Date: Sun, 14 May 2006 09:00:14 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Housesitter: All Boys Has Secrets  (New Story)

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are
consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please
write: jarrod749@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story.

		Housesitter Chapter 1: All Boys Has Secrets

He was in jock, plain white boxers, and tee. There was a soiled white
athletic sock on each hand.

His shorted breathing synched with his heart pounding out of his chest. His
sock-gloved hands were constantly at his face. There were two pairs of boxers
spread inside out, with the flys showing on each end of both pillows. His face
often plowed into those four  shorts' flys and crotches and sniffed and
snurfed 'em up like mad!

The teen dude was writhing and squirming left to right on the bed. The covers
were all a jumble at the foot of the right side of the bed draping off toward
the floor. Every time his face snapped back and forth he got the chance to
rub a cheek and his nose into the fly or crotch of one of the boxers.

The scene looked like the kid was in such unbearable pain. The bottoms of his
feet rubbed frantically at times back and forth against the sheet building a
heat and friction to them, and then sometimes his knees would bend out forming
a diamond shape with the feet bottoms pressed to, and rubbing against each
other.

His toes alternately curled under and then splayed out up and stiff.
Sometimes a big toe would bend straight back toward him as the other toes
of that same foot would turn under, the nails digging into his soles.

His whole body was stiff, rigid and muscle-tight and then loose and flopping
all over the bed.

"Whoaaah! Ooooph! Ughhhh! Nnnnnghh! Ungh! Errrnchh! Unhuh!" the kid wheezed,
gasped and moaned all alone in the master bedroom of the huge house.

Now he was flipping over and humping the mattress with both his hands under
his belly down between his legs like a dog in full rut. His toyboy bubble butt
bucked up and down in nut busting rhythm to joy his twitching, tingling, and
aching cock!

The crease between his cheeks was sucking in the seat of his boxers giving a
tightened up view of those fine globes of the good-looking teener.

"Ahhh! Ahh! Ahh! Ohh! Agghhhhhhhhhhhhhh...whoooooooooooo!
Sogood....sogood....ooooh...  soooogoooooood!!!"


But wait now, how'd we get here anyways....

Rob was sorta friends with Jory and Cort. They had nothing in common except
that they were teens in the same school, and lived a few blocks apart. Cort's
family was well-to-do, and the folks had access to the business plane, car,
copters and limos. He had joined the family on occasion to out of town pro
sports, especially golf tourneys and baseball.

Cort and Rob were the same age and traveled in the same circle. Jory was a
few years younger and wasn't left out when the big kids got together, fitting
himself in without being the 'pain-in-the-ass' kid brother.

This particular family road trip was calling for some special home care while
they were gone. Rob was enlisted and coaxed with a few bucks to care for the
plants, parrot and fish, while generally keeping an eye on the house.

Robbie wouldn't have needed a dime to 'housesit'.

This would be the chance of a lifetime! Since elementary school he had
drooled at the sight of Cort, and had whacked his meat every day after school and
overnight with the image of his sometimes friend in his mind. That he was a
gayboy or not didn't even enter his thoughts. He just knew he saw Cort, the kids
called him Corky, behind his eyelids with each and every pull of his handsome,
rockhard teenpud.

Both he and Cort had dated girls quite a bit since their first teen years,
and even double dated, though most get-togethers were meet-ups at school sports
or parties.

Anyways....chance of a lifetime!

There were times when he was in Cort's bedroom and the kid was changing
clothes that Rob's heart would jump in his mouth when he saw a dirty sock
or boxers being heaved into the dirty laundry pile in the closet. His
beat-off dream on those days would be a gasping dive into that laundry,
sniffing every scent of that dude that fascinated his very being!

Now.....now....he was gonna have that dirty laundry....and more....to play in
for a whole weekend!

He went home from school that Friday afternoon with Cort to pick up the keys
and get final instructions from Cort's parents. When they got there the
company limo was already waiting to take the family to the airport.

