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Subject: The Pandemic Houseguest Part 8 The Pandemic Houseguest Part Eight By Mitchell Conner Greetings readers. Thank you for the encouraging emails which keep me motivated to continue on with this story. I’m gratified by how much you’re enjoying this story. I hadn’t written anything this creative, or for fty in many years and this story is renewing my spirit. If gay content, descriptions of hot gay sex, or actual dialogue in an erotic story offends you please don’t read further. This is entirely fiction, a work brought on by a perverted imagination, access to the internet and time to burn. The names, events, activities, and circumstances are fictitious. If it’s illegal wherever you live, or for your calendar age, stop now. This story is mine: all rights reserved by the author with the exception of its use by fty. You’re welcome to use it to pass the time but not to copy and repost as your own demented work or for commercial purposes. Before I go on, let’s talk about Bob. Bob stays safe inside because it’s the right thing to do. Bob gets horny so he goes to fty to get his hands a helping by reading stories like this and others. Bob donates generously because it’s the right thing to do. Be like Bob. And on with the story. We tenderly washed off the remains of our shared passion without a word spoken. “Let me do that,” Jordan offered as I started to dry myself. The glowing teen gently dried me off like a parent does for a child, albeit with a bit more attention to my manhood. I gladly returned the favor. Jordan chubbed up a bit as he cooed from the attention of the soft towel rubbing his smooth lean skin and teen-boy parts dry, but neither of us pursued anything more sexual. The connection we felt at that moment was beyond what another orgasm could deliver. “I’m sleeping here,” Jordan informed me firmly as we approached my bed. “Okay, you’re welcome to join me tonight,” I offered, looking forward to having the teen-boy sleeping�or not�next to me. “Just tonight?” he queried, then paused before continuing in a whiny little boy voice. “But daddy, there’s a monster under the couch and it wants to eat me!” I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at Jordan returning to his antics. “Daddy it’s safer in here where you can eat me,” he purred seductively. I should’ve seen that one coming, and just shook my head as I chuckled at the audacity of the beautiful teen-boy standing before me wearing nothing but a lustful grin. I pulled the sheets down to signal my surrender. We crawled into bed, lying on top of the sheets. I watched Jordan turn onto his left side and prop his head up with his left hand as he scanned me lying down facing him with a bookend pose. His angelic face glowed in the low illumination of a nearby nightlight and I kept silent, waiting for him to take a stab at expressing the myriad thoughts that must be going through his mind. “Did I… was I… I mean… did you…” he stammered, looking for a way to ask what caring lovers have done through all time. “You were wonderful, Jordan. It was fantastic, the best” I assured him warmly, absolutely pleased that he’d asked that first. Jordan scooted closer, his left fingers running idly across my muscular pecs, nipples, and torso as he smiled at my emphatic validation. “Did it live up to what you imagined?” I asked, seeking my own validation as I copied his touch, enjoying the feel of the teen’s silky smooth skin. “Times a million,” he uttered in a low dreamy voice. I was touched by his reference. We continued our pleasurable touching for a few minutes. I noticed Jordan’s hard teen-cock pointing towards his head, the glistening tip nearly level with his belly button, but he made no move to further stimulate himself. I drank in the view, starting with his still-drying blond mop, to his sparkling hazel eyes, on to the small nubby reddish nipples topping his developing pecs, over the lean contour of his torso and flat defined abs blending into narrow hips centered by a light dusting of light-colored pubes above that big-for-any-teen-boy cock, the smooth wrinkled boy bag so tight it didn’t droop, with thin yet sturdy hairless tanned legs flowing south. I felt a sense of euphoria knowing I’d possessed this vision. As I looked up I saw Jordan’s dreamy countenance and wondered if he felt the same about me. “So is… what we did… what I did… to… umm… in you…uhh…” he stammered, unsure of himself. “Like fucking?” I finished for him, hoping I’d assumed the question correctly. “Umm… yeah,” he admitted bashfully. “Kinda sorta,” I confirmed, wondering if my answer would help him open up more. “It’s just that… umm… in those videos…” he stumbled, unsure of himself. “You’re not gonna call me coach are you? I reacted, purposely injecting a little humor to lighten up the discussion and make it easier for the teen-boy to talk. “No!” he exclaimed then continued. “It’s just that… in those videos the boy is usually… umm…the… uhh…” “The bottom?” I finished for him, well aware of how sex can be portrayed in daddy/boy porn videos. “Yeah,” Jordan responded with relief. “Remember what I told you? Porn isn’t real. It’s stereotypes. Here’s what’s more important: Did you like what we did?” I inquired, looking into his eyes. “Fuck yes,” he replied emphatically, his voice dripping