Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2008 14:02:28 -0800 (PST) From: Rob Hoek Subject: Boy at My Door (1) Boy at my door By Storyguy22 I shifted slightly in the comfortable recliner, and turned the page in my book, the pounding rain outside only half registering on my preoccupied mind. The book was the latest offering from my favorite author, another page turner depicting the heroic efforts of the hero to thwart terrorism upon the USA. The writer had a definite knack for catching the reader up in the action, and I had already inhaled well over half the book in just a couple of hours. A lazy but pleasant way to while away a stormy Saturday, and I glanced at the hypnotic flames that danced behind the glass in the woodstove, grateful for the pleasant warmth that filled the silent house as I returned my attention to the book. A few minutes later my reverie was suddenly disturbed by the sound of my doorbell, and I frowned at the interruption, wondering who in the hell would be out and about on such a blustery day. I put a book marker inside the book, and set it on the side table as I rocked down the recliner, and got up. I crossed to the front door, and swung it open, and stared in mild shock at the half-drowned teenage boy who stood there dripping onto my doormat. My initial reaction was that the boy was around fourteen years old, and that he was stunningly cute, albeit more than a little bit disheveled in his soaking wet track pants and a hoody sweat shirt that must have weighed about twenty pounds given the amount of rainfall it had absorbed. He was slight of build, and maybe about 5' 9" with a peaches and cream complexion that was enhanced by the bright flush of cold that painted his smooth cheeks. Despite his sodden condition, he gamely fixed me with a dazzling smile, his perfect teeth gleaming in the dim light of the soggy day. I let my eyes travel over his lean body, and my gaze paused at his crotch where the soaked satin material clung saucily to the well defined tube of young cock that decidedly made him male, possibly even in spades. I forced my gaze back to his dark eyes, and smiled back at him, my earlier absorption in the very good book suddenly forgotten. He flashed me the Brad Pitt smile again, and launched into this spiel, saying in a still slightly youthful voice, "I'm sorry to disturb you Sir...my name is Nolan Lewis...I'm a freshman at Kennedy high where I play on the basketball team, and I am going door to door today in an effort to raise funds for our team to participate in the upcoming championship series that will be played out of town which means that each player needs to raise money for the costs of the trip...if you think you might be interested in helping me out, I have a variety of discount coupons from local merchants that I could explain for you...?" His smile alone would have been sufficient to motivate me to raid the contents of my wallet, and if that hadn't done it, a closer look at that enticing bulge at his center definitely would have done it, and quite possibly even tempted me to go in search of my checkbook, and maybe even my credit cards. All those thoughts ran through my demented mind in a flash, but instead of verbalizing the offer, I said, "Well hi there Nolan Lewis...I'm Rob...and I am very much impressed with your level of motivation to the cause to be out in this horrible weather...you are soaked to the skin, and probably going to end up with double pneumonia...I really think you should come inside and stand by the fire...dry out a bit, and get warm!" That got me the dazzling smile once more, and I stepped back slightly, sweeping my hand across the entry way to enhance my offer to come inside. He gave a strong shake of his lithe body, tiny droplets of water scattering in all directions as he eagerly stepped into the foyer as I closed the door against the cold. He shivered again, and I watched a small puddle form on the tile at his soaked tennis shoes. "Oh, shit...!" he blurted, "I'm really sorry about the wet...I didn't realize how soaked I am...I better just go back outside...!" I chuckled at his outburst, and again let my eyes travel down to that bulging crotch as I shook my head, and told him, "Don't worry about it...a little fresh rain water won't hurt the tile...and you really are going to be sick if you don't dry out, and warm up some...how long have you been out in this mess anyway?" He grinned again, and shrugged his shoulders as he told me, "Pretty much all morning actually...it was only sort of showering when I started out, but the last hour or so it has been really a lot worse...but I figured since I'm not being picked