Disclaimer - Sorry that it took me so long to post this final part. I thought I had posted it seems I wasn't able to and it had been gathering dust in my drafts... But anyway, better late than never!
Chapter 5
It had been five months since Luke embraced depravity and fully gave himself to the fat old man, Frank. Five months of being fucked mercilessly, and slobbering his tongue all over his fat, saggy body. Five months of licking his pits clean and being buried under his fat while he got face or ass fucked. Five months of Frank cumming down his throat or up his ass while he himself came without ever having to touch his dick. It had been Five months of depraved bliss.
Today was just like every other day. Luke had just finished taking a nice, hot shower after an exhausting night at his TV show's wrap-up party in celebration of the season's filming coming to completion. He would normally go straight to Frank's house or office after work to get fucked, but the old man's meeting was running long, so Luke decided to clean up at his own place first.
Luke He was browsing through his social media when he came across an article about a sex tape that involved Frank and himself.
Panic quickly took over, and he clicked the article. The link led him to a video on a porn site, with his face in the thumbnail. The video was captioned "Famous supermodel and up-and-coming actor Luke Anderson caught getting down and dirty with TV producer and executive, Frank Goodwin."
"Ain't no way this shit is real," Luke thought to himself.
Frank loved to dominate and humiliate him, but privacy and discreetness were always very important to him. There was no way he would've recorded them in secret and released video. Maybe it was one of those stupid deep fakes that've been spreading the past few years.
The stud clicked play, and his worst fears came true. On the laptop screen, he saw himself. He thought maybe it was his face superimposed on the video, but he recognized the living room, after all, he had been fucked there countless times. A paparazzi must have broken into the property and recorded them from the window.
Luke watched as the video continued playing, unfolding the events of that night. There he was, in all his attractive glory, bent over the living room table, with the gargantuan old man behind him, plowing his hole. He could see in his face that mixture of disgust and arousal he experienced every time Frank used him. The video was taken close enough from the window that his moans were audible. It was faint, but he could definitely be heard moaning variations of "Fuck me, Grandpa!" over and over. This clearly was turning on the grotesque eighty-year-old man as his assaults on the sexy young ass intensified after each beckon from Luke.
The video showed Luke doing all the depraved things he normally would for Frank. He witnessed himself licking Frank's disgusting body like a mother cat bathing her kitten. He saw his face getting buried beneath Frank's enormous gut as he was face fucked.
The video eventually reached the point Luke most dreaded to see, the climax. Frank was laying on his back, with Luke sitting on his cock, facing him. His legs were flanking Frank's huge torso, and he was leaning back, supporting himself up with his arms behind him. He raised his ass and dropped it, again and again.
His face was ridden with ecstasy as he bounced on Frank's dick, his own cock leaking precum like a broken faucet. He rode and moaned like a man possessed, until finally, without touching himself, his seed came splattering out, flying all over the place as he continued to ride Frank. The contractions of his channel brought Frank over the edge as well and the old man bellowed.
When Luke had ridden through both their orgasms, he dismounted Frank and began sucking his dick clean. As he did this, Luke released Frank's cum from his guts, and it flowed out of his ass like a river.
He looked at the video details and saw that in the three hours it had been up, it garnered twenty thousand views. It was fucking over. In that short amount of time, twenty thousand people had witnessed him begging an obese grandpa to fuck him. They'd also seen him cum without touching himself, and Frank's cum drip out of his ass.
It was too much for him. It was one thing for him to be humiliated in private, he fucking loved that. He had been willingly letting Frank use him all these months. This was an entirely differeent thing though. The world was about to see the kind of sexual depravity he enjoyed.
Luke was practically about to have a mental breakdown. The only thing he could think of to keep himself together was to hide from the situation. He packed an overnight bag and headed for the airport. He would just make arrangements for the rest of his belongings to be packed and transferred to wherever he would end up going. He shot Frank a text explaining his actions and apologizing for it. The old man was surprisingly understanding and didn't give him a hard time. Just as quickly as his career shot up, he felt it crash and burn.