with lust and desire. “Just for the sex?” Or more?” I asked, hoping for the latter. “More!” he strongly proclaimed. “When it was happening I felt like… high or something… but so… part of you… like a warm feeling here,” he concluded with a finger touching his left pec. “Me too,” I agreed, staring into Jordan’s sparkling hazel eyes. “When there’s emotion you do what feels good for both of you… not what looks hot in a video.” Jordan nodded in understanding, his right hand back to touching me as he spoke. “I’ve only ever kissed my mom and… umm… it wasn’t… uh… kissing like… we did.” “I hope not!” I replied emphatically; glad to get a jab in then added, “I’d hate to think I had competition.” “Ewww!!!” he cried. “I don’t know if I should puke or kiss you for that.” “Choose kiss or you sleep on the sofa,” I threatened with a smile. Jordan leaned forward, gently pressing his lips on mine. I only waited a moment before I felt his tongue knocking on my lips then eagerly let him enter. A pleasurable few moments were spent tongue dancing as Jordan demonstrated how well he’d paid attention in the shower. He gently withdrew from the kiss as a quizzical look formed on his angelic face. “So… umm… in the shower… and umm… this morning you… uhh… put your tongue… in… my…” he was back to stammering on the difficult stuff as I realized we hadn’t discussed round two, or even round one of rimming. “Your butt?” I finished then elaborated, “Your sexy, round, tight boy-butt?” I finished, giving him my best impression of porn dialogue. “Dean,” he whined. “You’re not the coach!” he said, back to his default state. “But yeah, you stuck your tongue in my ass.” “That I did,” I admitted with a smile. “Did you like it?” “No, I only thought I was going to pass out is all,” he replied, his tone at full sarcastic strength. “I’ve seen it in videos but I always thought it was kinda gross. Did you do that for… umm… me… or…?” he inquired, back to uncertainty. “I did it because I wanted to please you and I also really like doing it. It’s called rimming. Should I be sorry because I almost made you pass out?” I asked, throwing some attitude back at the sarcastic teen. I was suddenly pushed onto my back by what might’ve been a tiger, based on the low growl that came out of Jordan as he overpowered me. The tiger boy propped himself up on his extended arms as he addressed his willing victim. “I loved every fucking minute of it, and you know it,” he exclaimed, punctuating the words with jabs of his hard sharp stick into my stomach. “I think you did too!” he concluded, closing his legs and trapping my hard cock between them. Maybe Jordan’s sarcastic teen-boy persona was rubbing off on me�kinda like his cock�but before I could stop myself I `went there’ “So Jordan, when you had your cock rubbing in my legs…” I paused, and after an affirmative nod from Jordan continued. “Was it as tight as pussy?” I concluded, purposely referencing his encounter with Steven as I struggled to appear serious. “Ewwwwww!” he whined dramatically, as I tried to keep from all-out laughing. “You are so gross!” he added, and then that sly look appeared on his face as he delivered his zinger. “Probably not as tight as mine was this morning `cause I’m a virgin!” My eyes opened wide, my jaw slack as I contemplated the teen’s well- executed comeback then weakly delivered a reply: “True.” But he wasn’t done yet. “So when’re we gonna change that?” he inquired with a tilt of his head, eyebrows angled inquisitively. A low growl came out of me as I rolled Jordan onto his back as a reply, using my elbows and knees to keep from smothering him as I got on top. Jordan looked both surprised and happy with our new position. “Is that what you really want?” I inquired. “Yeah,” he said faintly. “What?” I threw back at him. “Yes,” he said more forcefully. “Yes what?” I pushed. “Tell me exactly what you want.” “I want… you… to… umm…” he stammered, but this time I wasn’t going to bail him out by finishing his sentence. Instead I just stared at him. “I want you to fuck me,” he squeaked out. “I don’t just fuck someone I care about,” I replied. Jordan at first looked confused, and then as it dawned on him what I was listening for his lips curled into a smile. “I want you to make love to me,” he purred. “Good boy,” I responded, before I could edit the response to my willing young pupil. “You called me boy. I like that,” he said with a dreamy satisfied tone, followed by a cat-like yawn. “Sorry,” he commented on his yawn. “For some reason I feel really tired now.” “It’s normal. You were very busy tonight.” “And this morning, and last night,” he added cheekily. “True, but it’s more than that,” I commented as a quizzical look came to Jordan. “When it’s intense like what we did, it really sucks the energy out of you,” I started to explain. “And lots of other stuff,” Jordan added giggling. “More than just cum silly boy,” I responded. “Did the kissing feel like it was just sex?” “You called me boy again,” he pointed out then added, “No, it was… umm… uhh…” he fizzled out. “It’s part of what makes what we did special, not just sex,” I explained. “It adds emotion to what we did, a connection, and when you’re done, you get, well, exhausted in a nice way.” “That’s exactly how I feel, Dean,” he agreed. “I mean, I want to do more,” he explained with a thrust of his