Streets to Sheets

Part Two.

Mississippi 1995.

Sitting on the bench in the park, tears streaming down my face, I was so lost in my memories that I barely noticed a man sit down next to me.

“You okay kid?”

I jumped, startled by his voice bringing me back to the present, alone and homeless in a park in a big, strange city.

The man had long black hair that fell just below his ears under a ratty baseball cap. He looked like he could have been in his late thirties or even older, his skin was darkly tanned and slightly burned from sun-exposure. There were lines around his eyes and mouth, he had about two days or so worth of heavy stubble around his jaw and neck. His clothes were in desperate need of a wash, but his green eyes were warm and kind, they reminded me of Toby’s.

“Why you cryin’? Ya lost?” the man asked, “or is to do with that shiner?”

I reached up instinctively to the bruise on my eye from where my old man had punched me when he found Toby and me fooling around two days ago.

I looked at the man cautiously, saw the beat-up duffle bag at his feet and the folded cardboard sign next to it that read “Homeless vet. Anything helps.”

“I’m not lost,” I said, wiping the tears from my face with the back of my hand. “I just don’t have anywhere to go.”

“Ain’t you got parents or nothin’?” 

“My dad- I can’t go back. He’ll kill me if I do.”

“How long you been out here son? I seen ya on this bench yesterday…”

“Two days.”

“When’s the last time ya ate son?”

“Yesterday. I spent the last of my money on a hotdog.”

“Well,” the man said as he dug through his bag, “you’re in luck.” He pulled out a half-eaten packet of peanut butter crackers and held them out for me.

“Thanks mister but I can’t take your food.”

“Well why not?”

“Because you’re… homeless.”

The man roared with rich laughter that lit a fire in my belly. I blushed and stared at my feet.

“Son I hate to break it to you, but if you’re sleeping in a park because you ain’t got nowhere to go, you’re homeless too.”

I burst into tears and buried my face in my hands. The man put his arm around me and gave me a comforting squeeze. He smelled like sweat sunscreen and a hint of Old Spice, it reminded me of Toby and I stopped myself crying.

“Tell you what,” he said, rising to his feet, “Come with me, we’ll get you sorted a bit and you can tell me what happened. My name’s Tom.”

“I’m JD.”

Tom put his hand out and I placed my hand in his; he wrapped my much smaller hand in his meaty calloused one and shook it. 

I followed Tom through the park and along a road for about a mile, telling him about my dad and Toby and how he’d found us together and how I ended up here. I was afraid Tom would get angry and tell me to get lost but he just listened quietly until I finished.

“That wasn’t right what your old man did son,” was all he said. 

We eventually came to a wooded area and once we were fully surrounded by trees and the sounds of cars on the road had all but vanished, I saw a collection of tents. Tom led me over to a blue and red tent next to a log and told me to have a seat and I did. He disappeared into the tent for a moment and I looked around. There were four tents total. There didn’t appear to be anyone around except for a black man sitting in front of a tent a few yards off smoking; he looked like a king surveying his kingdom. The only thing he had on was a pair of basketball shorts and sandals. I couldn’t help but stare at him, he was huge - professional linebacker huge! He had a slight layer of fat on his smooth body that kept him from having hard definition, but he looked like he could lift a car off the ground if he had to. Just one of his pecs looked like it was as big as my entire face. I guessed he was older than Tom, maybe in his 50s, from his fully white beard and the white peppering through his otherwise ebony hair, though his face didn’t have the lines that Tom’s did. He must have seen me staring because he held up his hand in a little wave. 

I was waving back as Tom returned from his tent with a gallon jug of water and a tattered cloth. He set the items down and waved at the older man.

“Hey Lamar,” Tom called out.

“Tom,” Lamar answered as he rose to his feet, he must have been close to seven feet tall. “You didn’t tell me you had a son,” he smiled at me in a way that sent butterflies to my stomach, a hot blush across my cheeks, and a surge through my dick.

“Ha! No kids that I know of,” laughed Tom. “This is JD, he’s new… brand new.”

“How ya’ doin’ pretty boy?” Lamar asked, walking over to us.

I shrugged, unsure of what to say or what I was feeling.

“I’m about to go see my guy.” Lamar said to Tom. “Y’all gonna be around? Maybe we can have a little party, take the kid’s mind off things. How’s that sound pretty boy?”

“Thank you sir,” I replied softly, feeling somewhere between a deer in headlights and a kid waiting in line for a rollercoaster.

