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I would see him every morning on my way to the metro. His name was Jake, so his little cardboard sign read, and "any help would be much appreciated". He was tall, dark, but far from handsome. He looked like your typical homeless guy. He was dirty, smelly, hair everywhere and wearing the dustiest ragged clothes, that definitely could use a pressure washing, or better yet a burning; but I felt bad for the guy. He was sweet enough, unlike most of the hyper aggressive homeless you see badgering people on the street for spare change. He was nice, always with a kind word and a smile. He just seemed to be one of those people who were a bit down on their luck and was just in need of a little help. I had no problem doing what I could, especially for someone like him. I would give him few bucks here and there, or from time to time some leftovers from the diner next to the metro station. He really was a nice guy. I just wish that I could've done a little more to help, but you know how things are. Well this brings me to one night last fall. My boss had kept me in the office pretty late finishing up our quarterly reports. It was nearly midnight;and I had just barely made it in time to catch the last train before the metro station closed for the night. When I got off the train at my stop it was pretty cold out. I turned up the collar on my jacket to shield my face a little from the whipping wind, but it wasn't much help. So I just gritted my teeth and held my head down to prepare myself for the short walk to my apartment. I was barely steps out of the station, when I was tackled to the ground. "Give me all your shit." my attacker yelled. I was being mugged. He held me down on the cold ground, and put a knife to my neck. I was terrified, beyond scared. I didn't want to die, but I saw it coming. And as my life started flashing before my eyes, I suddenly feel my mugger being pulled off of me. I was relieved. I wasted no time getting up from the ground and running like hell. I didn't know what had happened to the mugger. All I knew was that he was away from me now and I was safe. I was saved. I wondered who it was that saved me. Was it a cop, a security guard, a vigilante, a concerned citizen. Whoever it was, was definitely my hero and I owed them my life.

As I ran the curiosity of who my hero was suddenly caused me to look back; and what I saw was both shocking and amazing. It was Jake and he was beating the hell out of the mugger. He was throwing the guy around like a little rag doll. I stopped running and looked on as Jake pummeled the guy to the ground. It was so amazing, so cool. It was like something out of an action movie. But then things got a little less cool and my fear came back to me. But this time not for myself but for the mugger. Out of nowhere Jake picks up the knife. The mugger had since dropped it during his beating. Jake walked over to the mugger, who was laying flat on the ground, and pointed the knife at him. I thought for sure I was about to witness a murder. I yelled out, "No Jake no." Then I stupidly ran back towards the fight. Jake took his focus off the mugger for just a second and looked over at me. The distraction gave the mugger just enough of a chance to get away and run off in the opposite direction.

Now that the mugger was gone Jake just stood there, with the knife in his hand, his eyes locked dead on me. "Jake he's gone. Drop the knife." I said in a calm voice.

Breaking his gaze with me he simply says, like an innocent little kid,"Ok" and drops the knife. And just as calmly he walks back over and takes his usual spot on the cold ground in front of the station.

After a minute, I walked over and took a seat next to him on the ground. His scent was strong and it cut through the cold night air and wafted up into my nostrils. It was a very strong mixture of liquor, urine, and at least months, if not years worth of body odor. I could barely take it, but I was so appreciative for him saving me that I stuck it out. "Hey Jake. Thanks for what you did back there." I said to my homeless hero. "You're a hero you know that. I owe you."

"No, you don't. I just did what I could. You're a nice guy, you didn't deserve to be attacked like that." Jake said to me. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill, my last, and shoved it in my hero's hand. But he gave it back. "I can't take that." he said.

"But you deserve it. You saved my life." I said to Jake, but he still wouldn't take it. I knew I owed him way more than that little 20 could ever have repaid. "Well at least come back to my place for some coffee or something. I only live down the street. Its the least I can do. I owe you." I said trying desperately to get my hero to except my gracious thanks, but again he denied my efforts to repay him. I guess thats the true mark of a real hero. Then I said, "I've got bourbon", and that was enough to sway him. He quickly jumped to his feet, and nearly threw me as he pulled me up to mine.

