It was a cold, dreary winter day in Seattle. I woke up to a pouring rain — something unusual for Seattle, despite our reputation for rain. It rarely rains hard here, just a lot of drizzle.
Still sleepy, I fumbled my way to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, then made my way to the door to get the paper. When I opened it, I almost jumped out of my skin. There stood the paper carrier, who also jumped back, as surprised as I was. "God, you scared me!" I exclaimed. "I didn't expect anyone at my door at this hour."
I looked at him and saw him staring at me, wide-eyed. Then I realized the situation — I was stark naked! You see, I never wear anything when I sleep and rarely wear anything around the house. I much prefer hanging free and loose when I get the chance. It's a reaction to my job since I work in a bank where I must wear three-piece suits all day long. So, when I get home it's nice just to pull off my clothes and be free of them.
"Oh, sorry," I apologized when I realized that I must be embarrassing him. "Like I said, I didn't know you were here!" It was then I noticed that the poor boy was soaking wet from head to toe. His t-shirt and running shorts clung to him and he looked like a wet dog — a stunningly handsome wet dog, I might add. This kid was blond, blue-eyed and had a lean runner's body. His wet clothing accentuated his great physical attributes, and I felt a sudden rush of excitement.
"That's okay," he chuckled with a laugh that sounded forced. "It's not as if I haven't seen a naked guy before."
"You look miserable," I said shaking my head and noticing that he was still staring at my body. He might have seen naked guys before, but that wasn't stopping him from taking great interest in this naked guy. "Do you want to come in for a while and dry off?"
He smiled broadly. "Thanks. I'd like that. I'm finished with my route — this is my last drop — and it'd be nice to wait out this stupid rain."
I stepped aside and motioned him to come in. "Come on," I said, walking toward my bedroom. "You can get out of those wet clothes and put on my bathrobe. I'll throw them in the dryer, and we can have some coffee." After we got into my bedroom and I handed him my robe, out of the corner of my eye I saw my dildo and fuck magazine lying on the floor next to my bed. We'll see how interested he is, I thought, leaving the room and closing the door.
I waited for him in the kitchen, fondling myself as I thought of what this blond stud would look like naked. In a few moments he appeared in the kitchen, wearing my robe and holding his wet clothes in his hands. "Here," I said, reaching for his clothing, "let me put those in the dryer. You can open the oven door and set your tennis shoes on it so they can dry."
As I put his clothing into the dryer down the hall, I held it to my face and inhaled the musky-sweet smell of his sweat. The crotch of his jockey shorts was particularly fragrant, and I felt lightheaded as I inhaled the perfume from his sweaty balls and ass.
Returning to the kitchen, I found him leaning against the counter, warming his hands on a cup of coffee. Behind the folds of his robe, I could see the distinct bulge of his hard cock, which grew bigger as he once again peered at my nude form. "My name's Stephen," I said, offering my hand. "Jeremy," he replied, shaking it firmly.
"So, Jeremy, how long have you had the paper route?" I asked, transfixed by the glow of his wet blond hair in the fluorescent light of my kitchen. "For a couple of weeks," he replied, his tip of his erect cock now jutting out from behind the robe. He noticed it, and quickly pulled the robe over it, not making any sign that he knew I had seen it. "It's a good way to make some money while I wait for school to start."
"Where are you going?" I asked, hoping he was old enough to be legal game. "Seattle Community College. I start next month." I sighed silently to myself. He's at least eighteen, I rejoiced, feeling my cock stir at the lustful thoughts that were building inside of me.
"Jeremy, I hope you don't mind that I'm not wearing any clothes. I mean, I don't want to embarrass you or anything," I said cautiously, looking for a reaction.
"It's okay," he said feigning a casual look. He quickly glanced down toward the "problem" between his legs. "Can I use your bathroom?"
"Sure, just down the hall." I pointed out the way.
