Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2001 22:39:27 +0000
From: Horned Owl <knightly_owl@hotmail.com>
Subject: House Sitter

This is my second attempt at writing an adult story, so if you like it and
would like to see more stories, please let me know at
knightly_owl@hotmail.com. AOL members ONLY might buddy list and chat with me
under the screen name WantLongOne, but please send all mail to
knightly_owl@hotmail.com. Enjoy.

Okay, so here are the usual disclaimers. This story contains man-on-man sex
between consenting adults. If you don't want to read such things, then stop
here.


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Hi my name is Dave, and this is the story of my first time with another guy.
It was during my first year at college, and I was just starting to deal with
my homosexual feelings. I had grown up in a small town where it was not okay
to be gay, so I has mostly suppressed my feelings until getting to college
in the big city. Looking back on it, I can see that my roommate started
hitting on me from day one, but I was either too oblivious or too uncertain
about it all to realize it. I guess I can't blame him for hitting on me. I
was on the swim team, and I'm sure I had a good body even back then. I was
6ish feet tall and probably around 150 or so pounds, very lean but toned
from swimming all the time. I also have dark brown hair and big brown eyes.
My roommate probably wanted to be my first, but I'm happy that it turned out
the way it did. We eventually got to have our own fun, but that's another
story.

I was going to school only two hours away from my hometown. Still, that was
a little too far away to take care of the family dog when my parents went on
vacation, so they hired a house sitter and asked me to look in on him once
or twice while they were gone. I bet you can guess where this is going, but
at the time I didn't think anything of it. Anyway, the first week my parents
were away, I went about my life as usual, going to classes and staring at
the cute guys on campus and not really knowing what to do about it. I had
decided that I would check in on my parents house and their house sitter
mid-week, so when Wednesday rolled around, I loaded up my laundry and headed
to my parents house.

When I got there, the house was dark except for one lamp I could vaguely see
through the curtains of the living room window as I pulled into the
driveway. This was standard procedure when there was no one home, so I
thought that the house sitter must be out for the evening. I let myself in
the back door into the laundry room and started my laundry. I left the
laundry room through the kitchen and headed toward the living room to watch
some TV. I should probably point out that my parents have a pretty big
house, and it's designed in a way that sound doesn't travel very far, so it
wasn't surprising that neither the house sitter nor I knew that we were both
in the house at this point. I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard a
voice. I was uncertain what to do. Having lived in the house myself, I knew
how easy it was to accidentally scare someone by coming up on them unaware.
(Note previous statement about sound not traveling.) As I'm deciding what to
do, I have a sudden shock when I realize that the deep, male voice I hear is
saying, "Oh yeah, baby. That's so goooood." I'm doubly-stunned, because I
realize the sexual nature of what might be going on and the voice sounds
very familiar. I'm not sure I was thinking entirely clearly at this point,
but the head in my jeans was creeping down one leg coming to full attention,
and I just had to know what was going on. I crept forward very quietly, not
wanting to interrupt anything.

As I reached the living room doorway, I cautiously peered around the corner,
and I was amazed to see Eric Nelson, one of the star football players from
my old high school. Who hasn't lusted after one of the football players
during their high school years? Eric was especially worthy, standing at a
little under 6 feet tall and probably almost that wide with beefy muscles
everywhere. He also had spiked blond hair and sparkling green eyes. At this
moment I was feasting my eyes on sights I thought I would never see. Eric
had his T-shirt pulled back over his head, but it was still on his arms,
wrapped tight around his bulging muscles and around the back side of his
neck.  His heaving chest was covered in blonde hair made golden by the light
of the room's one lamp, and his arm was bulging as it pumped up and down on
a shaft that was easily twice as long as the fist he had wrapped tightly
around it. When my eyes feasted on that huge cock, I couldn't take my eyes
off of it, and I must have gasped slightly. I don't remember for sure, but I
know that Eric suddenly looked up at me, and said, "oh, shit!"

He jumped up from the chair, and at that moment I realized he had been on
the phone with someone as the handset slid from his shoulder and fell to the
floor with a clatter. My eyes went from the phone and back to him as he was
saying, "Oh man, I'm so sorry. I didn't know anyone was here." In his
freaked out state, I'm not sure he was thinking to clearly either. He had
both hands held out in front of him in a placating gesture, but his cock,
now only semi-hard but still very impressive was swinging free just above
his unzipped jeans. It was almost hypnotic, and it was very hard to tear my
gaze away to travel up that hard body and eventually look at his face. My
struggle must have been apparent, because by the time I looked him in the
eye he had a strange smirk look on his face that I wasn't sure how to read.
I know that my eyes must have darted back to his chest and cock a couple of
times in the awkward silent moment, and then his smirk turned into a full
smile and his cock began to pulse as it rose back up to it's full glory.