We walked in complete silence nearly the whole way to my apartment. It did give me the time though to really think about what had just happened. I couldn't believe that I was nearly about to be gutted by some crazy mugger. Then out of nowhere, here comes super-homeless-man swooping in to save me, nearly killing the mugger in my defense. At that moment I didn't know if I was more grateful to be alive or scared that I was actually inviting this man into my home. This man, that not five minutes ago, I had to talk out of killing someone. It was all so crazy, but the walk was short, and I didn't have much time to really sort out how I was feeling about the situation. Then before I knew it we were there.

Once we got to my building, we walk up the 3 flights to my apartment. It was just a simple little one bedroom studio, cheap by any means, but to Jake it was like a palace. He just stood there, his eyes wide with amazement, as he took in the scenery of my little place, like it was something miraculous. "Make yourself at home." I said to him, as I made my way to the kitchen to grab the bourbon. When I came back with the bourbon and two glasses, he was still standing there at the door nervously rocking back and forth. "Why don't you take a load off." I say to him, as he looks at me with anxious eyes.

"Um." He shakes his head. "I don't wanna mess up your stuff." He says. "I'm fine standing."

"Oh" I said awkwardly, suddenly remembering that although heroic, he was still a dirty bum. I put the bourbon down on the coffee table and told him to wait right there, I'd be right back.

I came back into the living room with two old towels. "Follow me." I said to him as I led him to the back. He ran over to the coffee table and grabbed the bottle of bourbon, before catching up behind me. I showed him to the bathroom and handed him the towels. "Soap, shampoo, toothpaste over there." I said pointing out the toiletries he definitely needed. "Clean up and I'll see if I have something that'll fit you. Just leave your clothes by the door and come back out when you're finished. This will be waiting for you when you're done." I said to Jake as I snatched the bottle from his hand, stepped out of the bathroom and shut the door behind me...

About thirty minutes later Jake emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. It just barely managed to stay up around his massive hairy thighs, as they seemed to flex and bulge without any forethought from Jake. With him now being all cleaned up and half naked, I was starting see that Jake was actually a pretty hot guy, down right sexy, a fucking God. I walked over to him, and looked him up and down. "Damn Jake. Is this what you've been hiding under all those rags all this time.", I said, putting my hand on his still damp, muscled shoulders, as I made a full circle around the sexy homeless man. He laughed like a shy little kid, as he brought his arms up over his strong wide chest into an X shape, trying to conceal the beauty that was his body. "Now don't tell me your shy Jake." I said as I moved one of his hands from his chest and looked in close at the tattoo he had stamped there. It was a Marine corp tat.

"You were a Marine, Jake?" I asked. He just nodded his head yes and smiled. "My dad was a Marine." I told him."That must be where you learned all those fighting moves." I said to the sexy, half naked, homeless man standing before me. "Semper Fi."

He stood at attention and replied back "Semper Fi" quite enthusiastically, losing his towel in the process, letting the thick piece of man meat he had between his thighs break free. He quickly dropped down and grabbed the towel to cover up the massive dick. "Clothes please?", he asked, standing there in embarrassment. Though what he had was nothing to be embarrassed about. It was more something to be worshiped than covered. I was almost tempted to not give him anything to wear, so I could stare at that gorgeous body longer.

Jake was much bigger than me, so the clothing options were limited. Just some baggy sweatpants and a t'shirt. The pants though fit him more like tights on him, showing off in detail the full length of his dick, which laid quite long down his meaty thigh. The shirt was no better. It literally ripped at the seems within 2 seconds of it being on his massive body. So he just sat there shirtless, in some tiny [although baggy for anyone else] sweats, as we both took shot after shot of bourbon and got to know one another.

We drank nearly half the bottle of bourbon, before I had had enough. Jake barely seemed to be phased, but I was beyond wasted. "I've had enough. I'm going to bed Jake. You're welcomed to join me if you want." I said drunkenly flirting with my sexy guest. He had long since told me that he was straight, but I was too drunk to care.