konyaaltı kendi evi olan escort hard cock as punctuation then finished, “but I also just want to sleep here next to you.” The alluring teen’s desire to just be with me warmed my heart, although I was surprised that I’d managed to wear down the dynamo and reduce him to a cuddly little boy in my bed. “Can I have this side?” he asked coyly. “Sure, but you have to be good and not wake me up.” “I’ll be a good boy, co…” “If you say coach I’m kicking you out.” “Okay,” he agreed as he rolled over, snuggled backwards into me and pulled my left arm around him like a blanket. Jordan grasped my left hand, kissed it and drew it into his smooth chest. “Good night daddy,” he said softly. His words warmed my heart as I cuddled into his backside, my still-hard cock nestled perfectly into the cleft between his boy melons. He contracted the perfectly round pair, sending a jolt through me. As I considered a few good night thrusts I heard him sigh, thought better of it and lay still. His warm silky skin felt heavenly as his rhythmic breathing lulled me to sleep. I awoke to the sound of Jordan’s alarm going off�in the living room again�and wondered if he left it there on purpose so he’d have to get up to turn it off. I went to roll over towards him but couldn’t�something was in the way. So I did a complete roll away and back over. There lay Jordan. The teen-boy’s blond hair appeared to have been styled by a blender. His mouth was slightly open above a wet spot on his pillow, undisturbed by the annoying beeping invading my bedroom. I moved my gaze down and over six inches of hard teen-boy meat confirmed that his batteries were fully recharged. “Jordan,” I said softly, getting no response. “Jordan,” I said a little louder along with a gentle nudge to his shoulder. One hazel eye opened, peering around the room checking his surroundings. When he focused on me both eyes opened as he smiled. Then he yawned, stretching his arms above his head and arching his back, his hard cock jutting up like an armed missile loaded with explosives and ready to fire again. “Morning daddy,” he mumbled, burrowing himself into my side as he put an arm around me. “Your alarm’s going off,” I said. “It is?” he responded, confirming a teen’s propensity for selective listening. “Yep,” I replied, and much like yesterday a moment later… “Fuck! I’ve got school in twenty minutes!” he exclaimed while again demonstrating an ability to levitate and turn cat-like in mid-air like he’d done the previous day. Once he’d landed on his feet he looked down at me in bed as his still-hard cock bobbed in front of him like a recently used diving board. My eyes roamed from his sex up to those puffy ruby lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Like this daddy?” he teased, swinging his hips so his piss hard-on slapped either side of his hips. “You mentioned school?” was the only reply I could put together. Jordan pounced on me, legs on either side of my arms, cock slapping down into my man cleavage, naked ass on my stomach. He stared down at me as I tried to focus on his face above the iron-hard teen-boy rod just past tongue distance from my face. “I like the class you gave last night, da…” he paused when he saw me furrow my eyebrows as a warning against further daddy-porn dialogue, then finished, “…Dean. I hope I can do some extra credit work later.” With that he leaned down, gave me a quick kiss and leapt off me. For the second day I watched his muscular dimpled half-melons squeeze with each stride as he walked out of the bedroom. It was a view I knew I’d never get tired of or forget. I lay in bed, trying not to overthink my good fortune and rolled onto the other side of the bed, landing in the still warm imprint of Jordan on sheets permeated with his scent and the unmistakable smell of sex. I decided there were two options: one was to change the sheets; the other was to seal the sheets in a large airtight bag, sell them on eBay and retire on the massive proceeds. By the time I’d showered, put on my house uniform of shorts and tank-top and stripped the bed sheets I could hear Jordan in his virtual school classroom in the living room. As I walked past carrying the sheets in my arms Jordan saw me then held up his left hand in a `stop’ signal. Once I’d halted he jumped up, ran to the other room and came back with a pair of his underwear. “Here I’ll put them on top so you don’t have to be digging around for lint in the laundry room,” he smirked, emphasizing `lint’ so I’d be sure to get his smart-assery. I just shook my head at his mastery of the sarcastic arts and continued onto through the kitchen into the laundry room. The smell of fresh brew from the coffeemaker confirmed that Jordan was consistent in dispensing both wit and kindness. Once the sheets were in the washing machine I figured that as long as I was busted I may as well enjoy my bounty, and held Jordan’s underwear up for a sniff. I was rewarded with his distinctive smell and briefly thought that selling his soiled underwear would probably result in bigger profits. I tossed my potential revenue stream into the machine, closed the lid and headed for coffee. My payback for Jordan’s joke was kindness. `Turn the other cheek’ came to mind as I was preparing a breakfast tray for Jordan and I chuckled to myself as I retrieved an image of Jordan’s behind