FOUR MONTHS LATER
As the sun began to set, Luke found comfort in the solitude of his jog. The cool breeze brushed against his bare chest as he made his way through the running trail. He really cherished these moments.
His life was basically over a few months ago. His sex tape had gone viral and everyone and their mothers had seen him being plowed by an old walrus and thoroughly enjoying it. He couldn't handle the shame of being exposed like that. He ran away to the country to try and avoid the fallout from his scandal.
He didn't think things could ever go back to normal, and they didn't. Things somehow got even better. In the aftermath of his scandal, his manager contacted him with a hail Mary. He suggested that Luke play the "taken advantage of" card. It would either go really well or really poorly. Luckily, it went really well.
Despite the initial backlash and PR nightmare from the scandal, Luke's immaculate good looks and charm won the people over. Instead of a depraved stud who enjoyed getting used by a fat old man, they saw an innocent young man who was taken advantage of and devoured by the dark side of the entertainment industry.
Luke even went on to publish an autobiography detailing the dark underbelly of the industry and the hardships he underwent. This, of course, was ghostwritten by a team hired by his manager. They took bits and pieces of his story, fluffed it up, and framed it so that it made Luke look good. People ate it up. In fact, he would begin his book tour in a week's time.
It helped a lot that Frank did not push back against Luke. He could have found ways to silence his narrative and further ruin the boy, but he did not. Truth be told, those months together were the best months of Frank's life. He had the hottest boy in the world, fully giving himself up willingly, and truly enjoying every moment of it. He would let the boy have this one.
Things were going great for Luke's career and reputation, but internally, he still struggled. While scrolling his social media feed at home, he saw a random person repost his sex video. He knew that despite having been able to control the narrative and winning people over, he would never really live the video down. It was on the internet for all of time. It had been a while since he saw it, so it really bothered him to see it pop up on his feed.
More than the trauma from his scandal, what really bothered him about seeing the video was that it made him miss it. He'd been sexually active, of course, but only with men and women who were conventionally very attractive, as one would expect for someone like him. They were all really hot and most were very good in bed, but it wasn't enough. He craved the stimulation and arousal he got from being used by a gross old man like Frank.
Luke did not want to fall back into depravity, though. Things were going great and he had a bright future ahead. All he had to do was keep away from his dark desires. That's why he went for a run at this particular time, to clear his head.
Luke was so distracted and caught up in his own thoughts that he took the wrong turn and ended up on a different path. However, he was still on a trail, albeit an unfamiliar one, but he wasn't too worried.
He could tell this trail was definitely less used by joggers because it was a lot more unkept than the others he had been to. The trees gradually thinned out, giving way to a more open space. The foliage cleared up in one small area and he saw something he didn't expect to come across. There was a tiny, dilapidated shanty just up ahead.
Luke walked up slowly and noticed there was a man standing outside of the shack. He was old and looked dirty, with long, shaggy hair that covered his face like a gray veil. Luke assumed it was a homeless guy.
After a little while observing the man, Luke realized that he was jerking off.
He was instantly excited by this. The image of this dirty old man stroking his dick stirred up the depraved feelings he had suppressed for all these months.
On any given day, he probably would have been able to fight the urge and just continue with his jog. However, seeing his sex video earlier had left him vulnerable and craving for depravity.
Luke slowly walked closer, still trying to get himself to leave, but it was a losing battle. Despite his best efforts to go unnoticed, he accidentally stepped on a twig.
"Who the fuck is there?" barked the homeless man. "What do you want?"
The old man's eyes nervously darted back and forth, checking to see for any danger.
Pissed at himself for getting into this situation, Luke had no choice but to clear his throat and show himself." I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I went down the wrong path and now I'm kinda lost. Can you help me find the way back to my usual trail?"
The old man squinted at him, sizing him up with a wary eye.
"Well, boy, you ain't from around here, are ya?" he grumbled.
Luke nodded, his eyes homing in on the man's hand which was back to stroking his cock after estimating that Luke wasn't a threat.
He had been living a repressed life these past months, dealing with the denial of his fantasies. Every day, he struggled to reconcile his desires with the expectations of society. And yet, as he stood before the old man, the facade faded, replaced by an overwhelming urge to indulge himself.
