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Subject: The Pandemic Houseguest Part 9 The Pandemic Houseguest Part ne By Mitchell Conner Greetings readers. Thank you for being patient for Part 9, I had some travel last week. I deeply appreciate the encouraging emails which keep me motivated to continue on with this story. I’m grateful that those of you who’ve written appreciate my story-telling style. Writing this story has brought my quest to be a writer back to life and has renewed 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 give 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. Author’s note: taking PrEP lowers the risk of contracting HIV but it’s no substitute for common sense and safety. What you read here is fiction � what you do in real life is reality and can have profound results. And on with the story. After a week of Jordan’s alarm going off signaling the impending start of his school day, I just naturally woke up at seven. Pity it was Saturday, but as I opened my eyes I was suddenly glad to be awake. Young Jordan was curled into my right side, using my muscular pec as a pillow. His smooth arm was across my chest, palm down on my left pec, his soft blond hair caressing my right arm, my hand just touching the hairless silky skin at the top of his rounded ass. His deep rhythmic breath alternately heated and cooled the skin on my chest as it traveled over some drool from his half- opened mouth. I laughed to myself for thinking of this as a romantic moment, but it truly was. A week ago I’d have never imagined waking up like this. Now it was another moment I wanted to frame like a picture to remember every moment with this precious man-boy. Jordan had continued to make lunch every day this week. He did his schoolwork, helped with dishes and the laundry. I don’t know if it was to be a good roomie, or to find other ways for me to appreciate him, but I damn well noticed. He was still a smart-ass teen but somehow he managed to make me feel special that I was the recipient of his sarcasm. We ate together, joked and talked about random subjects where I shared what I hoped was wisdom, and he reciprocated with his youthful enthusiasm for life, living, and whatever we’d been up to in bed. We spent evenings cuddled together on the sofa watching movies. ghts were a joyous joining of our bodies, Jordan experiencing new delights and me being reminded of how exhilarating it was to share body and soul with someone I connected with. I purposely kept my mind on the present, not a future where I wouldn’t wake up this way. Jordan had told me he was an honor student, but in bed he was going for his master’s degree. If he was on a chat app it would have read `adventurous teen into getting / giving oral, rimming, nipple play, frottage, and especially kissing.’ If he’d posted a nude picture of himself the app would’ve certainly broken the internet. But I kept it honest. Last Thursday night Jordan had pounced on me as soon as we were in bed. “Are you sure?” I’d asked him, as I had many times as much for his permission as my comfort zone. “Yes, and I know why you ask me that.” “Really?” “Yeah. `Cause you care about me. Even when I feel like I’m gonna explode and gotta jump on your old man bones you don’t just use me. You make love to me.” I’d smiled at his insight and how he kept me comfortable with our pairing. “You make me want all of you `cause I can feel that you want all of me.” I leaned up to kiss my insightful romantic boy but he put a finger out to stop me. “And also… don’t let it go to your head but you’re right.” I smiled and Jordan wagged his finger at me. “Hey now!” “Okay, right about what?” “That what we do isn’t like porn. A week ago I thought that’s what sex was like… but now… you gave me so much more…” he paused, voice cracking, his eyes moist. “I don’t know how to say it so let me show you.” What followed on that Thursday night was pure magic. But there remained what he’d asked me for every night. `Put it in me’ had given way to `make love to me,’ and I could tell he was emotionally ready. If my pinched bruised tongue was any indication he was ready down there as well. His hairless tasty teen-ass was going to be a flexible yet tight fit. As I pictured our bodies finally joined I felt my man-cock start to throb, so of course I put my left hand around it The wet tip was because I’d been thinking of Jordan. I squeezed the hard rod a few times, not wanting to disturb the teen-boy cuddling into me but needing to acknowledge its stiffness. Jordan’s rhythmic breathing did its trick and as I replayed the week I fell back to sleep. Weekday mornings I’d become used to seeing Jordan’s bare-assed boy- melons flexing as they walked away from me to get ready for school. I opened my eyes to a much closer view now, as they hovered just above my face. The tight dark rosebud winked at me every time Jordan’s upper body adjusted to his head bobbing up and down on my sensitive