Date: Mon, 27 Apr 2020 15:39:51 +0000 (UTC) From: Michael Subject: The Pandemic Houseguest Part 2 The Pandemic Houseguest Part Two By Mitchell Conner Greetings readers. This is entirely fiction, a work brought on by a perverted imagination, access to the internet and time to burn. If it's illegal wherever you live, or for your calendar age, stop now. This story is mine: you're welcome to use it to pass the time but not to copy and repost as your own demented work. Before I go on, let's talk about Bob. Bob stays safe inside because it's the right thing to do. Bob gets horny so he goes to Nifty.org to help with that issue by reading stories like this. Bob donates generously because it's the right thing to do. Be like Bob. To those that emailed me: thank you for the encouragement and kind words. Comments welcome – I haven't written anything for Nifty in years and am suffering from cabin fever, so this is my Rx. "Jordan, hang on for a moment while I talk to Dean about some stuff," Judy said as soon as we got everything in through the front door. "Sorry we're late, we had some things to talk about and I fed him dinner so you'd still have food left in the morning." "It's okay, I..." "Hey, remember what we talked about! You can't sell me, it's illegal!" Jordan piped in from the living room. "I'm not selling you, I'm giving you away, and with that smart mouth of yours I'll probably have to pay to make that happen!" Judy snapped back. Her grin melted away as she turned towards me, walked me to the kitchen counter and pulled out papers from a large envelope. "You'll need these in case of any emergency. My supervisor suggested I get things in order in case..." "It's gonna be okay," I said, with as much assurance as I could muster. "Thank you, Dean, but I'm a realist. If something were to happen to me or Jordan, you need to be able to legally take care of things. This is your last chance to back out, and if you do I'll completely understand, although I don't know what I'd do, what with my parents in Denver and..." "I've got this, Judy," I said, touching her hand holding the papers. I was immediately enveloped in a full-on hug. I felt some muffled sobs in my chest as Judy just hung onto me. Then, she stood back and looked me in the eyes. "You're a good man, Dean. I should be so lucky, but..." We stood silently for a moment, accepting the unsaid and acknowledging a suddenly deeper friendship. "You guys need a room or what?" Jordan said as we both turned and saw that he'd walked into the kitchen. "No, Jordan, but just so you know, as soon as Dean signs these papers he owns you, and I've given him permission to hire you out to a factory to make iPhones if you give him any grief. Understand?" "Does that job come with any benefits? `Cause I could sure use a new phone." Jordan shot back. "Dean, did you know that when my patients are on a respirator they can't talk back to me? Now that's a benefit!" Judy said as she turned and grabbed Jordan in a full-on I-love-you-forever Mom hug. A few more muffled sobs erupted from one or the other or both of them as they held each other. After a few moments Judy loosened her grip and they both stood back at arm's length, looking at each other until Judy said, "I love you Jordan. Please be a good boy." Jordan's mouth quivered as he struggled to reply, finally only able to utter "I... love... you...t-t-t..." as he returned for a truly little boy hug, face buried in Judy's chest as he cried. I turned and left the kitchen to give them time and also lessen the embarrassment Jordan might feel when he came out of it and realized someone saw him at his non-sarcastic weakest. A look at Jordan's belongings made me realize that while he could sleep out here in the living room, he needed more room for his stuff. I then remembered that the former third bedroom that was now a home gym had an almost unused closet with shelves. Problem solved and I rolled the bags to sit next to the closet in the gym. When I returned to the kitchen Jordan was leaning against the counter looking at Judy, who had the papers laid out and a pen in her hand. As I signed she explained that these were guardianship papers that allowed me to get medical treatment for Jordan. I then noticed the word `custody' at the top of the next set of papers. "Worst case scenario," Judy said, noticing my looking at the paper. "If I buy it, you have the option of keeping custody of Jordan until he's eighteen. He gets to choose if he wants to live here or with his grandparents." "Um... okay... wow... I don't know what to say," I said, failing at sounding reassuring. I noticed Jordan standing to the side, staring at me as though contemplating buying a car. "It's gonna be okay," she replied. "Somebody big and strong told me that so it must be true. I need to get going, my shift starts in two hours and I need to finish up and get ready. I'll let you know whenever I'm at home but under no circumstances are you to come into the house since I might be communicable." Judy packed the papers into the envelope, handed it to me and walked towards the front door. "Honey, we can video chat once a day. Once I get my schedule I'll text you and let you know when," Judy said to Jordan, as she stood by the now open door. She blew a kiss to Jordan, and then closed the door as silence descended on the room. Jordan caught my attention as he slumped against the kitchen counter, his face looking like a