"You sure? I'd rather give you cash... I mean you let me piss in your car." I say, still leaning between the front seats.
"I mean... I guess for a sec... "
"That's a good boy." I smile broadly at him, watching him turn an even brighter shade of red.
I hop out of the car and hear the beep of his alarm as he follows close behind. I open the front door and walk toward the elevator as he paces nervously. In the brightly lit lobby, I can see him in full. He's definitely a cute kid. He's a few inches shorter than me and seems to have a slim tight body under his fitted t-shirt.
The elevator door opens and I gesture for him to go first. I'm glad I did cause he has a perky, fat ass filling out his shorts. He's obviously uncomfortable for the twenty-second ride up to the fifth floor, not able to look at me as I watch him.
We walk into my apartment, I throw my keys down and kick off my shoes as he stands there looking around. I walk towards the kitchen as he stays back, awkwardly standing by the door.
"You want a drink?" I ask him, opening a cabinet.
"I probably shouldn't..."
"Why, how old are you?"
"Twenty-four..." he blushes as his answer trails off, it's cute.
"So?" I ask, pulling a bottle of bourbon out and holding it up.
"I have to drive..."
"Oh shit! Right! Let me grab the cash. Have a seat."
I walk to the bedroom to get his money. 'Damn, could have sworn he was a sure thing.' I think to myself, hoping to at least get some head after my little show.
I grab a few twenties and turn back towards the door when I remember the looks he gave in the car...and elevator. I know the look... yearning, desire, hunger. He's probably just shy I reason and take a risk. I drop my jeans, kick them off with my socks and walk back in nothing but my dirty jockstrap.
His eyes go wide when he sees me reenter the living room and he quickly adjusts the way he's sitting.
"Here you go..."
I hand him the rolled-up wad of cash and his eyes are fixed on my bulge. His fingers brush mine as he takes the cash with his gaze locked in place.
"Thank you.. this is too much..." He says softly, his voice shaky.
"Buddy I would've wet myself if you didn't let me fill that bottle...which... shit! I think I left it in your backseat."
"It's not a problem," he says and I think I catch him smiling at the thought.
He looks up at me for the first time and gives me an awkward smile. His face is bright red.
I walk back towards the kitchen letting him take in the full bounty of furry muscle ass exposed to him
"You sure you don't want a drink?"
"Maybe one..."
"Atta boy!"
I pour two glasses of bourbon and walk back to him offering him one. He is still seated at the edge of the sofa while I stand close enough to him that I know he is getting a whiff of my masculine, ripe aroma.
"Cheers!" I say brightly, staring down at him and holding out my glass.
His hand is trembling as he reaches to clink his glass against mine. I toss the dark, burning liquor back in one gulp and he follows suit. I step even closer to him, my bulge practically in his face, as I take his glass, making sure my big hand covers his as I do.
"Any other tip I can give you?" I ask, smiling down at him.
His eyes are wide as he swallows dryly and lightly licks his pretty pink lips.
"Pppp...pardon sir?" He stutters a reply.
I grab him by his collar and pull him up before planting my lips on his. His body, rigid at first, now melting into mine as his mouth opens, letting my tongue enter.
I break our kiss to pull his shirt off, admiring his lean smooth body and perky pink nipples, I start gently forcing the boy down, holding his hungry gaze. He's obviously no novice as he kisses and licks my furry body until he's face to face with my bulging jock on his knees.
"I saw you watching me. This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I ask him while rotating my hips so the tip of the pouch grazes his nose.
"Oh fuck yeah!" He replies eagerly, his bashful demeanor gone.
I grab his hair and pull his head forward so his face is firmly pressed into the damp, ripe fabric straining against my growing cock.
"That's right boy." I moan feeling his warm breath.
I hold him there, making him sniff and taste my sweaty pouch. He inhales deeply while he sucks and lightly nibbles on the worn crotch, making my thick dick grow to full rigidity.
"Yeah boy, get that dick nice and hard," I growl, admiring the view.
I pull the waistband down and let my thick eight inches spring free, landing on his face. Gripping the base, I smack my firm length across his face a couple of times. He is moaning in delight at the light abuse, smiling up at me. I can see his hand rubbing his own tent in his shorts.
"You want this big daddy cock, don't you boy?" I ask, smearing my precum across his lips.
"Yes sir!" His bright blue eyes begging up at me from under my shaft.
"You like the way my crotch smells? All that man musk and piss?"
"Oh fuck yes Daddy!
I grip his hair and guide his hungry mouth to my head, slowly forcing my way in. I can feel his wet, velvety tongue swirl around my head and expertly massage the underside of my length as I push further. He's doing an impressive job swallowing me down his throat as I ease in, allowing him to get used to the thickness.
"You're doing real good, boy." I moan softly,
Keeping my grip firmly on his hair until I feel his nose buried in my pubes. I hold his head in place, enjoying the warm wetness and the feel of his contracting muscles working around me and testing his capabilities. He starts to gag after a few seconds and I pull out until the head is on his tongue.
I really lucked out with my shy driver, accommodating on the ride, and even more so now. I feel his tongue swirling around the ridge and digging into my piss slit while he catches his breath. I push forward again, forcing myself back down all the way. Then out again and in again picking up my pace, making him gag with every thrust.
