Helping Young Fellow with a Few Bucks

Bill walked out of McDonalds and headed for his car. He noticed a small motorcycle parked next to his car and saw a young fellow standing by the trash can. "I wonder what he's doing there?" Bill thought to himself. He jumped in his car and glanced at they guy, who waved and came over to his window. Bill opened the window on the passenger side and said, "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, man, could you lend me a couple of bucks so I can get something to eat?"

Bill hadn't been approached by a panhandler since he had moved to Iowa--it seemed strange that the guy had approached him with a line he had heard from bums in L.A., but he felt sorry for the young fellow and thought it was his "Christian duty" to do anything to help. The guy didn't look like a bum--he had a clean mop of blond hair and looked like he had worked out some. Tight blue jeans and a white tee-shirt showed a well defined body. "Sure, here's a five."

The young fellow looked at Bill with a look of relief in his blue eyes. "Name's Tom, and I will pay you back."

"No problem--just help someone else in need when you're back on your feet."

"I'll do that; thank's a million, babe."

Bill's head jerked--"I beg your pardon?"

Tom repeated himself, "Thank's a million, bud."

As Bill drove off, he shook his head is disbelief. "Boy, I'm really out of it. Now I'm hearing things." The fifteen mile trip home through the rolling hills of Southwest Iowa gave him a chance to think about how many things had changed in his life. Twelve years ago, he had given up gay life. He had been in a leather bar in Long Beach and had heard some guy say to his lover, "God damn, that's the ugliest looking troll I ever did see." That was the last straw. A combination of fear of Aids and the realization that he would never have the lover he wanted finally convinced him that gay life was not for him.

Five years later, he left L.A. and moved to Southwest Iowa--hoping not to be tempted by the "sins of his flesh." He had become a virtual hermit--never socializing with anyone. He left home for work , Mcdonalds and church. Nothing else. He always knew that he was gay, but he wouldn't act on it. He had joined a fundamentalist church near his home and that added to his conviction--he couldn't deny who he was, but he didn't have to act on his desires.

Bill pulled into the driveway of his home and entered the house. He made his way through the clutter in the kitchen and headed for the bathroom. "One of these days, I've got to get this place cleaned up," he thought, but his who cares attitude won out. He looked in the mirror at his slightly disheveled brown hair and then down at his face: deep, brown eyes with a slightly piercing look, under a pair of thick glasses. He frowned at his nose--it always reminded him of a pig's snout. "Gosh, you're the ugliest thing I've seen all day. " He removed his clothes, jumped into his bath and cleaned off the sweat from his day at work.

That evening, he sat in front of the television, trying to get interested in the rebroadcast of a rebroadcast of some mundane show on Public Television. Every once in a while his mind would return to the cute blond who had asked him for money for food. "Must have been about 27, " he guessed, but he quickly tried to get him out of his mind. "Cute 27 year olds aren't interested in having anything to do with 49 year old farts like me," he thought. He quickly repressed all further thoughts of the blond and asked God to forgive him for his sinful thoughts. He turned off the television, headed for bed and soon went to sleep.

The next morning he awoke and looked at the clock. He had two hours to get ready for work. He jumped into the tub, shaved and put on some clean clothes and went through his usual morning ritual of getting ready for work. He jumped into his car, stoped at a local gas station for a diet coke and started his drive to work. About half way there, he noticed a guy walking on the side of the road . He stopped his car, opened the window, and called out, "Do you need help?"

"Yeah; I ran out of gas; could you give me a lift to the nearest gas station and get me back to my bike again?"

Bill gave a startled look when he saw that same blonde he had seen last night. The kid jumped into his car and looked over at Bill. "Heading for work?" the kid asked.

"Yeah, but I got plenty of time so I think I can get you back to your bike."

"Boy, Bill, you're becoming a regular white knight. Everytime I'm in trouble, you show up to help me out?"

Bill looked at the kid and said, "How do you know my name?"

"I asked at McDonalds. They seem to know all about you--I even know where you live."

"That's the disadvantage of living in rural Iowa; can't have any secrets; but you've got me at a disadvantage--I can't remember your name and I don't know anything about you."

"Tom," the kid said; "I was going to get a job this morning, but I ran out of gas. I won't be late though cause you picked me up. So I should be working by tomorrow."

"How can you be so sure?"

Tom looked up at Bill with a twinkle in his eyes and said, "I always get what I want."

"What an audacious kid," Bill thought. He stopped at a gas station--got a couple of gallons and gave the kid a lift back to his bike.

"I'll see you tonight at McDonalds, " Tom said to Bill. "Yeah, the guys at the counter told me that you always show up about seven. I owe you a dinner--I should be able to get an advance from the job I get today."

Bill started back toward work and couldn't seem to get the kid out of his mind. Bill laughed at the kid's words, "I always get what I want." Those words stayed with him the rest of the day while he worked. In the middle of the stress from his day to day work, those words would come to his mind and bring him to an instant smile.

One of his co-workers, looked at him and said, "You get some last night?"

Bill frowned, "You know better than that."

"Well, you sure seem happy today. Never seen you like that."

