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Subject: The Boy At My Door The Boy at My Door By Mitchell Conner Chapter One Greetings readers: The only truths here are that I did stay at a resort with a swimming pool, and I was at one time an English Teacher. The rest is a pleasant fiction. I previously posted the Pandemic Houseguest and this story came to mind after a recent road trip. If gay content, descriptions of hot gay sex, romantic love, 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 fty. 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. fty relies on donations so that you practice the ultimate form of safe sex by reading about it. Those same hands you use for pleasure can also type in a pleasing donation to fty. And we begin: The investigator was about to name the murderer when a light rapping on the sliding glass door interrupted him. I closed my iPad, confident he’d wait for me until I could continue my reading before bed. When I pulled the sheer curtains aside, twilight silhouetted a short figure standing on the front deck of my vacation bungalow. It was Sam, the fifteen-year-old lad who’d befriended me the past few days at the beach resort I’d booked into for a break from teaching in Thailand. Sam is an English nickname for Sanun, which means happy in Thai and accurately describes how he made me feel. Dressed in fitted white soccer shorts that I knew highlighted his perfectly round bubble butt, and a blue slit-side sleeveless shirt that only teenagers with his body-type should wear. The outside curve of mocha-tanned developing pecs peeked through, the top pulling aside to expose his smooth rippled abs when he looked to either side as though checking to see if he was being watched. Our eyes met, his glacier-melting smile appeared and I couldn’t help but return his silent greeting. I glanced down at my sport shorts, wishing I’d remembered to put on underwear underneath for lounging, or for that matter a shirt as I looked up and saw the boy scan my muscled torso then lower his chin to focus on my crotch. “Sam, how are you?” I said as I slid the door open slightly. He knew what room I was in but had never ventured here in the four days I’d known him. I felt a bit awkward, not knowing the protocol for inviting a sexy teen inside a secluded bungalow while clothed only in thin nylon material that I worried couldn’t restrain the little head from becoming the primary decision-maker once the door was closed. Sam put his hand on mine holding the door and when we touched, an electrical jolt surged through me, the door sliding open as though self- powered. When he walked past me his damp spiky black hair and fresh scent indicated it wasn’t a random visit � he’d cleaned up for me. “Can I talk to you?” he said as I locked the door and drew the curtains. So long as I get to stare at you, I thought but said, “Of course.” I’d been the epitome of proper behavior with Sam for the past five days, one time leaving my front door unlocked and the curtains opened in my hurried rush into the shower to relieve what being near him had wrought. He was in every way the quintessential gorgeous teenager, at turns playful then pensive as he said goodbye to boyhood and looked ahead into what promised to be a handsome maturity. His shy grins and unassuming attitude told me that he was unaware of how his radiant smile, lithe, lean muscled body, smooth tan skin, and more than adequate bulge could drive any man wild, me in particular. I had a fair idea what was underneath those white shorts courtesy of his older brother, Chan, who’d pushed him into the pool the second day they’d been here. Sam had shot up out of the water looking for revenge, practically landing on the side of the pool. As he stood there shirtless, water pouring off his developing pecs, bouncing over his abs, then draining into the now translucent shorts I saw an underwear-free clear outline of the delights that awaited anyone fortunate to bed the teen. Even with the cool water in the pool it was an impressive three-plus thick inches of developing cock jutting against the fabric, a small halo of black pubes delineating the top of his spout. I’d spent considerable time in my shower later that day reviewing my mental video of the moment and estimating it’s fully engorged size. I shot as I remembered our eyes meeting and the bashful grin Sam had given me when I was caught staring at him standing by the pool, legs spread, hands on hips, owning me. After that our pool play had moved on from innocent with Sam initiating close physical contact, hands exploring in the guise of innocent rough- housing. When I hadn’t taken a role active enough to his liking, he’d nudged up behind me pushing under the cover of water while trying to pass it all off as play. As is typical of Thai boys, he’d placed his cock in the upright position when donning the thin lycra bursa escort suit. He was well beyond three inches at that point, and in one clear view underwater I saw the swollen red head peaking above the low-slung waistband. I’m certain he had a very clear idea of my size after one epic