graybeards: They taught us to be fearless and persistent. Most people either ignored us or fled at t
graybeards: They taught us to be fearless and persistent. Most people either ignored us or fled at the sight of our clipboards, but occasionally I’d get a bite. “Excuse me, sir. Do you have a minute to talk about–”“No.” He didn’t evade me. He looked me in the eye and just kept walking, his shiny black shoes making a thud with every heavy step.I boldly stepped into his path, refusing to flinch as he nearly barreled right into me, and continued, “–gay rights? Just sixty seconds.” He came to a stop less than an inch from me, and I found myself looking up at him from eye-level with his mouth as it curled into a snarl.He looked about ready to push me into traffic, but I just held the line, smiling as if nothing was wrong. Never give up.“Gay rights?” The man repeated back to me sharply. I braced myself. It was risky stopping men in suits. This wouldn’t be the first time I’d been called a ‘faggot’. But he just paused and looked down at me for a moment. “Interesting.”I sighed in relief, and picked back up, “Are you familiar with the Human Rights Campaign?”“Not really.”“Well, we’re doing a lot–”“You’re gay?”I stumbled over a few more words before I replied, “Yes, I am, and that’s one reason I’m out here talking to–”“Listen,” he growled as he grabbed the clipboard and pen out of my hand, “I’d love to hear all about it. Come to this room at the W on 15th at four o’clock.” He shoved them back into my hands and stepped around me, clasping my shoulder as he leaned in to whisper, “Don’t be late.”I was speechless, and I just stared down at the room number he’d left me with.—–Glancing at my watch, 4:00 pm exactly, I shifted from foot to foot with my clipboard in hand. I took a deep breath and stared at the hotel room door. I knocked so lightly I could barely hear it myself, but I heard those heavy steps again.When the door opened, the man from the street was standing there, but in notably less clothing. His broad shoulders and burly chest were covered in a forest of thick, brown hair that trailed down to his firm beer belly. The only piece of clothing on him was a pair of white briefs with a bulge bigger than my fist in them.He reached out and put a hand on my shoulder again, prodding me forward as he said, “Come on in, buddy.” “I don’t know if I should,” I started to protest but I was still stepping inside as he closed the door behind me.“Of course you should,” he cooed as he brought his hand down my back to cup my ass. “How old are you?” He asked as he crossed his arms and ran his eyes over my body.“Uhh, twenty-one,” I replied.He chuckled and reached down to adjust his growing bulge. “Huh?” I inquired.He grinned. “It’s just funny. My son’s the same age, but you look more like his girlfriend.” My face reddened and I shifted uncomfortably as I stared down at my clipboard. I started to try to change the topic, but he interjected first, “Ever dress up like a girl?”“A few times,” I admitted. “For drag shows.”“That would be a sight.” His lips parted lustfully and he growled, “Take your clothes off.”“I should go,” I protested and started toward the door.He grabbed me, one hand on my shoulder and the other sliding down the back of my pants and squeezing my firm ass. The man growled and run his rough finger along my crack, sending chills up my spine that rendered me helpless in his grasp. “You should do as you’re told,” he whispered as my clipboard hit the floor.He spun me around and pinned me against the wall with his burly chest, leaning down to plant his lips over mine. His tongue was strong, shoving its way inside my mouth and driving deep into me. He grabbed one of my limp hands by the wrist and placed it on his flexing bulge. I couldn’t help but grasp the mighty organ straining against his briefs. He pulled away from the kiss and exhaled hot, heavy air over my face as he said, “Never thought kissing a guy could be hot, but damn.” The man pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw it across the room before he leaned down to unbutton my shorts and push them down my thin thighs. He looked back up at me with a grin and observed, “Girly underwear.”“They’re just briefs,” I protested.He rose back up and pinned his furry chest against my small smooth body. “They’re pink,” he remarked, laughing. “I haven’t a lot of men wearing pink underwear in the locker room.” My face was red again, but he grasped my cheek with one of his strong hands and said, “Don’t worry. I like them, cutie.”I smiled, not quite sure why I was, and he kissed me again as he ran his hands all over my exposed body. He didn’t have to put my hand on his cock this time; I felt sticky precum covering my fingers as I ran them over his bulge. He pulled back again and asked, “Do you want to blow me, boy?”I nodded, wordlessly and thoughtlessly.“Say it,” he ordered with a devious grin.“I want to blow you, sir,” I said in a robotic voice.He stepped back and planted his hands on his hips as I slumped to my knees at his feet. “Beg to service daddy’s huge dick, boy,” he prodded happily.I loosened up a little, replying, “Please let me worship your cock, sir.” I continued, “I need the taste of a man.”He looked pleased. “I bet you do. Don’t worry, boy. I’ve got enough cock for both of us.” He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his white briefs and peeled them down over his over-sized bulge, stepping out of them as I found myself face-to-face with his swinging, floppy manhood and two low-hanging balls the size of lemons.I was shocked, even after having it in my hand, by his size. He interrupted my reverie by challenging me, “Get the whole thing down your throat and I’ll sign up for a monthly donation on your little clipboard.”He watched intently as I fearlessly stretched my jaw to get my lips around him, talking to himself more than me when he said, “The wife won’t mind. She loves the gays, and I think you’ve got me starting to come around too.” He moaned and thrusted his hips forward to force more of his massive cock into my mouth. I wouldn’t give up. They taught us to do anything to get that donation. -- source link