Date: Thu, 14 May 2020 16:50:23 +0000 (UTC) From: MC Subject: The Pandemic Houseguest Part 6 The Pandemic Houseguest Part Six By Mitchell Conner Greetings readers. Thank you for the encouraging emails, those really motivate me to keep on with this story. I'm humbled by how much you're enjoying this story. Comments keep me writing and are welcome – I haven't written anything for Nifty in years and am suffering from cabin fever, so this is my Rx. If gay content, descriptions of hot gay sex, 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. 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 others. Bob donates generously because it's the right thing to do. Be like Bob. And on with the story. I woke up very early in the morning; our positions reversed with Jordan now nestled into my chest in the classic little spoon, big spoon position. I gently raised my head, a wave of emotion coursing through me, as I took in every detail of the beautiful naked boy sharing my bed. Nature was calling, so I carefully extracted myself from our embrace and made a quick trip to the bathroom. Relieved, I stepped towards the bed as my vision adjusted to the low light in the room illuminating the boy's sleeping form. My eyes were drawn from the contour of his uncovered lean torso down to his narrow hips, where they blended into the enticing curves of his firm, round ass. He was breathtakingly beautiful and I committed yet another picture of Jordan to my memory. I crawled back into bed, lying on the fading warmth of my prior resting place. It was one of those very rare `you're in the exact right place at the right time moments.' I'd been with enough men and boys to know the difference between waking up with a trick or a potential lover. For a moment I tried denying a growing sense of affection, one that hadn't filled my heart for a long time, but gave up as I felt his soft hair caress my face. With a small drawn out moan Jordan grasped my left hand and pulled it over himself like a muscular blanket. He sighed, my heart swelled, and we drifted off to sleep. I was pushing against that impossibly tight opening I'd grazed with cock last night, trying to force my way inside when it gave way. My hard cock was inside a warm, slick, fleshy hole and it felt so real... And it kind of was. I awakened looking down at a mop of blond hair moving up and down in rhythm to the pleasurable sensations coming from my sensitive cock. "Jordan... hey... Jordan?" I said, my voice vibrating its usual rough gravel morning mode. Jordan looked up like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, only with splatters of spit instead of crumbs on his face. His slightly puffy ruby lips formed a caught-in-act-don't-give-a-damn smile. I opened my arms in invitation and Jordan gave up his man-toy with a wet slapping sound as it hit my stomach. He sensuously slid up my body, his cock rubbing past my still slick one, stopping as his rod poked into my stomach. "Good morning," he leaned up and purred deeply into my ear, his breath sending a tingle down to my spit-wet cock resting between his legs as they spread open to drape over mine. I wrapped my arms around him to complete the hug, trying to avoid the multiple possibilities of what I should say to the boy occupying my chest and invading my thoughts. `Are you okay? We shouldn't be doing this' and other bits of concern seemed tinged with a guilt I didn't wholly possess. My addled brain quit trying to make sense as I felt Jordan reach back, grasp both my hands with his and move them down so each one cupped a fleshy, smooth, round boy-melon. As if to put an exclamation point on it, Jordan clenched his hands over mine so I gripped each orb, feeling its firmness. "Oh God," I moaned as Jordan contracted his ass to hump his now moist cock into my stomach at the same time my fingers were relaying how happy they were. Jordan planted his hands on either side of my torso and extended his arms so that he was bent up from the waist. His unruly mop of morning hair came into view as he looked down between our grinding bodies to watch his own cock slide over my stomach, leaving a moist snail-trail of teen-boy pre-cum, a low growl escaping his pursed lips. Jordan leaned over me stroking his cock on me as he pulled himself up my body, his undulating six-pack drawing closer and closer to my face. He stopped as his cock came to rest in the cleft of my muscular chest. I followed his gaze from his pre-cum pulsing sword to my eyes. My hands had never left his ass. His eyes begged an unspoken request, and in response I used my grip to move him up as he extended his upper legs to kneel over my face. "Please," he pleaded in a