Cort's mother was a sweetheart, and cupped her hand around Robbie's cheek and
kissed his forehead as she said, "I know you'll do a good job, honey. Here's
the phone number of our cell phone, dear," and Cort's eyes bugged out when she
gave Robbie $100 in case there was need of a service call.

As it was, Rob was getting $50 for the weekend 'job'.

Did I say, he'd have done it for nuthin'? He'd have PAID his whole year's
allowance to have this chance at Cort's house...his bed...and most of
all...his motherfuckin' L-A-U-N-D-R-Y!!!

Robbie watched from the lawn as the family took leave and he waved to Cort
who was hanging out the window giving him the finger and laughing.

With a biggest of shit eating smiles on his face, Robbie ran the entire way
home. He wanted to get a snack, change from school and give enough time for
the family to be definitely in flight before going back to enjoy every last
minute he could in Corky's house.

He changed his afternoon afterschool beatoff routine....he would have an
'away game' in his pants today and wouldn't dare waste his teen cream in his own
bed when he could be in the luxury of his dream buddy's house.

As he finished nukin' a hotdog and slopping some mustard and ketchup on it,
he pushed the pre-dialed number on his own cell to reach Cort...."Yehh, whut?"
Cort answered.

"How's it goin', man?"

"Good. We just took off. You at the house still?" Cort asked....squeamish
that a strange kid would be able to stalk his house all alone.....he should only
fuckin' knowwwwww!

He was actually pleased when Rob said, "Nah," like he could hardly care, and
continued, "I'll check out stuff later...the bird and fish are fed for the
day....so except for any house busters, no need for action till I go back and
check later. Gotta go...see yuh Sunday night."

"Akay, see yuh," and they switched off. Rob's cock was hard as steel in his
pants. He was rubbing the leaking peter like mad while he had Cort's sound in
his ear.

His mother was working and he left a note that he would grab something to eat
at Cort's house while he stayed there that night. With no school the
weekend, he had no plans on leaving that house till the family returned Sunday night.
His planning was being expanded as he went. He was gonna eat there....sleep
there....watch TV there....beatoff there.... till Sunday. He had 48 hours of
play in Cort's house. FORTY-EIGHT FUCKING HOURS!!!! He was rubbing his crotch,
hunching up and down like a dog in heat against both his hands after he
finished the note to his mom.

Wolfing the last of the hotdog and grabbing a soda from the fridge, he was
out the door in his boardies, tee and sneaks with no socks or underwear.

He took lazy gulps of soda as he coursed the streets back to Cort's house. He
strolled up the walk like he owned the place, key in the lock, opened the
door, eased it shut after him and turned the deadbolt, keyed the alarm to 'off'.
He stood there in the ample marble tiled hallway. He soaked in the richness of
the house like he never had before.

He actually thought....'Cort's in all these airs.'

He toed off his sneaks and kicked them up into his hands without bending.
He quick-stepped up into the hall between the bath and Cort's bedroom.
While Cort was changing for the trip after school, Robbie had been in a
trance watching every spot where the kid's naked feet stepped in his room,
between his room and the bathroom and in the bathroom. Rob was smoothe in
this new play....probably from many times he played it all out in his
jerkoff fantasies of what he would ever do if he got the chance at Cort or
anything of Cort's....he remembered every single spot where Cort's bare
feet trod that afternoon.

He stepped from invisible footprint to invisible footprint in his own bare
feet, getting his toes digged in to the carpet there, and wigging his foot
bottoms around before moving on....getting so fucking cockhard his prefuck
seed was drooling in strings in front of him, latching on to the peach fuzz
on his legs as he walked the floor now fully balls-naked.

He wanted to whack...to jerk off...to cum sooooo badddd....but he wanted that
first one to be special....he didn't know yet, where that perfect place was
yet, just that it had to be VERY special....and one to be recorded in his
memory forever. Now he wished he could have a video of his adventures....then he
thought, 'WHY THE FUCK NOT????'

