It was 3:30 AM, and I was pretty high. I had just returned to my apartment in Brooklyn after earning $150 hustling in Manhattan. I'm not a hustler, but the rent had to be paid, I had been out of work nearly two months, and my savings were all used up. I'm barely 20 years old, work out regularly, and consider myself pretty good-looking, so I have no trouble picking up a John at one of the Upper East-side hustling bars.

I can only manage to hustle when I am pretty high. It helps me forget. I guess I had about 6 beers and had smoked 2 or 3 joints by the time I got home. I tossed the money on the dresser and began getting ready for bed.

I live on the second floor, above a topless bar. It is an old neighborhood, strictly blue collar, with a large number of Polish and Russian families. I love my apartment because it has lots of windows, stands on a corner, and is sunny and cool.

Being from the Midwest, I like plenty of open space. I stripped down to my jockey shorts, got another beer out of the fridge and went to the window for one last look at the New York Summer night. It had been in the 90's all day, both temperature and humidity, but now a slight, cool breeze was flowing into the room from off the river.

The skin on my chest tingled as the cool air hit the small drops of perspiration. That's when I saw him, sitting in the glow of the street light on the stoop across the street. He seemed to be looking right up at me. It was one of the Polish boys from the neighborhood. I had seen him often in the daytime, hanging around the corner with his friends. He had several brothers and sisters, and on Sunday mornings I used to watch the whole family march off to church together.

He was 17 or 18 years old, blond, not too tall, but well-proportioned, with a great-looking basket. I wasn't sure if he could see me, so I stepped a little closer to the window. I could see his reaction as he changed his position on the stoop, and stretched his legs out in front of him. He lit up a cigarette, holding the match just a little extra long so that I could see his face in the glow.

I was certain that he was straight, but figured I might just give him a little thrill. I knew that where I was standing he could see my crotch, so I stuck my hand down inside my briefs and began stroking my dick, while sipping my beer with the other hand. As though he was mirroring my movements, he began to rub his crotch as he took another drag from his cigarette.

I wondered how far this "monkey see, monkey do" act would go, so I dropped my briefs a bit and began to slowly stroke my dick, licking my hand from time to time for lubrication. The boy across the street straightened up a little, and I could see he was loosening his belt and unzipping his jeans. In a few seconds he was stroking his meat, right in rhythm with my strokes. The new dose of alcohol my brain was receiving from the beer made me feel dizzy and light headed, and the whole scene seemed like some fantastic dream.

Almost without thinking I found myself motioning the boy to come across the street. He stood slowly, hitched up his belt and walked to a spot right below my window. "Want to come up for a beer?" I found myself asking. He gave a grin and a nod, and headed for the door around the side of the bar which was the entrance for the apartments upstairs. At the same time I found myself going to the stairway to let him in. My arms and legs were moving, but I seemed to be floating rather than walking.

At the foot of the stairs I unlocked the door and let him in. He was slightly taller than he appeared from the window, but every bit as handsome. In fact, he appeared younger and one could say sweeter. He passed me and led me up the stairs, giving me a great view of his firm buns in the tight denim. His denim jacket had the words "Born to Run" emblazoned across the back, with a small patch, just at the hem, in the center, sewn on by hand, that said "Motley Crew".

I was amazed that at the top of the stairway he made the correct turn into the living room. It was an old building, and the apartment layout was unusual, yet this boy seemed to know his way around.

"Have you ever been up here?" I asked.

"I used to live in this apartment," he replied. "In fact my family lived here until I was about 11 years old." He tossed his jacket over a chair and flopped on the couch while I ducked into the kitchen to fetch him that beer I'd offered him. I got myself another one, too, even though deep down inside I knew that I had drunk more than my quota for the day.

I snapped the pull tab of one can and handed it to him. He took it with a smile and immediately took a long, strong drink.

"I just got off of work, and was really thirsty. Thanks," he said. Once again he flashed that grin. I opened my beer and sat down next to him on the sofa. He turned his body slightly and leaned against the armrest, looking at me. We sat sort of facing each other for several seconds, neither knowing quite what to say.

"My name's Steven," he finally said. "I know that your's is Dave. One of the bartenders downstairs told me last week. I live right over there, across the street." He pointed to his family's apartment. All the windows were completely dark, and the building itself looked like it was sleeping. "I work at a warehouse over in Brooklyn until 2 AM. Everyone is asleep when I get home. That's my bedroom right there", he said, pointing to a window directly across from my living room window.