"Why didn't you say anything instead of lurking around like a creep? You wanna see me jerking off or something?" the old man said, chuckling.
Luke knew he should have played it off like he was just afraid to approach the man. Literally, any lame excuse would have sufficed. But he was so close to what he'd craved all these months, and his willpower was so weak from watching himself being used in the video earlier. Everything he repressed came bubbling to the surface.
"Honestly, yes," Luke replied. "I...I want you."
The old man recoiled, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"What the fuck are you saying? Ain't no way you're being serious right now," he answered.
Despite his shock, there was a hint of curiosity in his tone. Luke took a step closer, his determination increasing with each step.
"Dead serious."
"Fuck off. I'm not a queer."
"I didn't say you were. This won't mean you're gay. Besides, I'll make it worth your while."
"And just how would you do that?"
"I'll give you $150 to fuck me."
"I gotta stick it in you? Nah. I'm not touching a faggot for change. Get lost queer."
"$500!" Luke blurted out, surprising even himself.
"Well, I'll be. You're a desperate little thing, aren't you? Show me you got the cash."
Luke took out his wallet and showed the homeless man five crisp hundred-dollar bills.
"See? I have it."
"Well, I ain't sucking you. And nothing touches my ass."
"That's okay, I'll do all the work."
A grin appeared on the old man's face as he thought to himself, "Easiest five hundred I've ever made. What a chump."
"Well then get over here, faggot."
With a final glance at the old man, Luke stepped forward. It was so quiet out here that he could hear wind blowing the leaves. It made the situation seem so serious and tense. Anxiety filled a pit in his stomach, and he thought of turning back and literally running away, but the prospect of humiliating himself by letting a homeless man use him was too tempting.
"Can you get naked?" Luke asked the old man, and he obliged. What Luke saw made chills run down his spine.
Luke could obviously tell the man was really old just based on his face, but it definitely showed on his body as well.
The wrinkled skin of his face showed the long, hard life he'd had. His skin was saggy all over, void of any body hair. He had a full head of hair and a medium-length beard that was all dark gray and raggedy. Luke suspected that their actual color was white, but the inability to maintain his hygiene had turned it many shades darker.
It was impossible to ignore the foul stench coming from the man. He would surely have kept himself nice and clean if he had the means to do so, but his unfortunate circumstances had obviously left him unable to shower for weeks at a time.
His cock was long with an average girth. His pubic hair was quite thick and dark gray, just like his head and facial hair. Just by the look of it, Luke could tell his entire crotch area was filthy.
He hesitated, unsure whether he should continue, but he was egged on by his hunger for disgust and depravity. He had been suppressing these urges for months, and gus desire to be humiliated was taking over. The thought of surrendering to this sort of debauchy again thrilled him, and he was so excited to feel it.
Luke grabbed the homeless man's head and pulled him in for a wet kiss on the mouth. He kissed the elderly man fervently and got a taste of a mouth that hadn't been exposed to toothpaste or mouthwash in a good while. But the fact that he was kissing a homeless man who hadn't been able to groom himself in weeks really turned him on.
The fact that Luke was young, attractive, and successful and so fucking into it, while the man was old, homeless, and not at all enthusiastic about what was going on, egged on Luke's self-loathing and lust, and made him want to do this even more.
The old man was shocked at how earnest the boy was. Looking at him, he would not have expected the boy to be so into it. His kisses were so passionate that he could feel his hunger, and it was like he was trying to devour his mouth.
The homeless man hadn't been touched in decades though. He could not deny that this boy lusting over him made him feel so wanted and so needed. For the first time in ages, he didn't feel worthless. And so, he decided to give in to the moment.
With a grunt, he reached out and cupped Luke's cheek, his dirty, rough fingers digging into Luke's soft flesh, and pressed his mouth open. His tongue invaded the boy's mouth with a raging fury.
Luke reciprocated, and their tongues twisted and danced together. The old man's saliva mixed with the boy's, creating a thick slime that flowed between their mouths.
