I attended boarding school in New England while in my teens. When I was 14, my roommate dropped out unexpectedly only a day or two after the term began. A new kid named Bobby showed up, and the only open room was mine, so the administrator assigned him to be my new roommate. It was an unusual assignment, since the new boy was only just 12, and they normally kept roommates the same age. The administrator apologized, but I said it was OK; I could live with it. Besides, being older, I could help get him settled in.
Something about him attracted me as soon as we first met. He was tall for his age, but thin. He had sandy blond hair, cut medium length, and lively blue eyes that sparkled when he talked to me. His face was round, with high cheekbones and a button nose. He had on shorts that showed his legs to be long and lanky, with a shape like a young girl. He wore a loose polo shirt open modestly at the neck, and the bone and muscle structure of his neck and collarbone were well defined.
The first night as we got ready for bed, he put on shortie PJs. The top was a pull-over, with a V-neck, and the shorts were quite short, with two snaps at the fly. They were thin cotton, and looked very soft. As he pulled off his boxers to put his PJs on, I noticed he wasn't circumcised, which interested me since all my friends were. I don't think I'd ever seen anyone uncircumcised up close before. His penis was a lot smaller than mine, but pretty good sized for his age. Instead of hanging limply, it pointed out from his body at about a 45 degree angle. The foreskin over the head made it look a little longer than it really was. His balls hung freely, unlike most kids his age whose balls snugged up into their crotch.
I don't know why I was so intrigued, but I kept thinking about how cute he was, and how I wanted to see more of him.
It was a fairly warm night, so just before we hopped into bed, he pulled his top off and pulled just a sheet over himself. Before long he had pulled the sheet back so it just covered his lower body, and soon it was only over his feet. He fell asleep quickly.
I lay there looking at Bobby in the gentle light coming in the window from the streetlight, as his breathing settled into a slow, deep, rhythm. He was out cold. Must have had a long, tiring day. His body was perfect. Not an ounce of fat on him. His stomach muscles defined a clear V as they descended toward his crotch, which was enticingly hidden by the thin cotton of his shorts. I could see a small mound where his penis would be. I longed to look more closely.
Carefully and slowly, I got out of bed. My heart was in my throat. I had never done anything like this. I tiptoed to the side of Bobby's bed and got down on my knees. He was laying flat on his back, arms and legs splayed across the bed, obviously in a deep sleep. Holding my breath, I reached out and gently placed my palm flat over his crotch, and could feel his firm little penis laying over to one side. I was really excited; my heart pounding and my own penis stiff.
He didn't react at all, so I pressed a little harder. I could feel the ridge of his penis head under his foreskin, and his ball sack. With still no reaction, I slowly removed my hand and felt for the snap in the middle of his shorts. I carefully pulled it apart, hoping the sudden snap wouldn't wake him. It didn't. That open, I had almost a full six inch opening from the bottom of the fly to the top snap. With the fingers on one hand, I gently pulled the fly apart. His penis was way at the bottom of the fly, so I pulled down on his shorts a bit to shift them, and the waistband slid easily down his flat stomach.
There it was! His penis and crotch laid out for me to see. It was really neat looking. I gently gripped his penis, and it was warm and firm. I pulled gently, and his foreskin rolled back, slowly revealing the head, which was purple and wet looking. I pulled it back and forth a couple of times, and felt his ball sack, and was so turned on I had to pull my own penis out the fly of my boxers, and began to rub it.
Bobby's penis began to harden. Hard, the head was just visible as it pulled his foreskin partly back. I continued to play with it, and as it got harder I could feel the blood veins, and it felt neat to feel how smoothly the foreskin pulled back and forth.
When it was fully hard, Bobby shifted a little. Afraid he'd wake up, I let go and pulled his fly closed again. I didn't dare snap it for fear it would wake him. I hustled back to my own bed, pulling my boxers down. I lay there jacking off, and was rewarded by the sight of Bobby's fly falling open and his hard penis sticking out, with the foreskin pulled back just enough to see the tip of the head. As his penis slowly softened and the head disappeared under his foreskin, I jacked off wildly, and spurted all over myself for a very gratifying orgasm. Wow, that was neat.
The next morning when we got up, we both headed for the showers. I noticed Bobby didn't seem at all self conscious, undressing and showering nude without trying to hide himself. I of course enjoyed sneaking peeks at him, and particularly enjoyed watching as he pulled his foreskin back to wash under it. His penis head was purple and raw looking; it looked very sensitive.
