Date: Sun, 23 Aug 2020 12:34:02 +0000 (UTC) From: MC Subject: The Pandemic Houseguest Jordan Moves On Part Four The Pandemic Houseguest: Jordan Moves On Part Four Greetings readers. Thank you for the encouraging emails, they motivate me to continue writing. I'll continue to use this as a way to improve my writing skills while keeping you entertained. If gay content, descriptions of hot gay sex (which this part does indeed include), 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 Nifty.org. 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. Nifty relies on donations so that you practice the ultimate form of safe sex by reading about it. Those same hands you use for pleasure can also type in a pleasing donation to Nifty. "Good night, Jordan," he said then kissed my hand. "Good night, Cameron," I said, and kissed him on the neck. Faint light showed around the edges of the curtains when I opened my eyes, the hard cock pushing up against my butt and arm draped over me pleasant reminders I was sharing the bed. I'd slept nearly eight hours without waking, something I hadn't done since Dean passed away, and the angelic red-head next to me was responsible. I gently rolled over to face him, careful not to wake the boy. Cameron's lips curled into a natural smile between deep breaths and I had an intense feeling of déjà vu from the vision before me. Then I remembered Cameron napping at his desk in fourth grade. One time he'd nodded off towards the end of the day, slumbering on as the other students had left. I was grading papers when the sleepy-eyed ginger had come up, leaned over the desktop, propped his head in his hands and just stared at me for a few minutes with a faraway look in his eyes and this same smile. I slipped out of bed, took a shower, dressed and came back into the bedroom. Cameron lay on his side facing away from me. The sheets were half draped over him like last night, only now I saw uninterrupted milky white skin on his backside, from his shoulder down to his smooth bubble butt. One leg crossed over the other revealing the hairless puddle of skin of his balls at rest. On my way out of the room I grabbed the soiled sheets. I was enjoying a cup of coffee while the laundry did what it could to erase the physical traces of last night being replayed in graphic detail in my mind. "Mary Anne is not going to like you trespassing into her sanctuary." I turned towards Paul, who was wearing a fluffy white robe, and shrugged my shoulders with my hands turned palms up. "You've worked that cute innocent look since the first time I met you, Jordan, but there's a new boy in town and his name's Cameron." "I just thought that..." "Mary Anne's worked here for twenty-plus years. She's seen it all Cameron, including cum-stained sheets," he said then added with raised eyebrows and a lewd grin, "Please tell me they were cum-stained." I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders in unconvincing innocence. Paul put his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into a side hug. "I'm so happy for you. I think Dean would be too. I won't ask for the lurid details, but if you insist on telling me the least I can do is listen." "Umm... so... uhh... care for some coffee?" I asked. "Oh my God Jordan, you're blushing, just like you did after that first night you spent here with Dean. You were so damned cute that morning trying not to let on that you and he had..." "Paul." "Oh dear, I'm sorry. I just..." "You're just happy for me," I said and gave Paul a side hug. "The clean sheets were both thoughtful and perverted all at once." "I was being subtle." "Impossible." "What's impossible?" Cameron said as he walked into the kitchen. His hair was slicked back, still wet from the shower and it made him appear both handsome and older than his sixteen years. He had on yesterday's blue jeans, an almost tight white UCLA t-shirt and a sparkle in his hazel eyes. "You're impossibly cute, Cameron. Good morning," Paul said. "Thank you. Good morning Paul," Cameron said then turned towards me. "Good morning Jordan," he added in a lower voice with a seductive smile. "Good morning ladies," Howard said upon entering the kitchen wearing a navy blue robe open to the waist showing off his furry chest. That and his gruff morning voice had reminded me of a bear from the first time I'd woken up in their home. "You waiting for me to cook breakfast?" Howard looked at Cameron staring at me, then at me, then at Paul who gave him a nod and a wink. He raised his eyes as he filled in the blanks. "I think this occasion calls for