As passions intensified, the old man's hands roamed all over Luke's shirtless body. He grabbed Luke's pecs and nipples roughly, kneading them with a firm grip. Luke moaned, the sound muffled by their wet, hungry kiss.
"Get on your knees, faggot," growled the old man.
Luke eagerly obeyed, kneeling before him. The old man gripped his shoulder, pulling him close, forcing him to inhale the rancid smell rising from his unwashed body. He felt the heat radiating from the homeless man's groin.
"Open wide, faggot," the old man commanded. Luke obediently parted his lips, and immediately the old man thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock into Luke's awaiting mouth. Luke wasted no time, greedily swallowing the homeless man's dirty cock whole as it slid past his lips.
"Ugh. Fucking whore," the old man muttered, his voice full of yearning due to years of neglect. "Suck it harder, faggot."
Luke tightened his lips around the base of the homeless man's shaft, applying more pressure as he bobbed his head up and down. He used his tongue to lick and swirl at the rod as he sucked, savoring the nasty taste that made him feel so disgusted with himself.
"Fuck yeah, faggot," the old man moaned, his fingers gripping the back of Luke's head, holding him in place. "You love it, don't you?"
Luke released the man's cock from his mouth, gasping for breath. "Yes," he panted. "I love it. Please, fuck my throat."
The old man chuckled, "You better mean it, faggot. Because I'm gonna make sure you take every fucking inch of me."
Luke closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of the homeless man's massive cock stretching his throat. Each time he reached the hilt and his nose hit the man's pubic hair, he would get a whiff of the ridiculously foul odor. The disgust sent blood rushing to his dick, causing him to leak precum onto his underwear.
"Harder, faggot. Make me feel good."
Luke responded with renewed vigor, sucking and swallowing with increasing ferocity. The old man groaned louder, his breathing becoming faster and shorter.
"Fuck, yes, faggot," he panted, his grip tightening on Luke's head. "That's it. That feels so fucking good."
Luke sucked harder, his cheeks starting to ache from the effort. He felt the homeless man's grip tighten on his head, the man's cock swelling even larger inside his mouth. The old man's groans grew louder, and he started to slur his words.
"Ughh... fuuuuck..."
He could tell the man was close to his orgasm, and Luke longed to swallow his cum, but he realized this wasn't enough for him. He had deprived himself of this feeling for so long, that he needed to make up for it now. He suddenly pulled away from the old man's crotch, leaving his dick dangling and his face confused.
"I want you to fuck me, Daddy."
"Goddamn, boy, you're really getting your money's worth from my cock, aren't you?"
Luke reached into the pocket of his shorts that were on the floor, grabbed a condom from his wallet, and ripped it open. He looked up at the old man, his eyes shining with anticipation.
"Please, can you put it on for me?"
The old man stared at Luke, his eyes burning into his. "Why?" he asked, "Are you afraid of catching some shit from me?"
Luke had been barebacked a bunch of times. He'd been raw dogged and bred for months at a time by Richard and Frank. He'd barebacked with a few of the girls and guys he'd hooked up with since leaving Frank. It felt better, and he was on Prep, but this was a homeless man. Who knows what sicknesses he might be carrying?
"Can you just put in on, please?"
"Fine."
The old man snorted dismissively, reaching for the condom package, obviously annoyed.
"Don't want to catch anything, right?"
Luke swallowed hard, the tension mounting in his gut. He watched the homeless man's aged hands carefully peel back the wrapper. He rolled the condom onto his throbbing cock, his eyes still locked on Luke's face.
"So, how do you want me to fuck you, boy?" he asked.
"That's up to you, Daddy. Use me however you like."
"Well alright then. Get on your hands and knees."
Luke took off his shorts and underwear, then used them to try and cover the damp forest floor, as he got on all fours.
"Open your legs, faggot. Spread those juicy ass cheeks and show me that perfect hole of yours."
Luke complied, exposing himself fully to the old man. He then felt the familiar presence of a fat dickhead pressing against his entrance. His hole opened up, welcoming the invading meat.
"Well, that was easy," teased the old man as he let his cock sit just slightly inside Luke's hole. "That fat grandpa must have used this hole of yours real good."
