We walked for a bit to my place, a stock-loading area that afforded privacy for my transactions, and I was thinking that this wouldn't be a bad deal. He was clean, and I would've bet a week's pay that he had a fucking gorgeous cock.

//He has the same color hair as Savage. So shiny and soft-looking...God, I promise I'll be good tomorrow if I can just have my dream for one night.//

So there we were, kind of swaying in the breeze, and I realized that he must've been more nervous than I'd thought. He looked really uncomfortable. I could fix that, easy, maybe even pretend for a while that I meant a little more to him than a corner whore.

"It's all right, babe. I won't bite," I murmured. I leaned against the wall in my best alluring pose, and I swear I could almost hear his heartbeat shoot up.

He wanted me bad, I could tell, but he was trying to stop it. //He wants to,
so why won't he?//

Finally, he closed some of the distance between us and spoke. "Listen, I just wanted to..."

I couldn't take it any more. He was too beautiful, and I wanted one night where I could make believe that someone like this could want me as a person, not as an object. I grabbed his head and plastered my mouth to his. He wasn't responding, but I didn't care, I just put one hand behind his neck and slid the other down to his fly. When he opened his mouth, I shoved my tongue into it before he could say something and ruin my fantasy.

Finally, *finally* he quit fighting himself and started kissing me back.

//Oh, heaven.//

The tension melted out of him, sending him flowing into me, his arms going around my waist. I turned us around and pushed him against the wall, stroking his cock through his pants. His moan of pleasure was so sexy it made me dizzy.

//I want more. I *need* more.//
"How do you want it?" I whispered, out of breath. "Rough? Or gentle?" I started kissing his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat. Delicious.

After a minute, I realized he hadn't said anything, so I pulled back to look at him. And damn near forgot what I was doing when I looked in those green, green eyes. He was panting, eyes unfocused, looking so unsure I wanted to bundle him up and protect him from the world.

Then it occured to me.

"This is your first time, isn't it." //Of course it is, stupid.// I mentally kicked myself for stating the obvious like a simpleton.

Still, he nodded slightly, shyly. My fantasy was getting better by the minute. This treasure was mine and only mine. I would be his first male lover.

"Well, then, I probably know what you want better than you do. Want to leave it up to me?" Of course he would, and I would make sure he had nothing to regret. He nodded again.

//I have to make it perfect for him.//

I kissed him and pulled his shirt out of his pants, one hand still over his fly. He pulled his mouth away from mine like he had something important to say, but all that came out was a disoriented, "What's your name?" I stopped and looked at him, curious.

Most customers don't even care enough to ask. Maybe...maybe he *was* the guy from my fantasy, my gift for just one night.

//Oh, thank you, God...//

I let out a breath and went back to trying to get his pants off. "Darren." A hungry kiss. "And you are?"

He was confused for a moment, trying to remember. It was cute.

"Daniel," he finally said.

"Daniel." I said it as I undid the last button on his jeans. I slipped a hand inside to touch him, loving his little gasp. "Well, Daniel...it's a pleasure."

He just groaned.

//A pleasure, indeed.//