"I see you coming home late at night, too. Don't you ever close your shades? You can see everything in this apartment from my window." He took another sip of beer, and then kicked his sneakers off, pulling his legs up under himself on the sofa. Then he put his beer down on the table and stripped off his t-shirt. "Hope you don't mind," he said. "I'm still pretty sweaty from work, and somehow I feel at home here. Guess just being up here brings back old memories."

As I sipped my beer I looked him over. He had the strong muscles of a worker, not a body builder. I call them "natural" muscles, rather than the "artificial" kind. A small tattoo on his right bicep was the only flaw I could spot. His pecs were well defined, and his stomach was like a washboard; not an inch of extra fat. His chest was nearly hairless, with a sprout of black hair showing in each armpit. A thin patch of hair extended just beneath his navel and crept under his belt line.

I decided to get things moving along a little. Either this was a straight boy trying to satisfy his curiosity, or a fellow gay looking for companionship. If it was the first, I figured that we should have our beers and a bit of small talk, and then say our good-byes so I could get some sleep. If it was the second, well, I could always sleep in tomorrow. My visual excursion over his body had its effect on my tool, which was now quite obviously hard inside my shorts. I didn't try to hide my arousal at all, and even stretched out my legs a little to heighten the display. I saw his eyes fix on my bulge as I repositioned my body, and the very realization that he was looking caused my dick to give a little twitch.

Another flash of alcohol hit my brain, rushed along no doubt by my faster heartbeat. I stood and stepped over to the lamp, staggering just a little as I walked.

"If it's so easy to see into my living room, maybe I better dim this light a little", I said, flicking the 3-way bulb to its lowest setting. The lowered lighting seemed to relax Steven, and I saw him unlatching his belt buckle as I stepped back to the sofa. This time I settled down right next to him, with our two bare arms touching each other. He made no attempt to move away, but instead pressed his leg against mine.

We sat that way for a minute or two, sort of letting our eyes adjust to the new lighting. And then, as if to indicate that the time for coyness was over, Steven turned to me, smiled and slowly unzipped his fly and slipped out of his jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his dick sprang from its prison with a snap, extending to its full 7½ to 8 inches. Mine was waiting to be released from its white cotton tent, so I obliged by lifting my ass and slowly sliding my briefs off, letting them fall to the floor. We sat there, naked, next to each other, with our two dicks, nearly identical in size and shape, pointing upward. A small drop of pre-cum had already formed at the tip of his cock, and in just a few seconds my cock gave forth its drop, as if in response.

Steven spit on the palm of his hand and began to slowly stroke his member. Not wanting to be left behind on this twin charade, I duplicated his actions. Our arms brushed against each other as we stroked in harmony. We were both silent, with our inner hungers unspoken, yet expressed. I leaned my head towards his, and his lips met mine where our shoulders touched, and we kissed. It was a soft, affectionate kiss. We both ceased our stroking and our arms intertwined in a passionate embrace. We kissed again, but this time no longer softly but fully. His tongue probed my mouth, and mine probed his, each tongue taking turns exploring.

My eyes were closed, and somehow I knew his were as well. Slowly we lay to one side on the couch, so that we were now lying beside each other, our two naked bodies touching nearly from head to toe, belly to belly, our two hard dicks pressed tightly between us, the wetness of our pre-cum dribbling on our skin. As if to try to get even closer in embrace our bodies writhed in love-making. We were lying on our sides, and I reached around with my free hand and grasped one of his round buns and squeezed. Since my buns were against the back of the sofa he could not react in kind, so he placed his free hand between us and gripped our dicks together and began double-stroking them in unison. All the while I continued to knead his ass-flesh, probing with my finger from time to time between his buttocks. Each time I touched the edge of his asshole I could feel him quiver, sort of part fear, part thrill.

By this time we were both beyond self control, and I licked my finger and began probing his ass in earnest. After a few tries, I was able to enter, but just a little. He was tense, blocking my further entry. I wet my finger again, and this time tickled his sphincter muscle a bit before entering.

This made him relax slightly, and the relaxation seemed to be an invitation to probe him deeper. All the while, he continued to stroke both of our dicks, with a steady rhythm that seemed to say "Let's try to make this last as long as we can, it feels so good!". I was in no mood to argue with that.

By now my finger was fully in his ass, and his thrusting indicated that he wished my finger was even longer and would go deeper. Once again Steven wet his hand with his saliva, and continued stroking our two dicks. I removed my finger from his asshole, and thought I could hear him sigh in slight disappointment. I used my hand to turn his body slightly so that his back was now on the sofa and my body was resting on top of his. He released his hold on our dicks and I began to slowly kiss his shoulders, then his chest, then his nipples, which tingled as I nibbled at them. Lower and lower my tongue swept as I licked his navel and then the soft, sensitive areas on either side of his pubic growth.

