Date: Wed, 29 Apr 2020 15:46:08 +0000 (UTC) From: Michael Subject: The Pandemic Houseguest Part 3 The Pandemic Houseguest Part Three 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 problem by reading stories like this and other even better ones. 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. Author's Note: Please pardon the typo in Part 2: Dean's childhood friend's name was changed from Kevin to Devin and I didn't edit all references thoroughly. He'll make a few more appearances so I hope this will clear up any confusion. `Don't shoot until you see the whites of their eyes!' is a famous battle cry. What I'd seen was genuinely shoot-worthy, as Jordan's eyes opened in surprise at the realization he was rubbing his hard-on into my chest. He quickly stood up, turned towards the hallway, and left the room, but not before I could see a huge tent in the front of his nylon shorts. He'd picked a helluva day to go commando. I laid there on the floor in a quandary, made worse when I felt tightness in my own shorts, reached down to adjust myself and found a damp spot at the end of my throbbing cock. That one-eyed monster had obviously seen the whites of Jordan's eyes. Despite his obvious charms and teen-boy sexiness, I'd never allowed my mind to travel into `What if?' territory in regards to Jordan. I'm experienced enough to know that you don't shit in your own backyard, mess with the neighbor's kid, or piss on Superman's cape. Instead I'd relegated him to `cute kid next door' status and enjoyed having Judy's friendship, with Jordan present for dinners and light conversation. Judy was busy a lot with work, and Jordan seemed to have many school activities, which made it easy, I suppose, to keep temptation at arm's length and not ponder any possibilities. But now, here, today, he'd been plopped front and center into my life, an unavoidable temptation. Could I base anything on the innuendo laden comments he'd made? Or was that just his smart-ass way of expressing himself? "Hey! You okay? I know you're old and all so I hope I didn't give you a heart attack when I roughed you up," Jordan said, peering around the doorway to the gym from the waist up, hiding his shorts. I sat up, aware that my right hand had been resting on my now softer cock. When I stood up Jordan's eyes followed my waist and remained focused there when I stood next to him. "I'm up here," I said, as I reached out, put my left hand under his chin and gently raised his head. "Um... yeah... uh... You're a little big to miss," he replied, his eyes pointing down to my slightly swollen crotch as he said the word `big.' `Jesus kid, you're not making this easy, are you?' I thought to myself. "You got anything to eat? I haven't eaten in like two hours!" I smiled at Jordan's sense of priorities. After shoveling food into the bottomless pit named Jordan, we adjourned to the living room, where I showed him the various bits of electronic entertainment I owned. "Here, I can show you how it works," I offered, a remote in my hand. "Really? I'm fifteen years old, I've got this," he said, taking the remote from my hand. "And if you're nice to me I'll program your microwave so it stops flashing zeroes at you all of the time." I chuckled and shook my head at the intersection of my analog and his digital generation. The evening was spent sitting arm's length apart on the sofa watching a movie on Netflix and aimless chatting. I noticed that as time went on Jordan wasn't using every available comment to be a smartass and that he could be quite charming in his own little sarcastic way. I found myself liking getting to know him better despite my concerns about our newly close proximity. Said concerns being tested by the way he sat on the sofa, legs drawn up, shorts moving down exposing long, hairless, tanned teen-boy legs that had me practicing the limits of my peripheral vision. I actually had to cover a groan with a cough when he turned one of his legs towards me and I could see his teen boy-balls encased in white briefs, surrounded by pinkish white skin that obviously hadn't seen the sun. As I tried to maintain normal breathing, he readjusted himself a moment later, perhaps due to my laser vision overheating his eggs. His facial expression didn't give anything away on busting me, but based on what I knew of him he could've been holding aces high and I wouldn't know until his cards were out on the table. That evening I learned that he liked English and History, but that if I told anyone he'd sneak in at night and kill me using his Ninja skills. His favorite physical activity was swimming. "But I don't want to be on the team because they wear those tight little swimsuits and I mean, what happens if you get..." he explained, trailing off. "Happy?" I offered, trying to take the high road. Jordan burst out laughing at my remark. "You mean like you were happy earlier today?" "Hey, I believe you were Mr. Happy