Out of the corner of my eye I noticed him, the bright gold and white arrow of the sign he spun advertising something I couldn't quite make out as he was spinning it at top speed. That weekend, I was finishing shopping and was in a nearby parking lot and the young man was only about ten feet away so I could get a good look at him without worrying about blocking any cars. His sign paused in mid-twirl as he turned a bit to adjust something at his hip and I saw that the sign advertised a new, rather fundamental Christian church that had opened near where I lived. I'd seen many of these twirling advertisements on the street corners, but never had I seen the twirler and the sign so mismatched!

The young man was in his early twenties or just about twenty and obviously kept himself fit by doing something other than sign twirling, if the tight white t-shirt and cut off jean shorts were any indication. The arms and legs that were visible were well-muscled as was the chest and back under the fabric of the t-shirt, his pecs pushing his hard nipples against that fabric as it molded to their contours. His hair was thick, dark, long and unruly, and lay lank around his head like hanks of rope partly from sweating in the heat of the day as well as from his exertions. His feet were in an old pair of sneakers, no apparent socks, with the ankle rising smoothly up to his muscled calf, knee and even more muscled thigh before disappearing into the hem of his short cutoffs.

At his hip was one of those small iPod things, this one in baby blue and the movement of his arms and back was a delight to behold as I watched him adjust it again, then go back to twirling the sign in a whirring blur, totally bored with the whole thing. As I said, it was hot and getting hotter and after about ten minutes (sipping on a bottle of what had to be nearly boiling water) he set the sign down, took off the ear buds that had been hidden by his hair and then, without much ado, peeled off his t-shirt to reveal a very sexy torso!

This young man had a small tribal band tattooed around his upper left bicep and was tanned and baby smooth from neck to navel. It looked as if a little happy trail went down from his navel into the waistband of his shorts, but I couldn't quite tell. He grabbed his sign again and spun it for another twenty minutes or so and then abruptly stopped, grabbed his things and then turned towards where I sat in my car. Since there were other cars near me, I just figured that he'd be getting into one and drive off but he surprised me by walking up to my window and grinning at me!

"Liked the show, did you?" he said, his voice low pitched and smooth like velvet. Without waiting for my response he stretched and gave me another great eyeful of his muscular torso (confirming that happy trail) and then grinned at me. "I need a ride if you don't mind." I nodded and he walked around to the other side of my car, stuck his stuff in the back seat and then hopped into the passenger side.

He turned towards me. "My name is Samuel." I introduced myself and he smiled, "Mike, that's short for Michael, right?" I nodded and he smiled even wider. "Just like the angel. Well, well." He gave me directions to his place and we took off, arriving at his place perhaps twenty minutes later.

"Come on in, you look like you could use a beer," he said as he got out of the car and gathered his stuff from the back seat. "I sure could use one from standing there all morning and I want to thank you for the ride as well."

"Thanks, Samuel." He grinned and asked me to call him Sam, since he didn't like the name Samuel as much. He unlocked his apartment door and motioned for me to enter, then he walked in himself, locking the door behind him and then, kicked off his shoes and dropped his shorts right there, leaving him stark naked before me!

Unconcerned about his nudity, he scratched in the luxurious pubic hair just above his thick and uncut cock and then walked to the kitchen to get us some beer. He returned a few minutes later with two frosty cans, handed me one and then made my day by sitting down beside me on the loveseat (the only furniture besides a scarred coffee table in front of it). There wasn't a lot of room on that loveseat and as he sprawled out a bit his bare leg would touch mine occasionally. He opened his beer and took a long swallow. "Oh, fuck, that tastes soooo good." Sam rubbed the can against his face and then slowly drew the can over his pecs and abs and then settled the can between his legs, pressing the cold can against his heavy balls and cock. "Fuck that feels even better!"

Naturally my eyes went right to his crotch, watching the cold beer can press against his heavy equipment and track his hand as it rubbed the can over his balls and cock. I noted that, while the can was icy cold, Sam's cock was thickening up and rising from his crotch. He chuckled and this drew my gaze back to his face, a big grin telling me that he was quite aware of what was going on. "I knew that you liked guys," he said as he returned the can to his mouth and took a long swallow. "You stared at me so long while I twirled that fucking sign that I knew it wasn't because you were reading it." He laughed, took another long swallow and continued, "I knew for sure when I took off my shirt and felt your eyes on my chest that we'd get along just fine."

He turned slightly in the seat, putting up one foot on the seat which made his crotch open up to my view. Peeping out from under his heavy ball sack was his little pink pucker, squeezing and releasing delightfully inside the hairy expanse of his perineum. Sam's thick, dark body hair seemed to be confined to under his arms, just above and around his cock and balls, and between his asscheeks. He was smooth everywhere else except for a little bit of paler sun bleached hair on his forearms and legs. From the obvious tan lines I could see that Sam was in the sun a lot. From the fact that it was only inches away from me, I could see that his cock was uncut as it slowly peeped out from its hood under my heated gaze.

With an exasperated sound Sam grabbed my nearest hand and planted it on his cock, pushing my palm against the thickened rod and said, "Man you sure spend a lot of time looking when it would be obvious to a blind man that I'm willing and quite ready for you." I just kept my mouth shut and let him move my hand over his body until he let go of me. "What is it that's bothering you?"

"Sam, just how old are you?"

Sam gave me an incredulous look before breaking into deep laughter. "Oh, man, are you telling me you think I'm chicken?" This sent him into gales of whooping laughter for a good five minutes, got up and left the room, still laughing, and then returned with his wallet. "Check that out and then let your hands do their walking..." I looked at his driver's license and saw that as of three days earlier, Sam was twenty one. I nodded, set the wallet down on the table beside me and then reached out for some healthy, muscled boy flesh.