“Good boy,” Lamar said as he reached out and tousled my hair like he was an old family friend. Just like with Toby, the words “Good boy” made my mind go blank and my dick grow hard.

“We’ll be here,” Tom said, firmly squeezing my shoulder with his meaty hand, a twinkle in his eye.

Lamar smiled at me then raised an eyebrow at Tom and chuckled as he walked away. 

Tom poured some of the water on the cloth and told me to take my shirt off. I looked at him like he was crazy.

“Just gonna wipe you down a bit, not gonna hurt you.”

I hesitantly pulled my shirt off. Tom knelt before me with his usual warm expression and gently wiped my face with the damp cloth. Next he wiped down my arms and chest. He made a turning motion with his finger and I turned my back to him; he wiped down my back and raised my arms and wiped at my armpits.

“Let’s get out of the sun,” he said and held the tent flap open.

 I crawled in and he followed after. Once we were both in the tent Tom took off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shorts, leaving on nothing but his underwear. I saw that he has a thick mass of dark chest hair, matching the dark, thick hair on his arms and legs. I felt a strange longing to rub my face in the thick, dark hair.

“May as well get comfortable. Ain’t nothin’ like a Mississippi summer,” he said running his hands through his hair. 

Already shirtless, I pulled off my shoes and socks, then, out of discomfort from the heat and not wanting to seem like I was afraid or embarrassed (even though I was both), I pulled off my shorts like Tom had. 

He pulled out a bottle of Gatoraid, took a swing and handed it to me and I took a large greedy gulp. A bit dribbled down my chin and Tom leaned over and brushed it off my face. 

“Easy kid,” he said still holding my chin and stroking my mouth with his thumb. His kind, green eyes bored into mine and butterflies ravaged my stomach. He leaned in and kissed me, softly at first, then harder, our tongues battling each other. He broke off the kiss and smiled at me.

“Fuck you’re beautiful,” he said.

“Thanks, you too- handsome I mean.”

Tom chuckled and poured some of the Gatorade into a small plastic cup, then he pulled out a small dropper bottle of clear liquid, mixed a dropper full in and drank it.

“You want some G?” he asked holding up the vial.

“What is it?”

“It’ll help you relax. I get it from doctor friend of mine that likes to fuck me - he’s gotta kink for guys off the street. Sometimes he gives me money, sometimes he gives me this. It’ll help take your mind off things, make you feel better.”

“Sure, thanks.” I figured if it was from a doctor it was probably medicine or something.

Tom put a small amount in some of the Gatorade in the little cup and handed it to me as he began to tell me his story. He told me about what it was like for him growing up gay and feeling like something was wrong with him. He’d been drafted out of high school and met another gay guy in bootcamp. They started a secret relationship, sneaking away to fuck whenever they could. They were shipped off to Vietnam together and the guy was killed a few months later. Tom said his back was injured in the attack and afterwards he had to take strong medicine for the pain. He couldn’t work after and ended up on the streets and now he gets by begging for change and fucking guys for money. My heart broke for him, he was a good man, had befriended me and was trying to help me.

“How you feelin’ kid?”

“Good” I said, absentmindedly rubbing my chest. “A little warm...” I kind of felt like I was relaxing in a warm bath and I let my hand drift from my chest to the growing bulge in my underwear. Tom mixed me up some more of his G and I drank it.

He pulled out a bottle of baby oil. “Come here,” he patted the space between his legs, “Let me rub your shoulders.”

I moved to sit between his legs and leaned back against his hairy chest, he felt hot and a bit sweaty but it felt so good to press against him that I scooted back even further, rubbing against his crotch. He began to massage the oil on my shoulders and I couldn’t help but moan a little.

“Tell me more about the boy from back home,” he whispered in my ear.

“Toby?” I asked, nuzzling against him; his hands felt so good rubbing my shoulders and neck.

“Yeah, tell me about Toby. Tell me about the first time he fucked you.”

I closed my eyes, leaned into Tom’s strong, comforting touch. My brain was swimming just enough to let my mind float back to my first time with Toby.

“We were in his room, making out… I loved when he sucked on ears.”

“Like this?” Tom said as he nibbled gently on my ear.

“Yes!” I writhed against him, his cock growing hard, straining against his underwear, pushing into the small of my back.

“I saw he had a tub of vaseline next to his bed and I scooped some up with my fingers and started jacking him off.”