too!" I replied, putting it back on him. "Yeah, well..." he said, seemingly stumped at thinking of a one-up to my remark. "Hey, it happens. You're fifteen. Been there" I offered, trying to be consoling. "Well I do like learning about history," he said. "Even ancient history." I made to lunge at him and he shrank back, drawing his knees up to his chin. "Okay, okay! I'll be nice!" he squealed, grinning. "Would it make you happy... um... I mean, would you like to show me how to use your gym? Don't let it go to your head but you're actually pretty built." I tilted my head at him, at a loss for words on his sudden compliment. "Yeah, yeah, Mom told me to be good and I'll try even if it hurts," he joked. "Sure, but it's kinda late. I'll give you a full workout tomorrow afternoon after I'm done with work, and you're done with school. Do you need a ride to school in the morning?" "Um... no... I'll be fine," he replied. "Hey, it's no problem," I insisted. "Uh... I don't think you understand," he said, standing up and walking over to his backpack. He took out a notebook computer, held it up and stifled a laugh as he said, "This is school." "Oh, I didn't know... I um..." "There's also the fact that tomorrow is Sunday," he added, with a bit of a smirk. "Oh... duh on me. This is all kind of a lot, you know?" I replied, feeling overwhelmed. "Sorry." "Hey, it's okay," he said, his tone turning sympathetic. "I didn't expect you to know. I didn't expect to be going to school online this year. I didn't expect to be staying here now. I didn't expect my mom to be..." he stopped, his voice cracking with emotion. This time I just held my arms open and he dove into a big hug, a few sobs escaping as he curled into me. "Hey, it's gonna be okay. We'll find a way to get through this," I said by way of comforting him. "Don't tell anyone," he said, his voice muffled by arms around him. "Tell what?" "That I need hugs sometimes." "Everybody needs hugs." "No, you don't understand. I have a reputation. I'm the smartass. If anyone found out, years of work would be destroyed," he said, raising his head to look at me. "Your secret is safe with me," I replied, solemnly. Jordan just rolled his eyes and stood up. "Where do I shower and stuff?" he said, his purposely abrupt change of topic not lost on me. "Follow me," I said, leading him to the hallway bathroom. Stepping inside I slid the shower door open to reveal a well-equipped jacuzzi tub, with multiple built-in nozzles and two shower heads. "Wow!" Jordan said, admiringly. "I can't wait to get dirty so I can use this." I burst out laughing as Jordan figured out he'd accidently said something so leading. "Hey!" he protested, "That's not what I meant!" "Are you a dirty boy?" I said, working to get the words out as I started laughing again. "I bet you'd like it if I were!" Jordan replied coyly. "Maybe," I responded, shrugging my shoulders, and instantly regretting trying to one-up this boy-man who'd invaded my home and desires. We both just stood there for a moment, before it was time for me to purposely make an abrupt change of subject. "The towels are in the cabinet under the sink. Feel free to use the drawers for your stuff. I'll go get your bed ready." As I folded out the sofa bed and put on the sheets I'd gotten from the gym closet, I heard Jordan rummaging around the gym, and then go into the bathroom. The shower came on and I figured at his age he'd be in there for a while taking care of washing and cleaning out his pipes. I know if I were presented with a shower like that at age fifteen I would've been at it big time. As I sat down on the edge of the sofa, the sound of the shower took me back to another memory of Devin. It was the weekend after that first time. We'd plotted and schemed to get together again. Neither of us actually put to words why, but I saw the hunger Devin's eyes when our mission was accomplished for permission to stay overnight. For two nights! In Devin's bedroom! It was an addition behind their garage that offered almost total privacy from his little sister and parents, and even had its own bathroom! Yeah, it was originally intended for his grandmother but she'd opted for Florida instead. Now I understood why she was his favorite grandparent. It was agony waiting for Friday. I mean real agony: I was so hard most of the time my cock actually hurt just thinking of the possibilities. So there we were on Friday night. After dinner we'd watched TV with his family and then put our plan into action. "Are you guys tired?" Devin's mom asked, after we'd both let out exaggerated yawns. "Yeah," we both answered. "Our coach made us run today," Devin offered up. "Thought I smelled something!" Devin's dad said, with a chortle. "Daaaad!" Devin squeeled. "Now honey, don't embarrass the boys," his mom said, smiling at us. "I'm sure that after they shower they'll fresh as ever." For some reason all I heard was `they shower' and