seven- point-five-oh-er as he straddled me. This was not an alarm setting I’d ever seen on my iPhone. I reached up and gently grasped each melon and pulled the pair down to my face so that the treasure in the valley landed on my waiting tongue. I tasted Jordan’s familiar essence spiced with the salty remnants of dried cum from last night’s coupling while my tongue twirled into his tight hole. “Oh daddy!” Jordan moaned as he shuddered, announcing his pleasure with my tongue drilling. He reciprocated by increasing the tempo of his now-talented sucking. The teen was going for his doctorate now as he skillfully circled the base of my cock with a finger and thumb while using his other fingers to press and massage my taint, all while holding himself up with one arm as he kept straddling me. The first time I’d done that to him he’d actually squirted a jet of cum down my throat�a lesson he’d obviously committed to memory. Of course the only thing to do was return the favor by putting my determined tongue to work on his taint along with a little light chewing to wind him up tighter. He responded by tilting his hips and dragging the tip of his pre-cum dripping teen-cock back and forth across the cleft in my chest in search of pleasurable friction, each return stroke pushing his taint and rosebud onto my welcoming tongue and hungry open mouth. Lifting him up I caught sight of his tightly contracted hairless boy-bag and knew from a week’s experience he was on the road to the big `O.’ I lowered him down so that I licked his balls then slid his pulsing teen-rod into my mouth. He immediately started fucking my mouth as he grunted with each stroke. Jordan had made considerable progress in the art of sexual multi-tasking and didn’t neglect my man-meat in the least. Each stroke into my mouth was accompanied by a vacuum swallow of my hard rod on his part. I gently pushed my thumb into the teen’s spit-lubed ass and he kicked his face- pounding into high gear as his moaning went up an octave. Not to be outdone, Jordan’s right hand slid down between my legs onto the bed so he could support himself as he reached back with his left hand and firmly grasped, twisted then pinched my left nipple. I moaned deep and long� Jordan had told me it made him crazy when my throat vibrated around his cock. By this point we were both just along for the ride, our practiced moves physical evidence of a much deeper connection that valued the other’s pleasure more than our own. “Unghh… unghh… unghh…” went the first of a series of grunts as Jordan’s salty sweet seed flooded my mouth with a huge load. I was concentrating so closely on his slippery-smooth cock that my own release snuck up on me and suddenly I was spewing my offering into Jordan’s waiting mouth. We froze in place momentarily, nursing on each other, until I wisely rolled us onto our sides, still connected but no longer in danger of collapsing and choking on spent cocks. With stereo `plops’ we released our partners and laid out on the bed, our right hands finding each other to hold, still breathing deeply from our horizontal workout. “Wow,” Jordan summed it up succinctly. “Hmm,” I agreed, not ready to form words or sentences. After a comfortable few minutes I sat up, pulling on Jordan’s hand so that he’d be up as well. Our momentum continued into a hug, then a deep kiss. “I taste boy cum,” Jordan giggled. “It’s the best taste in the world,” I added. “Yeah, not like crusty old man cum,” he joked. As I went to tighten my hug-grip on him for payback he twisted away, jumping off the bed and landing cat-like on his feet. His still-chubbed-up cock bounced as a small line of cum dripped down from the tip. I quickly reached out and swiped it into my hand, which I brought to my mouth and licked clean. “Yum! Leftovers!” I cried. “You are so gross sometimes!” he exclaimed in mock disgust. “You don’t say that when I’m eating your butt!” I responded in defense. Jordan’s eyebrows went up as his eyes opened wide, signaling an impending verbal payback. “That’s `cause this is the best ass you’ve ever had, Daddy!” he bragged, turning around and wiggling it at me just out of reach. “You think so?” “I know so! And if you ever want to taste it again you better agree with me,” he warned, looking back at me over his right shoulder. “Okay, you’re right. Your little round boy butt is the best that coach has ever tasted!” I volleyed back, daring to use porn-speak in retaliation. “Ewwww!!! Porn talk!!! konyaaltı kendi evi olan escort Porn isn’t real! My daddy told me that!” A wise man knows when to surrender, especially when dealing with Jordan, so I just smiled and shook my head in amazement at the teen-boy monster I’d unleashed. We showered together, managing to avoid adding any discharge to the draining water and suds, but emerging with matching towel hooks sticking out from our groins. I threw on a pair of shorts and went to the kitchen. As I was laying out the eggs and food we’d have for