The Gift that Keeps on Giving

Kevin began stroking himself slowly and Mr. Carter did the same not keeping his eye off the long member. Kevin's penis began to grow hard with the head pulsing like all his blood was flowing away from his body and into his crotch. The wonders of biology.

Mr. Carter's penis was also growing. Not as big as Kevin's but average enough that flexibility became an issue.

Kevin's penis was now big enough that the head pointed to the ceiling.

"There it is," Mr. Carter said with a satisfied smile, "there is my little friend. Well, not so little."

Kevin smiled a satisfied smile that he finally was pleasing Mr. Carter the way he always did.

"Kevin darling?" Mr. Carter spoke under his breath.

"Yes sir?"

"Can you do something for me?"

"Yes sir."

"Can you come for daddy, just this once?"

Kevin's smile widened. Throughout the months they have drove to the same spot over and over doing the same thing they have always done. But one thing that Kevin has never done was cum. He would always allow Mr. Carter bust a nut. But this was different. Kevin masturbated before and exciting as it was, it was also very messy.

"You sure you want me to do that," Kevin warned, "I don't want to make too much of a mess in your car."

Mr. Carter's face lit up like Kevin surprised he was going to do a trick. birthday gift. "Oh my. Please let yourself go all you want. I'll take care of the mess."

Kevin returned back to jerking himself off but slowly. He knew that Mr. Carter likes to be teased. Who doesn't during sex?

After a half hour Kevin started feeling the stirring in his testes. "Mr. Carter, it's about to happen." He warned.

"Oh please, don't hold back." Mr. Carter pleaded as he jerked faster probably hoping to keep up.

Kevin took his time but it did nothing to stop his body's nature. All the nerves began to react as he felt his balls erupt and the semen shoot through the shaft and out of the head of his cock. Kevin moaned as the hot, warm, cum shot up in the air.

The sight of Kevin's spunk shooting up nearly touching the ceiling was a beautiful sight to Mr. Carter. So beautiful that he too felt his own balls erupt and his semen come out of the head. But unlike Kevin who was fertile and magically gifted. Mr. Carter's sperm quickly came out and drizzled on the side of the head and on the back of the palm of his hand like flowing white lava.

Both men lay back in their seats breathing hard as if they just jogged around the block a few times before stopping to rest. Both their minds were clear of everything that they used to worry about. The nerves in their bodies calmed. And their privates finally cooled down after their sweet release.

"Well I have to tell you," Mr. Carter finally spoke, "you are the only person in my life that could make my morning shine."

Kevin turned to the pervert and smiled. "Glad I can be of service."

The sun rose in the sky and shined down on the beautiful earth waking all those who wanted to experience life. Miss. D came out of her house and walked along the main road. How she loved days like this. The suns shining in the sky brightened up the road and everything it touches. The trees swaying back and forth to the light wind. They were happy, Miss. D could tell. As she walked along the road letting the blood circulate through her veins, she stopped to see a man leaning up on an old wooden fence. A handsome man who stood half naked wearing just blue, denim, pants, light brown belt that held them up and brown alligator shoes.

The man was beautiful enough that he could have all the women if he posed like that on the beach. But he was in the middle of nowhere posing for nobody. If a policeman happen to pass by a catch him, she would have bet her last nickel the young, handsome, man would have been taking in for indecent exposure. It didn't matter what parts were showing or not. Where she lived it was a decent place with decent people. Pretty religious too. If any of those people ever happen to catch this poor young man in this state, they definitely would have complained to someone about it.

Miss. D walked up to the man and stopped when the man caught her coming closer his way.

"Yes," The man spoke with a look that said he was not in the mood, "You need something?"

Miss. D flashed her happy smile she always did when greeting a soon to be friend. "Excuse me young man. I was out and about stretching my legs and getting the circulation flowing through me on this sunny day when I saw you standing out here with hardly anything on."

"So, you going to file a complaint with the citizen committee or something?" The man shot back.

"Oh no, of course not. I just stop by to enjoy the view that's all."

Much as the man enjoyed the compliment, he had to live and eat. He didn't have time to talk too little, old, ladies with toy boy fantasies. "Look lady I'm glad I impressed you but I have work to do, so if you don't mind?"

Miss. D looked around and back at the man. "Well, I don't see your office. Where do you work?"