His body quivered as I got closer to his now rock-hard cock. His hips rose off the sofa, thrusting his dick upward, as though begging me to cover it with my mouth. I began licking at the base of his cock, licking first up one side and then down the other side, avoiding the tip, teasing his just a bit. He began moaning softly each time my tongue reached the edge of his cockhead. Finally, in one quick movement, I captured his entire dick within my mouth and began sucking, moving my tight lips up and down his shaft. The tip of his cock tingled as it hit the back of my mouth, and his whole body shuddered as my lips reached the cap, and my tongue played with the slit.

Once again my finger probed his asshole, and again he lifted his hips, spreading his legs slightly to let my finger enter. I knew that in just a few seconds he would release his juices, so I stroked harder with my lips, sinking my finger deeper into his ass. I searched for his internal nut. I found it. With a muffled cry of ecstasy he came, a flood of his warm thick jism filling my mouth and throat, his hips surging with spasms of delight. I took as much as my mouth could hold, letting the rest spill out onto his balls.

I let the jism out of my mouth on the palm of my hand, and used it to lubricate my cock, which had nearly exploded on its own from the excitement of what had just happened. Moving my body up between his outstretched legs, I kissed him warmly, letting him taste the few remaining drops of cum that my mouth still held. He wrapped his legs around my body, and my dick was pressed against his waiting ass.

"Oh, fuck me, please", he whispered in my ear. Lifting his legs to my shoulders, I replaced my finger with my warm cock. Having lubricated and stretched this opening, I slid in easily, but the tightness told me that Steven was indeed still a virgin. Pumping slowly at first, I began to fuck him. Each thrust brought a gasp of joy from his lips, and as my pumping grew faster his gasps changed to whimpers.

His arms were around my neck and his legs gripped my body tightly, as though he never wanted our bodies to be apart again. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me", he kept repeating, between kisses and gasps. His pleading added to the excitement of the scene, and I could feel the wave of energy building in my balls, and the warm sensation of my fluids filling my cock shaft. In one tremendous burst I flooded his insides with my semen. I continued to pump until every last drop of cum drained from my balls into his ass. He continue to lock me in his arms and legs and we lay that way together for several minutes, as I slowly removed my now limp cock from his tight hole.

The combination of the alcohol and the love-making had drained all my strength and I slid off the sofa onto the rug in complete exhaustion. He slid down next to me and I fell asleep in his arms.

I awoke on the floor with the room flooded by sunlight. For a few seconds I had to gather myself together.

Then I remember Steven and turned to look at him, but he was gone. A glance at the clock told me that it was almost noon. I struggled to my feet, every muscle aching from the activity of the night before. The door to the stairway was ajar, and I walked to the top of the stairs and noticed that the outside door was closed but unlocked. My visitor of the night had apparently left in haste. I stepped back into the room, and only then noticed that the $150 that I had worked so hard to earn was no longer on my dresser where I had left it.

A wave of anger, fear, and disappointment flooded my mind. I staggered back into the living room and saw his jacket where he had tossed it over the chair. In his hurried departure he had left it behind. Nothing else was missing.

That evening, looking out of my window, I saw him with a few of his friends. His eyes avoided my window, but I knew he could feel my stare. He had his arm around a girl and they were laughing and talking. I dressed, put on Steven's jacket, and walked to the Korean fruit stand down the street to buy a pack of cigarettes. I had to walk right past the group on the way to the store. I took my time, giving them all a good, long look at me and my attire.

On the way back as I passed his stoop I simply said, "Hey, Steve, how's it going?"

He just replied, "Hey, Dave."

Then I said, "Stop over when you get a few minutes. I got something for you."

"OK." Was all he said, and I kept walking.

Then I heard one of his friends ask, "Who's Dave?"

"Just guy in the neighborhood," was his response.

Three nights later, I saw him sitting on his steps again. I was standing in the window again looking down. He motioned to ask if he could or should come up. I rubbed my crotch and then waved for him to come up. I made sure I didn't have any money sitting on my dresser as I headed down the stairs to let him in. As soon as he came in the door he handed me an envelope and said,

"I'm really sorry, Dave. I was strapped and needed cash. I saw the money just lying there and grabbed it and ran. I know I fucked up and I want to make it up to you. Here's your money back; I want to pay you some interest too. Can we go upstairs for a few minutes to talk?"