"No, I'm fine here on the couch." He said blushing with an awkward little laugh.

"Fine. Your loss." I replied standing up to my feet but then falling back down in a drunken stooper. I tried again but, again I stumbled. Then Jake got up and decided to help me.

"Come on." He said as he scooped me up over his shoulder and carried me into my bedroom. He laid me down on my bed and started to leave as I undressed.

"Help." I called out, my head stuck in my sweater. Like the hero he was, once again Jake came to my rescue, helping me out of the sweater. He could tell I was way too drunk to undress myself, so he did the work for me. He pushed me down flat on the bed and started pulling off my shoes and then my socks.

"Ok sit up." he said. I did as he told me. Then he leaned in close to me and started unbuttoning my shirt, revealing my much smaller and smoother chest. He unbuttoned almost half the buttons before pulling the shirt over my head. When the shirt was off, there I sat on the edge of my bed with my sexy homeless hero standing directly in front of me, between my legs might I add, helping me undress. I don't know what came over me but between the influence of the bourbon and the state of arousal I was in over being just inches away from Jake's perfect abs, I got carried away. I started licking and kissing all over his muscled torso. But he pushed me away. My drunken motor skills and the forced with which he pushed me sent me back on the bed. "Stop it." he said as he just stared down at me in drunken disgust. He started to leave, but I reached up and grabbed his hand.

"Aren't you gonna help with my pants? I can't sleep in my pants." I said starring seductively at the homeless hunk. He looked back at me completely over my drunken antics but he knew it was just the liquor talking, and he was such a good guy that he helped me anyway. He reached down and started undoing my pants. He tried not to, but had no choice but to put his hand on my crotch to get the pants undone. My dick immediately started getting hard. I knew it was making Jake uncomfortable, that he was unintentionally getting me aroused, but he continued on with his heroic duties.

"Mmmm'. Take my pants off Marine. Thats an ordered." I said laughing. I could tell he wasn't impressed by my joke. I just knew he had to be regretting his decision to save me now.

Once my pants were unbuttoned he started pulling them down and off. I was wearing only a jock under them, so when he pulled them off, I put my feet up on the bed and spread my legs wide, revealing my hairy little hole. Jake looked at me in complete shock. He was even more uncomfortable now. I could tell from how strained the sweats were becoming around his hardening dick. He quickly turned around, covering his impending hardon. Then he tried to leave, but I got up and went after him. Still drunk I stumbled, but he turned around just in time to catch me in his strong arms. "Come on Jake. Let me thank you for saving me tonight." I begged.

Jake shook his head, and picked me up in his arms like a baby. "I don't think that would be a good idea." He said as he carried me back to my bed.

"Come on Jake. Let me show you what a hero like you deserves every night." I said to the homeless hunk, as he pulled the cover back and placed me in my bed.

"Enough. You're drunk." He said as he smiled nervously and started tucking me in.

Although drunk, I was persistent and I knew exactly what I wanted. So I boldly reached up and grabbed hold of it. Jake's dick felt so big in my hand. I had never touched or even saw anything like it before. It was so thick, so meaty. And just as I was getting more than accustomed to the feel of it, Jake slapped my hand away. So I reached for it again. This time I slowly rubbed it, knowing that I was definitely gonna get the right reaction now. His dick started throbbing and getting harder in my hand. I could tell it was feeling good to him, because this time he didn't' stop me. He quit resisting and gave in. He closed his eyes and started moaning. I could tell it had been a while since anyone showed his dick any kind of attention. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Are you sure you want this?"

I whispered back, "I'm sure." That was all he needed to hear. He quickly pulled the covers back and climbed in the bed with me. I wasted no time seeing what his lips felt like. They were soft and supple. I was pleasantly surprised. At first he was still a bit hesitant, but eventually he got more than accustomed to my kiss. He opened his mouth and thrust his tongue deep into mine. We both moaned as our tongues wrestled. I knew the big, strong, alpha male he was, that he was gonna take full control of the situation at any moment. And it wasn't long before he fulfilled his role. He started kissing down my neck and then chest. I gasped as his tongue and lips found my tits. I put my arms around his head, grabbing hold of his long brown locks. He grabbed my arms and pulled them away from his head. I just laid back and submitted.