That night, Bobby got into his PJ shorts like the night before, but didn't bother with his top. When we went to bed, I settled down and pretended to fall asleep quickly, hoping Bobby would, too, so I could touch him again like I'd done before. But before long, I was surprised to hear a soft snapping sound, and some movement from his bed. I could just barely see Bobby out of the corner of my eye, and was amazed to see he was playing with his penis, with his PJs unsnapped and laying open. He must have thought I was sound asleep. He was slowly sliding his foreskin back and forth, clearly enjoying it.
I got an immediate hardon, and had a hard time resisting reaching down for it. It stood up in my boxers like a tent pole, pushing up the sheet over my crotch. If Bobby looked over, I'm sure he could have seen it.
He kept the rubbing up for a couple of minutes, then started to speed up. It didn't take long for him to get tense looking, and his hand was flying up and down with abandon. Suddenly he stopped, holding tight, and I saw a jet of very thin, watery semen launch out of the end of his penis and land on his chest. He moved his hand slightly, keeping the head exposed, and shot several more jets, each one going a little less far than the ones before. Soon, it was just dribbling out, and Bobby lay panting.
He lay there like that for two or three minutes, then I heard the soft rustle of a tissue, and could see him wiping himself off. He had the tissues right at hand, so obviously he had planned this well in advance; his jacking off session wasn't on the spur of the moment. For some reason that excited me.
There was more movement as Bobby pulled his shorts back up and snapped them, then he settled back to go to sleep. It wasn't long before he was breathing slow and deep, sound asleep. I waited for another 15 minutes or so to make sure he was really out, then sneaked over to his bed like I'd done the night before. This time, though, I could see a little wet spot on the front of Bobby's shorts, obviously dribble from the end of his penis; a little leftover semen. I opened his shorts like the night before, and when I pulled his foreskin back and felt the end of his penis, it was all wet and sticky. It was more than a dribble; his foreskin was full of it. I thought I'd cum right then, it was so exciting. I wiped my finger in it and sniffed it; it was a strong pungent smell. Then I tasted it. It was salty and sweet. Holding his penis like that, I couldn't help jacking off, and went to it right there at his side. His penis got a little hard, but not as hard as the night before. It didn't take long for me to cum, and I shot all over the side of Bobby's bed, making a huge mess.
After I recovered, I let go, and went to get some tissue of my own to clean up with.
The next morning, I noticed Bobby's tissue just laying in the trash can. I hung back a bit when he went out, and substituted my own for his, pocketing his wet mass of tissue. All day I could feel it in my pocket, still damp, and when I could, I pulled it out and sniffed it's strong aroma. After lunch I sneaked off to the bathroom and jacked off, holding the tissue to my nose.
That night, I wondered what would happen. Bobby didn't jack off, and when he was obviously asleep, I sneaked over. This time the sheet covered him from the waist down, so I gently began to pull it lower. To my surprise, he didn't have his PJs on at all; he must have slipped them off after he got into bed. He was totally naked. I didn't know what that meant, but took it as an opportunity to feel around his hips, thighs, and crotch without anything to encumber me. It was really neat. When I started to play with his penis seriously, it got hard like the first night. I couldn't help but pull the foreskin back and forth like I'd seen Bobby do the night before; it was really exciting. I guess I got a little careless, because I didn't notice any signs of Bobby waking up, but suddenly, he said, "That feels good."
I about jumped out of my boxers, and immediately dropped his penis. Bobby smiled and said, "That's OK; my brother used to do that to me all the time. Wanna keep doing it?"
"Yeah," I said in a shaky voice. I grabbed his penis again, and continued to jack him off. Bobby lay there with his eyes closed, and when he started cumming, gave a grunt, and he shook. His semen shot out all over him, and I could feel his penis throb in my hand. I continued to hold on as the throbbing died off, and let go when it started to go soft.
I went back to my bed sheepishly, not knowing what to do now. Bobby cleaned up with some tissue, then asked, "Want me to do you?"
"Yeah," I said eagerly, thankful he wasn't mad at me.
Bobby came over to my bed, still naked. I pulled my boxers down, and he gripped my penis. He seemed to have a good feel for it. "You do this to your brother?"
"Yeah. He's 16 now. He started jacking me off when I was 10, and I did it to him, too. Kinda neat, but I've never done it with anyone else. Been too afraid."