up for another two hours I might as well keep going...actually, the donations have been pretty slim so far, and I really need to raise some money for the trip." He was pretty much constantly shivering now, and I noted that the puddle at his feet had about doubled in diameter as the twenty pound hoody continued to drip heavily. He reached up and peeled the hood off his head, and I had my first clear look at his cute face. His hair was coal black, a longish style that hid his ears, and it too hung limp and very damp, plastered against his skull with errant bangs pasted to his smooth forehead. He looked sheepishly at me, and shivered strongly, so I suggested, "Look Nolan...we've only just introduced ourselves I know, but damn boy...you are soaked to the skin, and obviously freezing as well...and you really can't just stay that way another two hours or you will end up in the hospital, seriously...now I have a suggestion...I live here alone, and I have this great fire going in the stove...how about if you go and get out of those wet things and have a hot shower while I put your clothes in the dryer, and brew up some coffee, or hot chocolate or something...?...it's really no trouble for me, and it might just save your life..." He batted his long eyelashes at me a few times while he thought it over, and I could see his interest in getting back to a warm and dry condition in an expression that was mixed with some apprehension at the thought of using some strangers shower. I watched his internal debate for another several seconds, and then he kind of shrugged his shoulders, shivered, and then turned his head as he sneezed loudly. "See...?" I said, "it's getting to you already...come on Nolan...not to worry dude...just come along to the bathroom...I'll get you a towel..." Without waiting for a response, I gripped his soggy elbow, and steered him sown the hallway to the guest bath, and urged him through the door. He moved along stoically enough, not saying anything, but clearly not resisting me either as he stepped into the bathroom. I opened the cabinet, and took out a large bath towel and set it on the vanity as I told him, "There you go Sport...now, get those wet clothes off and pass them out to me so I can load them in the dryer...have your hot shower, and I'll see you in the kitchen...you want coffee, or hot chocolate?" He batted those brooding eyes at me again, then flashed the killer grin as he replied, "Man Rob...this is really nice of you...and, uh...you have any whip cream for the chocolate?" I laughed, and shook my head, thinking of the "cream" I would love to have him supply for my chocolate as I said, "Nope...but I have some of those baby marshmallows if that will work for you...?" Another wide grin and his pink tongue slid out to glide over his lush lips as he answered, "Baby marshmallows...oh yea...that works for sure...!" I motioned with my hands for him to get with the stripping program, and as much as I really wanted to just stand there and watch this little hottie get naked, I turned, and pulled the door closed behind me, then waited in the hallway for him to pass out his clothes. After a couple of minutes the door peeled open a couple of inches, and his bare arm and shoulder appeared, the dripping tack pants and sodden hoody bundled in his hand. I took the bundle from him, and then let out a low groan as a pair of very small red briefs fell to the floor. "What...? Came his anxious inquiry from behind the door, and I prayed he would just throw it wide open to see what had made me groan. Sadly he didn't answer my prayer, but I had no trouble at all visualizing him totally naked in my bathroom. In reply to his concern, I answered, "Nothing...just dropped your hot little undies is all...not a problem...I got `em now." And I did too...holding the damp little swatch of soft cotton in my hands I lifted it to my face, and buried my nose into it, inhaling deeply the distinct boyish scents that wafted from it. Oh, man...I knew that I definitely had a hard on, and I wondered if my little guest did too. "OH jeez...!" came his obviously embarrassed reply from around the door, my remark about his "hot" little undies apparently not going unnoticed. I chuckled, and headed off to the laundry room as he closed the door, and I heard the shower turn on. I chuckled again as it occurred to me that now there were two things in my house turned on, the shower, and me. At the dryer I snuck another couple of deep sniffs of the boy's little undies, and then I hooked my fingers into the elastic band and held the tiny garment up for inspection. Very sexy indeed, I decided, and very much non-typical for