Date: Fri, 18 Feb 2005 09:19:10 -0800 From: gayauthor@hushmail.com Subject: Boy at the door (Mb) Alan was in the kitchen, making a cup of tea, when the doorbell rang. He stirred the two sugars deliberately. There was no need to rush. It would only be one of David's school friends. Or a local chav. He walked out in to the hall, holding the steaming cup of tea and opened the door. "Is David in?" Looking up at him was a naked boy. Well, as near as damn it. The boy was bare chested, with a football shirt draped over one shoulder. He wore a pair of nylon soccer shorts, no socks and a pair of grubby Trainers. Alan squinted against the glare of the summer sun. "Yeah, he's upstairs having a bath." "Oh." The boy was disappointed. "You can come in and wait for him if you want. David!..." he shouted up the stairs, "One of your mates is at the door." The boy looked uncertain. "Come on in, then. Go in the living room. He won't be long." The blond haired boy ducked under his arm into the cool of the house. "What's your name?" "Toby." "Toby, I'm Alan, David's dad. That's it, go through there. He won't be long." The boys shoulder blades flexing as he moved. The nape of the neck. A fine fuzz of sun-bleached hair. A slender waist, smooth hairless legs. Alan took a swig of the tea. "You don't mind cats do you?" "Nah." "Ok, because he's very friendly and likes strangers." A feline tail upright, like a flag, disappearing round the door, following after the boy. Alan took another swig of tea. "Would you like a cup of tea?" "Nah, no thanks... What's his name?" "Kingpin. Is he making friends already?" Alan put his head round the door. Kingpin was in the boy's lap. The boy was sitting on the sofa, the football shirt beside him now. With the cat on his lap the boy looked naked apart from his furry friend. "Push him off if he's trouble." "It's ok." Kingpin was kneading the boy's groin, trying to get comfy. Alan disappeared into the kitchen again and took another swig of tea to calm his nerves. In the living room, Toby looked around the room at the family photos on the wall. The wide-screen TV and Stereo. Trophies won by David. Sunlight poured in through the lace curtains. Kingpin was still kneading and Toby was getting an erection. He stroked the cat. Hoping it would settle. Time passed. Alan entered the room. "Looks like you made a new friend." "Yeah." Kingpin was now draped across the boy. Alan sat on the edge of the sofa. He stroked Kingpin. "Yeah he's a friendly cat this one. Doesn't mind strangers." The boy had brown nipples. Smooth skin. A shock of blond hair. Button nose. Alan's fingers, whilst stroking the cat, brushed against the smooth firmness of the boy's flat stomach. He flinched. Sunlight caught the motes of dust in the air in solid streaks of light. Boy and man were concentrating on the cat. On the stroking of the cat. On the way in which the stroking of the cat was putting Alan's knuckles very close to the boy's... "Oh." Said Alan. His knuckles had bumped against Toby's erection through the nylon shorts. The stroking stopped. Toby shifted position. The cat was not comfortable any more. It hopped down and left the living room. Alan's knuckles were still pressed against the boy's boner. Toby was blushing. His bare chest reddened. "How old are you, Toby?" "Thirteen." "You got a good size cock for thirteen." Toby froze. Lost in confusion. Alan's knuckles brushed down the full length of the boy's little shaft, outlined clearly by the nylon. Time passed. "You got any pubes yet?" Toby tried to get up. Alan pressed him gently but firmly into the soft sofa with one hand against the boy's sweaty chest. Alan's fingertips slid under the waistband. He pulled the shorts out to take a look. Boxers. Fingertips under both elastic waistbands. Pull away from the heaving stomach. The erection loose, hard upright, the swollen head in tight foreskin. In the shadows a puff of pubic hair. Fingertips slipping inside the boxers. Wrapping around. Skin on skin. Toby was thinking: David's dad is touching my dick. David's dad is wanking my dick. Finger and thumb. David's dad pulled off the boy's shorts and boxers in one firm tug. The garments sailed through the sunlight onto the armchair at the far end of the room. Toby put his hands on the man's hairy arms. Pushing away a fraction. David's dad gripped the boy's cock firmly with the fingers of one hand and held him in place with the other. Toby was still wearing his trainers as the man wanked him. Outside the summer city street shimmered in heat haze. Upstairs David was soaking in the bath, his head underwater. Toby was not pushing away now. He was looking down at the thick brown fingers against the fair pale skin of his thighs. The man's finger-tips peeling back his foreskin exposing the purple cherry. Alan was looking straight into his eyes as he went to work on the boy. Toby was no longer blushing but he was looking anywhere but back at him. The boy's head thrashed suddenly from side to side. "That's it..." He quickened the pace, feeling the little rod push in and out of his fingers. Three quick spurts sent cum splattering over the boy's stomach. The angry purple head spat out it's load. Alan smeared the cum up and all over the boy's heaving chest, making it slick and shiny. He stopped and looked down at the spent boy. All arms and legs and pale thighs. A shrinking wet cock. A bead of cum at the tip. Alan reached for his tea and took a swig. "Put those back on." When David came down to greet his friend he was smelling of fresh soap and towels. His friend was damp with sweat and sticky. The pair left the house heading for the park and their mates. Alan finished his tea, thinking he would never see the boy again. And he didn't, not for a month. Then one late September day the doorbell rang and a small boy asked if he could stoke the cat, and even as he asked the question could not stop himself blushing from head to toe. Other stories by this author: Boy on a beach, Santa's little helper, and in the historical section the epic: little Alexander. If you liked this, please write to me: gayauthor@hushmail.com