bacon, eggs and waffles. If you'll just clear the room I'll get on with my husbandly duties," Howard said. "Can I help?" Cameron said. "Of course you can," Howard said then looked at me. "He's a keeper, Jordan," he added, which brought a blush and bashful smile to Cameron. "Howard is nearly as discreet as you," I said to Paul after we'd left the kitchen, coffee in hand. "He's just happy for you. That boy's got it bad for you." "Howard mentioned that last night." "He's good at noticing the obvious." "He also said you were the love of his life." "I'm irreplaceable." "Thus my dilemma. I could never replace Dean." "Jordan, without going into details that will have me looking to trade in Howard, please tell me: did last night feel right?" "It did." "Did it feel the same as with Dean?" "No, of course not," I said. "So, there you have it." "Huh?" "Dean's with you forever. When you finally decide to move on, you aren't replacing him. You're simply loving again, without measure." "That's kinda what Dean said last night." "Huh?" Paul said. "In the video he left me. Love without measure." "Oh, that's what Howard gave you. He wouldn't tell me. Said I couldn't keep a secret." I tilted my head and raised my eyebrows. "Okay it's true. One more question." "Yes?" "Do the carpets match the drapes?" "What?" "Red hair," Paul said, pointing at his head. "And...? He added, pointing at his groin. I rolled my eyes. "'So it's true what they say about gingers?" he said. "You already used up your question." Paul put on a pouty face like a little boy denied ice cream. "Do you have the shoes to match those pursed lips?" I said. He smiled. "That's my boy, I taught you that." Paul tried a few more end runs, purely for vicarious living he assured me, but all I'd give him was a knowing smile. It wasn't that I was trying to deny him so much as I couldn't put into words how it was to be with Cameron last night. "Goodness boys, you certainly seem to have appetites this morning. I wonder why?" Paul said, surveying the empty plates on the table after breakfast was devoured. Cameron grabbed his napkin to catch the orange juice in his mouth from spraying the table upon hearing that then turned as red as his hair. I just chuckled at Paul as he sat there affecting an innocent look. "When I was sixteen I could eat like that and not gain weight," Howard said. "You were never sixteen, Howard," Paul said. Howard tilted his head at Paul and raised an eyebrow in a well-practiced shorthand reaction. "Thank you for breakfast, Howard," Cameron said. "And thank you for dinner last night, Paul. You have no idea how wonderful it is to feel welcome." Paul blinked a few times, his eyes moist and then cleared his throat so he could speak. "You're always welcome here, Cameron. I hope we will see more of you when school starts this fall." Then he turned to me. "You're also welcome so long as you bring this fabulous boy with you." There was no possible reply to Paul's smug look at me. "Do you need any help with the dishes? Cameron said as we stood up from the table. "Told you he was a keeper. Thank you but the maid will handle it," Howard said then pulled Cameron into a hug. Paul and I both raised our eyebrows in surprise – Howard hadn't hugged me until my third visit. Traffic was as light as our conversation on the way back to Ventura. When I looked over at Cameron he made no effort to hide the same smile he'd given me when I was his teacher. "I could die now," he said. "What?" "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I mean if I died now I'd be happy." "That doesn't sound much better," I said. "Dammit! It's just that I dreamed about this for so long and now it happened and I'm just so fucking happy." "So why didn't you just say that?" "It's your fault. You have an effect on me, just like you did in fourth grade," he said then added. "Do I have an effect on you?" "Yes." "Yes? That's all I get?" "No." I glanced over at a perturbed Cameron. "Yes you have an effect on me. A big one. I'm just trying to figure it all out," I said. "You want to talk about it? I can help you out: I like you, you like me, and the future we shall see." "That's cute." "Just like me, thank you." "But it's not that simple Cameron." "Did he ever say something like that to you?" he said. "Who?" I said, stalling, knowing who he meant. "You know who. Dean." I struggled for a reply. "He did, didn't he?" Cameron said. "And I bet it made you feel like I do right now." "How's that?" I said, aware I'd been in Cameron's position years ago. "Like you're hearing excuses not to do something