That evening, Bill pulled up to McDonalds. He frowned when he didn't notice the bike. "Oh, well, " he thought. He walked up to the counter and ordered his usual dinner. He pulled out his money and the server said, "It's already been paid for." He found a table to sit down at and started drinking his coffee. A few minutes later, Tom walked up to his table.

"Sorry I'm late man. I just got a place to stay and had to pay the deposit and shit."

"No problem; I mean, it wasn't a date," Bill added with a bit of sarcasm. "I'm not exactly your type."

Tom looked at him, a bit of intensity in his eyes which soon broke into the sparkle he had seen earlier that day, "I'll be the one to determine that," he joked back.

They continued their banter back and forth , finally Tom said, "Hey, man, there's a movie I want to see playing at the theatre. Want to come along?"

"Sure. I got nothing better to do."

After the movie, Tom decided he wanted Bill to see his new place. Bill walked into the apartment and Tom offered him a beer.

"I havn't had a drink in quite a while. I have to be careful, or I won't be able to drive home."

"No problem, man, I've got two bedrooms. You can crash here."

After a few beers, Bill started to feel a little drunk. "Tom, I got to get home."

"You're too far gone, Bill. Some cop will stop you and take your faggot ass to jail."

Bill looked up at Tom and said, "What? "

"I said, some cop will stop you and take that cute faggot ass of yours to jail. And I'd feel responsible, and I am not going to let that happen."

All the pent up emotions of twelve years welled up into Bill's eyes. He sat on the couch, tears coming to his eyes, "Am I that obvious? I have tried my best . . ."

"Bill, it's obvious. Everytime you look at me, you blush and turn away. Everytime I touch you, you blush and move away. You are one uptight guy, man."

Bill stood up, "I better leave."

"You're not going anywhere." With that, Tom pushed Bill into the spare bedroom. He pushed him down on the bed and started removing his clothes. He removed everything from his pockets and said, "I'm going to wash your clothes. You can't get anywhere without clothes. I got your keyes too, so don't try to leave when they're finished washing. "

"You get your kicks out of seeing some old, ugly, naked fart in your apartment?"

Tom looked at him with the same mocking intensity, "Whether you're old and whether you're ugly is for me to determine, not you."

Bill lay in the dark. He could hear Tom starting the washer, Sure, he was right; Bill knew that he wouldn't be able to get home, he was drunk. Soon the alcohol reached his brain and he passed out on the strange bed. What a strange feeling--not the old comfort of his own bed. About two that morning, Bill woke up and couldn't move his hands or legs. "What in the world? Tom, what's going on?" The door opened and Tom walked in completely naked. Before Bill stood the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He walked over to the bed and straddled Bill's chest pressing his member in Bill's face. "Babe," Tom said, "you want this, don't you?"

Tears welled up in Bill's eyes--he wanted Tom more than anything, but he couldn't ; he just couldn't. Bill's small dick instantly became hard as he looked up at Tom on his chest. "Tom, I can't; I just can't."

Tom looked down at Bill's face and wiped the tears away with his hand; slowly he leaned down and planted a kiss on Bill's cheek and said, "It's all right, babe. I know, I know." He reached down and started to slowly stroke Bill's cock . The pure physical sensations in Bill were overwhelming; he felt the long forgotten desires coming back to a head. Slowly, Tom worked his way down, licking and kissing every part of Bill's neck, then his chest, nipples and slowly teased his way down to his cock. He took the small member in his mouth all at once, licking and sucking, gently teasing him. Not in a hurried way, but gently, trying to give Bill as much pleasure as possible. Suddently Tom stopped, he moved up and looked into Bill's eyes, "Babe, I want to fuck you. Are you going to fight me?"

Bill looked up and could feel all his passions aroused as if from death. "No--God, no--take me anyway you want."

Tom removed the restraints from Bill's legs and hands grabbed a condom and then planted a kiss on Bill's mouth. Gently they explored each others mouths and suddenly Bill felt Tom pushing his member lower on his body. Tom reached over and grabbed some lubricant, putting it in Bill's ass. He raised Bill's legs to his shoulder and began the slow journey of penetration. At first Bill gasped--a slight pain.

"Relax, Babe," Tom said. "I know, it's been too long since someone loved you." The pain subsided and as Bill relaxed Tom gently started pushing his dick forward.

Bill could only bask in the ecstasy; the long forgotten memories; How he wanted this; he wanted it to last forever--the feeling of Tom's 6 inches uniting them as one. Gently Tom moved back and forth, giving as much pleasure as he could to Bill. Bill reached up and touched the chest of his Adonis. Suddenly the passions increased. Bill could feel his cum hitting his face and then his chest and just as suddenly he felt the spasms of love deep inside him as Tom came. They lay there quietly for a minute, just basking in the afterglow, Tom's dick gradually softening in Bill's ass.

"You still want to leave," Tom said.

"God, no," Bill answered. "I want you up there forever."

"Then I helped someone else in need?"

"Yeah," Bill sighed.

Tom looked at Bill and touched his eyebrows, nose and mouth. "My little white knight, I told you I always get what I want; and now you're mine from now on."

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written by ruralguy