from my memory. I set the tray of food and drink on the coffee table as I’d done the previous morning and gave him a theatrically over-acted bow followed by a kiss with hand wave last seen on some fading film star. Jordan rolled his eyes and looked as mortified as if his mother had publicly kissed him while dropping him off at school. My mission completed I returned to the kitchen to eat. Right after I finished washing the breakfast dishes my phone rang. It was Judy. “Good morning Judy, how goes the battle?” “It goes on and on,” she replied, sounding tired. “Just checking in to see how the forced adoption is going,” she joked. “Yeah, about that, you never told me how to get ahold of that iPhone factory,” I replied in kind. “Truthfully, Dean, I already tried that and they turned me town but I didn’t tell you because, well… ah fuck, I’m so beat I can’t even give a comeback. How sad is that?” “It’s understandable, besides the real professional at comebacks is sitting in the living room going to school.” “Did you leave any marks on him?” she asked. “Umm… no…” I stammered, my mind going to our recent activities. “So he just up and started school this morning on time?!” she asked suspiciously. “Yes, and yesterday too,” I replied, glad the subject was school attendance. “What have you done to my son? And how much do I pay you to keep him doing that?” she exclaimed, ending with a laugh at her own joke. I joined her laughter for a moment, mine more out of relief. Then I responded. “Maybe he’s stepping up to the plate and being responsible.” “I like that,” she commented then added, “but a part of me doesn’t like him being there with you.” “Oh?” I reacted, suspicious again. “Yeah, whenever I talk to him he’s so damn happy to be there. The least he could do is act like he’s miserable without me,” she explained as I let out a sigh of relief. “Typical teenager,” I opined, relieved. “Hey, I’ve ordered some groceries to be delivered. Jordan’s favorites and whatever I thought could help you restock. I figure after a few days you’re down to bare-assed cupboards.” I had to stifle a chuckle at her use of `bare-assed’ as I envisioned my morning view of Jordan instead of my pantry. “Thanks.” “No problem. I don’t want to be responsible if Jordan gets hungry and there’s nothing there. I think if it came down to it he’d eat you alive.” I choked for a moment. “You okay,” Judy inquired. “Yeah… fine… swallowed wrong.” “A lot of that going around,” she said in a tone that left me feeling a little bit incriminated. “Dean?” “Yes.” “Seriously. Thanks for taking care of my boy. I know you’re going above and beyond for us, for him. Makes it easier for me to concentrate on getting through this mess and staying on point. You’re the man!” she concluded. `And Jordan’s the boy,’ I thought to myself, before saying, “Thank you.” “Please tell Jordan I’ll call him late this afternoon after I get some sleep,” she requested. “Bye.” “Bye,” I got out right before she clicked off the call. Calls with Judy always left me a bit nervous because she’d casually say things that made me wonder if she knew enough to figure out what was up�all delivered with a tone indicating genuine thanks and acceptance. `Men are so much easier to figure out,’ I thought. `You’ve got a nice cock. Thank you, let’s fuck. Okay,’ I joked to myself, knowing that what was happening with Jordan was anything but easy. As if on cue the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find a masked delivery guy standing a couple of yards away, and ten grocery bags on my doorstep. “Thank you,” I said as he gave me the thumbs up, turned and walked away. `The whole delivery boy porn genre is going to die off by the time this is over,’ I thought to myself. Judy wasn’t kidding when she said she’d bought some groceries. There was a least a week’s supply of food that I put away, or three days’ worth in Jordan-time. My productive morning ended when I heard Jordan clear his throat and looked up to see him standing in the doorway. He was wearing clothes this time but still looked hot with his lean toned arms folded over his navy blue t-shirt clad chest, jean covered legs bent as he leaned against the doorframe with those puffy ruby lips curled into a wistful smile. As our eyes met he gave a nod of his head as an invitation to follow him then turned and headed away. I’ll admit that as I followed him my imagination peeled the denim off his firm round butt and replaced it with footage from his bedroom exit this morning. As we neared the kitchen I saw plates on the counter holding sandwiches, glasses of water, and a platter of sliced fruits. “I’d make a helluva husband, wouldn’t I Dean?” Jordan smirked, getting the jump on any possible jibe I might’ve dared. `He actually would,’ I agreed to myself as I nodded my thanks to the thoughtful teen. Over lunch Jordan told me about school, how different it felt to be taking classes online, how weird it was that he actually missed going to his actual real school, and wanting to see his friends IRL. I got points and a smile for knowing it meant `in real life.’ While cleaning up we talked about what the new normal might be like and I felt a bit sorry for the fact that he might never be able to once again wholly enjoy the freedom konyaaltı otele gelen escort of human contact and movement we’d taken for granted our entire lives. At the same time, his optimism about how he’d live his future life was infectious and I felt my spirits lifted. I was reminded once again he wasn’t the kid next door; he was a man-boy who continued to amaze me as he pried his way into my heart. A bell sounded from his computer and Jordan pulled me into an embrace, tucking his head into my chest and reaching around for a hug. As he leaned into me his t-shirt rode up so that I held his smooth torso. It was my dessert after lunch. With Jordan back in school I tossed the laundry into the dryer and headed off to work down the hall. The afternoon passed quickly with only one conference call and some more work on client projects. When I glanced up to see Jordan standing in my office doorway I realized that I now welcomed his appearances there. It was an oddly comforting routine that meant he was still with me in this house. Yesterday’s jockstrap-only outfit had been replaced by a pair of short white nylon shorts that, while they weren’t tight, easily showed he was free- balling. `No shirt, no shoes, no way I’d refuse him service,’ I thought, as I took in Jordan’s bare-chested sight. “Make me sweat,” he said by way of invitation, his voice a bit husky and smile indicating he was teasing�but only just a bit. He walked over to me as I asked some questions. “School over with?” “Yep.” “Homework done?” “Yep.” “How about a short one?” I asked him. “Who you callin’ short?” he accused with furrowed eyebrows as he pushed my chair back and spread my legs so he could sit on my right one as he’d done yesterday. “I meant the workout. Just some abs and cardio today, okay?” “Oh, yeah, okay… I know that’s what you meant…” he stumbled, head down a bit. “Jordan, do you get teased much about your height?” I asked earnestly, recalling my own high school days as I lifted his chin so we’d be eye-to- eye. “Whaddya think?” he came back sarcastically. “I’m like the shortest guy in class!” “Except… there…” I replied, my eyes pointing at his groin. “Yeah… well… there’s that,” he responded a bit bashfully. “I was only a little bit taller than you in high school. Didn’t finish growing until I was twenty,” I offered, trying to comfort him. “Really? I always kinda thought you were built like this when you were in high school,” came his amazed response as he lightly touched my chest, sending small jolts of electricity through my body. “Umm… they don’t let old men in high school,” I joked. “Dean?” “Yes?” “I’ll make a deal. I won’t do porn talk if you won’t make bad jokes, okay?” “Deal,” I laughed in response. “So really? You were short in high school?” “Really. Five-foot-eight, skinny, didn’t play sports, not a lot of friends.” “But you had Devin,” he offered. “Yes,” I said wistfully. “He made all the difference.” “Lucky you.” “Yes.” “You wanna get lucky?” When I didn’t immediately respond Jordan’s head tilted down. “Hey now, I can’t always think of a quick comeback to your… umm… questions,” I replied, doing a poor job of consoling. “No, it’s okay… but… Dean?” “Yes?” “Do you like me because I’m like Devin? You know, like a replacement?” “Jordan, you’re not the same, not a replacement,” I responded, failing to clear things up. “It’s just that… I’ve wanted you for forever but you never acted like you wanted me… and then you tell me about Devin and we a… did stuff together… and it makes me wonder if that’s… the reason… because… well… how could you ever want the short skinny kid next door… you’re all sexy handsome and you got all these muscles…” he stopped, ending his teen-stream of consciousness rambling confession about feeling inadequate by burying his head in my chest as I felt him shudder a breath. I wrapped my arms around his lean torso and just held him until I could figure out what to say. “I didn’t know I liked you like this until a few days ago Jordan. You’re not a replacement for Devin. You’re… not the same… you’re different… better different… I like how you make me feel. Being with you makes me remember what it feels like to be young and alive… to be with someone special. That’s what you give me.” Jordan lifted his head, eyes moist, and faced me. “Really?” “Absolutely.” “‘Cause I kinda wondered since you never told…” he got out before I cut him off, knowing what he needed to hear. “Maybe I never did tell you. You’re not just the skinny kid next door. You’re lean and toned, you’ve got your own starter muscles,” I illustrated by tracing my finger over his pecs and down to his developing six-pack. “You’re tall in a special way,” I teased, to which he giggled. “Yes!” he whispered, along with a small fist pump, pleased at the praise. “You don’t have to stop,” he said, angling for more compliments. “Okay. Your blond hair makes you look like a sexy surfer, and your smooth skin feels soooo good. I like your dimples when you smile, and also the ones on your cute little round butt,” I threw in, watching Jordan blush at the mention of his behind. “And you’re wrong.” “About what?” “Jordan, have you ever heard the term `don’t shit in our own backyard’?” “No, but I’d never do that.” “It means you shouldn’t cause a problem around where you live.” “Oh?” “For me, it means that even though I remember the first day we met, the color of the underwear you were wearing when you `accidently’ flashed me, the shorts you wore that day