I met Jack at the hotel where I worked. They retired him after like thirty years and all they gave him was a twenty-five dollar gift certificate to Safeway. Real 'el cheapo', which told me something about the value of company loyalty.

At night I'd see him walking the streets downtown. He'd taken to wearing sunglasses, even at night, and brightly colored clothes — a red coat and yellow slacks, sort of a tawdry autumn leaves costume.

One night, I stopped to talk and invited him for a coffee at McDonald's. As we chatted, I discovered that he was gay. He certainly didn't fit the stereotype; he looked more like someone's gramps. It surprised me that he'd already spotted me, had known I was gay all along.

"So, do you still make it with other guys?" I asked.

"Don't let this white hair fool you. Dirty old men need love too. I'm as alive and horny as anyone."

"Do you have a special friend?"

"No way. I like young guys, say, eighteen to twenty-four. They get good hard-ons. I like them young, dumb and full of cum."

That explained why he wasn't interested in me.

Having nothing else to do that night and not liking the bar scene with its posing and games, I strolled the streets with Jack.

When he spotted a young guy nearby he'd start talking dirty… called it a 'sketch.' He'd talk loud enough so that the guy could hear him as he bragged about the supposed trick he'd had the other night. About the hot dude who'd done everything – sucked, fucked and shot two feet into the air. "It pays to advertise," he assured me. I was more concerned that some macho guy might be offended and start some trouble with us.

The particular fish he had on the line that night was a tall blond, about eighteen, who was leaning against a building. I looked at him and he was smiling at Jack's smut talk.

"How'd you like a nice blowjob?" Jack said. "Be a ten-spot in it for you."

I didn't know what to expect, what the young man's reaction would be.

"I could use the money," he said off-handedly.

"Let's shove off," Jack said, just like that!

I was impressed. "Well, you two have a good time," I added. "See you later, Jack."

"Hold on. Why don't you come along with us?"

I wasn't sure what to do. The young blond just grinned. Maybe Jack wanted me to go along with him for protection. But he'd obviously had a lot of experience picking up young guys on the street.

The three of us walked to Jack's apartment, which was in an old brick building that had seen better days.

In Jack's digs, the last thing I expected to see was a waterbed; but there it was. The furnishings were sparse but cheerful.

Mike — that was his trick's name — slumped down on the couch beside Jack. I sat in the overstuffed chair. Jack turned on the radio to a rap music station, which pleased the blond. Then he passed around a pint of vodka and we all took a snort.

I should have excused myself and split, but I was curious and wanted a better look at the blond's body… and maybe at his hard dick.

"What I'd really like is for you to screw me," Jack said to him. "That alright, pal?"

"Whatever," the kid answered. "It's your money."

Well, ten bucks isn't much money nowadays but the kid obviously wasn't a pro and was probably horny for any hole. Jack forked over the Alexander Hamilton up front and dropped his pants – no shorts – and lay across the waterbed.

"Get undressed and fuck me, baby."

Mike stripped naked. He didn't seem shy or embarrassed. He had a nice, natural, smooth body and big uncut cock. He jacked it and got it hard, about eight inches of fat, randy teenage dick. Jack smeared some Vaseline in his crack and sort of floated on the waterbed, waiting.

Mike crawled on top of him and slid his fat cock right up Jack's chute. "Oh, yeah. Got a big dick, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me with that big thing."

Looking at naked Mike humping Jack on the waterbed gave me a big boner myself. As the blond cornholed the old-timer, I decided I might as well enjoy myself as a spectator.

Looked like they were riding the waves while they fucked. I watched that big uncut prick ream the senior citizen's ass; Mike's smooth, firm buns bucking up and down. Freeing my cock, I pumped it.

For a moment I imagined what it felt like getting fucked by this young stud. I usually prefer guys more my age, but Mike was all man in the dick department. I figured he'd probably already fucked plenty of girls, the way he kept his hard-on and was thrusting steadily.

"Fuck that ass," I whispered. "Yeah, cream it. Get off inside him!" As if listening to my directions, Mike fucked, faster, faster. Jack moaned and I knew that the young blond stud was cumming off. I shot my wad into my fist.

Mike rolled off the old-timer. He wiped off his cock with a towel. Then, without a word, he got dressed. Jack pulled up his pants.

"Live around here, kid?" Jack asked.

"No, just passing through town, hitchhiking up north, going to work on my brother's farm."

Mike split right afterwards. I chatted with Jack and drank some more vodka.