most fourteen year old boys I had ever encountered...interesting...the boy seemed to have some degree of flair for sexy things, and I hoped to have the opportunity to test the depth of that interest before our little encounter came to a close. As I stood at the stove stirring the pot of chocolate that I had mixed, I eagerly awaited the boy's arrival. I had deliberately not provided him with any kind of clothing to put on after his warming shower, and I could hardly wait for him to appear in just a towel, or, with a whole lot of luck which I wasn't really counting on, but it was a nice thought, naked. I didn't wait long, maybe another five minutes, and I heard him moving into the kitchen. I looked over at the arched doorway, and damn near gasped out loud when I saw him standing there looking slightly awkward and shy, but decidedly warmer than when I last saw him, and more importantly, a whole bunch more exposed! I deliberately looked him over from head to toe, and I paused in both directions when my hungry gaze encountered the obvious bulge of his treasure where it pressed against the towel he had wrapped around his slender waist. He caught me of course, and his creamy smooth cheeks flooded with color as he glanced down at his barely covered center, apparently aware of the source of my interest. He was even more delicious looking with his sweet face flushed both from the blushing, and the recent hot shower. His torso was lean and solid looking, kind of a swimmer build I decided, and the only sign of hair on his body was a narrow strip of darkness that descended from his cute little navel to disappear behind the towel. I forced myself to turn away and retrieve the marshmallows from the cabinet as I told him, making an effort to keep it light, "You know, Nolan, I'm thinking that if you had started your door to door efforts wearing what you have on now, you probably would have collected more money than you need before it started to rain." Turning back to the stove I watched his blush grow slightly brighter, but he also grinned, and kind of chuckled as he took my meaning. I motioned him to the bar stools that were arranged in front of the island I was standing on the other side of, and he moved forward to take a seat as I carefully watched his boyhood swing behind the towel. Now, my personal experience with fourteen year old boys is sadly limited, but, I was willing to bet the ranch that this kid was packing, and I silently set a goal to find out if I was right about that. He climbed up onto the stool a bit awkwardly, but the damn towel stayed mostly in place and the only flash of skin that I got was a brief exposure of a well formed inner thigh as he settled aboard. He watched me dump a ton of the marshmallows into the hot chocolate, and then he smiled shyly and finally made a comment on my remark regarding his meager covering as he said with a small laugh, "Well, maybe not with nothing but this towel...but...maybe I should have just gone door to door, like, in my undies that you think are so hot...at least it would have been lighter than that soaking wet hoody..." I laughed, and then agreed completely that his wearing nothing but the tiny briefs would have indeed guaranteed a huge success for his fund raising efforts. I poured the steaming and overly sweet chocolate into a pair of large mugs, and set them up on the bar, then walked around and settled on a stool next to Nolan. He picked up his mug, and took a long pull of the warm liquid. He set the mug back on the bar, and turned toward me, and I laughed at the wide chocolate mustache that painted across his lush upper lip. His pink tongue slid out, and he swiped at the smear, wiping it away, and then he fixed his dark and brooding eyes on mine as his cute face assumed a serious expression. He batted those long lashes a few times, and then inhaled deeply as he said, "Uh..Rob...can I ask you something?" Holding his steady gaze, I nodded my head and told him, "Sure Nolan...ask away...I'm pretty much an open guy...not much throws me." He let out the breath slowly as he seemed to be in some minor debate about whether or not to pursue whatever was on his mind; and then he plunged ahead as he asked, his youthful voice cracking slightly, "Are you...um...I mean...are...shit...are you gay, Rob?" Without hesitation I nodded, and replied, "Yea Nolan...I am gay...why..?...are you?" He gave a little shudder, and ran his hand through his soft hair as he sucked in another big breath, and then said, "I don't actually know for sure...maybe so, I think...but...shit...how do I know for sure...?" I gave that a minute...thinking about the best answer to lay on