that you know in your heart is right," he said. "Like some little kid." "I don't mean it that way." "It's not fourth grade anymore Jordan. I'm grown up now. I know what I want. I showed you that last night and I thought you did too," he said, his voice cracking. "I did," I said in a whisper, and reached my hand out to touch his. "That's all I gotta hear, Jordan," he said. "I know you've been through a lot. Paul told me." I smiled at Paul's way of looking out for me. "And what did he tell you?" "About how you and Dean got together and how he finally got you two to admit you were in love and become a couple, then get married." I started laughing at Paul's version of my life with Dean. "What?" Cameron said. "That's not exactly how it happened." "Then how did it happen?" For the rest of the drive home I acquainted Cameron with the highlights of my life with Dean. "So you had to talk him into it?" he said as we pulled onto my street. "Cause I know how that feels." "That's all you got from my story?" "Well that and jealousy." "I was never jealous of Dean," I said as we pulled into my driveway and waited for the garage to open. "No silly. I'm jealous of you. You got your man." He had me there. "Do I have a shot here, teacher?" he said with as much charm as he could pack into the words. "Depends," I said as we got out of the car while the garage door was closing. "On what?" "Can you cook breakfast like Howard?" "Is that part of being your roommate this summer?" "Could be," I said. "Deal," Cameron said as he pulled me into a hug. I hung onto the boy, the smooth skin of his neck caressing my face, his scent breaking through the sweet smell of his morning shower. It felt damned right being in his arms. "Making yourselves at home boys?" I said upon seeing Nicky, Marcus, and another young teen-boy I didn't recognize playing video games in my living room. "I need to remember to change the locks on the door." Nicky got up and charged towards me. I extended my arms and at the last moment he jumped into Cameron's for a hug. "Cammie!" Nicky said. "Mom told me you got to have a sleepover at Uncle Paul's. Did you have fun?" "Yeah, did you guys have `fun'?" Marcus added with a leer. "Yes, it was fun to be able to breathe fresh air and not worry about being gassed to death," Cameron said, avoiding Marcus' insinuation. "Cause of Marcus' stinky farts?" Nicky said. "Hey! You're supposed to be on my side," Marcus said. "Yes Nicky, `cause of Marcus' stinky farts," Cameron said. "But they won't bother me anymore." Nicky and Marcus both tilted their heads like questioning puppies. "I'm moving in here with Jordan," Cameron said. "You're gonna live here?" Nicky said. "Like Uncle Dean did?" "Umm... not exactly like that," I said. "Not yet anyway, huh Cameron?" Marcus said with a wink. Cameron blushed. "So Markus, who's your friend?" I said, wanting to change the subject and unable to connect a name to the face but somehow recognizing the teenager nonetheless. I placed him at about fourteen years old, the cute androgynous face signaling his incomplete passage from boy to man. "This is Brady. You taught him before," he said. I tilted my head and furrowed my eyebrows as I failed to remember. "Nice to see you Mr. Monroe," Brady said, evident he recognized me, his cracking voice seeming appropriate for a young teen in puberty. There was something familiar about his shy smile and after a brief moment of eye contact he looked down. "Mom wants to talk to you," Marcus said to Cameron, then turned to Brady for a whispered conversation. "Take stinky monkey with you, I need to talk to Jordan," he said to Cameron after his short chat. "You're a stinky fart monkey Markie!" Nicky said, sticking his tongue out to complete his comeback. "Come on Nicky, the air's better over there anyway," Cameron said, grabbing Nicky's hand and heading to the back door with Brady right behind them. Marcus walked up, his eyes moist with emotion. "I need some advice." His sixteen-years-in-the-waiting request caught me by surprise, as I was notorious for giving him unsolicited advice. I sat on the sofa and patted the spot next to me, Jordan sat down and I waited. "I... umm... well I think... I'm in love," he said. "Wow, that is big news," I said, smiling. "Who's the lucky one?" I added, not really knowing which way my brother went. "You just saw him." So that's how it is, I thought. "Brady? I gotta say, I don't recognize him from any of my classes." "He used to be Brenda." The connection was instantaneous as I pictured the cute face of a shy little girl with short black