"Nice kid. Big meat. Kept a good hard-on," I said.

"You should've let him fuck you. Worth the ten-spot."

"I didn't want to interfere. He was your trick."

"No problem. I'm not jealous of these punks. Like a bus, you miss one there's always another one coming."

I went back to my room and hit the sack. Thinking about blond Mike, I whipped off another load. I wasn't into hustlers but, hey, it was a service and cheap in this case. The boy wasn't a pro; Jack had helped him out with some bread in return for a little party.

After work the next night, I thought about going to a movie to kill the time and the lonely night. Wouldn't you know, I ran right into Jack on the street. He reminded me of a coyote who spends all his time looking for food, only he was looking for sex.

Jack popped for the coffee at McDonald's.

Seated at the counter near our table was a short, muscular brunette guy with big brown eyes. Around nineteen, I'd guess. Eating a hamburger and drinking a soda. This time Jack's sketch was more truth than embroidery.

"Yeah, that Mike was a hot number. Big dick, huh? Kept it hard. Really fucked me rough. Came buckets." Of course the teenager listened. So did an old woman at the table near us.

"You can't talk like that around me," she said. "I'll tell the manager."

"Suck my dick," Jack said. The old woman was insulted and left in a huff.

The dark-haired teenager laughed out loud.

"Wanna have some fun, baby?" Jack asked. I tried to silence Jack, but that was impossible. "My friend here is kind of shy but he'd like to suck your cock."

I thought I'd sink through the floor. This time Jack had gone too far. He'd get me into a fight for sure. I looked at the youth sitting there on the stool. If I wasn't mistaken he had a hard-on! There was a big bulge in his crotch.

"He gives the best head in town," Jack added. "Let's go for a beer at my place."

Damned if the youngster didn't leave with us. No one mentioned money. The kid was clean-cut, probably had a job.

"Live in town?" I asked.

"No, I'm a Marine. Gotta catch a bus in about an hour. Been home on leave. Didn't get any pussy at all." At Jack's apartment we each had a beer.

"Like the Marines, huh?"

"Name's Rick. Sure do. Plan to re-enlist next year." I figured this would be a repeat of watching Jack get fucked again. I was wrong, partially.

"Let's see what you've got," Jack said. He groped the Marine who was sitting on the couch, and the young man didn't stop him. Jack took out the Marine's cock. It wasn't huge, but it was real hard. "Wanna fuck my tight ass, baby?" Jack asked.

Rick grinned and nodded okay.

Jack dropped his pants and crawled out on the waterbed. I figured I'd get another chance to watch and jack-off.

Rick shed his clothes. Wearing just his dog tags, he started to hump the old-timer. Jesus! Jack was much older than me, but he made out like a bandit while I usually went home and played with myself!

The Marine had a sexy, firm butt. I wanted to touch it real bad, but I didn't want to make him mad. "C'mon and join us,"Jack said. Rick didn't say no.

Sucking in my breath and randy as hell, I dropped my pants and stroked my cock. I touched the Marine's hot ass. It was hot, hard, his round cheek bouncing in and out of my cupped palm. I felt something like a jolt of electricity surge through my body.

"Get on the bed with us," Jack invited. Again, Rick didn't protest.

I felt the Marine's steamy crack. I almost shot off. My cock was leaking pre-cum like crazy. I got a scoop of Vaseline and impulsively slathered the Marine's crack instead of my cock. He was oblivious, just kept riding Jack's ass on the waves of the waterbed.

Running my fingers in the Marine's butthole, I started to finger-fuck him. Still no objection. I'd always heard that Marines like it up the ass. Now I was going to test the theory.

Mounting the Marine, I slid my pole right up his bunghole. I didn't have to thrust much. His ass humped back while he prodded the old man.

"Hot, hard prick, baby. Shoot it. Cum up Daddy's ass."

Rick lay still and groaned, blasting his wad up the old-timer's butthole. I let out a sigh and just gushed, creaming in the hot, tight Marine. He bucked me off and pulled out of Jack's ass. Then he looked at his watch and dressed quickly.

"Can't miss that bus or I'll be A.W.O.L."

Jack and I hoisted our pants and escorted the young Marine to the depot and put him on the bus. He thanked us and shook hands with a firm, soldierly grip.

"Something else, that Marine," I said after he'd left.

"They're real men and, hey, do they like to get fucked! Enjoyed yourself, right?"

"You bet."

