Winner Takes All

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Winner Takes All

"Huh?" I asked, stunned.

"Buy The Daily Breeze?" he repeated, holding up an order form.

Ok, let me explain…. This wasn’t just cute, this was — brain-dropping-into-your-pants — gorgeous. You know, so mind numbingly attractive, you’re certain you’re out of your league to even wish. I hesitated, some part of me reluctant to be rid of him so quickly.

"Sorry… I already get the Times," I tendered.

"But this is for a good cause," he insisted, adding, "you’d be helping me win points toward summer camp."

"But I don’t need 2 papers."

"You can order it and then just cancel."

"Cancel? You want me to order a paper and then cancel it?"

"No. Keep the subscription for 4 weeks then cancel. That way I’ll get credit."

"But…"

"For a worthy cause, sir. To help keep kids off the street," he spouted with boyish insouciance.

"But…"

"It’s only $13.95."

He waited as I stared, contemplating. Problem was, I wasn’t thinking clear.

"I don’t think…"

"Oh please sir," he interjected, anticipating my denial. "I’m so close. All I need is 48 points," he reported, whipping out a tally sheet from his pocket.

He’s got dimples, I thought, gazing at his adorable face. Dimples, sparkling white teeth, sexy red lips, sultry brown eyes….

He waited patiently, quietly watching as I got an eye full of him.

"What’s your name?" I asked, a shameless stall.

"Julian."

"How many papers have you sold?"

"Uh…," he counted in his head then responded, "6."

Oh give it up, I thought, he hasn’t got a clue. All he wants is to sell a paper, nothing more, nothing less.

Wondering had I completely lost my mind, I cautiously inquired "Can you come inside?"
"’K," he beamed, squeezing past me.

He’s got naturally curly hair, I observed. As I gazed at his luscious apricot-brown face, I started imagining the rest of his svelte body exposed and I’ll be damn if I didn’t get hard. There was a knock at my door, startling both of us. I opened it and another kid stood there, launching immediately into his pitch. Glancing past me, he noticed Julian standing in my living room and paused.

"’Sup, Joo," he quipped. "Didn’t know you was here. But you best ta get poppin’, me and Andre already got our points," he announced, gleefully. Julian listened silent, his countenance dropping.

"We headin’ back to the center," the boy finished and bounced off.

Julian eyed me warily, waiting.

"Wow, that’s too bad, Joo," I taunted, hope renewed. "I get a paper, that’ll get you the 48 points?"

"No," he mumbled. "I only get 12 points a paper."

"Man, you’d need to sell like… 4 more papers."

"Three, if I make this sell," he maintained.

"But what about the other 3?"

"I could get those another way," he offered.

"Really, how?"

"If someone sponsors me."

"Sponsors you?"

"Pay the difference," he somberly disclosed.

It’s amazing what one can accomplish when properly motivated. Upon further discussion, I learned that Julian was somewhat a slacker. While his friends were busy canvassing the neighborhood, racking up points, he’d been hanging out at the youth center, avoiding work. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one taken by his dazzling good looks.

He really wanted to go to camp with his buddies but, at this late hour, it was highly unlikely. Unless someone stepped in and… shall we say, saved the day. And so, here we were, in my room, Julian anxiously perched on my bed.

"So, we got a deal?" I asked, bending to remove his tennis.

"Man, what you doin’?" he stressed, pulling my hands off his shoes.

"Oh, so we ain’t got a deal?"

"Yeah, but why you gotta take off my shoes?"

"I was trying to start you off slow," I explained. "But we can get right to it, you want."

With that, I reached to undo his pants. He grabbed my hands again, making a half-hearted attempt to restrain them. We stared at each other, waiting, until I reiterated,

"I thought you needed the points. You don’t want them, we can stop."

"Yeah, I want them, but why it’s got to be like this?" He said, holding my hands.

"You choose," I said, releasing him.

He stared at me a long time then softly relented,
"Ok, start with my shoes." Delighted, I bent over and slipped his large, athletic style tennis off his feet. Grabbing each foot again, I quickly pulled his socks off and glanced up at him. He looked away.

"You got nice feet," I said, caressing one with my hands. Gently stroking it, I worked his long toes through my fingers, my dick brick hard now. He said nothing, eventually turning to watch as I played my hands over his feet. Wiggling his toes as I fingered them, I happened to glance up and notice he was sporting a wicked bulge in his shorts.

Naturally, my hand gravitated toward that protrusion, seizing it in its grasp. Stroking it through his shorts, I was surprised at its length. Julian groaned softly, his legs parting of their own volition. I slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts and into his boxers, ensnaring his pipe in my stroking fist.

"Lay back," I whispered, pushing him onto the bed. He complied, spreading his legs wider as I unbuckled his shorts and pulled them down and off his feet. Gazing at his partially clad body, I positioned his legs spread eagle and played with his groin.

