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Night Visitor
By Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A boarder strikes up a friendship with his landlady's 
teenage son. (Mm-teen, ped, 1st-gay-expr)

***

I learned that my mother was going to take in a boarder 
to help us pay our mortgage after her divorce became 
final. I was kind of excited about it. She was looking 
for a female boarder, and one showed up not too long 
after she put an ad in a local paper. There had to be 
all kinds of references checked, and well, I was a 
little disappointed when she turned down a beautiful 
young woman, and rented the spare room to a slightly 
heavy-set man who was a little older than my mother.

His name was James, and he had short, brown hair, 
flecked with gray, that was just about the same color 
as his short beard. His eyes were bright green and 
mischievous. Upon really looking at him, my 
disappointment slowly turned into interest, then mild 
excitement, after his first week with us. I was really 
beginning to like him. I preferred girls, I thought at 
the time. But, there was something about him, some that 
really, really affected me.

Then, one night about a week and a half after he 
arrived, he had taken a shower and was lying in his 
bed, a book open, his night stand light shining. I 
tapped gently on the half-open door, not wanting to 
wake my mother. 

"I thought you had a long day, and would be asleep by 
now," I said.

"Oh, no, come on in. You smell all fresh and clean, 
right out of the shower," he said.

"I took one right after you did." I was wearing my bath 
robe.

"Sit here," he said, patting the side of the bed beside 
him.

I gently closed the door and walked across the room and 
sat on the edge of his bed. He smelled really nice, 
probably from the soap or some sort of body spray he 
was wearing. "What are you reading?" I asked.

"Some really raunchy, sexy book by some unknown 
author," he said. "It excites me, sometimes."

"Excites you? How?"

He laughed, a gentle, tinkling laugh that had the sound 
of bells. "Makes me hot."

"I bet."

He looked into my eyes. It was a different look than 
any he had ever given me. "It does make me hot," he 
said, "real hot."

I didn't know what to say. The way he was laying there, 
the way he was looking at me, began to excite me. I 
could feel myself getting hard, thinking about him. I 
shifted position, so that my hard-on wouldn't jump up 
between the folds of my robe, and he noticed my 
shifting. There was a secretive little smile on her 
face.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

I shook my head and smiled. "Nothing," I said. Then I 
added, "Well, I'm getting kind of hot, knowing that 
you're kind of hot."

"Oh, we can be hot together."

I sat there dumbly for a few seconds, then said, "What 
do you mean?"

His eyebrows did a little surprising dance on her 
forehead. He reached for the part in my robe, and 
pulled the terry cloth aside. His eyes widened as he 
looked at my hard cock as it jumped up and pressed 
against my navel.

"Well, Jimmy," he said with a smile, "that looks like 
you really are quite hot." He looked me in the eyes. 
"What would you like to do with that? Or, what do you 
usually do with it?"

I looked right at him, and the fact that my cock was 
turning him on really made me turned on even more.

"Usually," I said, "I just pull on it this way." I 
reached down and gently stroked my cock.

His eyes widened, and so did his smile, his white teeth 
gleaming in the dim light. He sat up and leaned toward 
me, letting his robe fall open. 

"Can I stroke it for you, I mean, just for a really 
strange piece?"

I nodded. "Sure you can."

He reached over and wrapped his big, warm hand around 
my dick. To my delight, he moved his other hand to my 
balls, pressing and pulling them as he stroked me. The 
feel of his warm, soft fingers moving across my balls 
made them tighten up into my body. 

"How about something totally different, totally new, 
between us?" he asked.

"OK," I said. My voice sounded distant, choked. I had 
no idea what he had in mind. It was thrilling, super-
wild, for James to have my hard cock in his hands.

He bent over my lap, and I felt his warm, wet tongue 
run around the head of my throbbing dick. That was a 
feeling I had never, ever experienced. His tongue moved 
around and around the head of my cock, and I could feel 
him sucking it.

He took it deep into her mouth, and I could feel his 
beard rubbing against my naked thigh.

I could feel his bearded chin against my balls now, 
could feel his tongue moving around and around the head 
of my throbbing cock. He kneaded and tugged at my balls 
as he bobbed his head up and down on my hard shaft. My 
legs began to shake, and I got a tight feeling in the 
pit of my stomach. I was going to cum soon.

"I'm going to cum," I whispered.

He sped up, moving his head up and down faster and 
faster. My cock began spurting into his mouth, and he 
made gurgling noises as he swallowed my cum. Then, 
slowly, I stopped spurting jism, and I was done. 

He pulled away and looked at me. I could see a spot of 
cum stuck to his beard, and looking down, I could see 
his big, fat dick sticking straight up from his crotch.

My turn, I thought. And, it was!

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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