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Subject: The Pandemic Houseguest Part 5 The Pandemic Houseguest Part Five By Mitchell Conner Greetings readers. Thank you for waiting � I hope your patience will feel rewarded with this installment. 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 help with that problem by reading stories like this and other even better ones. Bob donates generously because it’s the right thing to do. Be like Bob. To those that emailed me: thank you for the encouragement and kind words. I’m humbled by how much you’re enjoying this story. Comments welcome � I haven’t written anything for fty in years and am suffering from cabin fever, so this is my Rx. “Wow!” Jordan exclaimed, not a hint of sarcasm or teasing in his voice. “That must have been…” he paused, searching for the right word, then concluded with, “wonderful.” “It was… for a while,” I responded with a catch in my voice, a bit surprised that talking about my teenage gay relationship wasn’t resulting in any kind of negative reaction. “A while?” Jordan questioned, his eyebrows furrowing. “Yeah,” I replied flatly. “What happened? Did you guys break up or what?” “He… uh… um… it didn’t work out,” I stammered, then sighed, unable to share the real story with Jordan quite yet. I felt Jordan’s arms go around me and now I was the one with my head buried in a comforting chest, albeit a very lean teen-boy one. “Hey, it’s okay Dean,” he said comfortingly I held still, enjoying the closeness, smelling Jordan’s teen-boy aroma, which brought back more memories of Devin. I felt Jordan’s hand on my chin, lifting my face up so we were eye-to-eye. “Tell me the story,” he inquired in a sweet, caring tone, a stark contrast to the Jordan I’d been experiencing that weekend. “I’ve… never… uh… told anyone before,” I said shakily. “You can tell me. Please Dean,” he pleaded, his voice sincere. And so I shared my love story from so many years ago. I told him it started when I’d met Devin at age twelve. Devin had moved into a house just down the street. We’d become instant best friends and started Junior High and High School together. Then I told Jordan about my first time rolling around with Devin on his bed. It was hard to not to notice Jordan’s hard cock tenting his shorts, a confirmation of my 5:00am memory that the boy was gifted for his age. When I told him about our shower together Jordan was openly gripping his large-for-a-teen-boy cock through his shorts. Seeing Jordan hard told me that he was not the least bit homophobic, and was perhaps even on my team. It made me feel okay to continue sharing my untold memories. “So you guys were boyfriends by then, right?” “Yeah, I guess you could say that. Right after Devin’s sixteenth birthday in July he got his driver’s license. I turned sixteen a week later but my parents held me back, said they weren’t comfortable yet with me being able to drive, especially on my own.” “Something my mom would probably do,” Jordan groused. “Well now, most teenage friends would hold that license to freedom over their friends. Not my Devin. He went out of his way to make sure I was included whenever he was allowed to go out for a drive. It was mostly to run local errands for his parents, but man we felt so free! No more walking or riding our bikes. It was great! Devin was really safe, so both our parents were cool about us driving around. We’d go to Dairy Queen, get a chocolate dipped cone, then drive to the park,” I recalled enthusiastically. “So… um… what did you do at the park?” Jordan asked, his voice filled with innuendo. “We talked about our plans for the future… and held hands.” “And…?” Jordan pressed, clearly looking for more juicy details. “Okay, sometimes we’d kiss if we were sure nobody was around.” “Yes!” came out along with one of Jordan’s fist pumps. Yep, I thought, Jordan’s pretty much gay. “I still remember the day Devin told me that he loved me,” I continued, my voice getting a bit shaky with emotion. I felt Jordan squeeze my arm as he heard this part. His warm smile was comforting. “I tried to answer him, but I was kinda in shock. I almost blew it because Devin started to look nervous like maybe he’d said too much.” “Did you tell him? Did you?” Jordan asked anxiously, as though hoping for a `yes.’ “Yeah of course. But I was so shook up all I could do at first was whisper it back to him. `I love you too,'” I said, whispering those same words again. Jordan was beaming after I said the word `love.’ “Devin was such a joker, kinda like you,” I continued, seeing Jordan smile as he nodded his head. “He pretended he couldn’t hear me and kept saying `What? What?'” “So I shouted `I LOVE YOU!’ at him. Then I totally freaked out because we were in the park and people could hear. We both looked around and saw we were the only people around so…” “You kissed?” Jordan asked, eyes wide in anticipation of the answer he wanted to hear. “Yes! We made out for like five minutes!” I answered triumphantly, proud of my past bravado. Jordan squeezed my arm again with one hand, and made a small fist bump while wearing a satisfied grin. Yep, I thought, gay. “From then on that summer we’d go get our ice cream and then drive to the park. We usually held hands but if we felt really brave we’d sneak in a kiss. But something had changed.” “What?” Jordan asked suspiciously. “We started talking about our future�together. We were going to go to konyaaltı kendi evi olan escort college together. I was going to study business or advertising, and Devin was this math-brain who was going to study accounting. We were going to go into business together in LA, where we could be free to live our lives openly, make a lot of money, buy a house… and have sex whenever we wanted. Devin made up that last part but I sure liked the idea.” “I like this story,” Jordan commented, his left hand once again rubbing the front of his shorts. “A week after Devin told me he loved me, we got home from the park and both his parents were gone. His sister was away at some kind of sleepover summer camp. They’d left a twenty-dollar bill and a note that it was their date night and told us to use the money to order pizza. They weren’t coming back until later that evening. I remember we just looked in each other’s eyes and knew it was time.” “Wait! So… did you guys fu…” Jordan started to ask, curiosity getting the better of him and shedding any doubt he was a gay teen boy. I interrupted him before he could finish. “We didn’t fuck. We made love,” I told Jordan. “What’s the difference?” he asked, unsure of the distinction. “When you love someone and you do that, fucking is kind of a cheap word to use. Fucking is just sex with someone. Making love is being with someone you really care about and sharing yourself completely with him,” I explained, purposely using the word `him.’ “I think I understand,” Jordan said, nodding his head slightly. “But, I mean, did you… go all the way?” “Yes, we did. Both of us,” I replied, emboldened by the knowledge I was sharing this story with a real-life warm-blooded gay teen. “Wow!” Jordan said admiringly. “What was it like?” “It was the best ever. Like jerking off times a million,” I answered using the exact same words I’d used with Devin to describe how I felt after we’d consummated our love. “So what happened then?” “I spent the night.” “And…? More sex?” Jordan asked, as I noticed his hand gripping his cock through his shorts. “Yeah, of course” I answer dreamily, vividly pornographic images of Devin flashing through my mind. “And then?” Jordan pressed. “We had one last trip to the park. We didn’t really talk, just held hands.” “Last? But you guys were…” “Soulmates. I didn’t know that word back then, but that’s what we were.” “But why did he leave you?” Jordan inquired, sounding as though he didn’t like where my story was going. “He didn’t… leave… Jordan… this is hard to talk about,” I responded, my voice choked up. “Please.” Jordan hugged me closer as he quietly pressed me to finish the story. “Okay.” I took a deep breath and continued. “A day later Devin asked me to go to the store with him for his mom. I was gonna go, but my mom wouldn’t let me. She told me we needed to go shopping for new school clothes for me.” Jordan stroked my hand as I took a few breaths. This was going to hurt. “When we drove back… and got… close to home… I saw… a… police car in… uh… Devin’s driveway,” I said, completely choking on the words as I tried not to cry. “My mom stopped and… uh… I ran back to Devin’s house. The front door was open. I… uh… went into their living room. A cop was standing there… Devin’s mom and dad were crying.” I said brokenly, as a tear rolled down my cheek. “I asked them `What happened?’ `Where’s Devin?'” I said, in the same scared excited voice I’d used that horrible day. “His dad came over… put his arm around me and said… `Devin’s… gone.’ I… I… didn’t want to understand at first. I didn’t want it to be!” I stammered, trying desperately to hold it together as more tears fell down my cheeks. I heard Jordan suck in a breath of air as he grasped what’d happened to Devin. “It’s okay, let it out, poor boy,” Jordan said to me shakily, like a parent comforting a child. And at that moment I was a child, dredging up the worst memory of my best friend. A few moments later I’d calmed down enough to continue. “Devin was killed on his way to the grocery by a truck that ran a red light. Both Devin and the truck driver were killed instantly,” I said mechanically, as though reciting a report.” “I remember… I locked myself in my room for days… barely made it out to the funeral… started bawling like a baby halfway through the service. Later that day Devin’s father came over. He gave me… an envelope and… told me to open it. It was… filled… with pictures that Devin had taken of us… together,” I explained, my nose running, adding to a few tears running down my cheeks. I took a deep breath and continued. “I started crying worse than at the funeral. Devin’s dad held me pretty much like you are now,” I added, acknowledging Jordan’s comforting embrace. Jordan smiled warmly at my mention, his hazel eyes moist, a single tear falling from his left eye as he held me, doing his damnedest to console me. In that moment I was acutely aware of Jordan’s right arm around my shoulders. I felt a tingle as the warmth of his skin touching my neck radiated his compassion for me. “Devin’s dad told me that he knew about us.” “Oh my God!” Jordan exclaimed in a whisper, as I felt his body tense. “Yeah, I was scared, but then he said it was okay, he understood.” Jordan’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Yeah, I was really surprised, but he told me he and Devin had a long talk a week before and came to… an understanding. I’ll never forget what he said next. `If my boy had to be gay, then I’m happy he found you. You were good for each other.'” Jordan’s lips were pressed together, eyebrows furrowed, his moist eyes blinking rapidly, fighting the forming tears. “I… uh… never saw a grownup cry before. When he said `Now I’ve lost my boy,’ I thought I was gonna die… `cause I’d lost my boy too.” I tried to hold it in, but when I looked over at Jordan his lower lip was quivering, tears starting to fall and I just grabbed him and held on as we both konyaaltı otele gelen escort quietly cried together. I remember coming to the realization that this was the real Jordan I was holding, no longer hidden by the teen bravado he put on to survive in the real world out there. His comforting embrace told me that I was likewise free to be myself in his presence, even if it meant crying about love lost and buried years ago. The last thing I recall was holding Jordan as we calmed down and fell asleep holding each other on the sofa. I woke up an hour later, emotionally drained but feeling somehow cleansed. Maybe finally telling my story to someone had released some of the pain I’d carried all these years. Jordan was snuggled into my side, his head on my chest. I stifled a chuckle as I looked down at the beautiful teen and saw a damp spot on my shirt next to his face�he was a sleep drooler, albeit a cute sexy gay one. So what was I going to do with that new knowledge? Yesterday I’d found myself thrown together with my cute, smartass, neighbor boy. Tonight I’d figured out I was isolated with a sarcastic yet compassionate, warm, sexy gorgeous gay teen. `When in doubt, sleep on it,’ I told myself, reminding my inner little devil that `it’ shouldn’t be Jordan. “Jordan,” I said gently, trying to push the boy into a sitting position. “Jordan.” “Nooooo,” he whined, snaking his arms around me and holding on. “Want to sleep.” “You can, but we gotta get up and pull out the bed for you.” Any thoughts about the warm fuzzy side of Jordan were put aside as he gave me an evil eye only an adolescent boy can muster. “Come on, I’ll help,” I said, standing up while Jordan still hung on being dragged to his feet. It’s best that I couldn’t translate Jordan’s grumpy mumbling. The bed was quickly made and I started to head to my bedroom when by instinct I stopped, turned around, and held my arms open. Jordan shuffled over and gently pulled himself into a hug, his embrace flooding me with different feelings this time, as I felt a stirring deep inside. I rested my chin on top of his tousled blond hair, and smelled a day’s worth of active teen- boy, a fragrant mixture of sweat and Jordan’s earlier sexual arousal as he’d listened to the good parts of my story. Without thinking I kissed the soft hair on top of Jordan’s hair. I buried my face into those blond locks as I felt Jordan tighten his hug at the same time. We stood there kind of swaying for a few moments, lost in new feelings. “Time to shower and sleep,” I said to the top of Jordan’s head as I released my hug. Jordan didn’t reply, just shuffled off to the gym, probably to get something to wear to bed. I went to my bedroom, stripped, and took a nice relaxing shower. I was pure jello when I got out. The evening had taken a lot out of me and after I dried off I laid down on the bed intending to get up in a moment to put on some shorts. I remember the sound of the shower starting in the