whisper drenched in desire. For the briefest of seconds my memory flickered in recognition of a similar request, and as I'd done years before, I moved my head up and took him into my willing mouth. I knew at that moment my affection for the boy demanded I not deny his pleasure. He'd earned that much. Sweet, salty teen-boy pre-cum assailed my tongue, and like a drug it put aside any thoughts except those intent on pleasure. Jordan moaned, pushing himself deep inside until I felt the soft curls of his short pubes resting on my upper lip. I actually had to work on relaxing my throat as the healthy boy's big-for-his-age rod bottomed out. The round silky bag cradling his sperm-makers slid smoothly over my chin so I extended my tongue to take a swipe at them. Jordan groaned and shuddered as his iron hard silk covered boy spike pulsed out more pre-cum boy-nectar. A primal drive for shared pleasure took over my consciousness. Jordan took some tentative strokes fucking my mouth, moaning with each move. Thankful for his compact build, I lifted him clear of my face as I spun him around above me so that he now faced my cock. I was met with a view of a tightly drawn up bag `o boy-balls and his glistening wet one-eyed pride and joy, so hard it was pointing away from my face towards my middle. As Jordan planted his knees on either side of my head I grasped his silken smooth stick and gently bent it towards my mouth. Jordan moaned as he was once again back in the saddle and I savored his intoxicating taste. It was my turn to moan a moment later when I felt Jordan go down on my hard cock. One of his hands held it upright as he plunged up and down repeatedly. I shuddered as I visualized those puffy ruby lips sliding on my pulsing man-cock. Jordan being shorter than me, it was inevitable his bent cock would pop out of my mouth. When it did I found myself face to ass with two silken smooth half-melon shaped cheeks rounding down to a hairless valley. Therein resided his most private place, about the size of a quarter with a dark pink ring around it. The pucker appeared so tight I wondered if even a little finger-sized jackhammer could pound its way into his holy of holies. `Holy shit!' I thought. `I'm thinking of pounding his hole! Get a grip! Last night was a one-off... this morning is just because... well he started it!" my inner monologue devolving into a childish excuse. Fuck it. I dove in, thinking that if this was indeed a one-off, I'd enjoy my last meal like a condemned man. I tongued around his virgin hole, circling it like Indians in an old western movie. When I used the tip of my tongue to push against his non-yielding starfish I heard Jordan gasp as he pulled off my cock and sat bolt upright. This had the effect of grinding his ass into my face and heightening the sensations he was feeling from what was most likely the first time he was experiencing being rimmed. "Oh my God Dean! What are you doing?!" he moaned out lustily. `Yep, first time," I thought to myself. Rather than waste my mouth on words, I extended my jaw and lightly chewed into the edge of his hole and taint, rubbing my jaw and spit-slick lips along his young, fresh flesh. "Fuuuuuuuck!!" he squeeled, making me feel like quite the expert. Jordan was a quick learner, as he now started rubbing his hairless taint and hole on my face. Suddenly a high voltage charge raced from my nipples down to and through the end of my cock, feeling strong enough that lightning should have erupted from its head. The clever boy had somehow recalled my kryptonite from our workout and used his small nimble fingers to give each slut button a firm twist. I was immediately transformed into a starving pig of a man, chowing down on this savory teen's sweet ass. Jordan's moans with each grind of his spit-slick ass onto my face were approaching a crescendo as he suddenly rose up on his own, spun and pushed his dripping cock past my yielding lips. I concentrated on keeping the wildly gyrating teen's slick unyielding cock in my mouth as he thrust himself in as deeply as possible with each stroke. "Unghhh! Unghhh! Unghhh! Unghhh! he grunted as each abundant shot of his salty sweet boy-juice erupted into my mouth; the muscles in his lean taut torso flexing with each stroke, eyes rolled back, mouth open gulping air. Seeing that pushed me into a higher plateau, as I suddenly felt my own blast become imminent, forgetting that I'd grasped my swollen, pre-cum dripping, loaded for boy seven-point-five-oh in the heat of passion when he'd twisted my nipples. I honestly felt like I might blissfully pass out as the intensity of my orgasm washed over me in a huge wave of pleasure. We froze in position