"Sure, why not? I've got your jacket upstairs, too."

He started up the stairs and I was watching that sweet ass again. When we got upstairs he turned into the living room and went right for the couch and sat down. He called me to come to him and he spread his legs for me to come in front of him. I was about a foot and a half away and he reached out and pulled me towards him by cupping his hands on the back of my legs and pulling me into him. Then he unbuckled my jeans and let them drop. This time I was going commando and my dick flopped into his face. He took my cock in hand and said, "Here's some interest on your money," then took my flaccid cock into his mouth and sucked my cock like he was a pro.

He sucked me until I warned him that I was going to cum. He come off my cock just long enough to say, "Fuck my mouth and give me your load." Then he took me back into his mouth and began sucking for all he was worth. I grabbed his head between my hands and did fuck his face for about three minutes before dumping six blasts of my hot cum in his gullet.

When I finally released his head he stood up and gave me a kiss, and I could taste my load. We kissed for a few minutes. He was grinding against me with his jeans still on. Then he undid his jeans and let them drop, and again he was without underwear and naked. His cock was rigid and dripping precum. I stroked his meat, but he pulled away and said, "Tonight is all about what I owe you, not what I want." He told me to lay back on the couch and let him take care of me.

He was down licking my balls. He lifted one leg and shoved his tongue into my ass crack. That made me lift my other leg and spread them nice and wide to give him access. He ate my ass for a few minutes and when he saw my cock was hard again, he said, "How about fucking my ass, and shoot another load in me. Do you want to fuck me standing up or me on my back or belly? Just tell me how you want to fuck me."

"Let's start with you on your back. Pull your legs up and show me your pussy." I said and he laid on the couch and pulled his legs up so his knees were into his shoulders and showed me his tight hairless pucker. I bent down and spit on my finger and rubbed it on his tight hole. I pushed my finger into him. Then I leaned forward and licked his hole, and then pushed my tongue into his hole. He moaned as I tongue-fucked his hole while leaning on his legs to pull his ass up more towards my mouth and face.

I spent several minutes eating his hole and then he moaned, "Oh, please, fuck me, Dave. I want your cock up my ass fucking me now. Please fuck me!"

I lubed my cock with spittle and told him to relax his legs and put them up over my shoulders and I lined up my cock with his wet hole. I pushed ever so gently until the head of my cock popped inside his ass. Steve was groaning in pain and pleasure as I eased into him. Then I asked him, "So why did you steal my money?" And when he went to answer me, I rammed the last five inches into him going balls deep. He groaned and flinched. Then I leaned forward and kissed him and then whispered in his ear, "That last question was a distraction. You can explain the money some other time."

"No, I can explain now. My father said that my monthly board was due in the morning and I was going to be kicked out if I didn't come up with the $125 room and board. I knew I would have the money to repay you the next night, but my father was being a real dick-head about it and said he was going to kick me out if I didn't pay that next morning."

I couldn't bring myself to pull out and push my cock back in and begin fucking him while he was talking. Was he pimping himself out to pay his room and board to live at home?

Well he did pay me back so I could be pissed that he didn't ask before taking the money, but the interest was well worth what I went through. His ass was so fucking tight, and he was liking my dick up his ass too. I figured I was going to flood his ass with my cum since I hadn't fucked or jacked since the last time I fucked his ass, so my balls were full and ready to explode up his ass, and man I wanted to fuck him now.

He finally stopped talking and said, "Come on, now fuck my ass. I've been thinking about your cock up my ass all day long, and I want to feel your hot cum shooting up my ass."

So I gave him his wish and fucked his ass mercilessly, slamming my cock into him over and over balls deep every time. After I pumped a huge load of cum into him, he took my cock and sucked it clean.

Then we talked about his living arrangement at home. I asked him if he were intersted in moving in with me. He could have his own room and would be responsible for his own food. We came to an agreement with him paying $100 a month with run of the house also; but his friends would have to hold off from coming up for a while until we saw how the arrangement worked out. He would be on a month to month so if it didn't work out we would not be locked in with a lease and I wouldn't be saddled with him nor he with me.

Steven's been living with me for about three years now. It is still working out just fine. His parents think he's just sharing the apartment and have no idea that he's gay, or if they do, they are not saying anything to him about it.

Life with Steven is just great… He's learned to cook and does most of the cooking during the day and works from home now, writing software for gaming companies. I've switched jobs and now work days also, so we both are home evenings; we get to bed at a reasonable time and have plenty of fuck time almost every night.