hair who always seemed intent on not being noticed by her classmates, which included Marcus and Cameron. "Yeah, big change, huh?" Marcus said in typical understatement at seeing my astonished look. "Indeed," was all I could come up with. "He's been Brady for two years now and we started hanging out last year. He's really cool and interesting and cute and smart and now... I've got these feelings for him." "So you think what you feel is love?" "That or maybe I've got a tumor," he said, the corners of his mouth turning up just a bit. "Good one Marcus," I said, proud our family genetics included sarcasm. "How did you know with Dean? I know it was a long time ago but try to remember," he said. He was two for two now but I ignored his jab this time. "I fell in love with Dean the first time I saw him, but then when I ended up living here with him during that pandemic I found out it was different," I said. "You didn't love him?" "Oh I definitely loved him, but it grew in a different way. Deeper. I ended up loving him, not some muscle daddy I fantasized about. I loved the inside, not the outside. It's why we loved each other even when he got older." "You're both old, but what did it feel like?" "It'd be easier if you tell me how you feel about Brady." "It's like I want to be with him all the time and when he smiles at me I'd do anything for him and one touch gets me all crazy inside..." he said, trailing off as he smiled at the thought. "Do you know what a crush is?" I said. "Yeah, it's how I used to feel about Cameron. I really liked him then it was better as friends." "You ever felt the same way about other boys? Or girls?" "Yeah, but not this strong, not this way," he said. "This is different." "Okay, and what about... umm... the fact that he's..." "Trans? At first I didn't even know he used to be Brenda `cause he'd moved away for a while, but then he told me. I thought he was so brave." "Yeah he is," I said. "It didn't matter because we were friends, but then I started having these feelings for him." "Does it matter now?" "No, I mean I know who he is but I can't stop wanting to be with him and..." A tear rolled down Marcus' cheek. "I love him Jordan." "How does he feel?" I said as I reached out, wiped the tear off my brother's face and kept my hand on his flushed cheek. "He loves me too, but he's worried `cause he's not... umm... finished." "With his transition?" "Yeah, but I don't care." "You love the him inside, don't you?" "So much. Nothing else matters." I grabbed my brother and pulled him into my arms, loving him deeper at that moment than ever before, so proud of the heart he just showed me. "You're amazing, little brother," I said between shuddered breaths. "I love you." "You're just saying that because it's true," he said, trying to disguise his own tears. "I love you too." "Have you talked to mom about this?" I said. "No, have you talked to her about Cameron moving in?" "No." We both started laughing at our shared apprehension of talking to our mother. "You first," I said. "No, you first!" "I already went first with Dean." "No fair, that was before I was even born!" "Tell you what, I'll be with you when you talk to mom about Brady, then I'll talk to her about Cameron." You'd think we'd know better by now about our mom's reactions to news that would shatter the average family, but no. After Marcus told his story she pulled him into a hug and said, "You're amazing." "I hear that a lot today," Marcus said. She looked over his shoulder at me and all I got was, "About time that spare room was put to practical use. Be good to Cameron." As I left the house I saw Brady sitting at the kitchen counter. He looked up from his phone as I came near and went to open his mouth then stopped. "It's nice to finally meet the real you, Brady," I said. "Thank you Mr. Monroe," he said with a shy smile. "Please call me Jordan, we can both be ourselves now that we're not in fourth grade." "Jordan, is Marcus okay?" "He's fine, and so is his mother." Brady sighed and his shoulders relaxed. "I was worried." "You've got nothing to worry about, Brady," I said then thought of what Paul had told me. "In this family you're surrounded by love." I was knocked back a step by his sudden lunge and a hug that showed he'd fit perfectly in our family. I felt his shuddered breath as he held on to me. "He's the first person I could totally be myself with and then it happened. I couldn't help myself," he said. "I love your brother." "I know, isn't it great?" I said as we separated from our hug. "I think you should go in there with him," I