House sitter. Part 1
He was an older man, single and fit. Maybe I should of known, but what happened was a shock and a surprise. Even more surprising, is where it all led.
It would be easy money, just watching a house, watering the plants and feeding the dog. At my age, still in school and still at home, I welcomed the freedom and the privacy of being on my own from time to time. It was only the second time I had been there and it happened as I stood at the front door ready to leave. It was just a touch, a simple touch on my lower back as I walked out. Yet, it had made my eyes widen and my spine stiffen. It was unlike any touch I had experienced before. It was charged, it was electric, it made the hair on the back of my stand up and my brain tingle. Coaches had touched me before, Doctors, even teachers, all innocent and all like he had done. Yet, his touch felt so very different.
The next time I was over and waiting for him to return, I thought about it. I wondered if there was meaning behind it. What were these feelings? I was sitting on his couch, watching TV, when he got home. "What a day!" he said, clearly tired and put out. "Well, it's over now. Hey, you want a beer?" An adult had never offered me one before and of course, like any young guy would, I said yes. I was still on the sofa when he leaned over it from behind and handed me the bottleletting his hand slide and pause, on my shoulder. There it was again. That strange jolt of energy I had felt before. Now, it started to occur to me that maybe he was coming on to me. Now it really begin to sink in. That maybe he was gay. That maybe he was interested in me for more than just being his house sitter.
I should of left, but I wanted the beer and honestly, the charge I felt from his touch was somehow becoming addicting. Although, I may not of been totally aware of it, at that exact moment, but I think my body wanted even more of it. Maybe I was curious, or maybe I just needed it. Maybe I just needed that release, any release of that young, pent up sexual urge and frustration. My head tingled and my hair went on end when he sat down next to me. I guess maybe I just wanted to see what would happen.
With the alcohol racing to my brain, his touch was even that much more electric! I felt light headed, almost as if in a dream. Every sense heightened, every nerve raw and sensitive. With his hand lighlty placed on my thigh, my cock reacted. I throbbed with erotic anticipation, there was no way I could of had stopped what was happening. Nor, would I of had wanted to. He stood and turned off the lights. I sat motionless, not even sure I was breathing. My heart was pounding, my cock aching. He slid to his knees in front of me and rubbed my thighs. I didn't look, it felt so good I think I closed my eyes and let myself become lost in the feelings. Lost in the incredible, sensual, feelings.
I don't remember sounds, I don't remember time. I only remember the pleasure of his warm mouth engulfing me, sucking me. The most amazing, all encompassing pleasure as he slowly, expertly brought me to the edge of orgasm, then slowing, then speeding up. He had made me a quivering mass melting at his passionate motions. I was ready to beg for him to bring me over, to let me release. It was if he knew my body better than even I did and took my cock deep just as I filled his throat with my white hot semen. I bucked, I clawed that the couch, I had never felt anything so totally satisfying. I felt so spent, so completely, wonderfully spent.
In the days and weeks that followed, I found that his lust and cravings for my cock and cum were second only to my desire to give them to him. I could cum two or three times in an afternoon and he wanted every drop of it. He never asked anything more of me, until one night, one special night.
I layed there, naked, letting him explore and pleasure me like we both seemed to love. Then softly, he asked, "Do you want to fuck?" I had never, not even with a girl, at least not anal. I don't remember if I answered, but I felt him move on top and straddle me. Feeling his soft cock drag across my belly and come to rest, just laying on me, thick and heavy. I was shocked at it's size. I eyes strained in the dark to see, to be sure. He lowered himself down on me. So tight, my cock was deep inside him as he started to rock back and forth. His hands on my chest, he grinded on me, grunting, breathing heavy, and I no longer felt his enormous cock resting on me. His cock was now rock hard and erect!. I stared, I couldn't look away. His cock's tip seemed mere inches away. He began going up and down on me, then grinding on me again. His tight hole, gripping me, felt every bit as incredible as his mouth. His tight ass was going to milk my cock and I was going to fill him with my seed. Then, I felt his hand on mine.
He took my hand and placed it on his massive, hard dick. I pulled it away, but it was too late. I had felt it's warmth, it's firmness, it's girth and it's power. I caressed it, stroked it and became enamored with it. I immediately felt as if I had to have it in my mouth. I knew then that I was going to be a total faggot for him. I wanted to be, had to be. I continued to stroke him and with my other hand, gripped his waist and held his ass. From that moment forward, as if in an instant, I was no longer content with just being passive.