in your front yard, your smiles when I had dinner with you and your mom, and a hundred other times just being around you… it means that you’re wrong: I noticed you from the start, but I didn’t let it go any further,” I blurted out in my own stream-of-consciousness admission. “Because…?” “Because it could’ve gotten really complicated.” “Whaddya mean complicated? I want you, we like each other, we’re together. How tough is that?” he simplified as only a teen could. “I thought we talked about that? Having second thoughts?” he enquired, his tone a bit frustrated. “No, not really… just saying why it took a pandemic for me to notice the hot boy… err… guy next door,” I explained, trying to avoid making him feel like a kid. “It’s okay… I like it when you call me boy… daddy,” he said impishly. I drew him back into a hug, mulling over the `daddy’ label, amazed at how our lives had intersected and arrived at this point. Having a nearly-a-man teen who liked being a boy�my boy�felt amazing. “So… we gonna work out or…?’ he trailed off purposely as he moved his eyebrows up and down like a dirty old man. “See you in the gym in five minutes,” I announced with a smile, not so effectively cutting off Jordan’s attempted solicitation. Jordan gave me a quizzical frown as I scooted him off my leg. After a quick trip to the bathroom, then the kitchen for some water I walked into the gym. As I entered Jordan put his hands on his hips and shook his head to cue me to my dress-code violation. I stripped off the tank top and tossed it over a nearby chair. “Good boy,” Jordan smirked. “What will you torture me with today?” “Are you sore from our last workout?” I asked, a bit concerned I’d pushed him too hard… in the gym. “Which one? Last night, or yesterday morning? “Funny boy. The one in the gym.” “Oh yeah, in here,” he replied. “I like the ones that work this muscle better,” he added, wiggling his hips at me so his unrestrained cock bounced back and forth inside his shorts. I smiled and shook my head at the precocious teen, who was evidently feeling very comfortable in not holding back how he really felt. We got into our workout and I showed him some ab crunches that would add more definition to his emerging six-pack and likely make his little cum- gutters stand out even more. His abs and torso flexed as he worked through the exercises I taught him, while his biceps tensed and hairless armpits were exposed as he grunted his way through multiple repetitions. As I admired the view I caught a heady whiff of his sweat. At the same time I caught him staring at me as he lifted himself for another repetition. It was a hungry predator look that’s usually the last thing a small bunny sees right before it’s eaten. The intoxicating teen-boy smell and his look made for a sexually charged atmosphere in my little gym. “Your mom called me this morning. Told me she doesn’t like you staying here,” I said flatly, waiting for Jordan’s reaction to my purposely distracting announcement. “What?!” “It’s your fault,” I added to the virtual fire I’d started. “What’d I do?!” “She’s upset that all you talk about is how great it is to be staying here and she doesn’t feel like you miss her,” I explained. “Moms…” he groaned. “Yeah but you could at least act like you’re miserable staying here?” I offered. “But I am miserable staying here!” Jordan exclaimed, overacting his reaction for emphasis. “Yeah, act just like that, only with talent,” I commented. Jordan furrowed his eyebrows at my review of his acting chops. “Climb up here,” I instructed, pointing to a 45-degree inclined bench. Jordan climbed on, feet a bit higher than his head with his feet tucked under a strap to hold him in place, his hands on the bench behind his butt holding him upright. “Dean?” “Yes Jordan.” “How often did you and Devin… umm… do it?” he asked abruptly. “Every chance we got,” I replied, returning his directness. “Wow! Like… how often?” he inquired as I saw him reach down and adjust his bulge. “His parents didn’t get home until five so… we… uhh…” I started to answer, vivid images flooding my memory. “You guys must’ve had so much fun playing with each other! “Yeah… it was great,” I responded, smiling at the thought. “So it was just fooling around?” “No… err… yes… it was… umm…” I attempted to answer. “Did you love him any less just because you guys had some fun sex?” “No. I know he loved me. We were just horny teenagers.” “Hello? What am I? You remember telling me how you felt after the first time you and Devin did it?” “Yeah,” I replied wondering where this was leading. “I know how you felt… I’m just so… fucking horny… I mean, I think about doing it when I’m taking a class… I’m so glad nobody can see me `cause I’m like hard all the time! And then when I see you and your muscles I get all hot inside and I imagine doing it with you again… doing different things… and I’m in this house around you all the time and… I feel like I’m gonna explode! Oh God Dean! You must think I’m some kinda freak! “Not at all,” I responded, reaching out to give konyaaltı rus escort him a comforting touch on his shoulder. “It just means you’re a healthy boy.” “Yeah… but… what am I supposed to do with this?” he exclaimed, looking down at his left hand wrapped around his large shorts-covered hard-on. “I see your point,” I admitted, nodding my head towards the