He jacked me off expertly, and I had a wonderful orgasm, pumping semen all over myself.
After I calmed down, I asked him why he had taken his PJs off before falling asleep.
"I usually sleep naked when I'm alone at home. When I found one of the snaps undone two mornings in a row, I figured you were doing what my brother used to do to me. I thought I'd make it easier for you." With that he gave me one of his priceless, cheery grins. Wiseass!
I asked him, "How did you and your brother start doing that together?"
"When I was little, my brother used to feel me at night like you did, but I pretended I was sleeping. He'd do it for a while, then jack off. Usually he'd do it lying beside me. He'd be feeling me with one hand, and jacking off with the other. He'd be so busy with what he was doing that he wouldn't notice that I was watching him. I was always fascinated by the white stuff that came out.."
"Then one night, after he went back to his own bed, I decided to try it on myself, so I lay there and rubbed my penis the way he had done. It took a while, but suddenly I felt why he did it. It felt like I was exploding. It was great!" Nothing came out, though.
"I started doing it almost every night, after my brother did it beside me. Then one night he woke up and caught me. I was really embarrassed, but don't know why, since he did it to himself all the time. He asked if I wanted him to do it to me, and I said yes, so he came over to my bed and jacked me off."
"The next night, before either of us fell asleep, he asked if I wanted him to do it again, and I said yes, so he came over to my bed. We both stripped naked, and he felt me for a while, then jacked me off. After he was done, he did it to himself, and for the first time, I could watch openly."
"We did that several times before I asked if I could do it to him. From then on we jacked each other off almost every night, and sometimes played around with each other on weekends if our parents were away. But we were always very secretive about it. I didn't even know for sure that other boys did that, until I felt you playing with me tonight. It's kind of a relief to know."
His story was getting me turned on again, and I could see he had an erection again, too. "Looks like we need to try that again!" I said.
"Yeah," he said with a grin. And we did. After we were done and cleaned up, Bobby fell asleep beside me in my bed, so I just let him stay, and we slept together naked, covered only with a sheet.
The next morning we woke up, and both felt a little sheepish having slept together like that. We played with each other for a little while, but had to get going and didn't have time to get serious. I looked forward to bedtime all day!
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THE PAPERBOY COLLECTS BY ETAN JOHN
"Hi Uh...Mr. Frazier?" the little blond asked as I opened the door.
"Yes, can I help you?" I answered.
My eyes gazed at the boy before me. The kid was wearing tight red nylon short-shorts that hugged him in all the right places, a yellow Tee-shirt that was cut off just below the nipples, white sweat socks, and a pair of high-top sneakers, untied of course.
"I'm Ricky Wood," my pint sized dream boat replied. "I'm your new paperboy, and I'm here to collect for June."
"Well Ricky, some on in." I said as I opened the door for the blue-eyed hunk. "Have a seat while I fetch your money. How much does it come to?"
"Eight dollars and forty cents," Ricky said plopping himself down on the sofa.
"Would you like a coke or something?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm wiped," the kid replied. "A coke would be great Mr. Frazier."
I left the prince to himself and went to get his money and coke. I took a soda from the fridge, and took my wallet from the top of the icebox. My hands were shaking as I removed a twenty. I also noticed that I was starting to perspire. Damn! What this boy was doing to me. He's just a kid you fool! Control yourself!
"Here you go Ricky," I said as I returned to the living room, handing the young stud the twenty. "Keep the change."
"But Mistuh Frazier," the boy said wide-eyed. "This is a twenty."
"I tip well for good service Ricky." I said sitting down next to the lad. "And, by the way, call me Tom."
Young Mr. Wood told me how he picked up the route two weeks ago when his friend, Johnny, quit. Ricky said he just turned thirteen, and would be starting the eight grade in the fall.
While the teenager was talking, I would glance down at the crotch of his skimpy shorts, when I was sure that he wasn't looking at my eyes. That little lump that was pressing against the red nylon was having a delightful effect between my own legs. The baby smooth thighs, and the...Wait a minute! Control Tom! The word is control.
"Uh Mr...um Tom?" the kid said.
I glanced up into the boy's face, and saw he was looking into my eyes. Ricky knew I was checking him out!
"I, uh...think I better be going," Ricky stammered. "Thanks for the tip and the coke."