The words stung, reminding Luke of his shameful past. His body involuntarily shuddered, and he braced himself for the impending fuck.
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Chapter 5
It had been five months since Luke embraced depravity and fully gave himself to the fat old man, Frank. Five months of being fucked mercilessly, and slobbering his tongue all over his fat, saggy body. Five months of licking his pits clean and being buried under his fat while he got face or ass fucked. Five months of Frank cumming down his throat or up his ass while he himself came without ever having to touch his dick. It had been Five months of depraved bliss.
Today was just like every other day. Luke had just finished taking a nice, hot shower after an exhausting night at his TV show's wrap-up party in celebration of the season's filming coming to completion. He would normally go straight to Frank's house or office after work to get fucked, but the old man's meeting was running long, so Luke decided to clean up at his own place first.
Luke He was browsing through his social media when he came across an article about a sex tape that involved Frank and himself.
Panic quickly took over, and he clicked the article. The link led him to a video on a porn site, with his face in the thumbnail. The video was captioned "Famous supermodel and up-and-coming actor Luke Anderson caught getting down and dirty with TV producer and executive, Frank Goodwin."
"Ain't no way this shit is real," Luke thought to himself.
Frank loved to dominate and humiliate him, but privacy and discreetness were always very important to him. There was no way he would've recorded them in secret and released video. Maybe it was one of those stupid deep fakes that've been spreading the past few years.
The stud clicked play, and his worst fears came true. On the laptop screen, he saw himself. He thought maybe it was his face superimposed on the video, but he recognized the living room, after all, he had been fucked there countless times. A paparazzi must have broken into the property and recorded them from the window.
Luke watched as the video continued playing, unfolding the events of that night. There he was, in all his attractive glory, bent over the living room table, with the gargantuan old man behind him, plowing his hole. He could see in his face that mixture of disgust and arousal he experienced every time Frank used him. The video was taken close enough from the window that his moans were audible. It was faint, but he could definitely be heard moaning variations of "Fuck me, Grandpa!" over and over. This clearly was turning on the grotesque eighty-year-old man as his assaults on the sexy young ass intensified after each beckon from Luke.
The video showed Luke doing all the depraved things he normally would for Frank. He witnessed himself licking Frank's disgusting body like a mother cat bathing her kitten. He saw his face getting buried beneath Frank's enormous gut as he was face fucked.
The video eventually reached the point Luke most dreaded to see, the climax. Frank was laying on his back, with Luke sitting on his cock, facing him. His legs were flanking Frank's huge torso, and he was leaning back, supporting himself up with his arms behind him. He raised his ass and dropped it, again and again.
His face was ridden with ecstasy as he bounced on Frank's dick, his own cock leaking precum like a broken faucet. He rode and moaned like a man possessed, until finally, without touching himself, his seed came splattering out, flying all over the place as he continued to ride Frank. The contractions of his channel brought Frank over the edge as well and the old man bellowed.
When Luke had ridden through both their orgasms, he dismounted Frank and began sucking his dick clean. As he did this, Luke released Frank's cum from his guts, and it flowed out of his ass like a river.
He looked at the video details and saw that in the three hours it had been up, it garnered twenty thousand views. It was fucking over. In that short amount of time, twenty thousand people had witnessed him begging an obese grandpa to fuck him. They'd also seen him cum without touching himself, and Frank's cum drip out of his ass.
It was too much for him. It was one thing for him to be humiliated in private, he fucking loved that. He had been willingly letting Frank use him all these months. This was an entirely differeent thing though. The world was about to see the kind of sexual depravity he enjoyed.
Luke was practically about to have a mental breakdown. The only thing he could think of to keep himself together was to hide from the situation. He packed an overnight bag and headed for the airport. He would just make arrangements for the rest of his belongings to be packed and transferred to wherever he would end up going. He shot Frank a text explaining his actions and apologizing for it. The old man was surprisingly understanding and didn't give him a hard time. Just as quickly as his career shot up, he felt it crash and burn.
FOUR MONTHS LATER
As the sun began to set, Luke found comfort in the solitude of his jog. The cool breeze brushed against his bare chest as he made his way through the running trail. He really cherished these moments.