With no pre-arrangements, I started to meet Jack every night. We'd drink coffee then cruise the streets. We hit a dry spell, though, and didn't connect with any trade or tricks for over a week. Jack passed on the boys who wanted a lot of bucks, and the pro hustlers. He also passed on some speed freaks and punks who looked like trouble.

I was about to head back to my old routine of going to the movies to kill time. Our hot times had been a fluke; it didn't look like Jack and I were going to score anymore. He could do better on his own, I figured, because some numbers just didn't want to go with two guys. It had been fun while it lasted. Jack didn't seem the least bit discouraged though.

"Goes in spurts, like anything else. Feast or famine sometimes," he said.

In the past, I'd been used to security and sex with a lover. When my last relationship didn't work out – he liked living in the fast lane and went looking for greener pastures – I'd moved out. Changed cities and jobs. I wasn't used to young guys, but Jack had an eye for beauty and was slowly converting me.

Walking past the bus stop, we noticed two teenagers, a tall black-haired kid and a medium-height boy with a chest full of brown hair peeking over his shirt collar. Jack stopped within earshot and "sketched" them.

"That Marine had a really hard dick. Really threw a rough fuck into me. My ass is still sore." The two boys waiting for the bus were staring right at us.

"Hi, guys," I said.

"What's up?" the tall kid said.

"You guys been laid lately?" Jack asked. "We were out looking for a couple of big dicks to suck. How about it? You guys interested?"

They looked at each other. The hairy kid shrugged his shoulders. They were mulling over the proposition. I hoped Jack wouldn't offer money. I was kind of short, since it was the end of the month.

"Got some screw magazines you can look at while we suck you off." They were uneasy, but horny. "Only live a couple blocks away."

"Wanna check it out, Sam?"

"Why not," his buddy answered.

They walked along with us, chatting about this and that. When we got to Jack's apartment, he discovered he was out of booze but he had some Cokes.

"College boys, right?" Jack said.

"How'd you know?" the tall one asked.

"Way you look, way you talk. Street boys don't use them big words."

Jack showed them some dog-eared porno magazines and they got turned on by the pix of tits and ass. I liked Tony, the tall one, right away. Real macho. Jack was taken with the hairy kid, Sam.

"You can tell if the magazines are any good if they make you hard," Jack said. He groped Sam and nodded. Both college boys were sitting on the couch, me in the chair, with Jack hovering about till he squeezed in next to Sam. "Let's see what you got there," Jack continued.

He unbuttoned the boy's jeans and out plopped a fat, clipped prick. I swung into action and groped Tony. His cock was fat but uncut. Kneeling on the worn rug while the college boys pretended to look at the magazines, Jack and I went to work with our tongues on the teenagers' meat.

I licked inside Tony's foreskin, tasting his cheese. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jack lapping at Sam's balls, then his stubby prick. Tony scooted to the edge of the couch. I had him hot to trot. He rubbed my hair and mouth-fucked me. Jack and I seemed to be in a contest to see who could get his college boy off first.

"Suck it," Sam said huskily. Jack was huffing and puffing on Sam's cock while Tony rammed his prick down my throat. "Cumming!" Sam gasped.

The slurping sounds stopped and Jack gulped down the college boy's load. Sensing what had happened, Tony lunged his cock down my throat and gushed. I swallowed his sweet cum.

I was amazed at how horny these college boys were. Both of them still had hard-ons, even though they'd just shot their wads.

"Switcheroo," Jack said.

I was all for that, even if it was like kissing Jack by proxy. And the boys were up for it. Jack went down on Tony while I slurped on Sam. I really dug feeling his dense bush and big nuts. I deep-throated his dick and tugged on his hairy sac.

"Gonna shoot, dude," he said.

Suddenly I felt the spurts of creamy jizz flooding my mouth. Looking over at Tony, I saw him ram his cock deep down Jack's throat, then shiver as he got his gun. All heated up from the steamy action with the college boys, I just creamed in my jeans.

A few minutes later, they left to get their bus back to the campus. Jack and I sat around and had a smoke.

"Not bad, eh?" Jack said.

"Pretty hot stuff."

"Can't beat a young punk for hard cock and big loads."

Jack's made a believer out of me. We continue to cruise together on the streets downtown. We get a lot of boys but sometimes come up empty. I can use the breaks, though, as well as the action.

I no longer fear getting older. Like Jack says, there'll always be the treasure of horny youth. And he should know!