DJ
DJ
Hair type: Brown
Ethinicity: North American
Cock Type: Cut
Set Type: Pictures
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Pictures: 72 | Added: 01-15-2001
I don’t like going to formal dinners. I’d much rather be looking at a hot boy in one of Washington’s gay bars.
But no one turns down an invitation to a presidential inauguration dinner.
Even though I’d been a Gore man, I guess I got on the list because Bush said he wanted to “reach out the hand of friendship” to Democrats.
That was odd for me. Whenever a man offers to stretch out his hand, I prefer to think that it’s going to end up at a point just below the belt.
Anyway, the invitation meant I needed to get my dinner jacket into the cleaners as quickly as possible. It was still, I remembered, showing a few stains left after I’d walked home across the park after an evening out.
And by stains, I don’t mean mud.
On the day before the dinner I arrived at the cleaners ready to pick up the DJ. As I went in through the door, a bell rang but no one appeared behind the counter to deal with me.
I called out but there was still no response. So after a few minutes I crossed to the other side of the counter and pushed open a door which I guessed led to the room with all the cleaning machines.
What with three big revolving drums full of clothes, the noise there was so great that I could understand why no one had heard me come into the store.
And the incredible din also explained why the boy sitting on a stool in the corner, with one hand pressing a pair of undershorts to his face and the other grasping an impressive looking dick sticking right out of his pants, hadn’t heard me even yet.
At that point, though, he momentarily took the shorts from his face and caught sight of me. Immediately he blushed the brightest red I’d seen since my mom caught me jerking off to Spermy sailors hit the deck in my final high school year. At the same time he tossed the underwear - which, I noticed, had not yet been cleaned - aside, stuffed his stiff dick back into his pants and tried to do his best to zip up without drawing attention to the fact.
He was wasting his time.
Here was an opportunity I wasn’t going to miss.
He crossed the dingy workroom towards me.
At that point, though, he momentarily took the shorts from his face and caught sight of me. Immediately he blushed the brightest red I’d seen since my mom caught me jerking off to Spermy sailors hit the deck in my final high school year. At the same time he tossed the underwear - which, I noticed, had not yet been cleaned - aside, stuffed his stiff dick back into his pants and tried to do his best to zip up without drawing attention to the fact.
He was wasting his time.
Here was an opportunity I wasn’t going to miss.
He crossed the dingy workroom towards me.
“Excuse me, sir. You’re not allowed back here. Would you go back into the store, please?” I smiled. “I was looking for the manager”, I replied. “I want him to know what’s going on. Not only is the cash left unguarded in the store, but his staff get up to some very odd activities in the back room.” The boy’s cute blush immediately returned and he looked like he was going to cry. “But I’m not a hard guy”, I added, even though that was certainly not literally true at that moment. “I’m sure we can reach an agreement.” “Sure”, he replied eagerly, his face lighting up again. “I’ll give you your cleaning for free - like, you can have a lifetime pass.” Well, shut in most respects, anyway. He sat back on the stool and pulled up his shirt. I was going to enjoy this show. This boy was so naïve that I think he thought that just showing his chest was going to be enough. I gestured that he should take off his pants. Once we were down to his boxers, I think he realised that there was no turning back. It didn’t take too much further prompting from me to get him to pull out his dick and start playing with it. And within just a minute or so he’d got it back as hard as when I’d first caught sight of it. This was one hot boy and I was having the best time I’d had for weeks. It was great to be in a position of such power. OK, I’ve had my share of hustlers whenever I’ve wanted them, but this was different. In reality, a hustler has you in his power because you’re so desperate to have him. But this boy, at least for the time being, was entirely mine. I could cost him his job just like that. And he knew it. I could see that, after what had gone on before my unexpected arrival, the boy was getting near to blowing a load. His breath was getting shorter, he was jerking himself spasmodically in short bursts and his eyes were screwed up tight. It could only be a matter of moments. “Stop”, I ordered. “Move over to that couch next to the racks of clothes. If I’m expected to forget what I saw earlier today, then you’re going to have to give me a good view.” The boy got quickly off the stool and moved across the room, his stiff red dick pointing the way ahead for him. He lay back on the couch, gripped his dick again and within seconds appeared to be on the verge of cumming. That’s the bit that really turns me on, when the creamy white cum drizzles all over a boy’s belly. I got in reaI close. With a sharp cry that almost carried over the noise of those damn machines, the kid shot enormous spurts of goo in all directions, over his chest, over the couch, onto the floor and way up over his head too. I’d never seen so much cum in a single shoot. I was on cloud nine. And I was still smiling to myself later that night at the presidential inauguration dinner. That was right up to the time when I was taken aside and told that our new President was none too impressed with the enormous white stain which he - and everyone else - could hardly miss on the back of my newly-cleaned DJ.
It only took a few minutes to make clear that free cleaning wasn’t too hot an incentive. I could probably have bought the whole damn shop with a week’s spare change. But there were other things he could do for me that would keep my mouth shut.
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