The man gave her one hard look. "Lady get a clue. Look at me and look around. This is my office."

Miss. D did like he said and looked around. A half-naked man standing on the side of the street waiting. But for what? Suddenly the idea came to mind. "You're a gigolo?"

The man rolled his eyes. "I prefer male service provider."

"Service provider, gigolo, and male whore, what's the difference?" Miss. D pointed out.

The man rolled his eyes again. "Look is there something you need lady? I really need to back to work."

Miss. D flashed a look at the man as if she was still confused. "Why can't you get something simpler? Like being a waiter, working a 9 to 5 job, or how about Wal-Mart? Everybody works at Wal-Mart. You can work inside, when your time is up you can go home, and get a decent paycheck when the time comes. Instead of standing out here all day in the hot sun waiting for some woman to come by so you can satisfy them. Or is that it, you doing this for the women?"

"Yeah that's it," The man said turning his attention to the streets, "I do it for all those poor, unsatisfied women out there. Plus they pay more."

Miss. D has come across a lot of people at their jobs. Wal-Mart, ACE, waiters in Café's, etc. They all greeted her with welcome and kindness. If not because they love their jobs or that was what is expected of them in order to get a decent pay. But this man was giving her attitude she has never experienced before. He really did not like his job.

"Young man, have you eaten breakfast yet?" Miss. D asked.

"Nope, but I won't ever eat if they catch us standing here together." The man retorted.

"Why don't you come home with me and I'll fix you up something nice."

The man turned to her questionably. He really needed the money right now, but his stomach was grumbling. If he was going to work, he could not perform on an empty stomach. He was getting tired of that. He needed the energy. "What do you want in return?"

"Oh nothing just your company," Miss. D responded.

"I appreciate the sentiment lady, but company don't come cheap."

Miss. D flashed a smile that looked weird to the man. "I have money if that's the issue."

Now she was speaking the man's language. "How long do you want me to stay?"

"All night if you prefer?" Miss. D answered with a smirk.

The man looked at her and back on the street. "You sure about that lady. I'm not cheap."

Miss. D chuckled. "Young man, who is these days?"

The man chuckled along with Miss. D. "You are one strange lady you know that?"

Miss. D gave the man a big smile. "Young man if I wasn't strange my life wouldn't be interesting. Now come on before one of your tricks get to you before I do."

The man lazily got off the fence and followed the strange woman. There was always a saying that men were stronger than women. But there are times when women did not need physical strength to out beat a man. A little trickle of poison in his drink or food is all that is needed to take care of a nobody like him. And when he meant nobody, he means once he is gone nobody would even care to look for him. If that was the case he wouldn't have to be working like this in the first place.

"By the way," Miss. D spoke on their way to her house, "My name is Deona D. My friends call me Miss. D. And you are young man?"

"Kevin," Kevin said with a smile, "Kevin Adams."

"Kevin Adams?" Miss. D repeated. "What an Americanized name. Very strong I might add."

"Well thank you Miss. D." Kevin said as he allowed the old woman to wrap her arm around his as if he was the one leading her way home.

Kevin took a good look around Miss. D's house. It was a small, blue painted, woodened house. There were two windows and a brown wooden door in the middle. Something that was suitable for an old lady like Miss. D. Around the house were beautiful decorations of flowers of all kinds. Roses of all colors, yellow tulips, and so on. It was like something that would have been blooming in the spring time. It didn't matter how old the house was. Miss. D's flowers brought out the youth of the place.

"As you can tell, I love flowers," Miss. D said, "I guess creating new life into the world is somewhat a hobby of mine."

"I see," Kevin said amazed at how talented the woman was.

As they made it to the door, Miss. D unlocked the door with her keys and opened it letting Kevin follow behind. The inside of the house had that old couple smell but soon as he entered, his skin that was sweating from the afternoon sun was now feeling the cool breeze of the air conditioner. Usually when he was with a client, he would sit on the passenger side and the two would do whatever that caused sweat and heat. And since the sun is blaring hard, there was more sweat and heat. He was surprised that he didn't catch heat stroke after all these ours of working.