other bathroom and wondering if Jordan was going to let off some tension from the evening, then I must have fallen asleep. It was a strange dream, hearing the blinds rattle and thinking I’d left the windows open and I must close them, but the world was moving around and I couldn’t get up. I came to and quickly realized it was a mild earthquake, right about the time it stopped. I was about to get up and check things out when my bedroom door burst open and Jordan came running in. He dove onto the bed, jumped on top of me and held on, his body shaking with fear. “Hey Jordan, it’s okay. That wasn’t a very big one, we’re fine,” I said, trying to comfort him. He lifted his head and looked at me with fright. Then his eyebrows furrowed as he turned his head and looked down my body as we both realized I was naked. “Well that’s a big one,” he said, slightly moving his hips for emphasis. “Um… Jordan… I’m… uh…” I stammered. “Naked, yeah I get that.” “So, uh… you should get off… me… I mean… oh fuck, you know what I mean,” I said, my attempt at speaking a total loss. “Hey, no biggie, I sleep naked at home,” he said, as though this was a perfectly normal moment in his life. “But I can’t sleep alone now. Earthquakes scare the shit out of me,” he added earnestly. “But I’m naked.” I could see the wheels turning in Jordan’s head but would’ve never guessed what he did next. Jordan gently lifted off of me, careful not to put a knee into my chubbed up manhood, stood up next to the bed. My eyes went wide when he pulled down his underwear, kicked them off and announced, “No problem Dean! Me too!” I opened my mouth to speak but was stunned by the sight of this gorgeous teen boy standing at arm’s reach next to my bed, the soft light from the bathroom providing perfect illumination. He was perfectly formed, with slightly prominent pecs above a flat stomach wearing a clearly defined starter six-pack, those cum-gutters leading down to a thin crest of curly light brown pubes providing a little shade for a chubbed up five inches of promising boy-cock. His lean legs flexed as he stood there, looking down at me looking up at him. “My eyes are up here, Dean,” he said, this time without sarcasm, only invitation. “Jordan… you’re… uh… beautiful. But… this isn’t a good idea.” “I want to be your Devin.” “Jordan… I don’t want you to be my Devin,” I said, and upon seeing him start to frown and much to my own surprise quickly added, “You can be my… Jordan.” I let that sink in for both of us for a moment before announcing, “Look, you can sleep here tonight, but just sleep, okay?” With a triumphant little closed lip smile Jordan got into bed, pulled the cover over us, spooned backwards into me, and pulled my left arm around him into a side hug. He gave a contented sigh as I felt him kiss my hand. Jordan had to be aware of my now hard cock pressing between us, but he didn’t acknowledge it. I laid there, soft unblemished skin pressed up against me, his soft hair caressing my upper chest as I listened to his breathing become konyaaltı rus escort deep and regular. Jordan was asleep, and as I reveled in the feeling of a sexy naked boy lying next to me I joined him in slumber. This time I had a different, more pleasurable dream. Something was rubbing my cock and it felt wonderful, so good that I woke up. Jordan was moving his hips back and forth, his smooth round ass moving against my now rock-hard seven-point-five incher. I lay there, feigning sleep, knowing where this could lead but unwilling to stop it or think too deeply. I realized then that I wanted to see how it played out, just as I had a long time ago in Devin’s bedroom. Jordan reached back, moving his hand between our naked spooned bodies, pulling my cock down and guiding it into the cleft in the space between the tops of his lean silky-skinned legs. Pushing in I felt the valley between the smooth orbs of his perfectly round ass, then the small closed bud of a hole slid by as my wet sensitive head came to rest against his hairless taint. My whole body shuddered as I reveled in a long forgotten moment of intense closeness to another boy. I dared becoming a willing participant as I reached around in front of Jordan, trailing my fingers up his silky smooth legs. As I felt up his velvety round bag in passing he jerked his hips back, moving my cock in a hard stroke against his taint and hole, and into those balls I’d just touched. My hand continued up and met his fist, slowly pumping his favorite toy. I nudged my hand against his and he gave up his most treasured possession to me as willingly as he’d placed my cock into the pleasurable confines between his strong leanly-muscled legs. As I closed my hand around his hard pulsing spike he let out