said, nodding towards the living room. "I'm sure I'll see you around." "Okay mister... Jordan. See you around," he said, now looking me straight in the eyes. I smiled at the thought that my little brother had a boyfriend and then pictured Cameron in my mind which led to vivid memories of last night. I don't know how long I stood there before I heard someone talking. "I only brought what was important to me," Cameron said, looking at the wheeled suitcase sitting on the floor in front of us then raising his gaze to my groin. I nodded my head, followed his look, realized I was hard then blushed. "Time to unpack," he said, nodding at my hardness. "Hope that's about me," he added then chuckled. I gave him a sheepish grin and nodded my head. "What did mom want?" I said as we walked to my home. "She got a call from Deacon Len." "About what?" "Can we not talk about that right now?" he said then a moment later added, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way but I just don't want to ruin how I feel right now. I promise we can talk about it later, okay?" I put my arm over his shoulder as he wheeled his suitcase along the well- trod walkway between our family homes. "No problem, we can talk about it whenever you want to." "Thank you Jordan." "Done," Cameron said as he closed a dresser drawer in the spare room fifteen minutes later. "You forgot this," I said, holding up a stray pair of white briefs that had been molded round in the back by Cameron's bubble butt. "My last good one," he said. "Hate to tell you, but it's not long for this world," I said, turning it around to show a hole at the waistband in the back. Cameron stuck out his lower lip as he looked at them. "They were my favorite." "How about a shopping trip?" I said. "I think you could use some new undies and other stuff." "Okay, but only if you let me buy lunch," he said. "Deal." "And if you're real nice I'll model my new underwear for you when we get home." I chuckled as I mentally switched places with the boy, remembering how brazenly flirtatious I'd been in my pursuit of Dean. Cameron didn't wait to get home before he did some modeling for me, coming out of the fitting room to ask my opinion on jeans, shirts, and more. At one point he pulled down some shorts he was trying on and gave me a twirl to reveal some very small white briefs that were struggling to contain his bubble butt along with a stretched pouch pulled low by his half-hard cock. By the time his fashion show was over I knew my own briefs had a growing wet spot. When it came time to pay I pulled out my wallet. "What are you doing Jordan?" he said, giving me an elbow. "I got this," he added handing the clerk a bank card with a picture of dogs on it. I gave a puzzled look at the card. "Doggy style, remember?" he said, referring to his side job designing phone apps. I choked loud enough trying to hold in my laughter that the clerk turned around and gave me a look. "Is everything okay, sir?" "Fine, fine, no problem," I said. "Like I told you, I've got money, and you're not charging me rent," he said after he paid. "But thank you, it's nice how you treat me." Having been put in my place I didn't argue when Cameron chose a very nice garden café for our lunch. "I've always wanted to eat here but my father'd never take us. Said it looked like a gay place," he said then looked right at me. "Looks like he was right, there're two of them here now." I chuckled at his comment as the tall well-built twenty-something waiter came to our table. The black t-shirt and matching pants fit him very well and along with his swagger had to bring in big tips. "Are you and your boy ready to order, sir?" he said to me. My mouth dropped open. "Daddy brought me here special today," Cameron said, going with the moment. "We bought new clothes," he added, holding up a package of underwear showing a scantily clad model from his shopping bag and giving the waiter a none-too-innocent smile. The waited tilted his head, gave me a knowing smile then turned to Cameron. "Well aren't you a lucky boy?" "Thank you daddy," Cameron said after the waiter left with our order, then broke out laughing. "I am such a lucky boy." "Daddy? Oh my God." "I don't think he meant it like a real daddy," Cameron said, offering me some consolation. I clung to that as I pondered exactly when I'd crossed over the daddy/boy dividing line. Cameron's suspicions were confirmed when, after we'd eaten, our waiter brought the receipt back to our table with some writing on the back: `Two boys are better than one. Derrick,' it read, along with his