Kevin looked around as he followed Miss. D in. He passed by a doorway with an open space that had a wooden piano on the far wall. On the other side was a long, blue, couch that matched the carpet. Kevin looked on the other side and saw a black, medium size, television on a small wooden dresser. Kevin followed Miss. D into another room where there was a tall, white, refrigerator, next to it was the silver sink, wooden cabinets. In the middle was a small wooden table with two chairs. Kevin figured the poor woman must not get that much company over.

"Please sit down," Miss. D. Kevin did like she asked and sat at the opposite side of the table facing the entrance. "You said you were hungry correct?"

"Yes ma'am," Kevin answered.

"Oh please, call me Miss. D. Ma'am makes me feel old."

"Okay Miss. D."

"Will eggs, smoke sausage, and bacon due?"

"Yes Miss. D." Kevin answered. Just the sound of the words made Kevin's stomach ache in hunger.

After Miss. D fixed the food, she placed the plate in front of Kevin. The strong scent of food filled his nostrils making him pick up his fork and knife and dig in without praying. Kevin looked up at Miss. D sitting across from him resting her head on her right hand. "You are not eating?"

"Oh I had something earlier," Miss. D answered.

Kevin shrugged and dug in.

Miss. D watched as Kevin chowed down on his food. "My, you must have been out there without food for a long time?"

Kevin chuckled. "I was going to eat eventually."

After Kevin was done with his meal, Miss. D took his plate and glass and put it in the sink. "Well, now that is taken care of, I bet you need a nice shower?"

The idea of cleaning the outside off his body sounded like a wonderful idea to him. "I would very much like that."

Miss. D smiled. She went further into down the hall and opened a door taking out a few towels. She then went into the bathroom and placed them on the toilet. She came back to the kitchen and placed a soft, light, hand on Kevin's shoulder. "Everything you need is in the bathroom dear. Take your time."

The feel of Miss. D's hand on his shoulder felt so soft, warm, and somewhat natural. It brought in a strange feeling he never felt before. A slight rise in his pants. But Kevin nudged it off as if it was just a weird reaction to her touch.

Kevin got up from the kitchen table and headed straight to the bathroom where he saw two pink towels of different shape and size on the clean toilet seat. Closing the door behind him, Kevin turned on the shower and waited until it was warm to jump in. He took a shower earlier before he came out but feeling the strong, spray, hit his skin again was always relieving. Washing away the dirt of the outside world was always relaxing.

After he was done, Kevin pulled back the curtains and stepped out using the long, pink, and towel to wipe away the wetness all over his body. He looked into the mirror at himself and deep in his mind he wondered what the hell he was doing? Usually he would end up in a man's car, apartment, or house. But instead he was in a woman's home. An old one at that. Life really was not kind to him.

Kevin looked around and saw his underwear and pants on the floor. Should he put on the same clothes he warn this morning? Kevin opened the door just a crack. "Um, Miss. D. I don't have any other clothes except for the ones I had on earlier!"

"That's alright sweetie," Miss. D yelled back, "you can just come as you are, the wind is not going to hurt ya!"

Did Kevin just hear what he thought he just heard? Miss. D did know he had no other clothing. So what was she expecting for him to come out in?

Kevin sighed and shook his head in disbelief. He looked around and picked up the pink towel he dried himself off with and wrapped around his waist as tight as he could only leaving his upper body exposed. Kevin was not the one to shy away from half nudity. He has revealed his body parts to old, perverted, men all the time and now for the first time he probably was going to expose them again to this crazy, old, hag. No surprise, no fear.

Kevin opened the door wide and walked out barefooted heading into the kitchen. But he saw that Miss. D was not there.

"I'm in here hun." Miss. D called.

Kevin walked into the other room where he caught Miss. D sitting on the old, blue, couch. But was surprised to see her in a different light. The once kind looking, long, old dress, floppy hat wearing, woman was now sitting on her couch wearing a long, purple, silky robe. She was not wearing her big hat that covered her hair and Kevin got a good few of her long, frizzy, blonde hair. When he first saw her, Kevin never really got a good look at her eyes because of the hat she was wearing. But now that the hat was off Kevin got a clear view. They were crystal colored blue. They looked so bright from where he was standing if it was night, Kevin could see them glow in the dark. He had to admit, her eyes were very beautiful.

"Well, well, well," Miss. D said flashing her pure, white, teeth, "I saw your body when it was sweating outside in the sun. But you look even better coming out of the shower. You are shining young man."