explosive device he held in his hand. “So… you think… you and me could just… umm… you know… have some… fun… unless…” “What?” “You think I’m just using your big cock and hot body for sex and then leaving. I mean, where could I go? There’s a pandemic out there!” he joked. “Please,” he begged, his voice now sincere. I wondered at the hormonal reasoning that was obviously influenced by the little head of this horny teen-boy. Then I remembered what it was like for me at his age, especially after Devin and I had started up. Sometimes we’d just needed desperately to get off, and with our connection it was intensely satisfying. “It could be our workout?” he pleaded, throwing in some seriously sad puppy-dog eyes for the clincher. I chuckled at his rationalizing and realized I was going to have to trust that he’d learned the difference between just sex and connecting with someone�and let him make his own choices. Deep down I knew he’d be fine. “Okay.” “Okay? You mean…” “Yes. Tell me what you want to do,” I said with a smile, curious to see where this was going. Jordan pondered for a moment, a lustful smile forming on those puffy ruby lips then alighted from the bench incline bench and pointed at it. I climbed onto it and Jordan gently held onto my shoulders as he guided my upper body to lie down onto the bench. When I looked up I could see the bulged out front of his white shorts only inches away at eye level, his cock bobbing with each pump of blood as it filled out in anticipation. “I need these out of the way,” he instructed with a tug on my shorts and I lifted my ass in compliance. To my surprise both my shorts and underwear were moved up to around my knees, leaving me completely exposed to whatever my teen-boy activity leader had in mind. Jordan turned around and lowered his shorts, which resulted in him bending over with his tight little rosebud tantalizingly close to my tongue. My mouth muscle didn’t have long to wait for a taste of teen-boy as Jordan turned around, bent his cock down and rubbed the pre-cum dripping tip over my lips. I extended my tongue out to catch a drop of his tasty nectar and after only one lick he pushed firmly on the opening, signaling me to open my mouth for more. Mmhh… mmhh… mmhh,” Jordan grunted as he got right into slowly fucking my mouth, the angle leaving me no choice but to submit to his stabbing iron rod. Suddenly I felt warm moist heat on my own already hard cock, as Jordan pressed his right hand against my taint under my balls and wrapped the left around the base of my shaft while sucking in as much of me as he could. “Mmmmm…” I let out, quickly overwhelmed with the intense pleasure of my position. I looked up and was treated to a view of Jordan’s flexing ass as he stroked in and out of me, his smooth wrinkled boy-bag tickling the tip of my nose. Jordan licked and sucked my cock like a kid with a popsicle on a hot day while he simultaneously fucked my mouth like a sailor on leave at a whore house. My mouth was being pummeled by the horny teen to the same beat of his mouth going down on my cock, his right hand massaging under my man- bag as he brought me higher and higher. I looked as far down as I could focus and saw his boy-bag drawn up tight and high, like a snake coiled and ready to strike and wondered how much longer he could hold off his inevitable eruption. “Unghh… unghh… unghh… unghh… unghh… he grunted loudly in answer to my question, each rumble punctuated with a deep hard jab into my mouth with his spouting cock. He held still, my hard cock still in his mouth, hands gripping my balls and shaft as much for his balance as anything, his spent but hard cock still pulsing the last remnants of his boy-juice into my satisfied mouth. I was perfectly happy with this position, his teen-cock in my boy-cum filled mouth, my twitching man-meat in his. I held still to give him a moment to decide what was next. He slowly started pumping his ever-hard rod back and forth into my mouth with short strokes as he resumed paying attention to my loaded-for-boy seven-point-five-oh-er. As his strokes grew in length and power I heard then felt Jordan hum from pleasure, the vibrations moving me up a level. Then he brought out the kryptonite: releasing my balls, his right hand went down, found my right nipple and proceeded to tease, squeeze then pinch me into ecstasy. Mmphh… mmphh… mmphh… I moaned deeply with each pinch, an electrical charge racing to my cock, my groans returning his good vibrations and working the teen-boy up to frenzied strokes into my eager mouth, the salty taste announcing his impending double header, so to speak. I was right with him, my hips already bouncing as much as they could off the inclined bench to bury into Jordan’s enthusiastically sucking mouth. A crescendo of moans, groans, and growls filled the room as we exploded, our tongues lapping up boy-cum and man-cum from hard spouting cocks before we swallowed our rewards. I counted four shots from Jordan, impressive considering he’d gone back-to-back. Jordan leaned into my up-ended lower body as cocks slipped out of mouths so we could replenish our spent oxygen. I realized that my head was pounding as much from blowing a huge load as it was from being essentially upside-down. I gently nudged Jordan to the side and none-too- gracefully slid to the floor, sitting