There had to be a vidcam in THIS house of all houses. On the run, his cock
flopping up and down to belly and balls, and back and forth against his thighs,
he raced for the 'screening room'. Get that? This fuckin' house didn't have a
TV room...oh noooo...it had a fucking screening room!!! Theatre seats and
allllll!!!!

Rob had watched many a ball game on the wall sized display in the
near-production center.

He was a fluster of action as he raced into the room and pulled the cabinet
doors open one after the other till he found the vidcam and a new tape. He
loaded the tape, checked the battery and brought along the adapter and AC wire as
well as the remote and headed back up stairs.

He sighted and started the tape at first in Cort's room. He panned the room
then took a view of the laundry in the closet on the floor, and then aimed it
at the floor not missing any of his images of Cort's invisible naked barefoot
steps earlier....out into the hall and into the bathroom. He aimed into the
showers where Cort had showered and at the towel wet with Cort's dry-off
still...then at the toilet where Cort pissed before his shower. The cam peered into
the bowl and the golden drops on the rim. With the camera set down, Robbie did
the first of many joyous things to come in Cort's house besides walking the
kid's 'footsteps'....with the lens smiling right at his face, Robbie licked
Cort's pee drops off the rim of the bowl. He jerked up and back...catching
himself....he had almost cum!!!

He turned off the camera and then went back to Cort's room. Every special
thing he did from here on would be cammed. He was setting it up central so he
could use the remote, unless a special 'event' called for him to manually work
the cam.

His heart raced and he felt like it was beating in his throat....of course,
IT WAS!!! His tongue and mouth were dry.

Every kid thinks he's so smoothe and cool with his cum rag. First try, Rob
lifted the corner of the mattress....THERE IT WAS....just like every other kid's
cum rag around the world!!! Well, the ones that use a 'cum rag'....lotsa us
use an old sock, or the sock we just took off before bed. Socks're great cuz
they hide the stains inside, and can be washed. The fucking cum rag show's every
fucking wad!

Anyways, there was a difference here however....classy Cort,  he had his cum
rag all right, but, in a plastic zip lock bag!!!!

Without opening it, or even touching it....Rob dropped the corner of the
mattress and set the camera, then walked to the corner of the bed and re-enacted
lifting up the mattress and finding, then removing the bag in full open view.
Sitting to the mattress, Robbie pulled the zip tab and pulled the bag apart,
and with his face right there, he was jolted back from the obviously fresh cum
scent of boyteen!

"Nnnnghhh! Uhnoooooooooo!!!" he wailed.

There was a double winner for the camera shot....the poor fucker blew his wad
as soon as the scent hit his senses, and he knew he was in the grips of his
buddy's own personal wad from that very morning....fresh newborn boy seed
having been sealed up so tight all day.

Forlornly, Rob licked the goo off his fingers from what was dribbling off
his fabulously engorged dickhead. He stared at it....throbbing above his
thighs...the massive head pulsing large then receding with each thrilling
aftercum twinge. Three ropes of boy spooge arced out from his spot on the
bed. The longest was about 3 feet, the others were about 18 inches and a
foot respectively.  His pulsing peter was still opening the piss hole a
tiny bit with each throb!

He stared down at it....then to the spoogoo spray....the waste of the cum he
wanted to have in a special way....wasted on a cum rag....and a rug.

Then he dropped to the floor, and scooping it up he smooshed it all over the
rug in front of where Cort would get into and out of his bed barefoot....he
would be stepping onto carpet with Robbie's teenjam imbedded into it! Oh man! He
was rock hard again! He put a smudging of it on the dry side of Cort's cum
rag as well....now Robbie would know that on Sunday night, when Cort pulled out
his rag to beat off, he'd be rubbing his cock with Robbie-cum on it. Ohhhh
mannn, Robbie was near hysterical with this dream cum true!