His life was basically over a few months ago. His sex tape had gone viral and everyone and their mothers had seen him being plowed by an old walrus and thoroughly enjoying it. He couldn't handle the shame of being exposed like that. He ran away to the country to try and avoid the fallout from his scandal.
He didn't think things could ever go back to normal, and they didn't. Things somehow got even better. In the aftermath of his scandal, his manager contacted him with a hail Mary. He suggested that Luke play the "taken advantage of" card. It would either go really well or really poorly. Luckily, it went really well.
Despite the initial backlash and PR nightmare from the scandal, Luke's immaculate good looks and charm won the people over. Instead of a depraved stud who enjoyed getting used by a fat old man, they saw an innocent young man who was taken advantage of and devoured by the dark side of the entertainment industry.
Luke even went on to publish an autobiography detailing the dark underbelly of the industry and the hardships he underwent. This, of course, was ghostwritten by a team hired by his manager. They took bits and pieces of his story, fluffed it up, and framed it so that it made Luke look good. People ate it up. In fact, he would begin his book tour in a week's time.
It helped a lot that Frank did not push back against Luke. He could have found ways to silence his narrative and further ruin the boy, but he did not. Truth be told, those months together were the best months of Frank's life. He had the hottest boy in the world, fully giving himself up willingly, and truly enjoying every moment of it. He would let the boy have this one.
Things were going great for Luke's career and reputation, but internally, he still struggled. While scrolling his social media feed at home, he saw a random person repost his sex video. He knew that despite having been able to control the narrative and winning people over, he would never really live the video down. It was on the internet for all of time. It had been a while since he saw it, so it really bothered him to see it pop up on his feed.
More than the trauma from his scandal, what really bothered him about seeing the video was that it made him miss it. He'd been sexually active, of course, but only with men and women who were conventionally very attractive, as one would expect for someone like him. They were all really hot and most were very good in bed, but it wasn't enough. He craved the stimulation and arousal he got from being used by a gross old man like Frank.
Luke did not want to fall back into depravity, though. Things were going great and he had a bright future ahead. All he had to do was keep away from his dark desires. That's why he went for a run at this particular time, to clear his head.
Luke was so distracted and caught up in his own thoughts that he took the wrong turn and ended up on a different path. However, he was still on a trail, albeit an unfamiliar one, but he wasn't too worried.
He could tell this trail was definitely less used by joggers because it was a lot more unkept than the others he had been to. The trees gradually thinned out, giving way to a more open space. The foliage cleared up in one small area and he saw something he didn't expect to come across. There was a tiny, dilapidated shanty just up ahead.
Luke walked up slowly and noticed there was a man standing outside of the shack. He was old and looked dirty, with long, shaggy hair that covered his face like a gray veil. Luke assumed it was a homeless guy.
After a little while observing the man, Luke realized that he was jerking off.
He was instantly excited by this. The image of this dirty old man stroking his dick stirred up the depraved feelings he had suppressed for all these months.
On any given day, he probably would have been able to fight the urge and just continue with his jog. However, seeing his sex video earlier had left him vulnerable and craving for depravity.
Luke slowly walked closer, still trying to get himself to leave, but it was a losing battle. Despite his best efforts to go unnoticed, he accidentally stepped on a twig.
"Who the fuck is there?" barked the homeless man. "What do you want?"
The old man's eyes nervously darted back and forth, checking to see for any danger.
Pissed at himself for getting into this situation, Luke had no choice but to clear his throat and show himself." I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I went down the wrong path and now I'm kinda lost. Can you help me find the way back to my usual trail?"
The old man squinted at him, sizing him up with a wary eye.
"Well, boy, you ain't from around here, are ya?" he grumbled.
Luke nodded, his eyes homing in on the man's hand which was back to stroking his cock after estimating that Luke wasn't a threat.
He had been living a repressed life these past months, dealing with the denial of his fantasies. Every day, he struggled to reconcile his desires with the expectations of society. And yet, as he stood before the old man, the facade faded, replaced by an overwhelming urge to indulge himself.
