When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind; Paul Newman and a ride home.

I was so horny that it hurt. My cock throbbed like mad between my legs, and I could feel the heat coming off it.

Paul Newman was standing in front of me, looking over his shoulder, waiting for someone to catch up with him. He looked like he belonged there, standing under the streetlamp in a black leather jacket and jeans, leaning against a car, smoking a cigarette.

Lust for Paul Newman burned within me, a feverish desire that I couldn't control, and it made my head spin as I followed behind him down the sidewalk, one hand resting on the hood of his car, the other clutching my hard-on beneath my pants.

I was so turned on by this man, so enthralled with him, that I wanted to be with him, to touch him, to fuck him, to suck him, to make love to him, to do anything he asked of me.

His body was lean, muscular, and toned. His chest was broad and his arms were thickly corded with muscle.

He had a square jaw, and his lips were full and sensual. A dimple appeared when he smiled, which made me smile back at him. He looked good enough to eat.

"Hey, Paul," I said, as I caught up to him, "How ya doing?"

"Doing pretty well, kid," he replied, taking a drag on his cigarette and exhaling slowly, letting the smoke drift out of his nostrils.

"I just wanted to say thanks for helping me out last week," I said, reaching into my pocket and pulling out some money, "I really appreciate it."

He smiled and took the cash, shoving it into his pocket, then put his arm around my shoulder and gave me a quick hug.

I inhaled deeply, trying to capture his scent, but all I smelled was tobacco smoke and leather.

Paul Newman grinned and lit another cigarette.

I followed him, feeling nervous and excited, walking next to him, watching his ass sway back and forth in those tight jeans.

I couldn't help but notice how sexy he looked, and I imagined what it would be like to have sex with him.

The thought made me hard, and I began to rub myself through my pants.

"You know," he said, turning to look at me, "I've been thinking about you lately."

My heart skipped a beat as I heard him speak, and I felt my cock throb even harder in my pants.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, feigning innocence, and wanting to hear what he had to say.

"Well, I was thinking that maybe we should get together sometime," he said, smiling at me again, "Maybe go out for a drink or something."

I felt my face flush red with embarrassment, and I couldn't believe that he had just propositioned me.

I knew that he was gay, but I didn't think that he would ever want to have sex with me.

"Uh, sure, okay," I stammered, nodding my head.

We walked in silence for a few minutes, and I couldn't take my eyes off his crotch.

His bulge was huge, and I wondered if he was wearing underwear.

I wanted to reach out and grab it, to feel it in my hands, to see it jutting out from between his legs. I wanted to lick it, to suck it. But I knew that I shouldn't. It wasn't right. And yet, I couldn't stop staring at it.

I tried to ignore it, but it was too much. It was impossible.

Paul Newman seemed to sense my fascination, and he looked down at me, smirked, and raised an eyebrow.

He was clearly amused by my obvious arousal.

"You know," he said, "you seem like a nice guy, and I'd hate to have to hurt you."

He took his arm away from my shoulder and put it around my neck.

I gasped in surprise as he pulled me close to him.

"Don't worry, kid," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear, "I won't do anything to you that you don't want."

He pushed me against the side of his car and leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine.

I kissed him back, my tongue slipping past his lips and into his mouth.

I moaned as our tongues intertwined, and I felt him grab my hair, yanking it backwards and holding it tight in his fist.

I broke the kiss and stared into his eyes, shocked and confused.

I felt his other hand slide down my back and onto my ass, squeezing my cheeks.

He released my hair and took a step back, grinning.

I stood there, frozen, my mind reeling, my cock throbbing in my pants.

I was so aroused that I could barely breathe, and I felt dizzy.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you, Johnny?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

I nodded my head quickly, unable to speak.

Paul Newman laughed, then grabbed my hand and led me around the corner, down a small alleyway, and into an abandoned factory.

I was shaking, my heart racing.

I didn't resist as he dragged me inside the building, and I followed him down a flight of stairs.

He stopped halfway down the steps and turned to face me, looking me up and down.