I couldn't take my eyes off of it as he wrapped his hand around it and said,
"I think that maybe you're not upset about this at all." As he stroked the
huge cock slowly, I realized that my mouth was hanging slightly open and I
had just licked my lips. He added, "In fact, I think that you just might be
interested in helping me out here." I couldn't believe my ears, but I also
couldn't bring myself to speak or to tear my eyes away from his cock. I must
have taken a few steps toward him because I wasn't in the doorway anymore,
and I was much closer. He took a couple more steps to put himself right in
front of me, and I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was pushing down with
quite a lot of strength. Quite suddenly I found myself on my knees. Closer
to the phone receiver I could hear a female voice saying something loudly,
but I really didn't care at that point. I had the huge cock of Eric Nelson
inches in front of my face, and he had put one hand on the back of my head,
pulling me toward it. I was in a daze, and I wasn't sure what to do, but he
guided my mouth onto his waiting cock. I felt it buck in my mouth as he
groaned. Not knowing what else to do, I started sucking the head. It was so
huge! My own cock is not small, standing at 7ish inches, but this was much
bigger! I ran my tongue around the head and felt his body shudder. At this
point, he bent down over me, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and
causing me to gag a little bit.

At some point I realized he had bent over to pick up the phone. I heard him
say, "Sorry babe. There was someone at the door... No nothing to worry
about... What?... No, that must have been the TV or something. Now where
were we?" I didn't care much what he was saying, I was beginning to get into
sucking his dick. He grabbed my head again and held me on his cock as he
took two small steps backward and sat down in the chair again. I was forced
to follow him on my knees. He never let his cock leave my mouth, and I
wouldn't have wanted it to. I heard him say, "Oh yeeahhhhh, baby," as he
propped the phone back on his shoulder. He put both hands on my head and
pulled me deeper onto him as he said "I want you to suck that cock! Suck it
good!" I gagged a little and he let up, but not much. I felt his thick,
muscular legs wrap around me and pull me in close to the chair he was
sitting in. "I know you can take more of it than that. Relax and take me all
in, baby." He started to push my head down again. I tried to do as he said,
and I felt the head pop into my throat. Startled, I immediately began to
gag, and he let up on me again, but all the while he was saying "OOOHHhhhhhh
YEEAHHhhhh." He followed with, "That was so hot, I know you can take me all
if you just try again. Relax a little more and suck that cock. Suck it all."
With that he pulled me in again, and this time I wasn't as surprised when
his cock popped into my throat. I found that I could breathe through my nose
and everything was okay. Again he said, "OOOHHhhhhhh YEEAHHhhhh," but this
time I was still on his cock, with the head resting just inside my throat.
His big hands pushed my head as he said "Suck me, baby. Take all of me. No
one's ever been able to do it before." With that encouragement, I was
determined. I let his hands pull me in, and when I started to gag, I would
pull back a little, but not all the way. Then I tried to go back down again.
I found that on each downward stroke I could take a little more, and I began
to feel his cock filling me like I could have never dreamed. All the while,
he's moaning, and talking his dirty talk, and it's really turning me on. My
hard cock is throbbing against my leg inside my jeans. He's pulling hard on
my head now, and I'm loving it. I suddenly find my nose buried in his pubic
hairs, and he shouts, "Oh my god! Take it! Suck my big cock! Yeah!" I start
sliding up and down his shaft, tears running down my face from the effort.
He's using his hands to pull me up and down, using me, fucking my face. He's
like a madman, moaning and groaning and urging me on, and then suddenly he
lets out a huge bellow. I feel his cock swell even bigger lodging in my
throat with me unable to move. Then I feel it start to pulse, not just a
little, but it swells, and it feels like it's stretching my throat and mouth
farther than possible, and with each swell he's shouting, "Yes! Take it!" I
know he's cumming inside me, and I love it. It's still pulsing, but I'm
finally able to move again, as I pull back to catch his last couple of shots
in my mouth. I love the taste. It's like nothing I've ever had before. I'm
not ready to let go, so I hold his cock in my mouth as it starts to soften a
little. He's panting heavily, and I hear him say, "Yeah, babe. That was
great! Thanks a lot. I'll talk to you later."

Then he hangs up the phone, pulls me off his cock, and looks at me. He says,
"You're not to tell anyone about this! You understand me?"

I finally find my voice, but I'm surprise by what it says... "Will I ever
get to suck you again?"

He seems surprised, but then he smiles. "Sure thing, but I'm not done with
you tonight yet. I've always wondered what it might be like, and now I have
my own cocksucker to meet my needs." With that I see his cock is starting to
rise again. It never got completely soft.

