome... you need a ride or somethin'?' You are was just your average college aged guy, not a jock or anything like that. The guy looks like an older married man, you can see the ring on his finger and some kids toys in the back seat. The late December night was cold, and you could feel the heat coming out of that open window. “Come on... it's too cold to be walkin' jump in sport.” The smiling family man persists, insisting that he was really okay, and that you reminded him of an old buddy of his from school. "Let me just see ya get where you're going." Your troubled mind thinking that it would be cool to have a ride, even as a cool rain drops began to fall. It was a long way to campus and waking up in an alley wasn't where he wanted to find morning.

Walking over closer you looked the older man over a bit closer, the guy seemed nice enough, clean, and big with beady dark eyes. “What the hell.” You grunted, this guy wasn't going to hurt you, even if he tried you were sure that you could jump out of the car and escape. “Ok...” Moving around to the passage side, the you hopped into the front seat of the car.

“So what's your name?” The driver asked as he pulled out away from the curb, driving down the street faster now.

“John... just call me Johnny everyone does.” You grunted then reflecting on that realize it had been dumb to use your real name. It took you a long moments thought, to realize how you must look to middle aged family man sitting across from him. Own on a cold blustery night in just your light jacket and Tee shirt, not to mention you were rubbing at that half-hard cock through those low cut jeans as the guy had pulled up.

“Ya know I really like clean handsome bois like you...” The the balding older guy snorted, laying one big hot hand on your slender thigh. You glanced down at that big hot hand, resting on your leg feeling very nice there for some strange reason. “I think your pretty special... I wouldn't have stop... ya know if I didn't think you were special.” That flabby hand slides slowly up your thigh, thick fingers rubbing up over you semi hard cock within those jeans. Making you inhale deeply as that throbbing fucker begins to pulse even harder... under those caress's. “Handsome lad... nice girlie body you've got on you. Yeah you know I would never have stopped tonight... for anyone but you.” That was a flat out lie, you understood now that this guy had been out cruising for sex because there was something he couldn't get at home.

“What do you want?” You moaned out, not realizing Mr. family man would take it as a whore pricing services. The lustful middle aged guy rubbing up and down your sensitive cock, letting it get completely hard under that fat hand. The guy was grinning lewdly, just staring over at the plainly aroused look on your face. So distracted by the guys cock rubbing, you didn't realize they had missed his turn and had instead turned down a nearby alley. Looking around as they pulled to a stop in the narrow dark alley, so close to the dumpster that they were hidden from the street. As the car stopped the older man just kept rubbing that pulsing cock, with his big sweaty hand. "How much do you change for a blowjob." Mr. family man asked, making your head spin for a moment in confusion.

“How much what?” You asked weakly, as the hefty older guys face seemed to redden as he snorted.

“Oh come on... I'm not a cop or anything... How much money just to suck my dick? Come on boi... don't play dumb.” The hefty middle aged man was growing more aggressive now, as it at last dawned on you what he was talking about.

“I... Ummm...” You stammer trying to figure out how to tell him that you don't do that kind of thing... but the truth is you do... do it... have done it. “Forty bucks... fifty if you want me to lick your asshole to!” The words just spill out, and you know the instant you hear them that you're not the one saying them. As you watch as the older guys chubby face splits into a wide grin. As he at last got the response he was looking for, things were about to get fun.

"Now that's a reasonable price... I don't need the licking." He grunted making you sigh in relief before he pulled two twenties out of his wallet and shoved it into your trembling hands. Quickly you stuffed the money into the front pocket of your jeans, even as Mr. family man leaned back in his seat and unbuttoned his trousers. Taking out a short but thick cock, you stare at in enraptured for a long moment. When suddenly he grabs the back of your head... forcing it down towards his exposed organ. You open your mouth to protest this rough treatment, only to have that velvety purple cock head crammed into your mouth.

“Ammmmm...” You moan as it slides over your tongue, the taste of it sending quivers of pleasure through your body. As you inhale deeply drinking in the musky scent of his masculine crotch, you mouth goes to work almost desperately on that throbbing male organ. As Mr. family man starts talking... telling you how good your doing... explaining that his wife just will not suck a dick anymore. Stroking your hair and talking sweet again now that his cock is in your mouth. Praising you and your skill... telling you he wanted to make this a regular thing. Taking out your phone you hand it to him, so that he can put his number in it.