phone number. I added a ten-dollar bill to the tip. Cameron was like a kid at Christmas as he pulled clothes out of packages and removed tags while sitting on the bed in his room. Instead of putting them away he turned to me. "Can I use the washer? New clothes make me itchy if I wear them right away." "No problem," I said, admiring his practicality. While he worked at that I opened an email from the Ventura LGBTQ announcing it was starting a special outreach program for trans and queer youth. I smiled at my brother's own version of outreach then chuckled at how they came to have the money for that. I forwarded the email to his phone so he could share it with Brady. "All done," I heard Cameron say from down the hall. "Come see." Cameron stood in the spare room wearing some black nylon gym shorts that showed he was going commando and a fitted olive tank top showing off his build. He'd organized the room and put out some pillows he'd bought today. "It's fantastic, Cameron," I said then put my arm over his shoulder. "I know it's only for the summer but I never had a chance to make my room special," he said. "It'll be nice sleeping here... but you're welcome to drag me away anytime," he added with a devilish grin as he turned for a full- frontal hug. A day's worth of shopping, modeling and chores gave him a spicy scent that I breathed in deeply as I nuzzled my face on his smooth neck. As I brushed his ear lobe he shuddered and pushed into me. I held on, feeling our cocks grow against each other, his winning the race. "Don't wake me up," he said. He sensed my unspoken question and added, "It's like a dream that I want to last forever." "Same here," I said. "Really?" "Yes, I've never had a red-headed maid doing the laundry before. If he can cook it'll be perfect." Cameron pushed me back and put his hands on his hips, which had the effect of highlighting his engorged cock. "I have other skills too you know," he said, looking down at his groin. "Doggy style?" I said, getting back at him for his earlier reference. Cameron burst out laughing and I joined him as I felt happier than I had in months. That evening when mom declared pizza night nobody argued with her. We ate in the kitchen, some sitting on stools or standing at the counter, others at the table, the air filled with the voices of boys young to not-quite-old and one very wonderful woman: my mom. Brady was chatting eye-to-eye with Cameron, his voice animated and alive while Marcus stood and looked at him with a twinkle in his eyes. We were truly surrounded by love. "Jordie?" Nicky said. "How's my favorite brother?" "Really?" "Don't tell Markie." "Okay. Umm... Jordie...I'm sorry," he said. "What about?" "Today I didn't hug you." "Hey that's fine Nicky, you choose who you hug." "That's why I hugged Cammie. I think he needs more hugs. So does Brady," he said in his typical loving nature. "I think you're right Nicky. I've got something for you," I said. "What?" "This!" I said, picking him up for face-to-face hug. "Wow you're getting big." "I want to have muscles like you," he said, putting his fingers as far around my biceps as possible. "Then I can get Markie back when he calls me a monkey and tries to tickle me." "Let's get him now," I said and put Nicky down. I crept up behind Marcus and grabbed him, pulling his arms behind his back. "Get him Nicky!" Nicky was merciless, his small nimble fingers tickling and reducing Marcus to a puddle of laughter in moments. "Stop! I'm gonna pee!" he said. "Not before you tell everybody you're a stinky fart monkey," Nicky said. "Never!" Marcus said, and Nicky resumed his attack. "Okay! I'm a stinky fart monkey, please stop!" Nicky gave me a high five as Marcus quickly headed for the bathroom. "They're so cute together," Cameron said as we walked to my home around ten, having left Marcus and Brady cuddled together on the sofa. "I've never seen Brady so happy." "And Marcus," I said. "And me too," Cameron said, with a smile and an expectant look. "Me three." Cameron put his hand left hand in my right as we walked and I felt like a teenager on a date, the kind where mom and dad are gone for the night and anything could happen. Cameron went to the spare room – his room – and sat on the bed grinning. "I get to live here. It's home now," he added, his eyes moist. "Thank you, Jordan." "You're welcome, Cameron," I said then thought, that's how I started out here. As I showered I halfway expected Cameron to join me then found myself wanting him here with me, but he was likely still enjoying his space. As I dried off I heard the other