Before I knew it, the little blonde star was off the couch and out the door. I screwed it up! I scared the boy away for good!
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A month later Ricky was back to collect for July. The young number was wearing those same nylon shorts. Just shorts, nothing else! Mercy! I would have drooled a gallon of saliva if my mouth had not been closed.
"Hi Tom," the youth beamed. "I'm here to collect for July."
I turned to go and get Rick his pay, when he said, "Aren't you gonna invite me in for a coke? It's hot as hell out here, and I'm super thirsty."
MY paperboy was grinning from ear to ear, showing off his dimples. This can't be the same boy who for the past four weeks has delivered the paper, and then jumped on his bike, and peddled as fast as he could out of my driveway, so that the man with wandering eyes wouldn't be able to gawk too much.
The tanned, bare chested teenager led me into the living room, his buns swaying back and forth in their clinging nylon confines. I caught the sweet scent of boy sweat coming off of Ricky which, of course, sent blood rushing straight to my penis. Yes, the kid had worked up a darn good sweat running around, half naked in the July sun, much to my benefit.
"Man, I smell like a cow!" the youth grinned. Ricky was looking right into my eyes as he dropped his small frame into the sofa, spreading his hairless legs in the process. "Maybe somehow I can earn an even bigger tip this time, huh Tom?"
"Sure...yeah," I stumbled. I couldn't help but stare between the thirteen year old's wide spread thighs. Ricky wasn't wearing any underpants, I soon found out, as the tip of his boyhood poked thorough the leg of those tiny red shorts.
"Ooohsssssss, excuse me!" The boy pushed his cock back into it's nylon security, while he looked up at me with a daring smile.
"Uh...let's see," I forced. "Eight-forty, right?"
"You got it Tom," the young stud answered.
I left the room at full mast. The kid knew it too, as I saw his baby blues take a quick glance at my groin, and then return to my eyes, giving me a hot little wink! I was cooked! The hell with self control!
He was not going to leave until he got laid. Who was seducing who here? Last time he was so eager to leave and today he comes half naked, and he's sitting in there right now waiting for me to make a move.
I returned and handed the pretty blond a fifty dollar bill.
"Gosh," Ricky gasped. "Thanks Tom!"
"Don't mention it," I trembled.
"Can I take a shower?" he asked politely. "I could sure use one!"
"Sh-sure," I blushed beet red.
"Ya, wanna shower with me?" Ricky grinned as he gave his basket a squeeze. "Saves water y'know."
"Ah...ah no, I...um showered just before you came," I stammered like I was the teenager. The kid was asking for it, and here I was acting like a frightened child!
"TOM!" Ricky yelled from the bathroom. "Would you dry my back, please?"
"Yeah, sure," I croaked. I thought I would pass out from lust as I went in to dry off the horny teen.
Ricky was standing with his back to me, his nude, pear-shaped boy buns greeting me as I entered the bathroom. I grabbed a soft cotton and started at the top of the youth's shoulders, and slowly worked my way down his lean back. Moving the boy's armpits, I rubbed then dry, which produced an excited giggle from the sexy youth. Going farther south, I came to the kid's smooth, cheeky ass. I encased the little globes in the soft cloth, and lightly massaged them.
When Ricky didn't protest, I began to dry the hot bubble butt in earnest. Slipping the towel in between the milky cheeks, I dried up and down until I was sure that no damp skin remained.
"Mmmmmm," the youngster moaned as I dried his private, pink hole.
I went to my knees and ran the towel down the boy's smooth legs, starring straight ahead at his ass the whole time. I longed to bury my face between those warm and cozy buns.
"Want me to do your feet too?" I asked innocently.
"Sure." Ricky said in a hoarse whisper. "Do whatever you want."
"Turn around," I instructed. The hot teenager was mine! Ricky's cock was hard. All four tasty inches pointed north, and a drop of boy goo clung to the kid's piss slit. It was all I could do to stop from stuffing that young rod into my watering mouth!
I was toweling off Ricky's tummy when I simply couldn't take it anymore. My lust had taken control. I dropped the cloth, and took that throbbing woody into my hand. The boy cock was just inches from my face.
Ricky was leaking his love juice like a broken faucet. A drop of the teen's precum rolled down the head, and along the length of his cock, wetting my hand.
"Suck it," Ricky whispered. "Oh please, suck me off Mr. Frazier."