It wasn't long before both of us were on Sam's bed getting handfuls of muscled flesh and mauling it like bread dough. I discovered Sam liked getting it a bit rough and surprised him by flipping him over my knee and giving him some well-deserved spanks. His cock, hard and uncovered, answered for him with gouts of precum that soaked my leg and made him moan in pleasure. When his butt was light red from the spanking I flipped him around again to assume the normalized fucking position. Securing his ankles on my shoulders and preparing both of us with lubricant and rubbers, I pressed into his hairy crack and entered him in one smooth long entry.

The warmth from his reddened asscheeks against my crotch as I pushed into him was delightful and I made a mental note to continue with this young man if he was willing. Every indication showed me he liked my slender nine inches inside him and that the spanking was just spiced it up. Nipple twisting seemed to also turn him on and I could feel his internal flinching with delight as the pain from his hard nipples being compressed and turned against their grain radiated to his brain. His cock stayed rock hard and oozing throughout the entire fuck and it was only when I bent forward and lightly bit his earlobe that he yelled and his insides contracted around my intruder tightly before the throb of his orgasm wave triggered mine.

A stream of obscenities flowed in his deep voice from his mouth as we came together, his breath hoarse and ragged from the intense fucking he'd just received. As I'd had a fuck buddy earlier in my life that was the same, I paid no attention to what was coming out of his mouth and by the expedient method of covering it with mine silenced him sufficiently. When the throb of our orgasms had ebbed and I felt him quiet below me, I lowered my full weight onto his muscled torso and we relaxed together, my cock softening within its rubber prison inside him to the point that it slipped out and his cock returning to its protected haven within its hood between our bodies.

I think we actually slept in the heat for a good half hour, his body against mine and our breathing in tandem and calming both of us into sleep. I woke first when an itch at my crotch told me that his cum had dried and was now sticking us together. As I moved to the side to free myself, the pulling at his crotch and happy trail hair woke him up, and he gave me a lazy, very satisfied grin before he slowly stretched every pretty muscle on his body and then sat up.

"Fuck, I'm hungry," he said as he got up and padded out of the bedroom. I waited a few minutes before heading out to see what he was doing and found him on the phone to a pizza place, ordering a large everything pizza with extra sauce, cheese and meat. When he hung up, Sam turned towards me and said, "This place is kinda slow, but really good, so we have time for a shower before it gets here." I nodded and we headed to the bathroom, 'conserving' water by showering together.

We got very interested in each other and I was about to give my new friend a second good fuck when the pizza arrived. "Whoops hold that thought," giggled Sam as he hopped out of the shower and, wrapping a towel around his waist took care of paying the pizza boy before returning to the bathroom and stepping back into the shower. "I believe you had something for me?" he said as he turned around and bent forward...

...the rest of that weekend was spent almost consistently 'inside' Sam, his love of rough sex and my nine inches making him voracious for it and every time I sat down he was almost always in my lap. It was a good thing I had the stamina to do it and he seemed to never run out of juice either. He laughed as I pulled out the last rubber in the box beside the bed and magically whipped out an 'economy' pack from another drawer, saying he was always prepared. I think at that point I truly believed him. The only jarring moment was late Sunday afternoon when we were interrupted in mid-stroke by the phone.

Sam answered it in the living room and the discussion grew heatedly before I heard him slam the receiver down and come back into the bedroom, his cock so soft and his angry face showing a bit more vulnerability than I'd seen before. "That was my dad," he said, getting back into bed but curling up beside me rather than seeking more sex. "He's the new minister at that church you saw on the sign."

"You're a preacher's son then?"

Sam laughed a little and then replied, "Yeah, and the only son too, as Mom's already left him." It turned out that his mother Evangeline had grown tired of the old hypocrite and packed up her bags one Sunday morning while he and Sam were at church. "He had a string of female followers, because he's handsome, I guess, at least I'm told I resemble him a lot." He paused a bit, then continued, "He didn't seem to understand how much of a hypocrite he was, preaching godliness and cleanliness while fornicating and practicing adultery right after church. The big bomb dropped a year ago when I discovered I was gay." He sighed and cuddled up against me. "I had to wait to do anything until I turned twenty one, for he threatened me with parochial school if I didn't straighten up." Sam laughed at the thought of him 'straightening up.' "The body you have enjoyed for the last 48 hours I've worked on since that time and the sign twirling gig you saw was my dad's idea, not mine." It turned out that he was done doing it as well as being disowned by his dad; however, being a legal adult now he was on his way.

"I do have to move out of this apartment by the end of the month as dad wants it back. He doesn't want to pay for an abomination to live in it anymore." I looked around at the few sticks of furniture and other things Sam owned and made a decision.

"If you don't find me too disgusting," I said which got me a laugh and a nice kiss, "how about moving in with me? I have plenty of room and you don't seem to have much here anyway." Finding out that other than his clothing and the iPod, everything else stayed with the apartment made it even better. Sam wasted no time in packing his clothing into a large duffel bag and a smaller backpack and, taking the food and beer with us (which was actually all he had anyway); we drove to my place and settled in.

Sam got himself a couple of part time jobs and returned to college, 'paying' for his keep at my place by keeping it clean and picked up as well as full service from his excellent body (which he claimed was 'on the house). I had to laugh when, at that same parking lot about a month later I saw him, wearing the same t-shirt and shorts, the iPod at his hip and twirling a sign as he did when I met him. The difference this time was that he was my young lover and when his shift was over, he'd had the sign to another good looking young gay man. The sign? Well it finally matched him as well, for instead of advertising a fundamental church it advertised a leather and toy shop in the gay district...