I was working the streets of Vancouver. I was in my early twenties and had a nice, toned body, but that was my only asset. Things weren't going to well for me. I'd been working construction on film sets, but lots of productions were moving to Toronto, so work was scarce. My UI had run out, and my landlord was threatening me with eviction. My only recourse was to sell my remaining asset: my body.

The first few times on the streets, I was scared shitless, but other guys gave me pointers, and soon I knew the wheres and the whens to find the Johns with a few bucks to spend. One of the "wheres" was in an abandoned old bank, right in the heart of the city. It was due to be demolished, and supposedly boarded up, but those who knew could get in easily. It had become a home for the street people, and a market place for the young hustlers and the older Johns.

The transients and homeless hid themselves away in the depths of the building, but the buyers and sellers kept to what had been the lobby, except for and occasional "quickie" in one of the inner rooms. But most of the "business" was conducted in nearby hotel rooms, or even private apartments and homes.

This John was one who had his own home to take his boys back to. I first noticed him when he was trying to feel up one of my buddies. Billy obviously wasn't liking the guy, because he was pushing the guy away from running his hands over Billy's body.

The John was probably in his fifties, but trying to look younger in a loose athletic singlet and a pair of baggy, printed board shorts. Whatever, he wasn't Billy's cup of tea, probably because he was too old, and maybe because Billy was even newer at this game than I was. Billy was even still fully-dressed, while most of us guys stripped to our undies, the better to show off our wares, as soon as we came into the bank.

When it became obvious to the John that Billy wasn't selling, at least to him, his eyes swivelled round to me. I had rolled the top of my brief briefs down to tantalize him, and a glimpse of my worm was enough for this bird. He was all over me in seconds, running his hands over my tits and abs and down to my cock.

"Hey, honey," he breathed, as he squeezed my cock. "Im Eddy. Want to come home with me."

"It'll cost you," I told him. "A hundred bucks or five hundred for the night." I usually asked 40 bucks to blow a guy, 50 for me to fuck him, or 60 for him to fuck me, so I started high. It didn't faze him.

"Sounds good to me. I'll buy you for the night" Eddy agreed. "My car's nearby, but it's quite a ways to my place."

He wasn't kidding. His car was in a parking garage nearby, but his place was way out towards Chilliwack in a small town I'd never heard of before. After I pulled on my clothes, it took us about an hour to get there, even though the traffic was light. It was pushing eight pm when we started, and nearly nine by the time we arrived. But it was a warm summer night, with full daylight savings sunlight all the way.

As soon as we got outside the city and onto the highway east, he had me unzip his fly of his shorts and dig his soft cock out and fondle it, but soon decided it was too much of a distraction - or maybe he was too close to cumming, so he had me pull out my own cock and masturbate it to a nice hardness. He reached across and tentatively grasped it.

"Man, this is going to be great," he panted, and stepped on the gas a little more.

As he drove he pestered me with questions about myself, but I mostly parried them with noncommittal answers, telling him as little about himself as I could. It bothered me a little when he wanted to know if anyone would worry if I didn't come home tonight. Thoughts of Willie Picton, the pig-farm murderer flashed through my mind. Was this guy into murdering male prostitutes?

I did tell him my name was Jay, which was a lie, of course. It wasn't even the name I usually use when I am working.

Somewhere between the highway towns of Abbotsford and Chilliwack we turned off the highway and headed down an arterial road. We passed through a couple of villages - you could hardly call them towns. We must have been close to the US Border.

He told me that he was retired, that he had owned a used car business on the highway closer to the city, and had made a mint on it when he sold; that he had bought a nice retirement property out here in the valley.

He wasn't lying there. It was a large house, with a few trees surrounding it, and a cottage tucked in behind. It sat in the center of five acres of fields, which he leased out to the dairy farm on one side and the strawberry farm on the other. They kept his fields in great shape without him lifting a hand.

Inside, the house was huge and very expensively decorated. This guy wasn't joking when he said he had made a mint. He hadn't stinted in spending much of it to furnish his retirement home. I looked forward to spending a very pleasant night here. But that wasn't how it went.

Eddy led me upstairs to the master bedroom. He had me strip him naked — with my teeth as much as I could; with my hands where my teeth couldn't. When my lips brushed against his cock, he shivered and groaned as if he were about to cum. He pushed me away from him.

"Take your clothes off and sit in that chair," he ordered, pointing toward a red armchair near the king-sized bed. I stripped to my gaunchies and did as he ordered. I didn't have a hard-on at this point. He told me to stroke it, to get hard for him. Again I did as he asked, while he watched. I got a chance to size him up, too.

