It was two o'clock in the morning. Jim took a gulp of coffee as he sat patiently in his car in the deserted park. He put his drink down in the cup holder, and looked at his watch thinking, "where the fuck is this kid?" Jim looked around nervously to make sure no one saw him. He'd be in a shit load of trouble if he got caught. Right then a beat up old Ford Taurus pulled into a space on the other side of the parking lot, and the driver shut off the engine. The old clunker's high beam's flashed twice, Jim knew that was the signal. He waited for the driver to get out so he could look him over.
The driver got out of the car with a giant can of beer in his hand, walked to the front, and leaned back on the hood. Jim figured he was probably in his early twenties, average height, really skinny, maybe one hundred thirty pounds. His T-shirt was really tight on him, despite how thin he was. He was wearing jeans and hiking boots, pretty typical, Jim thought.
"The kid looks ok," Jim said to himself as he opened the door and got out of his car. He took another cautious look around, making sure he saw no one, before moving forward. The kid's eyes were locked on Jim as he approached. Jim had seen that defiant look many times before, and was used to it. He stared the boy down with an even more intimidating glare as he approached.
When Jim was about two feet from the boy he stopped. They glared at each other for a moment before the boy took a final swig from his beer, crushed the can, and tossed it on the ground. Jim looked over at the discarded can for a second, before returning his glare to the boy. He was about to say something, but held his tongue. He didn't even know the kid's name, and honestly didn't give a fuck.
The looks these two men were giving each other would have made just about anyone else piss themselves, but neither man was giving an inch. The kid held out his hand towards Jim and said, "C'mon pops, I don't have all night." Jim finally reached into his wallet, pulled out a crisp hundred dollar bill, and slapped it into the kid's palm. The boy never took his eyes off Jim as he slipped it into his jeans pocket.
Their eyes were still locked on each other as Jim approached closely enough to grab the kid's belt buckle. Jim unfastened the boy's belt and unzipped his jeans. "Damn, I've seen chicks packing more than this," Jim said loud enough for the kid to hear. Jim took a second to examine the kid's maybe two inch flaccid penis for any warts, abrasions, or other signs of disease.
Satisfied that the kid was fairly clean, Jim knelt down and took the tiny love muscle into his mouth. The kid didn't even seem to notice, but Jim didn't care. He didn't give a shit if this little prick got off. Jim wasn't doing this for the kid's benefit, he was getting his own nine inch monster ready for action. Jim felt the kid begin to stiffen a bit, as he had his entire penis in his mouth. They were still looking each other square in the eye, when the kid broke eye contact for a second and moaned slightly.
Jim knew it wouldn't be long now, the kid was getting into it. Jim felt his own loins begin to stir. He reached down, unfastened his belt buckle, and unzipped his trousers, relieving the pressure on his swelling manhood. Jim suddenly yanked the boy's jeans into a heap around his ankles, and began massaging his balls. The kid's hips began to sway slightly, he was clearly having a good time.
Jim reached down and pulled his dick out of the slit in his boxers. He fondled it a bit to bring himself to full erection, before grabbing the kid's balls in one hand and shoving a finger up his ass with the other. "Oh fuck yeah," the kid said out loud, as Jim sucked his cock, played with his balls, and fingered his ass at the same time.