for a moment, until Jordan's cock became too sensitive. He shuddered as I gave it one more swipe of my tongue for any remaining nectar, then plopped down on his side, facing me. I saw him look down towards my cum-damp spent cock as a lusty smile formed, seemingly happy that I'd also gotten off and we'd shared the ride equally. A few minutes later when our passion and spent cum had cooled, I reached over and rested my left hand on his right hip as I propped my head up with my right hand. "You okay?" I asked. Jordan just looked at me warmly, seemingly content. "I just need to ask... because... uh... well... I hadn't planned on things going like this," I stammered. "Well I'm not. Okay, that is," he replied flatly. I raised my eyebrows and opened my eyes wide, but before I could say anything Jordan continued. "I don't get you, Dean. You think what we did was just `okay'?" Now I was getting really concerned. "Having a hamburger is okay. Making it through math class without falling asleep is okay. But this... and last night... are so far beyond just okay." "I'm sorry..." I started, and Jordan cut me off. "It... you... this... was fucking incredible!" he exclaimed in excitement. "And you ask if it was just okay?" "Well I... uh... just wanted to know... that you enjoyed it," I stammered. "No of course I didn't!" he responded with dripping sarcasm. "You think I had the two biggest cums of my life just so you wouldn't feel guilty? Are you out of your fucking mind? You are so dense I swear!" Before I could respond Jordan pushed me onto my back and lay down on me so we were sticky body to sticky body, his face serious as he forcefully spoke. "I never do anything I don't want to do. You said it Dean, I'm like the weather, there's no controlling me. I wanted this. It was better than I ever imagined. No, wait, it was the best thing ever," then paused. "I made it happen and if you feel guilty about it that's your problem not mine." Before I could process getting told off by a naked teenager cum-stuck to my equally naked chest an alarm could be heard coming from the living room. Jordan lifted his head and glanced in the direction of the clock on my nightstand. "Fuck fuck fuck!!! I have school in twenty minutes!" he cursed. Then he surprised me once again by leaning down and giving me a quick yet passionate kiss on the lips. "'Okay' my ass!" he exclaimed, shaking his head as he none-to-gently jumped off me and then walked away. I watched the firm bubbles of his ass move in time with his strides as he left me there lying in bed, a sticky mess of half-dried cum and half-formed thoughts of what the fuck had happened to me since Saturday afternoon. As I lay in bed pondering my topsy-turvy world I heard the shower running in the other bathroom, followed by sounds of Jordan rustling around in the gym as he got ready for whatever passed for school during these crazy times. I took a nice long hot shower, replaying the `Best of Jordan' highlights from the past two days. With those mental images it was no surprise I was raging hard without even touching myself. "Fucking troublemaker," I said, looking down at the one-eyed monster with an appetite for cute boys. It pulsed for a second as though nodding its head in agreement. I grabbed the spent snake, gave it a stroke then shut off the water. My hand just wasn't gonna live up to doing it with Jordan. I didn't have any online client meetings until the afternoon, so I suited up in my usual home office attire of black shorts and a matching tank top. As I headed to the kitchen I saw Jordan sitting on the sofa, his notebook computer on the coffee table facing away from the rest of the house towards him. Muted teenage voices were broadcast as Jordan smiled at me and whispered `class' while pointing at the screen. Just then I caught the aroma of freshly brewed coffee coming from the kitchen, and felt a little flutter as I realized Jordan's thoughtfulness. I chuckled to myself as I recalled some one-night-stands that ended up with coffee or breakfast being served, but none of them had been from a precocious lad as hot as the fifteen-year-old in my living room. I poured myself a cup and added a bit of sugar and some cream. When I returned to the living room I held up the coffee in a thankful salute and as Jordan lifted his head to look at me I blew him an exaggerated kiss. Jordan stifled a chuckle and rolled his eyes at my corny gesture, but the smile that remained was genuine. Once I was back in the kitchen I figured turnabout was fair play, so I poured Jordan a glass of orange juice, grabbed a pastry from the fridge, a banana from a nearby bowl, put them on a tray and headed back to him. Jordan