"Why didn't you say anything instead of lurking around like a creep? You wanna see me jerking off or something?" the old man said, chuckling.
Luke knew he should have played it off like he was just afraid to approach the man. Literally, any lame excuse would have sufficed. But he was so close to what he'd craved all these months, and his willpower was so weak from watching himself being used in the video earlier. Everything he repressed came bubbling to the surface.
"Honestly, yes," Luke replied. "I...I want you."
The old man recoiled, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"What the fuck are you saying? Ain't no way you're being serious right now," he answered.
Despite his shock, there was a hint of curiosity in his tone. Luke took a step closer, his determination increasing with each step.
"Dead serious."
"Fuck off. I'm not a queer."
"I didn't say you were. This won't mean you're gay. Besides, I'll make it worth your while."
"And just how would you do that?"
"I'll give you $150 to fuck me."
"I gotta stick it in you? Nah. I'm not touching a faggot for change. Get lost queer."
"$500!" Luke blurted out, surprising even himself.
"Well, I'll be. You're a desperate little thing, aren't you? Show me you got the cash."
Luke took out his wallet and showed the homeless man five crisp hundred-dollar bills.
"See? I have it."
"Well, I ain't sucking you. And nothing touches my ass."
"That's okay, I'll do all the work."
A grin appeared on the old man's face as he thought to himself, "Easiest five hundred I've ever made. What a chump."
"Well then get over here, faggot."
With a final glance at the old man, Luke stepped forward. It was so quiet out here that he could hear wind blowing the leaves. It made the situation seem so serious and tense. Anxiety filled a pit in his stomach, and he thought of turning back and literally running away, but the prospect of humiliating himself by letting a homeless man use him was too tempting.
"Can you get naked?" Luke asked the old man, and he obliged. What Luke saw made chills run down his spine.
Luke could obviously tell the man was really old just based on his face, but it definitely showed on his body as well.
The wrinkled skin of his face showed the long, hard life he'd had. His skin was saggy all over, void of any body hair. He had a full head of hair and a medium-length beard that was all dark gray and raggedy. Luke suspected that their actual color was white, but the inability to maintain his hygiene had turned it many shades darker.
It was impossible to ignore the foul stench coming from the man. He would surely have kept himself nice and clean if he had the means to do so, but his unfortunate circumstances had obviously left him unable to shower for weeks at a time.
His cock was long with an average girth. His pubic hair was quite thick and dark gray, just like his head and facial hair. Just by the look of it, Luke could tell his entire crotch area was filthy.
He hesitated, unsure whether he should continue, but he was egged on by his hunger for disgust and depravity. He had been suppressing these urges for months, and gus desire to be humiliated was taking over. The thought of surrendering to this sort of debauchy again thrilled him, and he was so excited to feel it.
Luke grabbed the homeless man's head and pulled him in for a wet kiss on the mouth. He kissed the elderly man fervently and got a taste of a mouth that hadn't been exposed to toothpaste or mouthwash in a good while. But the fact that he was kissing a homeless man who hadn't been able to groom himself in weeks really turned him on.
The fact that Luke was young, attractive, and successful and so fucking into it, while the man was old, homeless, and not at all enthusiastic about what was going on, egged on Luke's self-loathing and lust, and made him want to do this even more.
The old man was shocked at how earnest the boy was. Looking at him, he would not have expected the boy to be so into it. His kisses were so passionate that he could feel his hunger, and it was like he was trying to devour his mouth.
The homeless man hadn't been touched in decades though. He could not deny that this boy lusting over him made him feel so wanted and so needed. For the first time in ages, he didn't feel worthless. And so, he decided to give in to the moment.
With a grunt, he reached out and cupped Luke's cheek, his dirty, rough fingers digging into Luke's soft flesh, and pressed his mouth open. His tongue invaded the boy's mouth with a raging fury.
Luke reciprocated, and their tongues twisted and danced together. The old man's saliva mixed with the boy's, creating a thick slime that flowed between their mouths.
As passions intensified, the old man's hands roamed all over Luke's shirtless body. He grabbed Luke's pecs and nipples roughly, kneading them with a firm grip. Luke moaned, the sound muffled by their wet, hungry kiss.