on my naked ass, shorts around my ankles, leaning back against the wall, feeling simultaneously spent and exhilarated. Jordan plopped down on the floor and leaned into me with a side hug, one arm around my front, the other around my back. “Fuuuuucccckkkk,” he uttered in a drawn out groan. “That was…” That was all he got out because, driven by a passionate need I couldn’t control, I reached over, grabbed his head and used the opportunity of his mouth opened in surprise to pull him into a deep urgent kiss led by my invading tongue. Jordan responded with fervent kisses that perfectly expressed our mutual connection. We swirled the remaining cum and spit in our mouths around as we attempted to eat each other like a pair of starving animals. “Oh my God!” he exclaimed after he gently pushed my head a few inches away from his. “What the fuck was that?! “That was fan-fucking-tastic!” I retorted, feeling more like an excited teenager than a man. “Is that what… I mean… was it like that… when you and…” Jordan stammered as he attempted a question. “Yes… no… it was… is…,” I attempted, took a breath then continued. “It’s… incredible… because of you.” Jordan replied by pulling my face close and resuming our kissing frenzy. Moments later the strains of `Born That Way’ interrupted our post-orgasmic kissing frenzy and I realized it was Jordan’s mom calling. Jordan’s eyebrows rose to new heights as I watched him process the decision to answer or not and before I could suggest he call back later, being a responsible son won out. I watched his bare round ass flex as he fast- walked out of the gym. `I hope he remembers he’s naked,’ I thought to myself. I got up, walked towards the living room and cautiously peered around the corner towards the sofa. There sat Jordan, phone held high enough to avoid his special parts on a video chat, his chest flushed and his face still blushing flaming post coitus red. “That must’ve been some workout son,” I overheard Judy say. “Yeah… umm… Dean really made me put out… umm… pump hard… I mean the weights… so yeah,” Jordan stammered out as I had to stifle a laugh. “Did he make sure you got a safe workout? You know, not get hurt by doing anything `too big’ for you?” Judy asked in that innocent yet knowing way I recognized by now. “Yeah… no… it was really good… so… umm… how are you mom?” Jordan said, doing his damnedest to try and salvage the conversation. “I really miss you!” he added theatrically with puppy dog eyes. “Dean told you to say that, didn’t he?” Judy asked knowingly. “Umm… but mom I really do!” Jordan whined. “I mean it’s nice to be here and all… but it’s not the same with you at home.” “True. You don’t get all red and sweaty like that at home,” she commented. Jordan sat there, flummoxed. “Honey, I hate to cut this short but they called me in early. Be a good boy, do whatever Dean says and please miss me, `cause I miss you loads,” Judy concluded. “Okay mom.” “Talk to you tomorrow. Love you.” Jordan sat silently. “Jordan?” “Love you too mom.” “Good boy.” I watched Jordan click off the phone and put it by his side on the sofa. I walked over, sat down and pulled him into a hug. He gripped me tightly and we just breathed for a few minutes. Then I heard a small giggle. Then more giggles erupted. “I can’t believe… I was talking to my mom… naked… after we…” Jordan tried saying as he laughed. “And I told her… pumped hard… and she asked me if I was… doing… anything too big,” he added, dissolving into uncontrollable laughter after uttering “Oh my God!” I started laughing too. “Are you laughing at me?” Jordan asked warily. “No, I’m laughing at us… and something else.” “What?” “You really wanna hear it?” “Yeah, that way I know you’re not just laughing at me,” he reasoned. “Okay. One time Devin’s mom came knocking on his door. It was right after we’d finished doing a second sixty-nine that afternoon.” Jordan’s eyebrows rose as though he was picturing the moment. “I know what that is!” he said gleefully. “Anyway, she’d gotten off work early and thank God she’d knocked instead of just coming in. We were totally naked and Devin stalled his mom while we quickly put some clothes on. When he opened the door there she was with a tray of cookies and milk for us,” I explained, pausing for a moment. “I swear her face twitched when she smelled the room�we’d been going at it all afternoon.” “Oh my God!” Jordan giggled. “So she tried to act all normal and put the tray on top of Devin’s dresser. She went to leave and stopped at the door, looked at me and said, `Those are lovely shorts Dean, Devin has a pair just like them.’ Then she left.” Jordan gave me a quizzical look. “I was wearing Devin’s shorts! I explained. Jordan’s eyes opened wide and his puffy ruby lips curled into a smile as he figured it out. “You guys got dressed so fast you put on the wrong clothes?” “Exactly!” “You were so busted!” he exclaimed, giggling. “Maybe. But she never mentioned anything about it, and she never came to Devin’s door before dinner again either.” “You were a very bad boy, Dean,” Jordan said as he hugged me again. “I like that about you.” I looked down at Jordan, knowing he was uniquely his own, not that boy from long ago. I was exhilarated that the kid next door had ended up being the man-boy I now held in my arms.

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