I heard the stream of his piss splashing into the toilet, and imagined hold his urinating penis in my hand, moving it around while he let his bladder empty. Half daydreaming, I didn't notice him return until he was fully into the kitchen. I looked up and about dropped my cup. There he stood, buck naked!
He was gorgeous — a youthful Adonis. Although he had lost the hard-on he had had earlier, his boy tool was still magnificent, and it hung flaccid between his creamy white legs. It was surrounded by a soft blond mass of hair, and behind it hung two enormous balls, dangling freely in their long sack. "It's kind of hot in here," he said shyly. "Yeah, it is HOT," I thought. My nostrils flared as I drew in the sweet odor of his young body. "Yeah, it is," I replied breathlessly. God, he was so beautiful.
"So, Jeremy, what are you going to study in school?" I asked.
"Banking, I think," he replied.
"Is that so? I work in the banking industry myself," I said, suddenly proud that he wanted to be a banker. He'd look marvelous in a three-piece suit — almost as good as he looked without one.
"Do you like it?" he asked, increasingly interested.
"Yes. But it's an awfully conservative place to work. You have to be willing to accept that."
"Hell, it couldn't be worse than my parents," he said with disgust in his voice. "I gotta find a place to live so I can get away from them. They're driving me crazy!"
I imagined him sleeping in my bed, waking up to his muscular body next to me each morning. Watching him shower, gently cleaning last night's love juices from his genitals. Watching him tuck himself into a three-piece suit and get ready to go to work at the bank.
I didn't say anything, wondering if he was hinting that he'd like to move in with me.
"So, Stephen," he broke the silence. "I couldn't help but notice those things in your bedroom." This was it, the dam was about to break.
"You mean the dildo and the magazine?" I asked, knowing damn well that's what he meant.
He smiled broadly. "Yeah. What's it feel like, having one of those things up your ass?" Back in the old vaudeville days he would have been a great straight man, with a set up like that.
"I couldn't begin to describe it to you," I replied. "You'd have to try it for yourself."
"Is that an invitation?" he asked with a coy grin on his face. He set his coffee cup down and began to run his hands over his hairless chest. I could see his dick beginning to swell.
"What do YOU think, Jeremy?" I asked him, fondling myself openly.
"I think that Id love to jump in the sack with you."
"I think you're right," I laughed. "I've never been propositioned by a naked boy in my kitchen before!"
"And I've never done it with a naked. But I'd sure like to try."
I couldn't believe my luck! I'd stumbled across a horny eighteen-year-old virgin who was begging to go to bed with me.
Without saying a word, I walked over to him and took him in my arms. His body felt warm and taut, and I pulled him tightly against me. Our lips met and we kissed deeply as I ran my hands over his back and squeezed his perfectly shaped, firm buttocks. I felt his cock grow hard against me, and he seemed to melt into my arms. Pulling away slightly, I moved my hand between us to grasp his now-firm rod. My touch triggered him, and I felt him inhale quickly as he shot into my hand. His warm flood struck me in the crotch, matting my cock hair.
"God, I'm sorry, Stephen," he gasped, still pumping his good-sized load. "What's there to be sorry about?" I asked. "I didn't mean to cum so fast," he replied. "Don't worry about it," I said, stroking his blond hair. "There's plenty more where that came from!"
I led him into the bedroom, and we fell onto the bed. He began to run his hands all over my body, and I laid back and allowed him to explore me. He seemed particularly fascinated by my erect penis, stroking it and moving it all round as if to see it from every angle. He pulled on my balls and squeezed them firmly. "If you don't quit that," I sighed, "you're going to get a load planted in your face." Too late. I shot as I spoke, my jizz splashing against his surprised eighteen-year-old face. He opened his mouth and caught the last few gushes, then eagerly lapped up the rest from where it had fallen on my crotch.
"Fuck me, Stephen," he said, finished with his meal. I looked into his blue eyes. They were filled with passion; he was as hot as an eighteen-year-old boy can get. "Please, fuck me."