I was in the memory so clearly, my eyes locked with Toby’s while I slowly stroked his 8 inch cock.

“You should save all your cum for me,” I told Toby. “I want every last drop.”

“I love what a little cum slut you’ve become!” Toby moaned. “You ever jack off without me?”

“Yeah, but I always eat my own cum and pretend it’s yours.”

Tom put one hand under my throat to tilt my head back and kiss my neck, pulling me back to reality. 

“Then what?” he asked as his other hand slipped into my underwear and gently caressed the tip of my dick.

“He moaned and told me what a good boy I was, that’s what he liked to call me, his good boy.”

Tom lifted me up and spun me around and pressed his forehead against mine and put a hand around my throat, squeezing firmly enough to make my head spin, but not enough to choke me.

“Did you like that?” he asked, his breath hot on my face.

“Yes,” I cooed. My head was swimming and my body felt so warm, every part of me he touched felt electrified.

“That’s because you are a good boy.” He laid me on my back and gently bit one of my nipples, I hissed with pleasure. Tom released his grip on me and smiled deviously as he reached down and pulled off my underwear first, then quickly pulled off his own. His cock wasn’t quite as long as Toby’s, maybe 7 inches, but it was thicker, meatier - I had the sudden realization that this was a man - not a boy like me, or Toby, a grown man who was going to fuck me. 

Tom poured some more baby oil on his hands and began to lightly trace around my hole with one hand while stroking himself with the other. “Keep going,” he said.

My mind focused back on Toby, naked on his back, his throbbing cock in my hand.

“I want to cum in you,” Toby said. “You want that? You want my load inside you?”

I nodded yes and Toby said “Good boy. Ride my cock.”

I stopped jerking Toby and rubbed some Vaseline on my puckered virgin hole, positioned myself over him, then sat back and felt him press into me. He grabbed my hips, guiding me down and forcing his way in; it hurt as I slowly sank down and he inched into my tight little hole. He felt so big but I forced myself to let him in completely. It was everything to be so close to him, to see the pure ecstasy in his eyes, ecstasy created by my body.

Tom lifted my legs up and placed them on his shoulders and shoved a thick finger in me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion. 

“Did he feel like this?” Tom asked slowly, pumping his finger in my hole. “Or like this?” he teased, slipping another finger inside me as he jerked himself off.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned loudly. 

The sensation was overwhelming. I flashed between the dark beastly look in Tom’s once kind eyes as he pumped his two thick fingers in my hole and jerked himself off and the memory of Toby fucking me - how I’d cum on Toby’s chest and scooped my load off him with my fingers, devouring it greedily as he thrust into me like a machine. I remember how he moaned and grabbed me so tightly when he shot his load into my hole that I was sure to bruise.

I felt my balls tighten and then I shot all over my neck and face, splashing in my mouth, that intoxicating taste I couldn’t seem to get enough of. Tom shoved my legs off his shoulders and pulled his fingers out of my hole roughly. He quickly straddled my chest and jerked himself to completion, groaning as he shot thick rope after rope of cum on my face. He fell down on his back, laying next to me, panting heavily. After a few moments he caught his breath and propped himself up and smiled at me, the warmth back in his eyes.

“You are a very good boy…and a very messy boy,” he said, wiping up a dollop of cum off my face and sucking it off his finger. “I’ll get you a rag.”

He turned to find something to clean me up with and when his back was turned I quickly wiped a large smear of cum off my face and sucked it off my fingers.

“Greedy boy,” said a deep voice.

I should have been more startled to see Lamar, still shirtless, stepping into the tent since I was sprawled out naked and covered in cum, but whatever Tom had given me slowed my reaction just enough not to make me panic as I sat up and instinctively and covered my dick with my hands. 

“Hey man,” Tom said to Lamar. “Come on in. You get it?”

Lamar pulled a baggie full of little white crystals that look like broken pieces of rock candy out his pocket and tossed it to Tom.

“Sweet!” Tom replied. He pulled out a little tray and began to crush the crystals as Lamar crouched down next to me.

“Don’t get shy now pretty boy,” Lamar said, gently lifting my hands away from my 6 inch dick. 

He grinned like a wolf as he stood and kicked off his shoes and shorts. He pulled off his boxers to reveal his stunningly huge cock, it looked like it was at least 9 inches and was definitely the biggest cock I’d ever seen. He sat next to me and used his boxers to wipe the cum off my face and neck as I sat there stunned and naked. 

