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But I need the money to pay rent. It's my first year of living on my own out of my parent's house and while they live only an hour away, I still need to make enough money to pay for this place before I decide what to do with myself. At 20, I feel like I have some time before I have to make any decisions and I've been enjoying living in the city. It's not a big city but there are more things to do here.

Unfortunately, my pay check doesn't cover the cost of a car so I use my bike to travel. I've had this bike since I was 14. It's a little rusty but it still works.

On this day I'm riding down one of the side streets that works as a short cut for me. Suddenly, my bike ceases up sending me flying onto the pavement. I quickly jump up to show to anyone who happened to see me that it's nothing but also to show to myself that it wasn't a bad fall.

Just a few scrapes on my hands and knees. Nothing hurting too much. Nothing broken...except my bike. I stand up my bike and see that the chain has come off and a bolt has fallen out of my back wheel. I knew it was loose but I didn't think it would actually come out. As a result, the back wheel could no longer rotate.

It was still another 3 miles from home. I could carry my bike on my shoulder the whole way or just leave it here and maybe come back and get it later. It was a piece of junk but it was fixable.

As I was about to leave, a guy comes out from the house I had had the accident in front of.

"Howdy!" he calls. "Having bike troubles?"

"Yeah. Don't think I'll be getting this thing home today." I answer back.

The man seemed friendly. Had a natural smile and was soft spoken. He looked to be about in his late 50s with thinning whitening hair.

"If you want to bring it up here, I can take a look at it. I have a bunch of tools downstairs that might do the trick."

I think about it. May as well. If I'm lucky, I'll be riding this thing home in a few minutes.

He motions for me to follow him as we walk around the side of the house to the back yard.

"I'm Hal." he says.

"Liam," I reply.

"Nice to meet you. Did you have an accident just now?"

"Not really. Just an old bike."

We get to the back yard where there's a set of steps leading down to door in the basement.

"You can bring it in here if you'd like. It should fit through the door."

I pick up the bike and carry it down the 4 or 5 steps and through the door into the basement.

The basement was dark with little outside lighting as Hal flicked a lightswitch causing 3 sets of lights to come on. It was also much cooler in here than outside which was refreshing, even if the air was stale and musty. It was a rather large basement too, with 8 foot tall ceilings and lots of shelves and boxes full of stuff. As far as concrete basements go, it was well organized.

I had been sweating and could now feel my wet t-shirt against my back and chest.

"Hot day out there, eh?" Hal said, noticing my drenched shirt.

"Yeah. Hottest of the summer so far, I bet."

"I was just upstairs reading with the fan on me. I don't have air conditioning so it's all I have to work with." he said. Hal had been wearing a long-sleeve button-up shirt and a pair of dark grey slacks. I would bet he was warm.

He took my bike and placed it up on the wooden work table. He quickly had the back wheel taken off and was removing the chain.

"I might have an extra screw I could use for this. It might be in one of those boxes on that shelf if you want to get it down for me." Hal points to one of the small boxes on a higher shelf just behind me.

I reach up and try to grasp the box. Being 5 foot 7 inches tall has few perks. This would be one of the times it hasn't worked to my advantage.

"It is a bit high, isn't it?" Hal smiles, realizing I'm unable to reach it fully.

He brings me over a step ladder to use.

"You're better off reaching it than I am." he says. "I've had a sore back lately and the box is a little heavy."

I step up onto the top step and reach for the box. Standing directly behind me, Hal places his hands on my waist as I pull down the box. My shirt had lifted a bit as my arms were reaching so his hands were directly on my skin just above my shorts. I feel a sudden shiver travel through me at the touch of his hand that continues as he holds his hand to my side until I'm safely on the floor.

"Wouldn't want you to fall," he chuckles.

"Yeah," I laugh nervously. "Already has enough of that today."

I carry the box to the table and lay it down, wiping my forehead with the sleeve of my t-shirt as Hal glances as me.

"If you'd like, I can put your shirt in the clothes dryer for a few minutes to dry it out."

I'm not really ashamed of my body but for a 20-year-old, I have a pretty thin chest. My friends call me twinky, which I'm okay with as it gets me a lot of attention on the gay websites I'm apart of, but when around manly men, I feel like less of a man. But Hal seems like a shy guy himself and hardly the type to judge. Plus, this shirt is uncomfortable so I accept the offer.

"Sure, thanks. If it's no problem."

"Not at all. Here, let me help you." Hal steps over to me and grabs the bottom of my shirt. On instinct, I lift my arms as Hal pulls the shirt up over me and off. He then takes it upstairs and I hear him open and shut the dryer door and then turn it on.

It feels strange to be standing in the basement of this stranger's house wearing only shorts but it won't be for too much longer.

Hal returns downstairs with a glass of water.

"Thought you might be thirsty." he says.

"Thanks!" I take a few big gulps. "That's great!"

Hal goes back to working on the bike when he realizes we got the wrong box. I go back over to the step ladder and step onto it again.

"I think it's the one next to it." he says as he places his hands on my side again. This time, one of his hands is on my back as I go to hoist the box off of the shelf and moves to cup one of my ass cheeks as I bend slightly.