put a finger to his lips to shush me as I walked up to the coffee table and lay the tray down within arm's reach, keeping out of site to the rest of his `class.' Jordan's eyebrows rose as he acknowledged the tray. He quickly pointed at the banana then gave me a thumbs-up along with a wicked smile. I didn't miss him pushing his tongue against his cheek to mimic a cock either. I just shook my head and returned to the kitchen, feeling energized and happy. As I was finishing breakfast my phone rang—it was Judy. I walked past Jordan, into my office, closed the door and answered. "Good morning Judy, how are you?" "I'll live... just tired," she answered, her yawn stretching out her words. "How's the virus ward?" "It's... um... really tough," she quivered in reply. "What happened? Are you okay?" "I... lost a patient last night... she was... only twenty-five..." she sobbed. "Oh Judy, I'm so sorry. That's gotta be rough for you. Is there anything I can do for you?" "You're already doing it, Dean. You're watching over my boy. I know it must be hard with a teenager in your home," she responded earnestly, not knowing the other meaning her answer brought to my mind. "Uh... umm... it's really no problem," I stumbled guiltily. "Last night reminded me that you gotta live while can, Dean. It doesn't last forever. That poor girl never had a chance to really live life." "That's a good point to remember," I agreed, trying my damnedest not to replay my really-living-life night and morning with Jordan while talking to his mother. "Dean, there's something I should've told you. Before Saturday even. But I was worried about how you'd react," she said, then added, "Maybe you already figured it out." With a statement like that of course I had to ask. "What?" I ventured, suspiciously. "You know Jordan likes you? Don't you?" "Yeah, I've gotten that idea in between his sarcasm and smart-ass remarks." "No, I mean he likes you. Really like-likes you," Judy insisted, using teen slang as I visualized her finger pointing at me. "He's a fine boy..." I started to say, attempting unsuccessfully to change direction. "Yes, he is," Judy cut me off. "But... well... he's got this huge crush on you. He kinda told me as much when I caught him... umm... well... anyway, I shoulda told you but I could never find the right time and I couldn't exactly say `Here's my son, please take care of him and oh by the way he's got a huge crush on you,'" she said, stopping only when she ran out of breath. "Yeah, that woulda been pretty embarrassing for Jordan." "So you know what that means, right?" she said, again forcing the inevitable question. "Um... not exactly... what? I responded, kind of dreading the answer. "Jordan usually gets what he wants, Dean. There's been no stopping him since he was born. You know he took his first steps at 6 months? By the time he was a year old he was walking. Sometimes I think he's been walking all over me ever since but the thing is, he's really responsible and he makes good decisions. I couldn't ask for a better son... and I could give a shit who he likes or has a crush on, so long as it's someone decent who cares that he's happy and safe like I do," Judy squeezed out in one breath, her metaphoric finger poking me in the chest with each point she made. I wondered if me gulping air like a beached goldfish could be heard by Judy on the other end of the call. "I'm sorry Dean, I'm rambling. Last night's got me going a little crazy and I should get some sleep. Please tell Jordan I called and I'll talk to him when I wake up later today, okay?" "Sure Judy," I stammered as I managed to assemble two eloquent words into a sentence. "And Dean..?" "Yes?" "I know you're taking good care of my boy. Thank you." "You're welcome Judy," I got out just as she clicked off the call. `Would you say thank you if you knew what we'd been up to? Or have you already guessed?' I wondered. I'd never been laid out over the phone quite like this. I felt guilty, exposed and relieved all at the same time. But this was no free pass I'd been given. Last night and this morning had been about a lot of things: lust, passion, and a teen-boy's hormones igniting my memories. But as I sat there trying to process my shared isolation situation I had to admit that I felt genuine affection for the smart-ass currently sitting his oh-so-sexy butt on my lucky sofa. Time for some more caffeine. I turned towards Jordan as I walked past the living room and noticed he had his back to me now, phone held up, probably on a video chat with someone. "Who the fuck is that?! Ay papi!" came a shrill Latino voice from Jordan's phone as I realized I was inadvertently photo-bombing his