lost little boy, lower lip extended, eyebrows furrowed, and shoulders slumped. There was no question in my mind about putting my arms around him and pulling him into a big ol' man-hug. His face was about pec level, being as he was about 5'6" tall compared to my 6'2" height. I felt him put his arms around my waist and join in. Maybe it was Jordan pushing back from the edge of the counter and into my groin, the smell of day-old boy, the feel of his blond hair on my neck, or his arms pulling me in tighter, but I was instantly transported to my youth. Back to my first boy, when I myself was just a boy of fifteen. Back to Devin. Alone in the house on a Wednesday after school. Back to the first time we fumbled around in a standing hug that spilled onto my bed. Grinding into each other in our shorts until the denim cloth became too painful rubbing against our swollen cocks. Down to underwear soaked with precum announcing our excitement as we rolled around on the bed, on top, on the bottom, riding our newly ignited passion. Peeling each other's underwear down and staring in wonderment at each other's cocks as they pulsed in time with our fast beating hearts. A moment of tenderness as Kevin climbed on top of me, face-to-face, gently lying down so that our moist cocks lined up with each other. The slow grind as we reveled in the sensation of first-time smooth pubescent skin-on-skin contact. His cheek resting on my cheek, his ragged breath in my ear. We lasted maybe five minutes of that massive overload on our teenage nerve endings, grinding and grunting while coming to a crescendo of hot cum erupting onto our attached bellies. As Kevin lay on top of me panting I could feel his heartbeat thumping into my right chest. I wanted to freeze time and never leave that moment because I'd never felt so peaceful, so right, in all my young life. A few minutes later Kevin had given me a sheepish grin as he rose up, strings of cum connecting us like cheese on a freshly cut piece of pizza. "My mom's boobs are a lot softer than these," Jordan said, lifting his head clear of my chest and snapping me back to the present. "Bet they don't give milk!" he giggled as he looked down and noticed my chubbed up groin. "Come on," I said walking towards the living room attempting unsuccessfully to discretely adjust myself. "I've got a place for you to put your stuff away, and here's where you'll be sleeping." I added, pointing to the sofa. "It folds out to a bed." "I get to sleep inside? Oh thank you! Thank you!" Jordan said, insincerely. "I'll have you know you're the first person to sleep on this overpriced piece of dead cow, my friend," I said, pointing to the modern black leather sofa. "You mean it's a virgin?!" Jordan said theatrically. "Well at least something in this house is!" I raised my eyebrows in complete astonishment at his words and how many ways they could be interpreted. I shook my head and grinned at the boy's wit. Without a reply I walked down the short hallway, Jordan trailing after me. As I walked into the gym bedroom I flipped on the light. The halogen spotlights in the room made the equipment sparkle, and was reflected in the full length mirror on the back wall of the room. "Wow! If my gym at school looked like this I might actually use it," Jordan said in amazement. "You've seen this before Jordan," I replied. "Yeah, but now that I'm your roommate it's different `cause I can use it." "Roommate?" I questioned. "Yeah. You know, when people live together without putting out they're called roommates, roomie!" he answered, cheerfully. I let the innuendo slide for the moment as I replied, "Roomie? Great! `Cause roomies share chores, which means you have to help me keep this place clean, do the dishes, the laundry, and generally pull your puny little weight around here," I finished, feeling momentarily triumphant in this battle of wits. "Is it too late to sign up for making iPhones?" Jordan replied, with a mock pleading look on his face. "Oh my God, you're too much kid." "Thank you, old man, thank you very much," Jordan said as he took a bow. "Old man?!?" I say, feigning anger. "I'll show you who's an old man!" I add, lunging towards the boy. "Please! If I wanted to see an old wrinkled up worm I'd go fishing!" Jordan giggled back, trying to run past me and out of the gym. I grabbed him and wrestled him down to the padded floor, careful not to crush him as I reached around for his vulnerable stomach. As soon as my left hand was under his shirt the tickle attack commenced. Jordan was reduced to a laughing puddle of boy in moments. "Okay! I give! Child abuse! Someone help me!" he screamed between giggles. My point made, I released him. Jordan was by that point lying on top of me, with his back against my stomach. Quick as can be he flipped over, scooted up and grabbed my wrists in an attempt to pin me. Curious as to where this was headed I let him pin my wrists to the floor above my head. This move put his crotch inches above my chin. I looked up under his loose t-shirt to an expanse of flat, smooth, toned belly, and two perky nipples. I was pleased with the view, so I gave only token resistance by moving my arms a bit. This had the effect of making Jordan grind his crotch into my chest as he moved to hold me down, and also provided a glimpse of two hairless armpits. Suddenly Jordan stopped just as I felt something stiff make a final grind into the valley between my pecs.