Recovering and sitting back onto Cort's bed, he took the rag to his face. No
longer shocked from the intensity of the cum'romas there, he laid the damp
cummed rag over his face and snorfed in the smells of Cort's cum and his cock.

Without moving the rag, he slowly worked the bed covers down so he could lay
right on Cort's own sheet....the sheet where the kid had bucked and whacked
his beef that very morning....pumping the load he was smelling right then into
that rag his face was wearing!

Robbie's asscheeks clenched and unclenched, even gripping some of the sheet
into their crease as the kid beat his cock madly....THIS MUST BE THE PLACE!!!!
The place where he wanted that first self-initiated cum in Cort's house to
happen.....the kid's own bed...on his own sheets....while Rob laid his snapping
head to Cort's own pillow....where he rubbed his boy feet right where Cort's
own feet were that very morning....snorfing so deeply into Cort's very own
fresh-that-morning cummed rag. 'Oh yeh', he was breathlessly thinking.....he had
read that story about skin cells flaking off you all the time...mannn....
he was laying, pumpin' and foot-rubbin' in Corky's very own skins toooooo!

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhgodddddddddddddddsoooooooogooooooood!!!!! Cum! Ohcummmm! I
wanna cum so baddddd! Oh! Uhh! Nnngghhhh!" he screamed. The kid was bouncing up
and down on the bed.....kicking his feet when they weren't rubbing up a heat
of friction into the sheet.  The cum blowed from his wick up his chest and
droozed into his teen pubes.
His toes splayed wide...his whole body was rigid still as it was wracked with
the jolts and bolts of aftercum shocks that hit him again and again and
again.....

At last....he came down and could almost breathe. He had puffed his cheeks,
and his face was crimson like he had just blown up a balloon....but he was
quickly returning to normal. As he lay there staring into the lens of the silent
camera recording all his boy cockjoy, his chest heaved less and less as his
eyes sought the next target of dick dream fun.

He thought to himself, 'This is whut dreams is made of.'

He was happier still when he realized he had just started searching things to
whip his prick to and he hadn't even scratched the surface! He wasn't even in
the house 45 minutes yet and he'd creamed off twice like he'd never cummed
before. He was nearly out of his mind with this smorgasbord of teen scents,
smells and things to rub against himself for all posterity....and now he was even
going to have a video of it ALLLLLLLLL!!!!

Like a bulb went off in his head...he jumped from Cort's bed and charged out
the door and was looking, searching for something...."Ahhhhhhhh," he
sighed...."Jory's room!"

He had decided to do a little bit of each boy as he went, to keep a degree of
excitement ahead of him. He never wanted to run out of Cort things to fun
with, so by playing with Jory's stuff, he could have boyfuck fun and not be
'using up' all of Cort's stuff too early.

He ran back to get the camera and then back in Jory's room he set it up in
the center of the room on a chair to view the side of Jory's bed. Same scene as
before, Rob went to the corner of the mattress, and he found the inevitable
cum rag!

Pulling it out he thought to himself that the young dude was not yet a
sophisticated cum shooter....no plastic bag! Annnnd, not even hidden under the
mattress....he had it out in the spring. Shaking his head, he said, "Dumb
boy...betcher mommie checks this out every morning and knows yur whole game."

But....butttttttttt....there was a wildly exciting cock throbbing prize just
the same!!!

"Oh manomannnohmannnnnnnn!!!!!!" Robbie wheezed out a breath-shorted whistle.
It looked for sure like Jory had plenty of time before the family got ready
for the trip to blow a wad of his own.....RIGHT AFTER SCHOOL!!!! NOT MORE THAN
TWO HOURS AGO!!!!

"Oh god oh god OHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!!"
he screamed holding his head and the rag up to the ceiling as if he was making
an offering. Robbie just screamed echoing all around the empty room! He was
frenzied. He looked all around...he didn't know what he wanted to do.