I leaned forward with my tongue leading the way. "Mmmmm," two voices moaned in unison.
I had only lived on Summer Drive for six short months, and the neighborhood was not what I was expecting. The day I had gone to the open house, there had been a half a dozen boys running around across the street, clad in only a pair of swimming shorts. You see I moved across the street from the local Recreation Center, and the kids were drawn like a magnet to the pool it provided them. When I had mentioned the boys to the Realtor showing me around, he had said that the neighborhood was a real close knit group of families, and that even he was surprised at the boys running around a pair of swim trunks. He continued to say that the boys usually did not bother to wear them and would just run around on the Rec. Center property wearing only a smile. I laughed with him for a minute about the innocence of young boys, then decided to put an offer in on the house. Without going into legal detail here, the house is mine, and for six months I have not seen the boys across the street. On a Saturday morning, while I was sitting in my living room, reading a newspaper, and beginning to wonder if the kids were simply a trick to make me buy the house, there was a small knock on my front door. I yelled to hang on, and went to open the door. I opened the door, and looked down to see a shirtless adolescent boy smiling up at me. "Hey, what can I do for you?" I asked him as casually as I could. "Well, my friends asked me to come over and talk to you." He seemed like he was carrying some top-secret information in that 10 year old brain of his, and seemed nervous to let it go. "Okay, well you can come in if you want to. No use talking to me at the door. What's your name?" "Robert." I motioned the child into my house, and followed behind him as he traced along into the living room. I watched the bright red swim trunks he was wearing crease under his firm ass cheeks as he walked through my home. His hairless legs swept from the bottom of the shorts, into a pair of Nike shoes. He didn't bother with the socks. When he reached my couch, he threw himself down on it, looking as if he was making himself at home. I sat down on the other end of the couch and eyed my beautiful young friend sitting on the couch. "So what are you supposed to talk to me about?" "Well, the kids in the neighborhood have this habit. Before you moved in we used to play at the Rec. Center pool. Sometimes we wouldn't wear our swim trunks. The old guy who used to live here didn't mind us running around naked, but we needed to ask you if it would bother you at all if we ran around across the street with no clothes on." "Hey, it doesn't bother me any, we're all guys right?" I loved this conversation already. I pictured six or seven naked boys prancing around across the street, and pictured myself in my living room window, watching the bodies glisten in the sun. "Great, cause we've been getting kinda tired of wearing shorts around. The only people in this neighborhood are our families, and you, and normally we can just go nude for most of the summer. No one cares, we are all friends anyways." He seemed relieved to know that they could revert to their old ways around the neighborhood. I was content in knowing that I would be able to watch them from my window finally. I did not expect what happened next.
Robert stood up from the couch, and untied the string on his swim shorts. He loosened the elastic around his waist and pulled the shorts down to his ankles, then removed them from his body. He sat back down on my couch, fully exposed for me to see. His beautiful boy-cock hung over a set of perfectly hairless balls. They seemed to be the size of the end of my thumb, and were packaged tightly in his young sack. He was circumcised, and his young manhood was about two inches long soft. I stared uncontrollably at the naked boy before me. "Not used to seeing people naked?" He must have noticed my staring. "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I'm not used to seeing naked boys on my couch quite yet." "It's okay, it took Mr. James a while to get used to it, too." "I think I'm used to naked people, but not to such beautiful young ones." I had to take a chance here. If he went for it, this would be a great step in my life in this neighborhood. If he went against it, he was so young he would probably not even think about it past today. "Uh, thanks. You seem cooler than Mr. James was." The fact that the topic of conversation centered around nudity was beginning a beautiful process on Robert's young body. I could see his boy-cock already at half-attention. It was now laying sideways across the uppermost part of his smooth thigh. He moved his legs a little, to partially cover his forming erection, obviously nervous and embarrassed about the situation. "Don't worry about covering up, it's natural. It happens to all of us sometimes. In fact, I think it might be happening to me too." All these sexually oriented comments were getting me hard in a hurry. I adjusted my expanding crotch. "Well, why don't you take off your clothes, too? Trust me, you'll feel a lot better" I thought he would never ask. I immediately stood and removed my shirt. Then sat back down, took off my socks and shoes, and tossed them aside. Out of the corner of my eye I saw young Robert staring at me as I undressed, now with a full throbbing erection between his youthful legs. I stood once again, and lowered my jeans to the floor. My erection was obvious under my briefs, so I took no shame in removing them as well. I sat back down next to Robert on the couch, and watched as he eyed my rock-hard cock. "It's huge. None of my friend's dicks are that big." He took no shame in staring at my erection. Again, it was time to take another chance. This was the riskiest of all the chances I would have to take. "You can touch it if you want to. I don't mind" That was an understatement, I wanted him to fondle me for hours. "Uh, okay I guess" He leaned a little closer to my body and reached his hand towards my crotch. He made contact with my dick, and a little bolt of electricity shot through my manhood directly into my heart. He took the head into his hand, and moved his hand down the shaft, feeling the length of my hard member. I let out a deep sigh, and he looked up at me. "Does that feel good?" "Oh, definitely, it feels great." He leaned back against the back of the couch, careful not to lose contact with my cock. "Um, you can touch me too if you want to." It took no hesitation on my behalf. I buried my hand in his tender crotch. I immediately grabbed a handful of young erection, and slowly jacked up and down on his boyhood. He closed his eyes and sighed. His hand stopped moving on my erection, obviously he was preoccupied with the feeling coming from his midsection. "Oh, that feels great. Please don't stop." He said the last word in a soft moan as he laid deeper back into the couch. He removed his hand altogether from my dick, and placed it on the hand massaging his sensitive cockhead.
