Danny was out of town, and Eric was horny as hell. He thought he might be getting carpal tunnel syndrome from masturbating, a sorry possibility for one of the country’s sexiest movie stars, so he decided to avail himself of Manhattan’s amenities. He hadn’t moved to New York for the weather, after all.
All he had to do was look out his apartment window. His answer was right there in muscle t-shirt and tight, dirty jeans patrolling the street corner.
Nice body! Eric thought enthusiastically. And he vaguely thought of his Danny as he noticed the kid’s unkempt dirty-blond hair. He whistled out the window, and the kid looked up and nodded.
*
Eric opened the door to appraise the day’s catch. Hmmm, he thought, more tattoos and piercings than I usually go for, but what the hell… The actor was pleased to see his new friend did have a three-day’s growth of beard, still sort of wispy but enough to toughen up his very cute face. Eric noticed especially the fellow’s blue eyes and full, red lips. Oh, wouldn’t those come in handy!
*
Eric stood there naked in his bedroom, his boner angling up and raging for attention. His big balls hung sweet and low, the bright sunlight making his scrotum translucent and silhouetting the hairs on it.
The young man was on his knees fully clothed. Eric was an exhibitionist and loved to be nude around people with clothes on. Since others couldn’t keep their eyes off him even when he was fully clothed, it just doubled his fun.
He was having an especially good time today, because he had ordered the hustler to strip him… slowly. By the time the kid’s fingers began tugging the elastic of Eric’s underpants, the actor’s erection strained against the fabric and the tip of his penis was moist.
As Eric stepped out of his underwear, the visitor’s mouth watered. He buried his face in the brunet beauty’s pubic hair and began earning his rent.
*
Eric had gone to college for a couple of years and was just too darned educated. Sometimes that proved inconvenient.
“Christ, your lips on my glans…,” he moaned appreciatively.
The kid looked up questioningly.
Oh, he doesn’t know what I’m talking about, Eric realized. But hell, it’s only one syllable, not like it’s a big word. “Um… the way you’re doing my tip… the head of my dick.”
“Oh, okay. Tastes mighty good either way,” the young man responded, politely obliging his host and continuing where he had left off.
Eric’s face suddenly became ecstatic. “Wow! I love having my meatus tickled! How did you know?”
The blond looked up blankly.
Oh jesus, Eric thought. What do regular guys usually call this? Oh yeah. “Where you were putting the tip of your tongue… right there in my piss hole.”
“Oh.” The hustler formed an “o” with his lips and went back to work on Eric’s penis.
As Eric pondered the difficulty of communicating with uneducated rough trade, he felt the warm, wet mouth drop below his erection.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah… lick my scrotum… ooh, careful with that left testicle!”
The kid was totally bewildered, worried he was offending his patron of the moment, imperiling his paycheck.
Christ, he probably thinks I’m from another planet, doesn’t he? Eric thought. “Um… you’re doing a great job on my bag there, but watch those balls, okay?”
The cutie on his knees nodded and vigorously continued his slurping and sucking. He knew what he was doing as he drove his client to the point of no return.
As the kid pulled back, Eric bucked his hips and ejaculated. The young man didn’t know the proper word for it, and Eric was in no condition to educate him. But the hustler did know a proper orgasm when he saw one, and he ducked as the actor’s sizzling semen whizzed past his ear.
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