His body wasn't as bad as it might have been for a man his age, although he was a little paunchy. His cock was somewhat on the small size, however. Even hard it wasn't any more than three inches. I didn't mind, though. I wasn't into getting huge pricks shoved up my ass or down my throat. A small cock would make for easy money.

My own cock was rising to the occasion. Eddy stepped toward me and reached out his hand. He tentatively grasped my knob, and again gasped and shuddered as he had done a couple of times already this evening. He grasped the shaft and squeezed my knob with his other hand.

He had barely touched me when once more he groaned and shuddered and his hard penis leapt up and jerked. For such a small dick he had loads of cum. It spurted in streams again and again - all over me. There were ribbons of it everywhere on my body, from my knees to my face.

"Holy shit, Man!" I cried." What a load!" I was trying to praise him, but he was backing away, looking totally distraught, almost as if he were about to cry.

"I'm sorry," he whimpered. "I'm sorry. I think you should leave now."

He was pulling on his underwear and board shorts which I had dropped on the floor when I undressed him.

"What do you mean I should leave?" I cried. "You told me you wanted me for the night! We are way out in the middle of nowhere. You owe me $500!"

I had pulled off my undies and was using them to swab his cum from me. He backed away from me nervously.

"I've changed my mind," he panted. "Get out of here!"

I leapt at him and grabbed him by the throat.

"You bastard!" I hissed. "You dragged me all the way out here in the middle of nowhere for nothing? Give me my money or I'll throttle you!"

"OK, OK," he whimpered. "Just let me go." I released my grasp on his throat and backed off. He fumbled in the pocket of the board shorts he had just pulled on and pulled out a wallet thick enough to choke a horse. He proffered me a hundred-dollar bill, but I shook my head.

"$500!" I snarled. Reluctantly, he peeled of four more bills and thrust them toward me. I snatched then from him and stuffed them in my pocket. "Are you going to give me a ride to the highway, at least?" I demanded.

"No," he pouted. "You can walk."

So I dressed, and walk I did. The sun had disappeared now, and dark had come fast, but it was a nice warm night, and as much as I was pissed off, at least I had $500 bucks in my pocket.

But I hadn't walked much more than about 15 minutes toward the highway when the lights of a car came up behind me. The car slowed and pulled off the verge, in behind me, framing me in the headlights. At first I figured they had stopped to give me a lift, and I turned toward them smiling, but the brief wail of a police siren told me otherwise and wiped the smile from my face.

"Stay right where you are," came the voice of the cop in the driver's seat.

The passenger side door opened. The second cop came toward me. Even though the headlights were still trained on me, he beamed his flashlight in my face. "This looks like the guy, alright," he called to his partner.

"Empty your pockets," he ordered. All I ever carried when I was working the streets were some condoms and mini-lubes. I pulled those out of one pocket, and showed them to the cop. "Expecting some action, are you?" he chuckled. "Put them on the hood of the car. The other pockets too," he ordered.

I pulled out my driver's license, which I kept in my back pocket, and the five one-hundred dollar bills. He took those, along with my driver's license, but didn't touch the condoms or lube. I put those back in my pocket

"Looks like this is the guy," he called to his partner. "Fast Eddy called in that you broke into his house and robbed him," he told me. "We're taking you in."

There was little use arguing. I would just have to do that in court. He bundled me into the back seat of the cruiser without even hand-cuffing me. I sat there in the back cursing my luck.

I expected them to take me to a RCMP detachment building in the nearby towns of Abbotsford or Chilliwack, but instead we soon pulled into the parking lot of a small squat building the a lit "POLICE" sign in front. I learned later that it was one of the last remaining 4-man detachments in the province, serving a few small villages in the area, and a local Native Reserve. It had just two cars and the cops worked twelve-hour shifts.

Inside there was only a civilian reserve night man, a young guy, about my own age. The cops from the cruiser put me in one of the two cells, just down a short hall from the front desk.

"Looks like you have it all to yourself tonight," one of them told me. "You're lucky! It can get pretty wild in here on treaty money days." I presume they would get quite a few drunk Indians on those nights.

They left me alone there, and I could hear the cops talking to the night man in the front area.