Kevin looked down at his half naked body and back at her. He didn't feel the same way since he woke up with this body every morning, but took her word for it. "Thanks."

Miss. D leaned over and patted her hand on the couch beside her. "Come, come. I know you just had a refreshing moment, but once you sit down next to me, you would feel much different."

Kevin did like she asked and sat next to Miss. D. The old hag was right. He did feel more relaxed when he sat down. As if he has been working all day and finally took a break.

"How do you feel?" Miss. D asked.

"Relaxed," Kevin responded.

Miss. D's smile widened. "That's wonderful dear." Miss. D scooted closer to Kevin and placed her soft, warm, hand on his moist and naked thigh.

The feel of her soft, warm, hand on his moist skin sent a strange feeling in his system. Men have touched him plenty of times but usually he has to work up the feeling of arousal. Mostly by touching himself. It entices the client and himself. He thought something was wrong with him, but didn't really pay it no mind since he was living such a shitty life. It's not like he had medical insurance or anything. But when Miss. D finally touched him, something in him changed. He didn't know if it was warm or tickled feeling causing all his nerves to react. But what worried him the most was his penis. It twitched in a way that he never experienced with a woman. Matter of fact, he never have been with a woman ever since he quit school and got the hell out of his parents house. Kevin looked down at Miss. D's chest seeing her open cleavage. The upper cheeks of her white breasts looked pretty youthful for her age. That caused another light rise between Kevin's thighs. His heart was racing, he started to feel heat building up in his mind and body. His sexual organ was about to respond. This was not normal or at least not the way he saw it.

"Is there something wrong dear?" Miss. D asked still staring at Kevin but with a weird smile that looked mischievous.

Kevin swallowed hard. "No, I'm alright."

"Are you sure dear? You look like you are nervous or something. With your line of profession, this should be nothing new to you."

Kevin knew she was right. He has been servicing men ever since he got the hell out of his parent's house. So why did being close to this woman seem so...new?

Miss. D's hand was slowly making its way up under the pink towel Kevin wore so tightly. "You don't mind do you?"

"What?"

"You know. I want to see what the people find so fascinating about you."

"It's not that I assure you." Kevin said feeling his penis grow. He didn't know why he was fighting it. Maybe because he didn't understand what was happening to him?

"Oh I really doubt that," Miss. D said, "question. I know I said you have been servicing women, but that was my assumption. Who do you really please?"

Kevin turned to Miss. D stumped. If he really told her the truth she may retract her advances. He shouldn't have a problem with that. But for some strange reason he didn't want these feelings to stop because it was not something he was use too. Kevin swallowed hard to think of an answer.

"You don't have to think too hard," Miss. D said still smiling that mischievous smile, "do you service men? Are you gay? It's alright you can tell me."

"If I tell you that, you probably stop your advances right now." Kevin shot back.

"Oh, so does that mean you don't want me to stop?" Miss. D pointed out.

Kevin looked down at her hand moving further up under the pink towel. These feelings were alien to him but for some reason he needed to know more.

"What if I make a deal for the both of us?" Miss. D asked.

"What kind of deal?" Kevin asked curiously.

"If you want me to stop right now, I will. But that does not mean you have to leave. You can stay here all night until tomorrow morning and I will pay you for the rest of the night." Kevin nodded. Sounded like a plan. But he knew that Miss. D was not finished. "Or I can continue moving this hand up further to see what all the boys and girls are gawking about. But once I touch it, you are going to have to receive your reward in a different way."

Kevin gave her a questionable look. "What do you mean?"

Miss. D's smile widened. "Once my hand touches your cock, all bets are off. You are going to have to please me the way I want to be pleased. And you have to do a really damn good job. Once you get me off and I mean really get me off, something in this house will happen. Something no other human being can comprehend." Kevin gave her a look wondering what in the world she could make happen that no other man or woman can. "Once this change begins is when you will be really tested. Which means you are going to have to work hard. It may seem pleasurable but it can also be strenuous. A young, strong, man like you it shouldn't be a problem." Now this old hag was really freaking him out. "Here is your biggest challenge. You will come but only after me. And I must climax twice before you release yourself. If you accept my challenge and succeed, you will experience a new richness even more than one of your clients would give you. Even more than money itself."