The cum was fresh all right....it was still a jellied curdle in the middle of
the otherwise stiffed up rag!!! Its glorious just-shooted texture was
preserved because it wasn't mashed under the mattress. Robbie wanted to save it! He
wanted to eat it! He wanted to cover his cock with it....shove a finger of it
up his hole!!! "Oh godddd...I wanna....I wanna....ohhhhhhhh!!!!"

He sniffed down into the boysmeg. How he didn't blow his wad untouched again
is beyond belief. Thankfully, he had gone off twice in the hour so far and was
not at hair trigger.

While the teen goo was being absorbed slowly into the rag, it was still a
pearly gop that was NOT to be wasted.

He made up his mind to finger it everywhere he wanted it so he could have
some of the fresh seed everywhere.

His first finger diddled the dollop of boydew and he rubbed it to his lips
and then after smacking his lips together he licked them.

He fingered a little between each of his toes. Then he fingered a bigger spoo
onto his cockhead and just left it in a bubble right on his pisshole which
was mixing already with his own prefuck leak.

He rubbed his finger on each nipple and then into his pits.  There was still
a goodly pearl of Joryjelly to joy himself with. He was absolutely crazed!

Now he took a fingertip of goo and flinging the covers back off the bed, he
threw his naked body on his back, spread his knees-up legs wide and fingered
the boygoo up his bunger, and with his feet bottoms together and rubbing the
heat between them his head was spinning! He was so fucking hot he couldn't
believe he didn't get a heart attack!

He squeezed his toes against each other to exhilarate himself with the slimy
feel of Jory's cum between them.

He sniffed his face into Jory's pillow where he could smell the kid's sweat
and hair and face while rubbing his feet bottoms to the sheet he screamed
nothing in particular, "Ahhhhgggghhhhhh!" ohhhhhhgoddddd he loved it all!!!!

He laid the cum rag with the bubble of remaining boynut in the middle on his
chest.

He fingered most of the remaining cockslop onto his tongue through a hole he
made between his lips. He literally sucked the goop onto the tip of his
tongue. He knew it...he was passing out....there were all kinds of images....he
w-a-s  s-o-o-o-o-o  happy....and he was OUT!

The house was totally silent. The vidcam was the only thing in
motion....recording the sleep of rapture that was Robbie's for that moment.

Quiet!

Robbie's prick stiffed and lay hard to his belly.....the silver seed of
prefuck continued to ooze onto his lower belly.

"Uhhhh! Whuuuuh....!" Robbie jolted up out his fantasy dream.

Snapping his head around sucking in his breath he scanned the scene and then
there was a huge sigh and a relaxing head drop to the pillow as the smile came
back over his face.

He picked up Jory's cum rag with just a film of boygoo left where the kid
shot his wad, not two hours ago. He carefully wrapped the rag with every wet part
against the sensitive delicate skin of his cock. He squeezed it to his teen
prick HARD.

While his tongue swirled the goo puddle around in his mouth, he sucked Jory's
boyseed, the first cum that Robbie'd ever tasted, while he frantically
whipped his prick with the sperm of the young dude rubbing against it from knob to
curlies.

He flipped over on his elbows and knees and continued to jack into Jory's
rag.

"Ohgodddffff! Ohhhfff gwodddd!" he mumbled into the pillow of the young
brother of his school mate.

His tail crease opened and closed time after time as he humped his hand and
squeezed his cock as he pumped hard and harder to get his teen nut. He bucked
hard five times in rapid succession and then held still, his head coming up off
the pillow.....he was blowing....blowing the most fantastic load of his young
life....into a strange kid's cum rag!!!!

"Eeeeeerrrrmmmpphhhhhhuhhh!" he wheezed for joy from his cum and having
spooged another kid's rag just before he flopped flat to Jory's bedsheet....and
slept for many long moments. His boyteen buttcheeks dimpled, flexed and hunched
instinctively in afterfuck as he lay there sound asleep with his throbbing,
handsome teen prick encased in the cum rag in his palm.


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