"We picked him up no trouble," one of the cops was saying. "Your uncle says the guy robbed him, but I really doubt it. Your uncle still had his wallet with lots of cash in it. If was robbed, wouldn't this guy have taken it all? But we'll keep him till morning, and if your uncle doesn't formally charge him, we'll let him go. Otherwise, we'll keep him till he appears before a judge. Maybe a couple of days. Here's his stuff. Five hundred bucks and a driver's license.

"We're gonna hit Tim Horton's before we check off for the night," they told him. "The other car should be checking on in an hour. Have a good one. Night, Don,"

I heard the cruiser start up and drive away. Soon after, the footsteps of the night man, who they had called Don, came down the corridor to the cell where I sat on the wooden bench bolted to the wall and the floor.

"Hey, James," he said. "I hear you met my uncle." I was surprised at first that he knew my name, but then I realized that he had read my drivers' license.

"Your uncle?" I feigned surprise. "Eddy was your uncle?"

"Yeah," he admitted. "He's the one who got me this job. You gay?

"Why you asking?"

"Because if you are, you wouldn't be the first gay guy Eddy brought home. He usually does it when I'm working night shift. He thinks I don't know about it, but I live in the cabin at the back of his house. I've seen it all."

"Does he always kick the guys out so fast?" I asked. "I was only there maybe half an hour."

"Quite often," he admitted. "But that sometimes turns out good for me," he added.

"In what way?" I asked. While we talked, he unlocked the cell and let himself in. He sat beside me on the bench.

"Because once in a while they see my lights on and come to my door wanting a ride. I give them a ride they weren't expecting," he chuckled, and winked at me. I looked him over carefully. He was a good-looking guy, with a body that filled his uniform nicely. I smiled at him in response to his wink, and he smiled back. "I'm Don," he told me. "And I'm horny."

"You looking to fuck me?" I asked him bluntly.

"Nope," he assured me. "I'm looking for you to fuck me! I can fuck Uncle Eddy any time I want, but I hardly ever get a decent dick inside me."

I could see his tight uniform pants bulging hard where his cock was straining to be free. As I said, he was a good-looking guy with a good-looking body. My own cock stirred, far more quickly than it had for Uncle Eddy.

"What's in it for me?" I asked.

"Your freedom," he replied. "You do me right and I'll do right by you. You can be on your way home tonight. You can buy your freedom by satisfying my lust."

"Not much point in being free." I pretended disinterest."It's a long way to the highway, and the buses have probably all gone, and hitch-hiking could be dicey. I'd be better off sleeping here." I was lying, of course. This bench was hard. There was no way I wanted to sleep here. Truth is, I'd have fucked anyone to be free of all this.

"Leave that to me," he said. "I promise you, you'l be on your way back to the city soon after midnight - and with Uncle Eddy's $500!"

"OK," I agreed. "Are we all alone here?"

"Yes," he assured me, "the other car doesn't come on till midnight. We've got an hour."

"I need to piss first," I told him.

"Go ahead," he told me. "The pisser is just over there." There was what passed for a urinal bolted to the wall. "Or you can use the can, just down the hall there." He pointed again through the open cell door to a nearby wooden door.

I chose the wooden door. I could have run, of course, but where would that have gotten me? They knew who I was and where to find me.

When I pulled out my cock to piss it was already well on its way to stiff, but when I had pissed, I rubbed it some more. I stripped off my t-shirt and stuffed the end of it in my back pocket. I returned to the cell without doing up my fly, my cock hanging out. My underpants had been left behind at Fast Eddy's.

While I was gone, Don had magicked up a blanket from somewhere to pad the wooden bench a little. He had also stripped himself naked and was sitting on the bench facing me, rubbing an impressive uncut cut. My own cock twitched at the sight. I stood in the doorway watching him. I wanted to do him badly, but I also wanted to suck on that beautiful dick. I guess Don had similar thoughts, because he motioned me toward him. I let my jeans drop, kicked off my runners, stepped out of my pants, and moved toward him, in just my socks.

Don grasped my rod and slipped my foreskin back and forth over the knob a few times, watching the beads of pre-cum form on my knob before he opened his mouth and plunged his face down into my crotch. My whole cock disappeared down his throat. He didn't hesitate at all or gag on my seven inches of hard meat. He took it all in one thrust, then pumped his face up and down on my pole, his tongue and teeth working me. It was heaven! This man was a great cock-sucker!

For a moment, I thought I was going to emulate Fast Uncle Eddy and cum in his mouth before we even got started, but I set my mind to holding it in.