He ran his fingers through my hair, and I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of his rough, calloused hands.

Then he pushed me against the wall, pinning me with his body.

I let out a gasp as I felt his erection press against my stomach, and I instinctively reached out and grabbed it.

It was enormous, bigger than any cock I had ever seen before.

I stroked it tentatively, then wrapped my hand around it and squeezed.

He groaned softly, then slid his hand down my chest and grabbed the bottom of my shirt.

He ripped it open, exposing my bare chest to him, and he cupped his big hand around my hard nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

I whimpered in response, my cock throbbing even harder as he played with my sensitive flesh.

I had never been touched like this before, and I loved every second of it.

He slid his hand down to my waist and undid my belt, then unzipped my fly.

I was completely naked now, and I felt embarrassed by the fact that he could see my hard cock poking out from between my legs.

Paul Newman chuckled as he saw it, and I blushed even deeper.

He pushed me up against the wall and forced his large, hard cock into my mouth.

I gagged slightly as he penetrated my throat, and I felt my nose scrape against his pubic hair.

I closed my eyes tightly and tried not to gag, but I was so aroused that I couldn't help myself.

I felt his cock begin to swell in my mouth, and I opened my eyes wide, letting him watch me as I struggled to accommodate him.

He was so thick that I felt like I was going to choke, and I gagged several times as he fucked my face.

I felt his hand on my head, pushing me further down his cock, and I sucked him even more vigorously.

I was so turned on by this man that I couldn't believe it.

I was sucking cock for the first time, and it was amazing.

I wanted to please him, and I wanted to taste him, and I wanted to make him happy.

I couldn't believe that I was doing this.

I couldn't believe that I was sucking on a real cock, a big, fat cock.

It was so big that I couldn't get my mouth around it, and I gagged several times as he rammed it down my throat.

I couldn't breathe, and I felt like I was suffocating, but I kept on sucking, desperate to please him.

I was so turned on that I was almost ready to cum right then and there, and I tried desperately to hold back my orgasm.

I didn't want to disappoint him.

He held my head tightly in his hand, and I felt him push deeper and deeper, until his balls slapped against my chin.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth, gasping for air, and I panted heavily, my chest heaving up and down as I tried to catch my breath.

Paul Newman smiled at me, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

I couldn't believe how turned on I was by him.

He rubbed his wet cock against my cheek, and I felt his precum drip onto my skin.

"That was great, kid," he said, smiling at me, "I can tell that you like it."

I blushed and looked away, ashamed that he could see the arousal in my eyes.

He shoved it into my mouth again, and I sucked him greedily.

I felt his hand on my head again, and I began to move my mouth back and forth, bobbing my head rhythmically.

He groaned loudly and thrust into my mouth, forcing me to swallow as he filled my throat with his meaty cock.

I felt his hand on the back of my head, and he began to pull my hair.

I gagged slightly, and he laughed.

He pushed me away from him.

"Good boy," he said, rubbing his hand through my hair. "Now get ready for the big finish."

He stroked himself vigorously, his cock pointed at me. "Open wide, here it comes..." his voice was low and gruff.

I swallowed nervously as I watched him jerk off, and I felt my own cock throb in my pants.

"Oh, yeah," he groaned, and I watched as a large drop of clear fluid oozed out of the tip of his cock and dripped onto my face.

I dutifully opened my mouth wide. With sudden aggression he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock down my throat.

He groaned in pleasure, low and rumbling. He grabbed my shoulders and squeezed them roughly, then slammed his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside my throat.

I gagged and choked, but he held me firmly in place, and I felt his cock pulse inside my throat.

He held my head tightly, then suddenly pulled out, I coughed up thick wads of cum.

I spat it onto the ground in front of me, and he laughed.

"You're a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" he said, smiling.

I wiped the rest of the sperm from my face with my sleeve, then stood up straight and brushed myself off.

He grinned at me, then walked over to the door and opened it.

I followed him out of the factory.

Paul Newman leaned towards me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I'll be seeing you around, kid," he said, laughing, and then he disappeared out the door.