a groan and I confirmed my observations from his 5:00am show: Jordan was indeed very gifted, and likely sported close to seven inches of pre-cum spouting teen- boy cock. As I adjusted my grip, Jordan started stroking up and down into the hole I’d created with my fist, the small amount of soft fuzz above his cock bottoming out on my hand with each arc. As his hips moved with each stroke, my cock was likewise pushed back and forth across his silky taint and puckered hole and into the back of his ball bag. Jordan made a mewling sound, like a kitten wanting more attention. I was happy to provide it. As I adjusted my rhythm to add more power to each thrust, Jordan started moving faster. Wanting this to last, I tightened my grip on his cock so that he could barely move. The smart boy got the message and held still for a moment as we caught our breath. When my cock stopped pulsing as fast as my heartbeat I slowly started moving again with slow, sensuous strokes pushing up against Jordan’s pre-cum lubed taint and over the tight rosebud. As my hand came to the top of his hard spike I’d rub my thumb up and over the slippery wet head. “Oh my God, Dean… Please… Put it in me… fuuuuuck meee,” he pleaded. God knows I wanted to, so badly that his passionate request made me shudder in response. “I’d love to more than anything right now, but you’re not ready.” “Please,” he whined urgently. “Remember what I said earlier about fucking?” “Yeah?” he asked, continuing to stroke his cock into my hand. “I don’t want to fuck you, Jordan. I want to make love to you, when you’re ready, so you can remember it as the best thing ever.” “Like jerking off times a million?” he asked, eagerly. “Yeah, like jerking off times a million,” I concurred, my heart bonding with him because he remembered. I buried my face in his now sweaty blond hair as that moment from my past came back, flooding me with joy. “Promise?” he lustily demanded. “Yeah. Promise,” I agreed, surprised at how easily I’d given in to his request. When I leaned in and kissed his neck to seal the deal, Jordan groaned and started thrusting into my fist again. There was no halting him now, his powerful urgency to cum unstoppable in the onslaught of the new feelings he was experiencing with me. I felt powerful as I realized I was the one driving him to these new heights. I felt humbled that he would choose to go there with me. I felt an attachment I hadn’t experienced in years that I couldn’t articulate, but knew beyond words it was the attraction I’d felt towards Devin years ago come back to a new life. As Jordan thrust, my cock moved in his cleft and I joined him in running to a massive release. I heard Jordan grunt, then felt his rigid cock pulse three time as his wetness filled my hand. I moaned as I gave in to a blinding white light orgasm that had me pumping into the boy like a machine in high gear as I spilled my seed around his contracting rosebud. I felt Jordan’s heartbeat against my arm around him, and mine pulsing against his back. Our rapid breathing slowed as we came down from new shared heights for both of us. We laid there for a while as our seed cooled and the reality of a sticky mess finally called us to return to the real world. “Stay here,” I said to Jordan as I extricated myself from our coupling. I went to the bathroom, soaked up a washcloth and grabbed the towel from my earlier shower. I returned to the bed, and stared in wonderment at the beautiful boy angel lying in my bed, arms and legs splayed out, drying cum glistening around his now soft cock. Sweaty blond hair framed his beautiful face. His half lidded bedroom eyes and lusty smile were anything but angelic, a testament to the feelings he’d experienced tonight. I added another visual memory of Jordan to my mind. He lay there passively, following my movements with his hazel eyes as I gently cleaned him up like a messy child. It took more than a few swabs of the wet washcloth to get all of the cum off him, and I had to use the towel to take a stab at wiping up the sizeable wet spot on the sheets. After I’d returned the towels to the bathroom and done a quick splash cleanup on my own splattered groin, I returned to bed. As I lay down next to the boy, I started to say something to him. “Jordan…” “Thank you,” he interrupted. “I… uh…” “Shhhh… Go to sleep Dean,” he said, saving me from spoiling the moment, trailing off in a whisper, “…a million times better.” Jordan pushed me over onto my left side and then snuggled up behind me, draping his right arm over me. The warmth of his skin and heartbeat against my back lulled me to sleep as I kissed, then hugged his hand into the cleft in my muscular chest.
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