As he was on top of me, I took in the intoxicating scent of his newly cleaned manly body. There was a faint smell of soap on him. But though clean I could still smell the strong huskiness of a strong unwashed man. His natural scent was so manly and amazing. I knew he wasn't wearing any deodorant, so his pits were still strong. Really strong, but not like a dirty bum's, just that of a big sexy man after a long day.

He kissed a trail down to my hairy abs and stopped just above my waist. He didn't even attempt to touch my dick. He had no interest in that. All he wanted was my hole and I was sure willing to give it to him. With incredible force he pushed my legs above my head. I could smell the sweaty goodness of my own dick and balls as they hang barely inches from my face. Then I felt the wetness and the thickness of his tongue as he plunged it deep into my hole. I let out a moan of intense pleasure. He started spreading my hole wide with his two middle fingers, as he darted his wet slimy tongue in between them. My ass had never been stretched with such precision. It was like he knew just the exact amount of pressure to force my hole open. Before long I started feeling something much thicker, much wider, much harder than his fingers and tongue combined. The head of his dick was like the size of a golf ball, and to my hole it felt as hard. He shoved it in and I think I almost passed out. I never had something that big inside me and it was only just the head. He started pushing his dick in me an inch at a time. A few inches in and my eyes started rolling to the back of my head. I started moaning, nearly uncontrollably. Then out of nowhere he started thrusting his hips, fucking me with just a few inches of his massive dick. Then he leaned down and kissed me again. Then asked, "Are you ready for the rest." I wasn't but I shook my head yes anyway. He thrust in me the full length of his dick, with one quick motion. He went so deep I thought the head was gonna pop out of my eye socket. I was relieved when I finally felt his balls slap against my ass. But the relief was short lived, because then he really started fucking me. It felt so good, and so bad at the same time. My whole body started spasming. Then suddenly out of nowhere my dick started shooting loads of cum into my jock. I felt the warm gooey essence, that was my own seed, oozing through my jock and onto both my thighs and my stomach. All the while, Jake still fucked me with his massive dick. It felt like he would never stop. He had been going for at least an hour, before I couldn't take anymore and passed out. I couldn't tell you how long he fucked me after that.

When I woke up from my erotic coma the next morning, Jake was gone and I was just laying there drenched in the multiple loads of both his and my own cum. I almost didn't want to get up. I just wanted to lay there, but I knew I had to get out of bed and clean myself up for work. When I walked into the bathroom I looked around and saw the mess that Jake had made in his pursuit to clean himself up for me. The room was filthy, but I had no time to clean it up. I just hopped in the shower and got myself ready for work.

On my way out to work, laying there in front of my apartment door, was the sweats that Jake had worn the night before. They were damp and sweaty and before they were even close to my face I could smell Jakes scent on them. I put them up to my nose and took a deep breathe, taking in the scent, before throwing them down and leaving out.

As I made my way to the metro, a smile suddenly sprung to my face. For some reason I couldn't wait to see Jake, my little homeless hero, sitting there in his normal spot just waiting for me. But when I got to the station he wasn't there. Then later on that evening when I returned he wasn't there either. It was days, then weeks, then months, and still Jake wasn't in his spot. I had started to forget about him, to forget all about our night.

Then almost a year to the day, he was suddenly back. He was just sitting there in his same old spot in front of the metro station. I didn't say word when I saw him. I just smiled and he smiled back. Then I gave him some change, and went on to catch my train.

When I returned home that night, he was gone again and I felt sad about it. Then as I made my way to my building, and up the 3 flights to my apartment, there he was sitting in front of my door. When I approached him he stood up, smile and said,"I found a new spot." I smiled back and he came at me with a kiss. Then he held me up against the door, and before I knew it we were fucking right there in the hallway, then in the living room, then in the bed, then in the shower. And this time Jake didn't leave. He stayed, and he's been here ever since...