breakfast I felt Jordan gently nudge my right side so I’d give him some room at the counter. I felt only skin and when I looked there he was in the nude. I furrowed my eyebrows and tilted my head as a question. “Can I please?” he asked. “I never get to go naked at home… and I don’t have school today.” “Okay but don’t fry bacon that way,” I retorted. Jordan tilted his head then raised his eyebrows as he understood the damage hot grease could do to his sausage and eggs. We were an efficient team in the kitchen and soon bacon, eggs, toast, coffee and juice were ready and on the table. After we sat I saw Jordan fiddling with his lap and peaked around the table to see what he was doing. He’d folded his paper napkin into a small pyramid so that the peak was above his perpetually chubbed teen-cock. When he lifted his head and saw me looking he smiled bashfully like a child caught playing with his food, my food actually from in bed this morning. About halfway through breakfast “Born That Way” sounded on his iPhone signaling a call from mom. “Good morning! How are my boys?” Judy greeted us�as a couple? “Great! I mean… it’s horrible… but breakfast is okay…” Jordan stumbled in reply. “It’s okay son, I know you like it there so you don’t have to act any more… and I hope you’re working hard in school.” “I am Mom.” “Good `cause that acting thing isn’t gonna be a good day job for you.” “Mom!” “Dean, are you still making my boy sweat?” Judy abruptly queried with another double-edged sword of a question. “Um… yes… he’s doing very well in the gym,” I got out just as I remembered last Tuesday’s incline bench `exercises.’ “Jordan honey, stand up and show me those new muscles!” Judy requested. Jordan’s eyebrows rose to new heights as his face blushed in the realization that he was sitting there naked on a video call with his mother. “Aww Mom, that’s so embarrassing in front of Dean,” he moaned a bit theatrically, trying to throw her off the scent. “You sure you’re not just too sore to stand up from all that exercise Dean’s giving you?” I was glad I hadn’t taken another sip of my coffee as it would’ve been sprayed onto the table. Jordan sat there, silent for once. “Do you know what today is?” “No,” we both replied. “Typical males! Can’t remember an important date. It’s your one-week anniversary!” Both our jaws dropped when we heard her, as we scrambled for a coherent reply to her unusual observation. “I hadn’t really thought of it that way,” I commented. “Yeah, especially since it seems a lot longer having to live here with this guy,” Jordan volleyed back sarcastically. As I gave Jordan the evil eye Judy continued. “I have an anniversary present for you two. I’m having a full Italian dinner sent to your home! You get your favorite spaghetti Jordan! And if you keep your hands away from the eating area you might even get to keep your fingers, Dean. You’ll even get chocolate cake for dessert!” “Thanks mom!” Jordan gushed, looking pleased in anticipation of our `anniversary dinner.’ “I appreciate it Judy, that’s very kind of you,” I added, smiling, but noting her use of the term `your home.’ That woman really knew how to lead me on. “It’s the least I can do for my boys. So Jordan, I guess I’m not gonna get a free show of those new muscles?” Judy said, as though she knew the show would be free of clothing. “Mom!” Jordan whined. “Okay honey. Time for me to sleep. You two have lots of fun today,” she said, and I swear that the word `fun’ was stretched out in emphasis. “Love you Jordan.” After a moment she added, “Jordan?” “Love you too mom,” Jordan replied, still the typical teenager being forced to admit he loved his mom in front of the guys. Jordan and I looked at each other, each contemplating Judy’s true meaning and how he’d narrowly escaped getting caught with his pants not just down, but off. First I chuckled, then Jordan, until we were both laughing together. “Happy Anniversary, Daddy,” Jordan said in the midst of a giggle. I just grinned at him as I pondered my lack of anniversaries in the romance department, then I remembered something I wanted to know. “Jordan, I’m curious about this `daddy’ thing. I’m cool with it, but I never really asked you what it means to you.” “Well it doesn’t mean I want you to be my father,” he responded, cutting right to the chase. “I already have one and it didn’t work out so great.” I nodded in understanding, glad to confirm he wasn’t looking for a father substitute. “I already knew I liked you and one day online I saw stuff about types of gay guys. Of course I’m a twink! But when I read what a daddy is… it fit you perfectly. An older guy who’s mature, handsome, and sexy.” “Aww, you’re sweet,” I cooed. “Yeah, you’ve definitely got the older part down,” he joked back. I made to get out of my chair for an attack and Jordan changed his tune. “Okay! I swear to God Dean… don’t let it go to your head… but you’re hotter than what I saw that day… and now I’m living here with you…” he