"Get on your knees, faggot," growled the old man.
Luke eagerly obeyed, kneeling before him. The old man gripped his shoulder, pulling him close, forcing him to inhale the rancid smell rising from his unwashed body. He felt the heat radiating from the homeless man's groin.
"Open wide, faggot," the old man commanded. Luke obediently parted his lips, and immediately the old man thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock into Luke's awaiting mouth. Luke wasted no time, greedily swallowing the homeless man's dirty cock whole as it slid past his lips.
"Ugh. Fucking whore," the old man muttered, his voice full of yearning due to years of neglect. "Suck it harder, faggot."
Luke tightened his lips around the base of the homeless man's shaft, applying more pressure as he bobbed his head up and down. He used his tongue to lick and swirl at the rod as he sucked, savoring the nasty taste that made him feel so disgusted with himself.
"Fuck yeah, faggot," the old man moaned, his fingers gripping the back of Luke's head, holding him in place. "You love it, don't you?"
Luke released the man's cock from his mouth, gasping for breath. "Yes," he panted. "I love it. Please, fuck my throat."
The old man chuckled, "You better mean it, faggot. Because I'm gonna make sure you take every fucking inch of me."
Luke closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of the homeless man's massive cock stretching his throat. Each time he reached the hilt and his nose hit the man's pubic hair, he would get a whiff of the ridiculously foul odor. The disgust sent blood rushing to his dick, causing him to leak precum onto his underwear.
"Harder, faggot. Make me feel good."
Luke responded with renewed vigor, sucking and swallowing with increasing ferocity. The old man groaned louder, his breathing becoming faster and shorter.
"Fuck, yes, faggot," he panted, his grip tightening on Luke's head. "That's it. That feels so fucking good."
Luke sucked harder, his cheeks starting to ache from the effort. He felt the homeless man's grip tighten on his head, the man's cock swelling even larger inside his mouth. The old man's groans grew louder, and he started to slur his words.
"Ughh... fuuuuck..."
He could tell the man was close to his orgasm, and Luke longed to swallow his cum, but he realized this wasn't enough for him. He had deprived himself of this feeling for so long, that he needed to make up for it now. He suddenly pulled away from the old man's crotch, leaving his dick dangling and his face confused.
"I want you to fuck me, Daddy."
"Goddamn, boy, you're really getting your money's worth from my cock, aren't you?"
Luke reached into the pocket of his shorts that were on the floor, grabbed a condom from his wallet, and ripped it open. He looked up at the old man, his eyes shining with anticipation.
"Please, can you put it on for me?"
The old man stared at Luke, his eyes burning into his. "Why?" he asked, "Are you afraid of catching some shit from me?"
Luke had been barebacked a bunch of times. He'd been raw dogged and bred for months at a time by Richard and Frank. He'd barebacked with a few of the girls and guys he'd hooked up with since leaving Frank. It felt better, and he was on Prep, but this was a homeless man. Who knows what sicknesses he might be carrying?
"Can you just put in on, please?"
"Fine."
The old man snorted dismissively, reaching for the condom package, obviously annoyed.
"Don't want to catch anything, right?"
Luke swallowed hard, the tension mounting in his gut. He watched the homeless man's aged hands carefully peel back the wrapper. He rolled the condom onto his throbbing cock, his eyes still locked on Luke's face.
"So, how do you want me to fuck you, boy?" he asked.
"That's up to you, Daddy. Use me however you like."
"Well alright then. Get on your hands and knees."
Luke took off his shorts and underwear, then used them to try and cover the damp forest floor, as he got on all fours.
"Open your legs, faggot. Spread those juicy ass cheeks and show me that perfect hole of yours."
Luke complied, exposing himself fully to the old man. He then felt the familiar presence of a fat dickhead pressing against his entrance. His hole opened up, welcoming the invading meat.
"Well, that was easy," teased the old man as he let his cock sit just slightly inside Luke's hole. "That fat grandpa must have used this hole of yours real good."
The words stung, reminding Luke of his shameful past. His body involuntarily shuddered, and he braced himself for the impending fuck.
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