call. I kept walking until I was out of view from the phone, stopped and looked at Jordan as he turned his head to me. I shrugged my shoulders and raised my hands palm up in a voiceless `What the fuck?' Jordan just shrugged back and continued his chat. "That's my neighbor, Dean. I'm staying with him because my mom is working at the virus ward at the hospital and I can't be around her," he explained. "Oh? That man next door..." he started, paused, then with a note of recognition continued. "Him?!? You're so lucky mi hijo!" [my boy] That's prime daddy meat there," the voice continued, seemingly unaware I was listening to being described as a slab of beef. "Introduce me. I want to see who's `taking care' of my best friend," the voice insisted with a not-at-all-sly emphasis on `taking care.' Jordan motioned for me to step over to him. Once I was close enough he swiveled the phone and said, "Rafael, this is Dean. Dean, this is Rafael." "Hello Rafael, nice to meet you," I said politely, my gaze met by an olive- skinned short black-haired teenager who was very cute in a whole different way than Jordan. "Hola papi... err... I mean Dean. So nice to finally meet you too," he replied with an big flirty smile as he batted his eyes at me. "Jordan you never introduced me to your neighbor before. You're a very bad boy," Rafael said in a voice that would have a blind man pointing at him saying "Gay!!!" "Well... um... uh..." Jordan stammered as I enjoyed this rare moment of seeing him flummoxed. "Well, I need to get going," I offered as an excuse after a moment of uncomfortable silence, holding up my empty coffee cup like some grade schooler's excuse for whatever. "Nice to meet you Rafael." "You too, papi... errr... Mister Dean," I heard Rafael reply still in full charm mode as I turned away from the phone. I took a step out of camera range, set the cup down on the dining table, got Jordan's attention, pointed towards his phone and made the `heart' sign with my hands as I mouthed `boyfriend?' Jordan vigorously shook his head `NO!' I retreated out of sight, but not out of hearing range. "What are you shaking your head at?" Rafael could be heard to say on the phone. "Um... just telling Dean I don't want any... uh... anything to drink." "Um-huh," came a sly sarcastic reply. "Have you tapped that yet?" he continued, unconcerned he might be overheard. "'Cause I would and if you haven't Ima queer-a-teen his fine ass!" "Rafael!" "So?" "Um... uh... mmm..." was all Jordan could get out. "Oh mi hijo!" I'm so happy for you!" Rafael assumed cheerily, then made a popping noise. "There goes your cherry! Finally!" I retreated to the kitchen, trying desperately not to laugh but intrigued by what I'd heard. So my guest, the sexy boy who shared my bed, was likely a virgin. Considering I'd had his bank-vault tight rosebud mashed into my face this morning it was not an earth-shaking revelation, but it made me smile. I heard the boys say their good-byes and then heard Jordan mutter under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear. "He's mine, bitch." I blushed like a schoolgirl upon hearing his possessiveness. A few minutes later I could hear what sounded like class back in session. At about noon I looked up from my desk to see Jordan standing in the office doorway with a familiar look on his face. "Yeah, lunchtime. I've got some bread and stuff to make sandwiches, is that okay?" Jordan nodded his head as he turned and walked away towards the kitchen, his silence conspicuous. I laid out the fixings on the counter and we each went about preparing our meal. The occasional bump and rub as we worked side by side actually felt comfortable, like two old friends side-by-side. "Rafael can be such a dick," Jordan announced as we sat down at the kitchen bar to eat. "How long you known him?" I deflected. "Since sixth grade. He can be real jerk, but he's my best friend." "I had some friends growing up who were real characters too," I offered. "Not like Rafael. He doesn't give a shit what anybody thinks of him, he's just... out there." "Yeah, I noticed," I grinned, trying to not to laugh. It was unsuccessful as we both broke out laughing. "I can't believe he said that shit," Jordan said, shaking his head. "But it's pretty typical of him." After a pause, Jordan continued. "He's the first guy who ever told me he's gay. He was twelve years old when he did it. Can you believe that?" "Um... well... after that call I can," I replied. "Yeah. He's the only one at school that knows I'm..." I waited to see how he'd end his sentence. "So... um... after I told him I was gay I felt better, like somehow it wasn't just me," he finished. I was proud of him for