I rolled him over and spread his ass cheeks to reveal a beautiful virgin hole. Hungrily I thrust my face against it, my tongue lapping and probing, my nose sucking in the pleasing odor of his boy crack. Reaching to the floor, I grabbed my dildo and lubricant, generously moistening this instrument and its soon-to-be receptacle. Then, placing it against the puckered target, I twisted and gently pushed. "Relax," I whispered, "and it will slip right in." I felt his body grow limp as the dildo slowly entered him.
He gasped with both discomfort and excitement, and I kept applying gentle but firm pressure until it was fully inside of him. "Fuck me, man!" he gasped. With one hand I began to slide it in and out as he gyrated his firm butt in rhythm with my thrusting, and with the other hand I prepared myself by sliding my hand over his throbbing tool.
Finally satisfied that he was well-lubricated and loose, I turned him over and lifted his legs around my neck. Grasping my own quivering rod, I slid the dildo out of his hole and quickly replaced it with my cock. I slid inside him easily as he squeezed my neck with his legs. Holding his knees, I carefully began fucking him, slowly at first them more rapidly. Soon my balls were slapping against his cheeks, and my pubic hair was crushing against his balls.
He grew hard again as I fucked him and began to jerk off. "Yes," he cried out. "Yes, fuck me hard. I want you deep inside of me." His face was covered with sweat, and his blond hair was matted again with moisture. I watched his hairless body writhe under my thrusting blows as I assaulted his hole with all I had. We were locked in the heat of passion, like two cats fucking in the middle of the street — he beating the heck out of his cock, me plunging mine deep within him.
Moments later I felt my geyser trigger, and I thrust as deeply as I could before I exploded. As my warm flood poured out into his gut, he grunted loudly and gushed forth his own volcano of passion with such force that it hit me in the face.
Dripping with sweat and cum, I threw my head back for the last few seconds of my orgasm, then felt my now-softening cock slip out of him. As I crawled up beside him, he rubbed the pool of his love juice over his flat, hairless stomach. His pole was still stretched, towering defiantly over his crotch, refusing to deflate. I kissed him gently.
Then, before I knew it, I was on my stomach, and he was on top of me. “Jeremy,” I called out, knowing what his passion was leading him to do, “impale me with your dick. I want to feel you inside me. There’s some lubricant in the tube on the floor,” I whispered.
The pressure on my ass told me his cock was on its way in, and within moments he had thrust it deep inside me. Still wet from his sweat and cum, it slid in easily and felt warm in its new home. The weight of his virgin body on top of me felt great. His sweat lubricated the entire length of my back, and as his hips rose and fell, his chest slid up and down my torso. I felt his legs spread and his knees straddle my hips on either side. He was still thrusting furiously, and the force of his passion began to excite me once more.
It had been several years since a lover had made me come three times in one hook-up, but his youthful lust did the trick. As his third orgasm triggered his flesh gun, I felt my own sperm spill onto my sheets. Pinned beneath his writhing body, I couldn't get my hands down to my own ejaculating rod, so I was content to feel the wetness grow beneath me while I felt his flood inside of me.
Totally spent, Jeremy laid on top of me for several minutes. I felt his semi-hard pole still up my ass and laid quietly to let his orgasm subside without interruption. I remembered losing my virginity to a a college freshman friend of mine. When he had finished unloading in my ass, he pulled out, pulled up his pants, and ran off, leaving me empty in a moment when I should have been feeling the warmth of his embrace. So, I didn't want to disturb Jeremy's first time.
In a few minutes he came to life again, and he withdrew from me. He laid there, his cock twitching with his spent passion. I reached over to pull it out, and his jizz dribbled down onto his crotch hair. I turned to face him. He was grinning broadly. "Jeremy," I whispered.
"What?"
"There's plenty of room in this bed for two, and an extra closet. If you really need to move out of your parents' house, you can come here with me."
"If we fuck like this every day, it'll kill me," he responded, still smiling.
"Then get ready to die," I laughed. "Oh, and as a professional banker, I like to make at least two deposits every day!"