Julian gyrated his hips again, moaning softly as I ran my hand up and over his pulsing protrusion and back between his legs. His boxers in the way now, I yanked them off, exposing his intoxicatingly beautiful brown skin. Returning to his thrusting spear, I clutched it, clasping its bulbous head through my fist.

"Ssss…ah!" he yelped, pushing his dick into my down thrusting hand, his eyes closed.

Juices leaked out, wetting my hand and I spread them about the head of his dick. He moaned again, his toes wiggling. I released his dick and played with his dangling balls. They filled my hand perfectly, warm to the touch. Squeezing them, I bent low and licked them, their piquant aroma stimulating.

Painting each tender orb with my saliva, I licked as he squirmed, ecstatic. Grabbing him by the ankles, I lifted them high and wide.

"Ahhhh!" He cried, my tongue finding his tight hole. Lapping wickedly across the tiny socket, I held him on my darting tongue as he moaned and gyrated. His dick jumped and pulsed, dripping his hot syrup over his quivering stomach. His toes wiggled and his chest heaved as he reveled in the strange sensations.

Seizing the moment, I quickly lubed my finger with some spit and pushed it into his quivering hole.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" He shrieked, his hole clamping down on the invading digit. Wiggling wildly, he gazed at me, confused, as I fingered his hole. While his hand had shot down to grab my wrist, he wasn’t yanking on it to remove my finger. Staring at me, he held my wrist as I slid my finger back and forth.

Standing, I quickly removed my clothes, my finger still stroking his protruding prostate all the while.

"Ummmm," he moaned, his hand still clutching my driving wrist. I’m not sure he was aware what I was about to do, but he offered no resistance as I positioned my hard, juice-lubed dick at his drum tight hole. Glancing down, he watched me line up and push then whispered, "No…"

I held my dick at his hole and slipped my fist around his pulsing pole. His defenses weakened and like butter, his hole parted, spreading around my advancing shaft. He moaned in protest, his hand shooting down to pull my dick out, but his ass was steadily opening, slipping quietly around my hard wand.

Soon, I was atop him, his legs spread about my waist, my dick ensconced within his quivering hole. He let out a surprised grunt, his toes wiggling in mid air as his shirt clad chest heaved in excitement. Holding him tight, I slipped deeper within him, my eyes holding his bulging peepers as I pushed. He grunted and moaned again, his asshole skittering as it felt my length part him.

When I was sure he’d taken it all, I pulled back, dragging my stiff length across his sensitive prostate. His eyes went wide and his mouth opened, forming an "O" as he sensed my love handle stroking him. About halfway, I stopped, holding him on the edge of raw stimulation, then pushed back in. He let out a whoop and clutched me tight between his legs, his heels locked behind my ass.

Holding his body tight, I pulled out again, then slid, tortuously slow back in. By the time I reached bottom, he was a quivering mass of desire, his asshole begging me to pound it. In time, my hips were rising and falling rhythmically, my post splitting his luscious cheeks wide.

Julian soon forgot about pulling my dick out and eventually stretched his hands wide across the bed, his legs dangling spread eagle around my waist. It was as if he was inviting me to ravage him. Bending over him, I kissed and nuzzled his taut neck muscles. He moaned, his hands clutching my head as he trembled.

"Ready," I stated. He moaned again, holding me tight with his feet, his toes wiggling widely above my ass.
Gripping him tight, I plowed, my dick furrowing his tender, virgin hole.

"Ahhhh!" He groaned, rolling his head. "My….. asssss," he cried, delirious. I was punching his hot tunnel with a vengeance now, my hands beneath him supporting his quivering, sweating body. His dick extended, sticky juices dripping onto his stomach as his legs parted wider.

Pounding him, I reached between us and gripped his throbbing hardness. He let out a howl, his balls snapping tight against his pelvis. Spreading frog-legged, his ass was like a pair of twin globes, sliding up my dick. He wailed again as his dick spurted, leaping loops of cum arching across his chest and against the bed. His dick felt like a velvet pipe in my hands, his bulging knob bumping against each up thrust. I ringed it, increasing his stimulation as angry jets of cum squirted out its slit, wetting his torso.

Grabbing one of his feet in my hands, I slipped my fingers between his toes and reveled in the sensation of each digit caressing mine. Holding him spread like that, I gazed at him, convulsing and spending his load and felt my dick leap in his chute. He must’ve felt it too, because he moaned, glancing up at me as I shot.

His luscious toes squeezed my fingers as he writhed, emptying his store of hot jism. We both whooped and groaned as our dicks simultaneously fired. All too soon we were both spent, and I collapsed on top of him, our chests heaving.

Weeks later, Julian returned, a bit uneasy… his eyes averted as he asked if I was "satisfied" with my order. Apparently the youth center required them to return to all sponsors not only to thank them but also ensure they were happy with their subscriptions.

Let’s just say, the customer is always right, was really in my favor this time.

Winner Takes All

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