him, and then I told him, Well dude, it's kind of one of those things you just feel, you know...?...like how you know you like the color red, but hate brown...see what I mean?" He nodded slowly, and I could see his wheels turning as he chewed on that. A silence ensued, and I didn't want to abandon this line of conversation so I said, "Have you had any kind of experience with guys Nolan...?...or with girls, for that matter...?" He shook his head, and a few strands of his soft hair fell across his forehead as he answered, "Not really...kissing a few times is about all...but man...I think about...like, all the time...it makes me crazy sometimes!" "Kissing is a start...was that with a girl, or boy?" "The only actual kissing I did was with this girl who sort of likes me...but...oh jeez...there are some boys that I'm, like, always thinking about kissing like that...and...well, other stuff too, you know?" "Yea Nolan, I do know...I was your age once too, after all...so yea, I know exactly what you are feeling...and you know what dude...?...as hot as you are, I wouldn't be surprised if those boys you think about are having similar thoughts about you..." He snorted, blushing again, and then he rolled those eyes up to look at me as he kind of croaked, "You think that I'm hot...?...wow...!" "Smokin' hot actually Nolan...I have a serious thing for guys your age...but it's not something that I am able to indulge very much...too dangerous, you know...the legal thing and all...but it's pretty much always on my mind, you know?" He sighed heavily, and nodded, then said, "Yea...for sure...it's always on my mind too...I mean, like, wondering how all...that...might feel like to do...with a...guy...!" He acted like there was more he wanted to say, but he went quiet again, and the growing sexual tension between us was growing like early Spring weeds. I decided to push the envelope a little, and I reached out and placed my palm on his smooth chest, stroking his silky skin very gently and slowly as I told him how attractive he was. He jumped when I touched him, sucking in a breath as he dropped his eyes to watch my hand move over his warm smooth skin, and he muttered under his breath, "Oh golly...!" He made no move to escape my touching him, so I continued as I told him how nice his skin felt, and how nice his body was. Whatever was going through his mind, his young body responded to my touches, and in seconds his boyhood was fully rigid, and nearly escaping the towel that covered it. I let my fingers brush over his tiny and slightly puffy nipples a few times, and he sucked in more air as the nubbins went stiff under my fingers. "Okay, Nolan...?" I asked quietly. "Jeez...yea...for sure...!" Encouraged, I let my fingers trail down over his soft tummy, and I traced the narrow line of fine hair from his tiny navel down to the edge of the towel. His erection was standing tall under the towel, obviously as hard as a steel rod, and I continued my downward exploration until my hand rested on that pulsing boyhood, and Nolan gasped loudly, and blurted, "OHHhhh Fuuuuuck...!" I gripped his erection then, closing my hand around it's surprising girth, and I squeezed and released it several times as he began panting, taking rapid and shallow breaths as I massaged his more than ample pride and joy. "Are we still good here, Buddy...tell me to stop if you want...?" I told him. His head wagged side to side quickly as he blurted, "YES...!...NO...I mean...oh God, Rob...jeez...please...don't stop, okay...?...please...don't...stop!" Deciding that I had already crossed the line sufficient to end up arrested should the boy decide to suddenly freak, and scream for help, I took the plunge and grabbed onto the towel that concealed the treasures I desperately wanted to see, and touch, and taste, and I yanked it free from his body, and let it fall to the floor. Nolan kind of grunted as I disposed of his meager covering and it was my turn to utter a groan as his sculpted boyhood sprang free of all confine. My earlier suspicions were confirmed in a heartbeat as my astonished eyes settled onto a fully man-sized erection jutting forth from a shock of jet black pubes, arching upward at a nearly ninety degree angle. It was absolutely beautiful, I thought, easily six-plus inches in length, and as thick as my own, and his plump scrotum swelled between his smooth thighs, the hairless pouch swollen with the weight of his balls. He was circumcised, and the wide knob of his cock head was purple with excitement, and it glistened in the bright light of the kitchen as his flowing juices oozed from the tiny slit at its center. I stared at it in awe for