"You want to know what feels really good, Robert?" "Uh huh." He was past the point of being able to use words. I leaned towards his crotch. I could smell the tender youth between his legs. When my face reached his midsection, I opened my lips slightly. I leaned all the way down, and let his hard cock slip between my lips. He let out a loud moan as I sucked his dick all the way into my mouth. I licked up and down the shaft of his small cock. He was visibly in ecstasy. I wet my finger, and slipped it underneath his small balls. He raised his feet onto the edge of the couch, and allowed me full access to his body. I fingered around his hole while sucking on his right testicle. I soaked my finger in the spit dripping off his dick, and slowly slipped it onto his ass. With my finger one-knuckle deep in his virgin hole, he slammed his ass onto my finger. He fully impaled himself onto my middle finger. And began to rock back and forth under me. He was getting very close to climaxing, so I stopped sucking his dick and kept my finger massaging his prostate in his ass. He stirred a little with the feeling. "Will--will you ... fuck me?" "Are you sure?" The last thing I wanted was to hurt him during his first gay sex experience. Although his virgin hole was so tight it gripped onto my finger, and I knew his ass would bring infinite pleasure on my dick. "I'm sure, do it, fuck me," He lifted his knees to his chest, fully exposing the hole which my finger filled. It took no more invitation for me to go to work. I slid off the couch and in between his legs. I licked up and down the crack of his ass. He writhed in pleasure under my sensitive touch. When I reached the hole once again, I pulled my finger out, and replaced it with my tongue. He immediately screamed out in pleasure, as I drenched his virgin hole in saliva to be sure he was nice and slippery. When I was sure he was ready, I moved up into position, and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to his ass. I gripped onto his smooth sides, and pressed the head of my dick into his warm hole. To my surprise it went in quite easily, so I slowly inserted my entire erection into his tight ass. I could feel every beat of his heart as an impulse around my cock as I began to thrust in and out of him. I reached down and began to jack his dick in the rhythm of my slamming. It did not take long for him to reach the threshold. He screamed out and impaled himself onto my dick all the way down to the hilt. He began to spasm under the wracks of a dry orgy. As he climaxed, he twitched and tightened so much around my cock that it sent me soaring over the edge, and I filled his ass with my cream. As I withdrew my wilting member from his tender ass, he smiled at me.
"That was great, I've never gone that far before." He looked sincere in his pleasure. "You are amazing Robert, and you are adorable," He had never looked better than he did laying there, with a small drop of my cum dripping out of his ass. He sat back normal on the couch. I rubbed his balls, then stood and returned to the couch where I had been sitting only minutes before. He dick got soft once again, and he collected his clothes from around the couch area, and stood up. "Thanks again for not caring if we run around without our shorts on across the street," "Hey, no problem Robert. And you can come back here whenever you want, buddy." And with that the scene ended as fast as it had started, Robert walked to my door wearing nothing at all. I watched his bubble shaped ass bounce up and down as he left my house. When the door slammed I put my clothes back on, and dozed off on the couch, dreaming of the activities which may be in the future. God I'm glad I bought this place.
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