paused, then abruptly added, “so when are you going to… make love to me?” I smiled at both his compliment and determination to lose his virginity with me. Then I remembered something else I needed to discuss that was a bit more delicate. “I want to Jordan…” is all I got out before Jordan jumped out of his chair and wiggled his way onto straddling my right leg and leaning into me. For once he didn’t say a word, just hugged me. “But we need to talk about… umm… getting ready… for something like that,” I stumbled as I tried to bring up how to be prepared for what he wanted. “Oh, you mean cleaning my butt?” Jordan abruptly surmised, ahead of me by miles. “Dean, remember that internet thing? It covers that and some other stuff too. Are you on PrEP?” “Umm… yeah… I am…” I stumbled at his verbal ambush. “Good. I kinda figured you were since I know you had visitors here sometimes.” In response to my raised eyebrows Jordan added, “It’s okay. That was before you knew I was the right boy for you.” “You certainly have a wealth of knowledge,” I commented, stunned. “Yeah, but what I want is a wealth of experience,” he responded, contracting his legs and ass on my knees before adding, “With you… down here.” Once again I was amazed at the man-boy in my lap. Only he could comfortably discuss clean safer sex without making it gross and turn it around into asking me when he’d get what he wanted. “Soon,” I said mysteriously and for once Jordan just smiled and let it ride. We did the dishes together and divided up the chores. As I was cleaning up my office I looked up to the familiar sight of Jordan in the doorway. “I want to talk to Raf,” Jordan said, as though asking for permission. “You don’t need to ask me,” I replied. “Umm… what I mean is… I want to talk to him… about us,” he explained. “Oh… hmm… Jordan, you know…” “Raf knows how to keep a secret. He has a daddy. He understands. He’s my best friend and I… want him to know how happy I am,” he gushed. I realized that I needed to either trust Jordan or walk away. “I’m not comfortable with that but…” I paused upon seeing Jordan frown then continued, “I trust you. Please talk to him about how you feel and maybe leave out every detail of what we do?” I suggested. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him how much I love it when you eat my butt, or the way you make me cum so hard I think I’m gonna pass out, and you know why?” “Umm…” was all I got out before Jordan answered his own question. “Because I don’t want to have to fight the bitch off when he tries to come take you away from me,” he concluded, giggling as he got out the last few words. I smiled at the precocious teen as he turned and left to go call his friend. Moments later I walked to the kitchen for some water, and as I headed back to my office I saw that Jordan was video chatting with Rafael in the living room. “So tell me all about it!” Rafael said. “All I’m gonna say is that I’m the happiest boy in Ventura,” Jordan told him. “Please! I tell you,” Rafael pleaded. My phone rang and I answered it. “Hello?” “You saw him didn’t you?” Jordan said to Rafael, “So whatever you can imagine it’s better than that.” “That sounded distinctly boyish, Dean. Did you order in?” came the response on my call. I recognized it was my best friend Paul and quickly walked to my office. “That’s my… for lack of a better term, roommate.” “Go on,” he less-than-subtly probed. “He’s the son of my neighbor, Judy, who’s a nurse. She’s working the virus ward and he can’t stay with her at home so she asked me last Saturday to keep him here for a while,” I explained in one breath. “So you’re telling me that out of the kindness of your hard-on you’ve taken him in? Isn’t that the stunningly cute blond boy from next door that I saw when I visited a few months ago? A bit on the short side for me, but right up your alley.” Yeah, that’s him.” “I thought you’d made a no-unzipping-the-fly zone for neighbors?” “I did. He’s just staying here for a while. On the sofa… sleeping I mean… I’m…” “A complete liar.” “That obvious?” “How long were we together?” “Long enough for you to know when I’m lying. “Is he your Devin?” “Umm…” “You never told me anything but the boy’s name when I asked you about your first.” “It was too painful.” “But you told this boy the whole story?” “Yes.” “Wow! I always knew that if you finally told someone all of it you’d found true love.” “I wouldn’t say that…” “As you wish. Just remember konyaaltı otele gelen escort that denial is a river in Egypt and it won’t wash away your feelings. Confession is good for the soul, Dean.” “It just… happened… he… umm… stayed in my bed… and…” “You tried to fight him off but your muscles were no match for a skinny teenager,” Paul joked back. “Pathetic I know.” “It’s not pathetic. You’ve been alone for too long. I’d probably be more concerned if you told me he ran around your house naked and you just sat there doing nothing about it,” Paul said as though he’d witnessed our