Streets to Sheets E5 | The homeless guy just needs a little care.

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“Hey,” I say as Carter gets in the passenger side of my car. It feels a little tense given that I freaked out on him a couple hours ago. I almost considered not picking him up, but I already promised him and I didn’t even have his phone number to let him know otherwise. Does he even have a phone?

“Hey, big man,” he says as he buckles up. “Thanks again.” 

“You don't have to keep saying thanks.” I look at his jacket’s sleeve, which had my cum smeared all over it earlier in the day. I think he might have washed it somewhere, because the stain is gone but he still smells a little bit like the pool. 

I start driving us home, still unsure on what to say. I've already apologized for blowing up earlier and so I think we can probably leave it in the past now. Still, I can tell he feels it too with how stiff his body language is. He's also talking to me like he's walking on eggshells. 

“It's my brother’s old room. That's why I have an extra bed there,” I say as I make a turn. 

“He's got good taste in mattresses. I sleep so good on it.” 

“I picked it.” I smile at the memory. “Well, we picked it together. The one he wanted was way too soft.” 

I could feel him watching me as I drove. It was not a judgmental kind of looking. It was the kind of looking that's curious and… attentive. That’s why I continued telling him the story.

“He's passed now. He got hooked on something from his ‘friends’.” I use air quotations with one hand while my other hand grips the steering wheel tightly. 

“Wilson… I'm so sorry,” Carter says and unsettling silence fills the empty gaps in our conversation. 

“It's my fault. I should've been watching out for him more. I tried. I even bought this house so he would always have a room.” I pull up in my driveway just as the tears cloud my vision in a dangerous way. 

“Wilson.” Carter puts his hand on my lap. “It's not your fault.” 

“It is though,” I say and look at his face for the first time. His green eyes are watery. “I'm supposed to be the one to–”

“The poison doesn't care. It doesn't give a flying fuck who’s looking out for who.” Carter rolls up his sleeves to show me his scars. I've seen them, but I wasn’t going to bring them up. “I was lucky. A lot of my friends didn't make it.” He uses air quotation marks too with a sad smile. “It's not their fault either. What's his name?” 

“Jackson. We should get in.” I cut the conversation short and get out of the car first. After letting us in, I grab the laundry basket. “I'll wash your jacket. I can wash the rest of your clothes too, if you want.” 

“Could you? I mean, I can do it myself, ya know. But it would be nice to start fresh,” Carter says as he pulls off his jacket. I wish I still had some of Jackson’s old clothes to give him.

“I'll do it. You can take a shower.” 

“Okay.” He puts the jacket in the basket, and then takes off his t-shirt. Next, he pulls his pants and underwear down, blocking the reveal as he bends over to remove them from his ankles. 

He looked like he had the instinct to cover up before handing his pants to me, and then remembered that there isn't really a point. Fully soft, his overgrown black bush shrouds most of his member.

“Did you want to…?” He tugs a little at his flaccid tip. I must be staring.

“It's fine.” I shake my head. I wasn't in a horny mood after our talk in the car. He goes off to shower and I watch the dragon tattoo slither on his back as he walks away. 

I decided to mix his clothes with my laundry, since they didn't look too dirty. It's only been 2 days since I washed them last, so I figured it’s fine. 

“Big man?” I heard him call from the bathroom. I press start on the machine and then find him in the tub with the door wide open. 

“Yeah?”

“Do you have a razor or anything I can use? I could use a little manscaping.” His hand plays with the long curly bush. 

“Um.. yeah.” I look in my drawers and find a new razor guard. I replace it on my shaver and pass it to him. “How do you shave your face?”

“I’ve got a razor but I don’t want to use the same one upstairs and downstairs, ya know. Do you… have anything more classic?” Carter says as he studies the shaver. “I've never used this before.” 

“Got rid of those a long time ago. They're not good for your skin.” I scratch my thin layer of stubble. “It's easier to use than a blade one.” 

“Okay. Nevermind then.” He passes it back to me. 

“Seriously! It's easy!” I turn it on and show him. “It’s not going to cut you with this guard on.” 

“It's okay.” Carter laughs with his hands open. The way he's standing highlights his flat stomach and thin waist. “With my luck, I might just cut it off.” 

“I can show you. You'll never go back after.” 

“I wouldn't have anywhere to charge it.” He shrugs, once again self-consciously playing with his bush. “This is really bothering me though.” 

“Let me help you.” I thought I wasn't horny after blowing a load on him earlier, but now that he's right there in front of me…. 

“If you don't mind, big man.” Carter puts both hands behind his back. I sit on the closed toilet seat and lean forward, looking closely at his uncut flaccid cock. 

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. I turn on the razor again. I start at the top of his bush, and it quickly falls off him as I mow through. zzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZ. I pass by this area several times, until his pale skin shines through. 

“I'm going to get closer to the base now,” I whisper. I pull his dick down, so I can pass the razor around the round shape of the base. 

“That's…kinky,” Carter says with a little chuckle in his voice. I can’t help but massage his shaft a little, and am encouraged when it starts reacting to my touch. Swelling up slowly, it becomes more of an effort to keep it down.

Lifting his cock now so I can get the underside, I note how hairless his balls are. It's like all his hair follicles were concentrated just around his cock. 

zzzZzZZZZZZZZ

I let go of his dick and it stands up by itself. I use my palms to brush off the hair on his shaft and it bounces at me, peeking out of its foreskin. 

“You okay?” I grab the hard shaft fully and it pulses in my hand. 

“Yeah. Go ahead, big man. Do your thing.” Carter keeps his hands behind his back.

I pull his foreskin down so I can see the moist tip better. 

“Not more than that,” he reminds me and I stop short of pulling it all the way down. Jerking it like that, I admire my neat work of trimming his bush down. His cock looks much bigger without it. 

“I can wash it before you suck it, if you want. If you want to suck it, I mean.” His dick turns more rigid as he talks. 

“Can I wash it?” I look up at him and he smiles at me. He moves over so I can get in the shower too, albeit fully dressed. Turning on the water, he passes the shower head to me. 

“Oof! A little hot.” Carter jumps as the water hits him. He hastily turns down the temperature and pushes his naked ass against my clothed crotch. “Okay, that's better.”

After spraying down his groin and watching the remaining hair bits go down the drain, I use the bar of soap to lather up his private parts. 

He's still hard. 

Like, really hard. 

“Oh…” Carter sighs as I put the bar down and wrap my hand around his bubbly shaft. “Oh….” My hand slides down his slippery cock, reaching down to his shaved pubes and back up in a slow repetitive motion.

“Is that good?” I gently clean his cock and balls, using strokes to keep him excited. Trying to push the limit a bit, I pull on his foreskin and expose a little more of his head. 

“Oh god… did you want to suck it?” Carter says as his head tilts back. I drop the shower head, soaking my socks and the bottom of my pants and use my free hand to touch his slim torso. “If you keep going, I'm going to bust.” 

“Is it better like this?” I stroke him hard and fast. The immediate moan I got from him was the answer I needed. 

“Oh…ohh…OHHHH!” I make Carter spurt, his cum landing on the silver faucet . He reaches out to place his palms on the shower wall as I empty him. “OH…oh….oh…” His dick softens immediately in my grip. “Wilson, the head!” he says with a clenched jaw and I reach down to cup his smooth balls.

“Was that good?”

“Was that good for you?” Carter asks, breathing heavily as he lets me fondle his balls. “That was like a gourmet handjob.” 

“Gourmet?” I laugh behind him. 

“The soap. Hey.” Carter stops my hand from stroking him again. “It's better without the hair getting caught, that’s for sure.”