Streets to Sheets E2 | He offers to do his share

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“It's fine. It's really fine.” I look away from Carter as he fastens up the bathrobe. “I can throw it in the wash after.” Mentioning the wash reminded me that his clothes are done and that gave me an excuse to get up. 

I'm sure he's glad to have me leave the room too. Geez, if someone caught me after jerking off, I would never show my face again. 

I've always wondered if I was the only one to still be dripping juices long after the actual orgasm though. I've made it a habit to not jerk off in the morning because otherwise I would find myself with a sticky mess in my underwear on the ride to work. 

I decided to stay in the laundry room for a couple more minutes after putting Carter's laundry in the dryer. If I'm going to welcome a homeless guy in for the night, I might as well go all out. I order some pizza on my phone before I head back into the living room. 

He's not going to steal something, is he? My heart rate quickened as the thought crossed my mind. Not that I have anything worthy to steal as it is.  Of course, he was still in the living room. He looked like he was in a daze, wrapped up in the white bathrobe and his cheeks a bit rosy.

“Are you alright?” I ask him as I sit down next to him. 

“Yeah. I'm just… warm.” Carter blinks a couple times slowly. “Thanks again, big man. It would've been a really rough night.” He looks out the window at the pouring rain. 

“I hope the pizza guy makes it through this storm.” I smile at his reaction to the thought of pizza. “Are you hungry?” 

“I'm starved!” 

I went to grab some cookies from the kitchen and then I watched him wolf them down unabashedly. Once he didn't have so much in his mouth, Carter turned to me. 

“Where's your wife?” he says while chewing. 

“I'm not married,” I replied, taking a cookie for myself. “Do you want some tea?” 

Carter shakes his head and continues, “Okay, husband then?” 

I stop short of taking a bite out of my cookie. How did he know? Everyone always says they can't tell that I'm gay. 

Having nothing to lose, I shake my head at that too and ask, “How'd you know I'm gay?” 

“You're flirty.” Carter's green eyes twinkle as he smiles. His jet black hair is almost dry at this point. “And you picked me up from the streets.” 

“Oh! Hey, I just meant to do a nice thing,” I defended myself, moving my body further away from him on the couch. I'm not some kind of perv or something. 

“Usually it's the cougars that like me.” Carter dusts his fingers off over the coffee table. “It keeps me off the streets for a night or two once in a while.”

I could feel his eyes probing me for more information. Seriously! I just didn't want him to spend the night out in the cold! I'm not trying to ask for anything in return or… 

“I guess you like the rough-around-the-edges kind of look too?” He runs his hand through his short black hair, spiking it up with the remaining moisture it has. 

“No, Carter, I…” I do find him attractive, obviously. Anyone with eyes would too. I won't lie and say a bad boy with a good heart isn't one of my dream men. 

“I really appreciate what you're doing for me, big man. And I'm willing to do my share.” 

My palms feel extremely sweaty. I know what he's getting at, but it doesn't feel appropriate. I just wanted to do a nice thing for a guy down on his luck. 

“Just no butt stuff,” Carter observes my nervous state. He undoes the bathrobe and lets it fall open. The dark thick patch of hair at his crotch screamed for my attention although I found it hard to escape his piercing green eyes. “I got off in the shower so I should be able to last a good half an hour. Is that long enough?” 

Oh geez…I was salivating at the young man naked on my couch. I got a little bit closer and touched his inner thigh with my hand. He's so warm. 

“It's alright, Wilson. I want to do this.” Carter grabs my hand and moves it, placing it over his burning crotch. His curly thick pubes go in between my fingers. “Let me return the favour.” 

I felt his cock morphing under my palm, changing shapes until it pushed against my fingers. I look into his green eyes silently and then give in. Taking my palm off, I lean down and put his hardening dick in my mouth. 

His crotch smells just like my soap. 

“Just be careful with the head. I can't pull it down too far,” Carter says. His dick finishes hardening in my mouth. I sucked him slowly to begin with, enjoying the handsome boy’s classic shape with my tongue. I come off to get a good look at what he's working with. It juts out of him at a 45 degree angle, with a hooded head that curves slightly downwards at the tip. 

He pulls the foreskin down for me. “This is about as far as it goes before it hurts.” I licked the part of the head that was exposed, marking the little grooves with the tip of my tongue. Carter held his cock at the right angle for me so I could suck on his tip while looking up at him. “What do you want me to do?” he asks. 

I reached up and felt his frail body while swallowing him down further. His body reacts as I run my hands on his chest and stomach, letting go of his cock so I can take all of his shaft in. 

I was happy to just to suck him of course, and to appreciate him for who he is. He's a sexy boy and it's a shame that he doesn't get this more often. I'll show him that he's worth the attention tonight. I want him to feel wanted. 

“Damn…” Carter lets out a small moan, moving his hand to my shoulder. “You're pretty good at this.” 

“AhHHhH…” I let myself moan with my mouth full of cock. He's right. I've fantasized about this before. I've always thought about how cute he was. I can tell how appreciated he feels for once, getting serviced and pleasured with no need for reciprocation. 

“You sure you don’t want me to do anything? I’m getting kind of close. You trying to get me to bust?” 

Slurp…

Slurp….

Slurp…

“If you keep that up, I'm going to cream your mouth,” Carter warns. I didn't want it to end but I loved the way his cock was swelling up in my mouth. His shoulders shrugged when I got him closer to the edge.

Slurp…

Slurp….

“Ah!! AHH!!!”

Slurp…

“Fuck!!!” He thrusts hips forward and I suck him hungrily, lapping up his cumshot as it leaks out of him. “Shit!” His small frame shudders violently. The taste of him travels down my throat. “Keep going, I’m still cumming…”

Slurp…

Slurp…

“Oh my …hahah…Jesus big man…” Carter chuckles. I look up at him, swallowing what's left in my mouth. His bright smile makes me feel like he's truly happy at the moment. 

Ding dong! 

“Oh the pizza’s here,” I say. Thank god I remembered to close the curtains. 

“Hey Wilson,” Carter stops me, “I can still stay here overnight right?”  His eyes conveyed the genuine worry that I was going to kick him out.

“Of course.”