breakfast. “Please tell me that he ran around your house naked, I’m running out of jerk-off material at night.” “Umm… yeah… he does… err… did.” “I’m happy and jealous all at once. Other details you’d like to share?” “He’s amazing.” “Sounds serious. You finally told someone the whole Devin story, he’s amazing, and he runs around naked in your home. How old is this boy?” “Fifteen.” “Wow! So marriage is out, but there’s always adoption.” “Paul!” “Hey, I was always the practical one in our relationship, just trying to help you sort things out.” “Thanks,” I retorted sarcastically. “So what about the mom,” “That part’s kinda strange. I get the feeling she’s figured it out but that she’s cool with it.” “She gave you her blessing for bedding her son?” “Not directly but…” “I shouldn’t have to remind you what happened to our friend William.” “You’re right,” I acknowledged, recalling an acquaintance who’d gotten himself into legal trouble with a sixteen-year-old he’d picked up in a park. “But that was a little different.” “Yeah, the boy was a year older than yours.” “He’s not mine.” “That’s not what I’m hearing. Look, I just called to find out how you were doing and now I find out you’re shacked up with a sexy boy riding out the pandemic on your mattress. Just promise me you’ll be careful, okay? “You got it. How are you faring?” “Just fine. Howard’s in the other room re-organizing the spare closet, which after weeks of isolation still doesn’t have enough room for him to go back into so I don’t have to look at his face for a while. So yeah, I’m okay.” “Glad to hear it Paul. You’re a good friend,” I said. “I’m your best ex, you mean,” Paul corrected. “That you are. Take care,” I closed. “You too,” Paul replied as he clicked off the call. As I left my office towards the kitchen I overheard Rafael on Jordan’s phone. “Okay, I understand chico [boy]. Just so long as you’re happy with that sexy papi [daddy]. But if he ever hurts you I swear to Jesus I will cut a bitch!” “He won’t. He’s everything, Raf… just everything,” Jordan said dreamily, and I smiled at his response to his friend. A few minutes later Jordan found me in the laundry room, folding up dried clothes. He walked up next to me and picked up a pair of his underwear from a stack and held them up to me. “Did you enjoy them before they got washed, daddy?” he inquired with a smirk. “Not as much as the boy who was inside them,” I responded slyly. Jordan’s eyes grew wide as he realized I’d volleyed back this time. Then his stomach growled, announcing that it was time for lunch. “I think it’s time you got dressed, Jordan. I’ve got a plan for lunch. Front door in five minutes,” I instructed. Food is a great motivator for teenaged boys, so Jordan was right on time. He wore khaki shorts that showed off his tan, toned legs, and an olive- green short-sleeved t-shirt that was fitted without being tight. He was gorgeous. After we picked up some roasted chicken, flour tortillas, salsa and soft drinks we made our way to a local park that had somehow escaped being closed due to the pandemic. Fortunately for us we were the only ones there and we were able to use one of the few picnic tables that were still serviceable. I’m pretty sure laying out the food took longer than Jordan eating his share of lunch. “I’ve never been to this park before, have you?” Jordan asked. “Actually, I have.” “How did you find it?” “I knew about it from before… a long time ago,” I explained, my voice trailing off as my thoughts turned to my youth. “But you only moved here six months ago… what do you mean a long time ago?” Jordan probed curiously. “This is the park.” “The park?” Jordan queried, confused. “The park… a long time ago…” And then his eyebrows rose as he put it together. “This is the park you and Devin went to?” he concluded excitedly. “Yes.” “You mean you grew up here? In Ventura?” “Yeah.” “And you never told me?” “It just never came up.” “Never came up? But that’s kinda big news!” He exclaimed, shocked, then remembered my story. “So this is where you guys said…” “I love you,” I concluded Jordan’s sentence without considering what it meant standing alone. The words floated in the air like a child’s big soap bubble as we waited for it to pop. Jordan blushed as his lips formed a bashful smile and I wondered if their movement was a silent `me too.’ We just looked at each other for a moment. “Yeah, right, what you said… to Devin,” Jordan clarified, as though wanting it to be a declaration intended for him. “Uh-huh… Devin… right,” I stumbled in response. Jordan reached across the table and placed a hand on top of mine. “I never told you how special it made me feel that you told me about him.” I could feel my eyes moisten up at Jordan’s compassionate words. “I know I’m not him but sometimes it’s like you and me are… two boys being together… and it’s so…” Jordan trailed off, unable to finish. “Amazing,” I finished for him. “Yeah,” he said profoundly. It was one of those perfect moments that needed no more words. We took a hike around the park after lunch and didn’t say much. Whenever I’d catch Jordan’s eyes he’d give me a shy smile, as though caught in the act. I’d react the same way, like we were two bashful boys caught up in a heated crush on each other. On the drive home Judy called to chat with Jordan. I could only hear his responses but it sounded as though all was well and he signed off with a cheery `I love you’ to his mom. “She wanted to remind us that dinner will be delivered at five,” he informed me. I liked him saying `us.’ When we got home Jordan took it upon himself to put away his folded laundry while I did likewise. We busied ourselves with a few remaining chores until the doorbell rang at five. I brought in the bags, which contained enough food for a small party, let alone dinner for two. The warm rich aroma of freshly cooked Italian food wafted through the house from the kitchen. “I’m going to… umm… clean up,” Jordan announced. I smiled as I thought he’d likely found the little cleaning bottle I’d left him on the counter in the bathroom he used. It reminded me that we were moving towards a major event but I distracted myself by preparing the dining table for our `anniversary dinner.’ Once preparations were made I went and took a quick shower and put on jeans and short-sleeved button-down shirt. Jordan came out of his bathroom wearing only a white towel and my mind returned immediately to the start of our week together. “Wow! You look so handsome like that!” Jordan exclaimed. “What’s up?” “You forgot already? It’s our anniversary!” I explained. Jordan stood there and rolled his eyes, while I tried not to stare at the top of his pubes sticking above waistline of the low-slung towel. “Please wear pants and a shirt to dinner,” I advised him. “Not like breakfast.” That earned a cheeky grin as I turned and walked to the kitchen. I had readied the meal when I heard a door close in the hallway. I found wearing teenager-appropriate fitted jeans and a black short-sleeved shirt with the top two buttons undone, exposing a pleasant expanse of his smooth leanly- defined chest. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” I said, stepping behind him. “The surprise I want means I shouldn’t have these clothes on,” he teased. “Come with me,” I requested as I put my hands over Jordan’s eyes and walked behind him towards the dining room. “Oh I do want to come with you,” he giggled, not letting it go. When we got to the dining area I took my hands off Jordan’s eyes. “Wow! This is so… romantic… everything… ahhh,” he exclaimed, for once at a loss for words upon seeing the dimmed lights, candles and place settings. “What? You thought we’d eat off paper plates in front of the TV for our anniversary dinner?” Jordan turned and buried himself into my chest as he pulled me into a hug. I felt his head lift and I leaned down so that we could kiss. It was tender, loving and said so much about the teen-boy I held in my arms. I seated him at the table and we went about enjoying Judy’s catered anniversary dinner. The flickering candles perfectly illuminated Jordan’s angelic face. “Is this… umm… wine?” Jordan asked, lifting a glass of chilled white Chablis. “Yes it is,” I said, picking up my glass as well. “I think you’re old enough to enjoy a glass with dinner. A toast to my roomie!” “Cheers!” we toasted, lightly clinked our glasses. I took a sip, while Jordan took a gulp. The teen’s screwed up face at encountering what was likely his first taste of alcohol was priceless and I had to use every effort to avoid laughing. He managed to swallow it in a manner far less graceful than he’d done with my man-seed offerings through the week. “So that’s… wine… okay…” he commented, setting the glass back down on the table, where it remained until after the meal. “I like this. It’s like you’re trying to seduce me,” he abruptly commented a few moments later. “How do you know that word?” “The internet Dean, we’ve talked about this. But you don’t have to do anything like this: you already know I want you.” “That’s not the point, Jordan. The internet doesn’t always tell you the whole story. Sure it can tell you what a word means, but not what it means to another person. You’ve made it obvious from the first day that you wanted me…” Jordan cut in with, “But you were kinda dense, you have to admit it.” “Maybe, but my point is I never want to treat you like someone konyaaltı rus escort who isn’t special, or I just assume will be with me. That’s the point of candles, of romance, because without it…” That’s all I got out before Jordan leapt out of his chair and threw himself onto my lap and dove in for a deep kiss. “Oh my God! Is this what it’s like to feel special?” he enquired excitedly when he came up for air. “Now who’s kinda dense?” I shot back. “I used to watch you and want you so bad… for sex… because that’s all I knew… but now… I want you so much more… for everything…” was all