He stands up and says, "Make it hard again." I don't take any more urging,
as I plunge down on it again. It's much easier to take when it's not
completely hard, but that doesn't last long before I'm plunging up and down
on his rock hard cock again. He puts a hand on the back of my neck, but
instead of pulling me down, and pulls me off his cock and says, "very good."
His hand lifts, and I stand. He leads me with his hand around the back of my
neck into the kitchen. He says, "Take off your clothes," as he starts to
shuck what remains of his clothing while searching in the pantry for
something. Nervous but excited, I do what he tells me. I remove my clothing.
I'm naked when he turns back around with a bottle in one hand. I'm not sure
what it is. I think it may be olive oil or something.

His hand is on the back of my neck again, and he pushes me toward the
kitchen table. I'm not sure what he intends as I can't sit down with him
pushing so fast, but I don't have long to think. My legs hit the edge of the
table and I find my chest pressed down on the table's surface, laying all
the way across it with my head on the other side. It's only then that I
begin to realize what he has in mind. I'm frightened. I've never done
this... Hell, I hadn't even sucked a guy before tonight! ...but I also have
to admit that want it.

He's taken the time while I'm thinking to move around the end of the table
without letting go of my neck. Before I realize what's happening, his cock
is in my mouth again, and I lose all thought about what's going on, getting
back in the rhythm of sucking him. This time he's thrusting his hips, really
fucking my face and grunting. He's talking again, and I like it. "Take it,
bitch. Suck my cock. You want it, don't you? You want to feel my cock inside
you? I'm gonna give it to you soon." I feel a cool liquid landing on the
cheeks of my butt, and it's sliding slowly down into the crack. I feel it
hit my hole, and it feels good. Then I feel his hand, roughly massaging my
ass, working the oil into my skin. His fingers keep grazing my hole, and I
shudder. He's still fucking my face, and he says, "Oh yeah, you're hot for
it, aren't you? You want it bad." I can only whimper and keep sucking him.
Then I feel his finger, probing my hole, and it suddenly slips inside me. It
hurts. I whimper, but I can't really say anything because of his cock lodged
in my throat. After a moment, the pain subsides, and it's beginning to
feel... not really good, but interesting...

At that moment he pulls out of my mouth and moves around the table again. I
look back to see him rubbing his cock down with oil. As he moves forward, I
see him aiming that huge shaft at my hole and I say, "please be careful."

He only says, "You're gonna' love it, baby," as I suddenly feel him inside
of me. It's only his head, and I scream. Before I have a chance to say
anything else, he's pushing into me. I scream again, and then suddenly he
hits something inside of me, and the world swims around me. It feels soooooo
good. I realize he has stopped moving.

"Are you okay?" he says.

"Yes, I'm fine. Please don't stop."

He doesn't need any more encouragement as he pulls almost all the way out of
me and then pushes back in. He's not gentle, but he's slow and deliberate
about it. I gasp, and he says, "god damn, you're tighter than any pussy!"

"Fuck me please."

His only response is a loud grunt as he pulls out and pushes back into me
hard and fast. I feel myself jolted as his hips impact the back of my
thighs. He's grunting now, like an animal in heat, and I'm moaning, almost
screaming.  He begins making short strokes in and out but staying deep
inside of me, my cock being pushed against the table with each solid stroke.
He keeps hitting that spot deep inside me, and a tingling sensation is
spreading throughout my body, and I feel my balls starting to tighten up. At
this same moment, I hear him panting, getting out one word on each pump into
me, "I'm... going... to... cum!" I'm lost in heaven as he starts bucking
against me like a wild bronco, I hear the scraping of the table legs across
the kitchen floor as he's burying himself deep inside of me releasing his
second hot load of the night.

He collapses on top of me, pushing me down into my own large pool of cum on
the table. We're both panting heavily, neither of us moving, both totally
spent. I feel his cock sliding slowly out of me as it softens.

I must have passed out or fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember
is waking up the next morning in my old bed in my old room. I've been
cleaned up and tucked into bed. I pull on a pair of boxers that I hadn't
taken to college and go looking for Eric. I find him in the kitchen eating
some cereal for breakfast. He doesn't look me in the eye, and I know that
he's having problems dealing with what happened. He's very resistant to
discuss it and I was afraid he would become violent for a moment or two, but
we eventually had a long talk about it all. I shared with him that I'd been
going through some of the same things. He and I became good friends, and we
helped each other through the coming out process on every level, physical,
mental, and emotional. Unfortunately he left to go to school in another
state at the end of that year, and we tried to keep in touch, but eventually
drifted apart. Still, he'll always hold a special place in my heart, and I
know that he feels the same way about me. Last time we emailed, he said that
he still hadn't found anyone, man or woman, who could "take it" as well as I
did. Maybe someday...