"Stand up," I told him. "I want some of yours." He did as he was told. Where my cock tended to point down and to the left, his pointed almost straight up with a bit of a turn back towards his belly button. I got on my knees, and had to pull his dick down to take it in my mouth. It was rock hard, and must have hurt a bit when I yanked it downwards, because he grimaced.

"Oh, yes!" he sighed as I took his knob in my mouth. I slid his foreskin back with my tongue and teeth and savoured the sweet-salty taste of his headcheese and the slipperiness of a couple of drops of fresh pre-cum. His legs were slightly spread, and I cupped his balls with one hand and with my other reached under and felt for his manhole. His sphincter was working and practically sucked my finger in. I withdrew my hand, spat on my finger, and returned it to his butt-hole. It slipped in easily, and I kneaded his hole while I sucked him and fondled his nuts.

Don obviously sometimes shaved his chest and pubes and balls and ass, but must not have done so for a while, because all those areas were now covered - not in stubble, but in short golden brown hairs, darker in the groin, much like the golden brown hair of his head. This beauty was wasted way out here, working nights, and probably sleeping days.

I took his cock, much the same size as my own, well down my throat. I may have thought of myself as a professional, but I was not as skilled at cock-sucking as he was. I gagged and spluttered when he forced himself further into my mouth and throat.

"Sorry," he said. "I guess I'm just so horny for you."

I stood up. He wrapped his arms around me and ran his hands all over my back. I responded by doing the same to him, from his tight buttocks to his broad shoulders. Man flesh feels so good!

His mouth searched for mine. Although I don't usually go in for kissing Johns, this guy was different. My mouth open to meet his in a long wet kiss, our tongues lapping in and out of each other's mouths, tasting each other's warm saliva. I opened my eyes and s looked into his. They were a light blue, maybe violet, something like Elizabeth Taylor's eyes, but there was nothing effeminate about them - or him. He was all man!

"I want you in me now," he whispered.

We did it standing up. The bench was just too uninviting, and the floor was too dirty. We were much the same height, so there was no problem there. He placed his hands above his shoulders on the wall and bent forward slightly, his legs spread a little. I parted his buttocks and searched for his hole with my cock-head.

"Use some spit or something," he begged. I remembered I still had some mini-lubes in my pocket, and retrieved one of them. I greased up my dick and his hole and got behind him again. I placed my knob to his rosebud and pressed gently. His sphincter relaxed and my seven-inch penis slipped into him. It felt warm and wonderful as his hole closed around my shaft. He flexed his asshole and grasped me tighter.

"Oh, fuck! That's so good," he sighed.

"It sure is," I agreed, and began to fuck him with a slow rhythm. He moved his ass to meet my cock, and we soon set up a pattern thrilling to both of us. Every now and then he would beg "Faster!" or "Slower!" or "Harder!" or "Softer!" as the whim took him, and I was happy to oblige. For all the discomfort of the cell, and the fact that I had been run in by the cops, this was one terrific fuck!

The straight-up position became a little hard on him, and on me, after a while. He suggested doggy style, and we spread the blanket on the dirty floor and got down there. He knelt on all fours, and I knelt behind him, forcing my dick once more into his depths. He loved it; I loved it. I pumped like mad for a few minutes.

"I want to kiss you some more," he pleaded. I was happy to oblige. I pulled my cock out of his ass, and we dropped to the blanket, side by side facing each other. He pulled me to him. The length of our bodies pressed together. Our cocks rubbed together. Our mouths met. We licked and sucked and kissed until he wanted me in him once again. Time was flying. The graveyard shift would soon be here.

He turned on his side, facing away from me.

"Do me," he begged. "Cum in me!" I didn't need to be asked twice. I shoved my cock into him and began to pump in earnest. I could soon feel the cum rising inside me. I fucked him faster and harder, and he responded eagerly, grasping at my shaft with his butt-muscles, trying to draw me further in. I began to spurt. Again and again my cock expanded and contracted, shooting stream after stream deep into Don.

At last we were done, and dressed, and cleaned up the evidence.

When the midnight shift arrived, we were both sitting in the front office. Don explained why I was here. He told them his Uncle had phoned in and withdrawn any charges against me - a lie, of course, but he would work it out with his uncle, I'm sure. He asked the two cops to drive me to the Highway and put me on the 12:30 Greyhound to Vancouver, which they gladly did.

Under the bus's reading light, I opened the envelope Don had given me just before we left the station. It contained my drivers' license, my $500, his telephone number, and a brief note:

Yes, Don, it was more than a good deal. It was a great deal - a win-win deal. I'll be calling you. And I'll be coming back for more!

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