"Let me look in it first," he says. "That way we can make sure before you carry it over that it's the right one."

I hold the box out and he rustles through it. "I'm sorry. It must be that last one there."

I lift the box back and put it on the shelf when Hal comes around to stand almost in front of me, his face almost directly in front of my crotch as he is looking up at me putting the box back and reaching for the other one.

I hear him inhale heavily and suddenly feel embarrassed. I've been sweaty and I'm sure my crotch is steaming from being sweaty. Yet, I begin to feel a little turned on.

Hal's hands reach again to support me, this time both on my bare sides as his face is faced right into my stirring crotch, just inches away.

I carry the box down the step ladder and over to the table, Hal's hand on my lower back the whole time.

"You're strong for a small guy." he says, and he looks into the box. "That's the one."

I stand right by the working table to hide my growing erection until it hopefully goes away as Hal works on my bike.

He steps over by me to make a quick adjustment of the front wheel.

"So I see you're pleased your bike is almost ready." he winks at me.

"Sorry?" I say, embarrassed - knowing what he's talking about.

"Oh don't pretend I can't see that bulge." he looks at me with a smirk.

"Oh, that." I laugh it off. "This happens when I'm half naked in front of strangers."

Hal smiles and puts down the wrench. "If you'd like, I can lend you a hand for that too. It's been a few years since I've gotten to touch another male."

My hardon stiffens hearing that as I look at him wide-eyed. Within a second, Hal is standing in front of me with his hands on my lower back, moving slowly underneath my shorts and briefs.

Standing in front of each other, Hal is slightly taller than me as he lightly kisses my forehead. His hands are each cupping one cheek as he begins to move them to the side to slowly bring my shorts and briefs down.

I don't resist. It's been about a year since my last experience to. Granted, that was with a boy my own age but I've never been one to turn down something new - even if the guy was triple my age.

My shorts fell to my ankles as I now stood buck naked in the musty basement of this older gentleman's basement. Hal took a step back to admire by twinky nearly hairless body.

His eyes paused for a moment on my throbbing dick, 5 and a half inches, cut with a mushroom head and blonde-coloured bush that I hadn't trimmed in months.

Hal reaches over and wraps his hand around my dick, lightly tugging it as I let out a soft moan. His other hand goes on my back as he begins to lightly rub it up and down, drawing me closer to him. He's still in his slacks and shirt but he doesn't seem to mind as he bends down and kisses my chest, paying extra attention to my nipples.

Remembering his earlier comment about his back, I make my way over to the step ladder where I step onto it, my cock bouncing with each step I make, until I'm like a trophy.

A cute, buck naked blonde, twinky trophy in the musty basement of this nearly-60 year old man.

He comes over and opens his mouth, moving his tongue over my purple cock head, licking the small amount of pre-cum that has formed on it. Then he cups both of my ass cheeks and pushed me into his mouth. Deeper and deeper until his nose is buried in my blonde bush.

After several minutes I feel myself getting close as Hal's mouth has moistened my dick and balls to a slippery finish. I pull out of his mouth, step off of the ladder and go over to the wooden work table where I take my bike off and hop onto it, lying back on the rough surface with my dick standing straight up.

Hal winks a 'good idea' as he comes over but instead of going back to his post, he climbs onto the table and kneels over me with his bulge in front of my face. I reach up and start rubbing it as he undoes his belt and top button, allowing me to pull down his zipper and reach into his underwear to pull out the rod from within.

Hal's dick is easily 8 inches as it hovers over my face. His balls droop low with minimal pubic hair. I begin to lick his thin yet long member as he reaches back and fingers my taint, rubbing between the top of my hole to my balls, sending shivers throughout my body.

Hal grabs his cock and slaps my face with it. I open my mouth and he puts it in - pushing it until it hits the back of my throat.

"Your mouth is nice and warm." he says, moaning. "And your little dick is nice and smooth too."

I feel embarrassed that my dick is so much smaller than his. It means he's in charge.

Hal is jerking his dick at the base as my lips and tongue service the tip.

After a few minutes of this, Hal has positioned himself hovering over me supporting his body with his hands and knees, thrusting his midsection into my face, balls knocking against my chin.

Suddenly his body spasms as I feel a warm load shoot down my throat. Hal quickly pulls out of my mouth as another load lands on my lips and chin and a third load on my chest.

"Mmmm." he says. "That felt so good." His hand grazing my still erect dick. "We can't let this go to waste." He rubs his hand into the cum on my chest and uses it to lube my dick as he starts pumping.

"Oooh." I moan louder than I expected.

"You like that?" Hal asks.

"Yes!" I answer.

Hal pumps faster and faster, reach one bringing me closer and closer.

Then it comes.

"FUCK!" I shout as my body quivers and cum flies onto my chest, onto Hal's shirt and onto the work table.

I'm trying to catch my breath as Hal gets off the table, tucks his softening dick into his pants and buckles his belt again. He eyes my naked body up and down.

"Job well done." he says as he rubs his hand on my chest into the cum I've added to the load he left behind. "Feel free to lie here for a while until you feel you're ready to go. I certainly' don't mind the eye candy."

"Thank you." I say - genuinely, relaxing as I feel the cum drying to my skin.

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