Jordan got out before he shuddered, followed by a small sob. “Are you okay?” “Yes… these are happy tears you idiot… but you still can’t tell anybody… I have a reputation to protect… and it’s your fault… candles… so fucking sweet to me…” “That’s the easy part Jordan. “I’m not that easy,” he mumbled into my chest. “That’s for sure!” “Hey!” he exclaimed, tilting his head back to look at me. I kissed the teen-boy so he knew I was teasing. “You make me feel so good I think I’d let you do anything you want to me right now,” he confessed. “So is this the right time to say I sold you to that iPhone factory?” I asked with mock seriousness. Jordan gave me two evil eyes. “Or the circus?” I added, going for broke. “Keep it up mister and all this won’t be yours,” the sexy teen-boy said, wiggling his ass on my legs. “Oh, I intend to keep it up boy,” I retorted. “I love it when you call me boy, Daddy,” he lobbed back at me as he pulled himself in for a seated hug. Later, we both got a laugh out of dessert. Judy had evidently instructed the restaurant to prepare a couple of individual decadently delicious dark- chocolate cakes, each with a frosted “Happy Anniversary” on top. No DNA testing needed to confirm that she and Jordan were related. After dessert and some cleanup we ended up sitting on the sofa wearing only comfortable shorts, cuddled up with each other watching “Love, Simon” on the television. Jordan explained to me what while it was a movie about two gay boys falling in love, he watched it because he thought the actor playing Simon’s father was `a hot daddy.’ By the end of the movie I was sitting sideways on the sofa with Jordan cuddled between my legs leaning back on my chest, my arms around his bare torso. My partially inflated cock rested against his round boy-butt, while he had a hand casually gripping a large bulge in his shorts. “These make great pillows,” he said, wiggling his head on my pecs as though re-arranging their stuffing. I flexed each pec and Jordan theatrically rolled his head side to side. “Now they’re hard!” he whined in complaint. Then he reached behind his butt and grasped my shorts-clad hardening cock. “So’s this.” I lowered my head and moved my lips up his neck to just below his ear and gave him a kiss. Jordan shuddered and his hand gripped his own cock harder. “Dean… you make me feel so good… so special… thank you.” “You’re welcome, Jordan.” “Do you still like having me here?” “What do you think?” “I think dirty thoughts a lot, daddy,” Jordan whispered in a husky voice. “Then I think it’s time for bed, boy.” “You called me boy…” he started, then stopped for a moment. “But it’s only nine o’clock, isn’t that a little… wait… you want to…” “It’s time, Jordan. I mean, if you still want to…” “Still want to? What kind of question is that to ask me? Or him?” Jordan exclaimed as he moved his hard-on through his pants. “Abso-fucking-lutely I want to.” Jordan then turned around, put his hands on either side of my face and kissed me passionately. “I want you. In a whole different way than I wanted you before. I want you so much… please don’t make me wait any longer,” he begged. It finally felt right. No more hesitation, no more second guessing, just a desire to give this beautiful teen-boy what he’d been patiently asking for. I felt both honored he’d chosen me and hard, so fucking hard. “I want you too, Jordan. But I’ve met him,” I said, nodding down towards Jordan’s hard cock. “He only has one eye, he spits a lot, and his head has no brain.” “Perfect match for you then, right?” “You are,” I replied, pulling him in close for a hug and a kiss on his sensitive neck. “Oh my God Dean,” Jordan cried. “Now you’ve got to make love to me or I’m going to explode!” We adjourned from the sofa and held hands as we walked down the hallway. Jordan elected to take a quick shower as I detected a bit of nervousness on his part. As for me, I was like a teenager waiting for his prom-date to come to the door�assuming the prom date was the school’s star quarterback. I put on a pair of underwear that had just enough room for my getting-hard cock, knowing that Jordan would enjoy seeing the bulging briefs. I set out a bottle of lube, a condom and a cum-rag on the nightstand to complete my preparations. I pulled down the covers, dimmed the lights and lay on the bed, hands behind my head, waiting, reviewing images of Jordan I held in my mind and feelings that had been reborn this past week. A few minutes later Jordan emerged from the bathroom. His blond hair was still damp but neatly combed back slick, highlighting his face and giving a preview of how his boyishly cute looks would grow into a manly handsome appearance. A few stray drops of water fell down his lean yet muscular chest and hairless torso leading my eyes to the white towel slung low on his waist exposing the top of his sparse pubes, a large bulge pushing out the fabric below. My crotch twitched and without thinking I reached down and grasped