a moment, and then closed my hand around the pulsing rod, and began milking it up and down as I told him, "Oh Nolan...wow...you're cock is beautiful...perfect, and so big...God...it's amazing!" His lithe body had tightened as I had grasped his erection, and now, as I stroked it, he relaxed, the breath whooshing from his lungs as he released the tension, and settled back to savor the new sensations he was awash with. "OHHhhhh man...wow...that feels...awesome...!" he hissed, his eyes locked onto my fist pumping his rigid shaft. I moved my free hand to his scrotum, and ran my fingers over his plump nuggets, and his milky thighs instantly parted to allow me better access to his fully primed jewels, and as the taut sac dangled freely, I carefully cupped it in my palm, hefting it as I gauged the weight of his young sperm makers. He was panting freely, and uttering short little grunts and groans, and I swiped my thumb over the knob of his drooling cock, spreading the copious precum across the sensitive head. He gasped loudly, his slim body going all tight again, and it occurred to me that the payoff was not far off, given his abject excitement. Letting go of his throbbing boyhood, I quickly dropped to my knees in front of him, and then circled the base of his cock with finger and thumb as my head moved forward. The fresh and boyish scent of him flooded my senses, and I swiped my tongue over the slick knob of his dick several times, my taste buds reacting to the tartness of his flowing juices. I swabbed it several times as I resumed pumping the shaft, and then I slid the entire beauty into my mouth. "AGGgggg...OHHhhhh...FUUUUCKK...!" he yelped loudly as I began bobbing my head over his thick boyhood while my fingers worked the base, and I explored his balls with my other hand. His hips bucked, matching the rhythm of my sucking, and my slurping sounds only added to the mind bending excitement both of us were feeling. His taste caused my mouth to flood with saliva, and I savored his incredible freshness, and youthful taste. I felt his fingers tugging at my hair, and then his hands clamped firmly against my head as he forced my head down onto his pulsing erection, and his hips bucked sharply forward as he bellowed in a loud and cracking voice, "Arggg, shit...gonna cum dude...!" And that is exactly what he did a split second later. His wide boyhood spasmed inside my mouth, and a heartbeat later it erupted, a torrent of warm and creamy boy nectar jetting into my mouth in powerful spurts as he yanked nearly painfully on my hair with each ejaculation. God, it was an absolute thing of beauty, and utterly delicious, to savor the warmth and creaminess of his offerings. So completely fresh, and very nearly sweet tasting, so different and so much better than any adult semen, and I prayed he would keep producing the tasty stuff forever as I held it inside my mouth. Alas, all good things must end, and he finally stopped spurting, his boyhood suddenly relaxing as the final dribbles added to the flood of boy-honey that filled my mouth. His fingers untangled from my hair, and his lean body slumped back against the bar stool as he panted and wheezed above me. I released his wilting treasure, and let go of his now drained balls as I rocked back onto my heels, and looked up a the stunned boy. His eyes met mine, and I opened my mouth wide, showing the boy the pools of his cum covering my tongue, and he grinned that dazzling smile. I winked at him, and then gulped down every drop of his precious liqueur, smacking my lips noisily as he giggled, wrinkling his cute little nose, apparently surprised at my eagerness to ingest his ball juices. I winked at him again, and then stood up. I stepped between his splayed thighs, and then leaned down and planted my mouth over his own, kissing him as he growled in surprise. I pushed my tongue against his lips, and they slowly parted, allowing me to fill his mouth with my own cum streaked tongue, and he pulled back briefly, but then relaxed, as he eagerly sucked on my tongue. We broke it off then, and I smiled at him, and said, "So then Nolan...now you can check a couple of those items off of your I-wonder- how- it- might- feel list...a damn fine blow job, if I do say so myself, and, a cum flavored kiss...and if there are any other items on that list that you care to check off today, I suggest we move this act to my much more comfortable bedroom...!" He grinned widely, and pushed his naked body off the bar stool, then grabbed my hand, and said, "Lead the way professor...it's a pretty long list that we need to work on...!" (To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com