all I could think of was Devin's naked body sliding next to mine as water ran off of us. As we stood up to go to his bedroom I had to pull the hem of my t-shirt down to cover my boner, and walked just a bit stooped over to avoid having a pole lead the way. I noticed that Devin was in a similar state, and when our eyes met we both had to stifle a giggle. "Good night boys, sleep well," Devin's mom called out. Sleep was the last thing on our horny teenaged minds. Not a word was spoken as we walked into his bedroom, locked the door and stood face to face. Like some choreographed dance our arms moved in unison to pull each other into an embrace. I felt his cheek against mine and as his breath caressed my ear a jolt went through me and like lightning, exited through my cock. Our dance continued, grinding into each other, our hands moving down and around until we both held the round bits of flesh that made up our half-melon-shaped butts. As we massaged those orbs, sensations I'd never felt before coursed through me and we shuddered in unison. Devin was first to pull off my t-shirt. I followed suit, removing his and then pulling his shorts down, careful to pull them out as they went over the damp bulge in his white Hanes briefs. He made to copy me, but instead grabbed the waistband of both my shorts and underwear at the same time, slowly pulling them down over my swollen, wet cock. `Thwack!' went my cock as it was freed of its own white Hanes briefs' prison. We broke out giggling and only stopped when Devin put his fingers to his lips with a `shhhh.' I slowly lowered Devin's underwear, releasing him. There was no thwack noise as his rather thick five-incher bobbed up and down in front of him, like a pole with a fish on the hook. We stepped close and I pulled my cock down with my left hand as my right hand wrapped around both our hard dicks at the same time. We instinctively started a standing fuck motion, our precum lubricating as we slid against each other. I felt Devin put his hands on my shoulders, and I reached up with my left hand and grabbed his right bicep. I felt a new thrill as I touched his muscles and we continued to fuck into my right hand. "Shower," I said, relaxing my grip and pulling Devin towards the bathroom. "Dean? Dean? Dean!" I came out of my trance and found myself at eye level with a thick white bath towel wrapped low around Jordan's thin, toned waist, well below a lightly pronounced v-shaped `Adonis belt.' The towel was so low I could see a few exposed hairs that were parked above a very respectable bulge. "Jesus, Jordan!" I exclaimed, not editing my reaction in the least. "What? Are you okay?" "Um... yeah... I'm fine... I just... didn't realize it was so late," I stammered, not even knowing what the time actually was. "It's eleven o'clock Dean. I'm sure that's at least two hours past your bedtime, right?" I tried to refocus by looking up from the towel-clad temptation in front of me, only to see the smooth, toned almost six-pack belly, developing pecs, and two red nipples surrounded by silver-dollar sized pink flesh. I audibly gulped and then looked at Jordan's face. "You got it bad, don't you Dean?" he said, feigning concern. "Wha... what?" I stammered, thinking that I was now totally busted for perving at this sexy creature. "Senility. It's okay. My name is Jordan. I'm your roommate. I'll take care of you," he said, now stifling a laugh. "Now it's time for bed. Do you need any help in the shower?" It was his turn to burst out laughing now at my bewildered state. `Help in the shower?! Fuck!' I thought. `Give me a break please, kid!' Somehow I managed to concentrate enough to tell Jordan that there was an extra blanket in the gym closet if he got cold, and he was welcome to help himself to orange juice and whatever he found in the kitchen if he woke up before me. This gave my dick a chance to soften up to the point I could stand without pointing to where I was going, which was my bedroom. My escape was a few mere steps away when... "Dean?" "Yes Jordan?" I replied, unwilling to turn around and face a boy whose towel was all there was between him and some seriously primal urges building up inside me. "Good night." "Oh yeah, sorry," I said, turning around. "Good nigh..." was all I got out as I was forcibly enveloped in a hug. When my hands automatically wrapped around Jordan to return the hug I realized I was touching the bare, soft, smooth skin of his back. The tips of my little fingers could feel the top of the towel that curved sensuously over his round butt. The last time I touched naked fifteen year old boy skin was with Devin. Without thinking I put my cheek next to his, my breath caressing his ear as Devin's had done to mine years ago. My resolve was melting faster than ice cream in July in Vegas. "Told you I needed hugs," Jordan said, his voice a bit muffled as he was mostly speaking to my left pec. "Me too," I replied. "Me too."