“There you go pretty boy. All better.”

He leaned in and kissed me, his full soft lips enveloping my mouth, his tongue, brushing against mine. I melted into his kiss.

“How you feeling pretty boy?”

“I feel great,” I said dreamily.

Lamar reached over and rubbed my dick, “I see that.”

Lamar looked over to Tom, “How much G you give him?”

“Not much, about half a dose total ,” Tom said, dividing the now powdered crystals into little lines. He set down the tray and handed the Gatorade, cup and vile to Lamar before going back to work.

Lamar made another mixture with the G, saying “Two for me,” and drinking it down. He made another saying “and one for the pretty boy,” and handed it to me. I drank it down as Tom positioned himself next to us with the tray, which he handed to Lamar, then proceeded to make himself another shot of the G.

Lamar snorted two of the lines as Tom swallowed the G. I had never been around drugs, other than pot, and I was a little nervous and a little excited about what was happening. Tom took the tray and snorted a few of the lines then sectioned off a tiny bit and held out the little straw to me.

“Baby bump for the baby boy,” Tom said. 

I took the straw and snorted the little bump. It burned going up and I dropped the straw and grabbed my nose. “It burns!” I said.

My head swam and I felt my face and chest grow hot, but all the nervousness I’d ever felt disappeared. I also felt hornier than I’d ever felt in my life.

Lamar started kissing me again, shoving his tongue into my mouth. Tom joined in and suddenly we were all kissing each other at the same time. Lamar broke away and leaned back, his dark, giant cock laying against his stomach.

“Suck my dick pretty boy!”

I eagerly obeyed, taking as much of his giant cock in my mouth as I could manage.

“Good boy, stroke and suck, you can do it,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. 

I slurped on his cock greedily, enjoying the salty promise of precum in my mouth. I felt Tom spread my cheeks apart and tongue my hole and I moaned with pleasure. 

“Such a tasty boy hole!” Tom said before diving back in for more.

“I want a taste,” Lamar said, pulling me off his dick and spinning me around. 

Tom guided my mouth onto his thick cock and I slurped on it, looking up at him. He leaned over and grabbed a small, dark brown bottle and inhaled from it deeply. His eyes rolled back in his head and he grabbed a fistful of my curly blonde hair and started pumping my mouth up and down on his cock, face fucking me as Lamar kept tonguing my hole. 

There was a mirror hanging above Tom’s head and I saw the whole scene: a pale, thin blonde teen boy with a bruised eye, naked on his hands and knees, being face-fucked by a 40-something, tan hairy white homeless man, while a huge 50-something black homeless man with a snowy white beard greedily ate his ass. I could feel my boy dick hard and leaking with excitement.

Lamar pulled his face out of my ass, grabbed the bottle of baby oil, slicked my hole, and pressed a finger inside me. I moaned and pulled my mouth off of Tom’s cock to gasp for air.

“Lick my balls and take a break kid,” Tom said, guiding me down to his sweaty balls.

Lamar pumped one finger in and out of my hole, then pushed a second finger in me and I gasped.

“Damn this pretty boy is still so tight!” Lamar said, working two fingers in and out of my hole.

He looked up at Tom and said “Give the baby some poppers, I’m about to open this sweet little hole up!”

Tom lifted my face off his balls and reached for the little brown bottle. My lips were swollen and red, my eyes blood-shot and watery with tears running down my cheeks and my entire mouth and chin were covered in saliva from the rough face-fucking. I was flying pretty high between the G and crystal, Tom held the bottle under one nostril and closed the other with his finger.

“Take a deep breath kid.”

I inhaled deeply and he switched to my other nostril and took another deep breath and started soaring!

“There we go, open up baby boy,” Lamar crooned, pumping his fingers into my hole.

Tom thrust his cock back into my mouth and said “Shove some of that stuff up his hole, that’ll open him.”

“Alright!” Lamar answered, pulling his fingers out of his hole, leaving me feeling empty. 

I wasn’t sure what they were talking about so I gazed into the mirror and watched Lamar coat the end of his index finger in the white powder. Tom held the small brown bottle under my nose and I inhaled deeply, my head swimming and my hole relaxing. Lamar shoved his finger into my hole and it felt like a red hot poker. I yelped and Tom held the poppers under my nose and I breathed in again. The pain in my ass began to subside and Lamar fucked another finger into my hole.