it, feeling a wet spot at the tip of my man-meat. Jordan glided towards me, like some kind of low-flying teen-boy angel coming in for a landing. He dropped his towel and kneeled on the end of the bed, his hard teen-cock jutting out in front of him, bobbing as he moved up. His half-lidded lustful eyes looked hungry as he lowered them to look at my underwear with a tilt of his head. Off came my briefs as I complied with his non-spoken request, my cock slapping my belly once freed. I shuddered at the thought of being eaten by this ravishing boy. Jordan crawled so that he was straddling my body then gently lay down on top of me, skin-on-skin, boy-on-man. I put my arms around him and grasped his smooth round butt as he pushed his hands under my shoulders so he could grip me. He kissed my neck gently, making me quiver and I returned the favor. Our lips joined and we kissed deeply, tongues battling for supremacy in a match we’d both win. I reached further down and ran my fingers through the hairless crevice separating both of Jordan’s boy-melons, detecting a bit of slippery lotion he’d applied after his shower. That allowed my fingers to slide then twirl around his rosebud, each swipe eliciting a moan and hip thrust as he drove his hard teen-cock into my stomach. He moved his left hand behind my neck so he could keep kissing, and used his right hand to bring out the kryptonite: nimble fingers playing with, twisting, and pinching my nipples. I moaned deeply into Jordan’s gaping mouth as my nervous system sent jolts down and through my painfully hard cock. After a few minutes he was sliding around my pre-cum lubricated torso. I used my grip on his firm round ass along with one of his hip thrusts to slide him off me to land face-down on the bed. I quickly rolled over and lowered myself to butt level, pulling each mound aside to reveal my target then dove in. I tasted boy-skin and a bitter trace of left-over soap. Jordan made to lift up, possibly wanting to get into a `return the favor’ position but I held him flat; this was going to be about him. Holding him open like that I was able to slightly penetrate the tight little dark rosebud with the pointed tip of my tongue. As I pressed against it, it teased back by opening junst a bit then slamming closed on me. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of his cleft and firmly yet gently pried his oyster open a bit more the attacked with the full tongue-fury of a horny man bent on taking a boy’s virginity. Jordan’s moans had risen in volume and octave as I rimmed him deeper and deeper, until I was certain that he’d shortly begin howling like a dog in heat. I pushed my body up and flipped Jordan onto his back, moving my knees up so that his legs split like a frog, bending him in half. I leaned over him to grab the condom and he put his hand around my forearm. “No. Don’t. I want you.” “But Jordan…” “I trust you, Dean. I know you’re taking PrEP. We talked about it.” “But…” “Please, for my first time, I want all of you,” he begged, looking into my eyes. “Close your eyes little boy, let daddy get ready to make love,” I said, purposely avoiding an answer. Jordan acquiesced to my request and I suited up, hoping that in his mind he was getting what he wanted while I demonstrated some responsibility. I put Jordan’s ankles over my shoulders and squirted out a dab of lube on his dark boy-bud, which winked at me when the chilled liquid landed. Leaning forward a bit I lined up my oh-so-hard man-cock and laid it into his sacred valley, sliding it up and down, over his taint and tight starfish. I looked down to see Jordan’s lower lip tucked in behind his upper front teeth as he moaned with his eyes closed. I gently pushed my seven-point-five-oh-er against the teen’s rosebud I’d tasted moments ago. I alternately pressed against and teased his virginal entry until finally I felt it give way slightly. I held in place, knowing that what I did next would determine the type of memory Jordan would hold about his first time. With as much control as I could muster I moved micron by micron against his guarded gateway, his muscles slowly surrendering to me, the rosebud blooming, the pleasure he’d dreamed of so close now. I slid slowly into the hot velvety tunnel of his tight boy hole. As I advanced bit by bit my cock twitched in time to Jordan’s anal contractions. “So good… so good…” Jordan cooed, telling me he wasn’t in pain and emboldening me to go deeper. A few inches later I ground to a blissful halt as I pressed against his round boy-melons, my cock pulsing pleasurably in the confines of the teen’s core. I hadn’t felt this level of sexual and emotional euphoria in years and I knew right then that Jordan was my boy and everything else was just details. Jordan reached up and pulled my head down for a kiss, then extoled me: “Love me daddy,” he whined passionately. “Love your boy.” And so I did. END PART 9

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