not avoiding the word. "Yeah, I know the feeling," I responded, sharing a smile and mutual revelation with Jordan. "Sounds like a good friend to have." "The best." We ate in silence, lost in our respective thoughts. When finished, I put my plate into the sink and made to start washing the dishes. Jordan gently pushed into my side and moved me away. "I got it, roomie." I stood back and folded my hands over my chest, then spoke. "Your mom called. She knows." Jordan raised his eyebrows high enough to merge with his hairline as he dropped the flatware he was washing into the sink. I was enjoying my temporary wit superiority, but couldn't keep Jordan in this state for too long out of fear of retaliation. "She told me that you like me." "You jerk!" Jordan exclaimed, trying unsuccessfully to act up upset, his smile giving it away. "But you do, don't you?" "You dufus! Scared the shit out of me," he chastised, then continued. "Okay, yeah, it's true. I've had a crush on you from that first day you came to our door." "Yeah, I remember that time `cause you were staring at me." "I wasn't staring" ...he started, and as I now stared at him he changed course. "Okay, I was staring but I mean, damn, this muscle daddy comes to my door, what am I supposed to do?" "Daddy?!" I came back, feigning surprise. "Um... yeah..." "How do you know that term?!" "It's called the internet, Dean, you should try it sometime. You can find videos of cats and shit," he replied, back to being a lovable smart-ass and obviously moving the conversation away from the `daddy' thing. "Oh? You mean that double-u-double-u-double-u stuff the kids always talk about," I joked, using an old-man voice. "What else can you find?" "Porn, lots of porn," he joked back, his gaze dropping to my crotch. I had to laugh at his playful boyishness at this moment because it was as damned cute as he was. Between my phone call with Judy and talking with Jordan now I felt better about what I'd awakened to this morning—and what I'd done. Jordan's boyish laughter joined mine. He was definitely okay. "So does my mom really know everything?" he questioned, a trace of concern in his voice. "Well she didn't say directly but..." "Doesn't matter. She knows I can handle myself and she's pretty smart." "So... you like older guys?" "No, I like one older muscle guy," he replied, sarcasm replaced with a warm smile that made me blush again. "You don't make this easy, Jordan. You're hard to resist." "Well you're right. I'm not easy, I'm irresistible, and I'm hard." "When I was fifteen I was always hard," I snapped back, feeling free to join in the sexual innuendo Jordan so readily bantered. "Yeah, isn't it great?" I just smiled at his exuberance and thought, `The next best thing to being fifteen and hard all the time, is having a hard fifteen year old.' A beeping sound came from the living room. "School?" I asked. "Yeah." "Better than those annoying bells ringing." "Here's what's better," Jordan said, turning and burrowing into my chest, surprising me with a hug and little bit more as I felt him press his previously mentioned hard teen-cock into me. There was no telling what's next with the beautiful boy who had his arms around me pulling me into an embrace, his soft blonde hair on my neck, his scent invading my senses, and his third leg a reminder he may have just been fed but he was still hungry. One minute he was a sarcastic `I can do whatever I want almost-adult,' the next he was a... well, he'd halfway admitted it: a boy who needed his daddy. I just held on and enjoyed the moment. That afternoon I managed to make it through two short video client calls as Jordan made it through whatever classes he had. About four o'clock I sensed movement and looked up from my desk to the doorway where Jordan had taken to standing whenever it was feeding time. My jaw dropped open when I saw him leaning against the doorframe, naked except for a bulging white jockstrap in contrast to his tanned lean physique silhouetted perfectly from behind. His defined silky-smooth abs flexed slightly as he balanced on one leg, the other slightly bent and showing his developed thighs. His hazel eyes were partially covered by some stray blond hair, which he pushed to the side with a raised hand, the movement exposing a hairless armpit. When he crossed his arms, the pink nubs of his nipples were just peeking out over them as he stared at me staring at him. He looked hungry for something other than food. "Uh... umm... hi Jordan," was as eloquent as I could get given the fact that all the blood was now heading towards my little head, leaving my big head incapable of even closing my gaping mouth. "It's time, Dean," he said.