“There we go,” Tom said, holding the poppers under my nose for another round. “Good boy.”

Lamar worked a third finger into my hole and was pumping away. “There we go! He’s open now!”

I wanted more, I needed to be filled with more, fucked with more. I dropped my head into Tom’s lap and reached back to spread my cheeks open for Lamar.

“Thata boy, alright now pretty boy!” Lamar hooted. Give my hole a few more rough pumps before pulling out. Tom let my head sink to the ground and I was so high I held the position: face on the ground, ass in the air, spreading my cheeks while they took a break to snort some more lines. 

After what felt like an eternity of my hole not being filled, there was a light tap on my face. Lamar was in front of my now, trying to get me to snap to. I looked up at him dazed as he shoved his cock into my mouth, pumping it in and out, gagging me and pulling out just enough to let me catch my breath now and then.

I felt a cock brush against my hole before being shoved in. I felt relieved to have something inside me. Tom’s hair chest pressed against my back as he put his weight on me, forcing my face further onto Lamar’s crotch. Tom piston fucked me like that for a while until I vaguely heard Lamar say he wanted a turn.

“Come on kid,” Lamar said helping me up, “Come here.” 

I laid down on my back and Lamar lifted my legs up, grasping my ankles and spreading my legs wide as he shoved his huge cock in me. Sweat was glistening down his face and chest, his white beard shiny with it. I reached a hand up and smeared his sweaty chest then sucked his sweat off my fingers. 

Lamar grinned widely and said “Yeah faggot, take that big black cock! Suck up my sweat you little bitch slut! Open your mouth!” He commanded and when I did he spit into my mouth, once, then again and commanded me to swallow as he fucked me harder.

Tom gave me some more poppers and fucked my face, occasionally pulling out so they could take turns spitting in my mouth or on my face.

They continued using me like that until I felt Lamar lean in over me and place his tree trunk size arms under me. “Come here kid,” he said, easily hoisting me up and leaning back so he was sitting back and I was in his lap facing him, his giant cock never left my hole and the motion caused my young cock to spurt out drops of precum. 

He roughly smeared the spit around on my face and asked “You ready for two cocks little boy?”

“Fuck yeah!” Tom said as he positioned himself behind me.

I was too fucked up to do anything but groan and moan.

“Yeah, he’s ready,” Lamar said picking up the poppers and holding them under my nose. “Take a deep breath pretty boy, gotta take it all.”

I inhaled deeply out of instinct, first one nostril, then the other. My mind was soaring and I felt Tom position the head of his cock against my hole and start to try to press it in. Even as wrecked as I was it felt like more than I could take. I struggled a bit, vaguely afraid I’d be split in two.

Lamar quickly shoved the poppers back under my nose, “Shhhh, it’s okay kid, just breath.” 

Tom wrapped one arm around the front of my, pinning my arms to my side and pressed his cock into my hole. 

“Uuuhhhhh!” I moaned and gasped as he slide into me. The pressure of both of their cocks inside me was insane! I cried out and Lamar put his hand over my mouth, commanding “Just breathe, you can take it, it’s already in.”

“Holy fuck!” Tom cried out, now steadily pumping his cock in and out, his arms wrapped around me, squeezing me so tight, his sweaty hairy chest pressed against my back!

I felt my balls tighten and I let out a muffled moan into Lamar’s hand and shot a load onto his stomach. As I came my hole clamped onto the dueling cocks inside me. 

Tom seized up and cried out “I’m gonna nut!” I could feel his thick cock throbbing and shooting inside me.

“Fuck yeah, take it faggot!” Lamar shouted, pumping hard and fast, then tensing up as he shot load after load inside me. His dick kept throbbing spurt after spurt after spurt.

When he finally stopped cuming the three of us sat there, pressed together breathing heavily, cum dripping out of my hole.

Tom pulled out first and laid on his back trying to catch his breath , and my stretched hole ached again. Lamar laid me on my back, still breathing heavily, then pulled out of me and sat back. I felt sore and empty like I’d never felt before. There seemed to be a small river of cum dripping out of me. My entire body ached and my head was swimming and dizzy. 

After a while I felt a bottle pressed to my lips and tasted the Gatorade, which I gulped greedily. I was too exhausted to open my eyes and I vaguely heard Tom and Lamar talking about how they’d worn me out and decided to move the party to Lamar’s tent. Exhausted, I gave in and slipped into unconsciousness.

To be continued…