To be continued...
It would be easy money, just watching a house, watering the plants and feeding the dog. At my age, still in school and still at home, I welcomed the freedom and the privacy of being on my own from time to time. It was only the second time I had been there and it happened as I stood at the front door ready to leave. It was just a touch, a simple touch on my lower back as I walked out. Yet, it had made my eyes widen and my spine stiffen. It was unlike any touch I had experienced before. It was charged, it was electric, it made the hair on the back of my stand up and my brain tingle. Coaches had touched me before, Doctors, even teachers, all innocent and all like he had done. Yet, his touch felt so very different.
The next time I was over and waiting for him to return, I thought about it. I wondered if there was meaning behind it. What were these feelings? I was sitting on his couch, watching TV, when he got home. "What a day!" he said, clearly tired and put out. "Well, it's over now. Hey, you want a beer?" An adult had never offered me one before and of course, like any young guy would, I said yes. I was still on the sofa when he leaned over it from behind and handed me the bottleletting his hand slide and pause, on my shoulder. There it was again. That strange jolt of energy I had felt before. Now, it started to occur to me that maybe he was coming on to me. Now it really begin to sink in. That maybe he was gay. That maybe he was interested in me for more than just being his house sitter.
I should of left, but I wanted the beer and honestly, the charge I felt from his touch was somehow becoming addicting. Although, I may not of been totally aware of it, at that exact moment, but I think my body wanted even more of it. Maybe I was curious, or maybe I just needed it. Maybe I just needed that release, any release of that young, pent up sexual urge and frustration. My head tingled and my hair went on end when he sat down next to me. I guess maybe I just wanted to see what would happen.
With the alcohol racing to my brain, his touch was even that much more electric! I felt light headed, almost as if in a dream. Every sense heightened, every nerve raw and sensitive. With his hand lighlty placed on my thigh, my cock reacted. I throbbed with erotic anticipation, there was no way I could of had stopped what was happening. Nor, would I of had wanted to. He stood and turned off the lights. I sat motionless, not even sure I was breathing. My heart was pounding, my cock aching. He slid to his knees in front of me and rubbed my thighs. I didn't look, it felt so good I think I closed my eyes and let myself become lost in the feelings. Lost in the incredible, sensual, feelings.
I don't remember sounds, I don't remember time. I only remember the pleasure of his warm mouth engulfing me, sucking me. The most amazing, all encompassing pleasure as he slowly, expertly brought me to the edge of orgasm, then slowing, then speeding up. He had made me a quivering mass melting at his passionate motions. I was ready to beg for him to bring me over, to let me release. It was if he knew my body better than even I did and took my cock deep just as I filled his throat with my white hot semen. I bucked, I clawed that the couch, I had never felt anything so totally satisfying. I felt so spent, so completely, wonderfully spent.
In the days and weeks that followed, I found that his lust and cravings for my cock and cum were second only to my desire to give them to him. I could cum two or three times in an afternoon and he wanted every drop of it. He never asked anything more of me, until one night, one special night.
I layed there, naked, letting him explore and pleasure me like we both seemed to love. Then softly, he asked, "Do you want to fuck?" I had never, not even with a girl, at least not anal. I don't remember if I answered, but I felt him move on top and straddle me. Feeling his soft cock drag across my belly and come to rest, just laying on me, thick and heavy. I was shocked at it's size. I eyes strained in the dark to see, to be sure. He lowered himself down on me. So tight, my cock was deep inside him as he started to rock back and forth. His hands on my chest, he grinded on me, grunting, breathing heavy, and I no longer felt his enormous cock resting on me. His cock was now rock hard and erect!. I stared, I couldn't look away. His cock's tip seemed mere inches away. He began going up and down on me, then grinding on me again. His tight hole, gripping me, felt every bit as incredible as his mouth. His tight ass was going to milk my cock and I was going to fill him with my seed. Then, I felt his hand on mine.
He took my hand and placed it on his massive, hard dick. I pulled it away, but it was too late. I had felt it's warmth, it's firmness, it's girth and it's power. I caressed it, stroked it and became enamored with it. I immediately felt as if I had to have it in my mouth. I knew then that I was going to be a total faggot for him. I wanted to be, had to be. I continued to stroke him and with my other hand, gripped his waist and held his ass. From that moment forward, as if in an instant, I was no longer content with just being passive.
To be continued...
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