shower start. I was reading in bed when he stood in the doorway as though it were a guarded threshold, wearing what looked like the tight white briefs he'd modeled for me earlier in the day, stuffed full of ginger-cock. "Good night Jordan, sleep well. Thanks for the greatest day ever." "You're welcome Cameron," I said, ogling his pouch and waiting for him to approach but he stayed leaning on the doorway, smiling. A moment later he turned and I caught a glimpse of his milky white bubble butt shown off by the two straps of a jock as he left. The hallway went dark as he turned off the lights in his room. Seeing his ass displayed in that jockstrap had made me hard and I reached for my cock. I gripped it and realized that after last night a hand-job wouldn't do so abandoned my attempt at release. I don't know how long I'd been asleep when the bed moved and warm skin met my torso. My right hand was pulled around my bedmate in a side embrace and a hand wiggled between us, reaching down and guiding my cock into the warm cleft of a bubble butt. A gentle grasp pulled my cock to an already lubricated hole and the head pushed up against the wrinkled opening. By instinct I pushed forward as ass-muscles pushed back against me, forcing me just inside the tight slick hotness. I felt kisses on my right hand and a moan sounded as we both wiggled, driving me deeper. "Please love me Jordan." I inhaled his now-familiar scent as I nuzzled then bit his smooth neck. I reached down and grasped the sparse downy-haired base of his pulsing fat cock, spreading his pre-cum as I stroked him. "Ohh... ohh... yeah," he said. "I'm so glad I waited." I'd have to ask him about that later, I thought, then pushed slowly until I felt my sparse pubes bottom out against his hairless butt. I placed my palm on his abs as I started to pump in and out, and felt him flex as he countered my rhythm. His tight hole quivered around my steel-hard dick. "Stop," he whispered, and then I felt him contract and release his anal muscles, massaging my cock without moving his hips. I could only take a few minutes of this before nature took over and I started pumping into him, my cock needing to drive into the boy and make him mine. I reached up and found a nipple and started lightly flicking it. "Harder," he said, so I turned up the volume with some twists. "Oh fuck," was accompanied by his hips rapidly slamming back into me, increasing the friction that was lighting both our fires. I moved my hand down and found his balls tightly drawn up, cocked and loaded. I grasped his wet cock and on my third stroke it started pulsing as his contracting hole became a slick, hot vice on my thrusting rod. His searing cum shot onto my fingers as I unloaded deep into him. After five solid shots I stopped, his youth winning the count with one more. He rolled partway on his back so we could kiss, our tongues doing their own fucking for a few minutes. "Oh Jordan... oh my God... thank you... it's so good with you," he said between kisses. "I'm the one who should say thank you," I said. "I never thought I'd feel this way again." "You mean it?" "Of course. Teacher's honor," is all I got out before I was smothered in more kisses. "Come sleep in my bed," he said. "I'll clean this up tomorrow." I was going to ask why but decided to just go with it. "We'll clean it up tomorrow," I said. "We both contributed to it." "I gave more than you did," he said. "Bragger." After short visits to our respective bathrooms I found him leaning back against his open doorway at the end of the dimly lit hallway, arms crossed like he was cruising an alley for action, his cock still chubbed up, draped over his now relaxed balls. As I neared him he reached out his right hand and took my left, and walked me into his bedroom where he stopped by the bed. He reached up and put a hand on either side of my head then leaned in for a sensuous kiss, his tongue finding mine for a short duet. He pulled back. "Don't say anything, don't answer, okay?" "Okay." "I love you Jordan." I opened my mouth to respond and he softly placed a finger over my lips. "And the future we shall see," he added then gave me another kiss before his gentle push had my laying down in bed where he joined me. He rolled me onto my right side and spooned in behind me, his left arm over my torso. His chubbed-up teen-cock found a home between my legs. He nuzzled into my neck and kissed it. "Good night Jordan." "Good night Cameron," I said, then breathed out while my lips moved with a silent `Me too,' followed by a kiss against the back of his hand.