water battle that included him discovering my kryptonite: twisting the pronounced nipples on my muscular chest made me weak and hard. He’d slid around me like some kind of pinching boy-eel, stimulating me to the point that I had to wait fifteen minutes before I considered myself soft enough to get out, grab my towel and fast-walk to my bungalow for much needed relief. And here he stood before me, but who was the one ripe for taking? He gave me a shy grin. “Can we talk?” “Sure.” Then I remembered that his father and mother had been called away on business, leaving his older brother Luke in charge of Sam. `The Princess,’ as he referred to his younger sister Jasmine had been fobbed off on some local cousins who I’m sure by now had their regrets about taking in the spoiled girl. Like many hotel rooms mine was mostly about the bed. There was a desk chair that I used as a clothes rack but no sofa or place to sit and chat. Sam sat on the edge of the bed, leaving me to stand there like a school boy at the prom looking at the girl he’s too scared to ask for a dance. “I like the music,” he said, commenting on the smooth piano soundtrack I like to play when reading. Our eyes locked, the melody now providing a seductive background. I turned the chair around and sat down. Sam pursed his lips as though unhappy with my seating choice. “What do you want to talk about?” I said. “It’s kinda… umm… I don’t know how to say it,” he said. I knew he wasn’t referring to difficulties speaking in his second language, English. He’d been educated at the most prestigious private schools in Bangkok and spoke at near-native level with a delightful English accent, as did his father, mother, older brother, and Princess when it suited her. Sam had teased me about being an English teacher, telling me that I didn’t look like one when I was wearing one of my square-cut swimsuits, or shorts and a tank-top or t- shirt. His lingering stares weren’t about my profession. “Well then maybe you should talk to your father?” I said. Sam’s wide-eyed response gave me immediate regret. “No,” he said. “He wouldn’t understand.” Did I think I knew where this was headed? Or was I just wishing for something that had passed from dreams to conscious musings as I’d gotten to know the boy? “You know whatever you tell me is private?” I said, reminding him of the promise I made the third day I knew him when he seemed desperate to tell me a secret while sitting at an umbrella table far removed from the pool crowd. Turned out his eighteen-year-old brother had seduced a high-school girl staying with her family at the resort. Sam told me he’d been banned from the bungalow they shared until ten the previous night so that his brother could have privacy for his conquest. After growing comfortable speaking to me about procreation, he not-too-subtly moved the discussion to same-sex attraction. I was cautious even as the teen failed to be discreet in pushing to find out as much as possible and I wondered at the time if it was more than just curiosity on his part. “Is your brother, um… busy tonight?” I added. When Sam blushed he looked like a grade-schooler caught looking up a girl’s dress. “Yes, but it’s not really about that.” I waited. “After the first time,” he said, referring to his brother’s tryst, “he told me all about it, then…” I waited again. “Then he teased me,” he added with a shudder as I tried for a comforting smile, “because I didn’t get hard like he did talking about it.” “Maybe your brother’s a poor storyteller,” I said. “No, it’s not that… it’s the story.” “Not everyone gets hard listening to someone talk about sex,” I said, trying to give him an out. Sam shook his head as he gave a shuddered breath. His voice was so low I almost didn’t hear him. “I don’t like girls that way.” I fought off an urge to hug the teen but when he looked up at me, eyes moist with impending tears I lost it, scooting over to the bed and pulling the boy into a side-embrace as he put his arms around my waist. His sobs weren’t loud or melodramatic. They were genuine and deep as the impact of his admission being spoken hit home. “It’s okay Sam. It doesn’t mean that’s who you are,” I said. “It is,” he said into my chest, where he’d nuzzled his head. When he pulled back I felt cool air on the tears he’d left behind. Those deep brown eyes of his looked at me for reassurance. “Are you worried?” “Were you?” he said. My jaw dropped at his observant reply. I took a deep breath, then, “For a long time I was.” “What happened?” “I finally realized I couldn’t change who I was and it was easier.” “I tried to change,” he said. “What happened?” “Impossible,” he said then smirked. My eyebrows went up at his odd reply. “There was this girl in Grade 8 who kept after me all school year. When we had a class party she tricked me into going to an empty classroom,” he said. I was envious of the seductress. “When she put her hands into my pants nothing happened. bursa escort bayan I told her I was scared of getting caught and she said that she’d done it before. The slut, I thought, waiting. “She tried to suck me but her teeth hurt.” Amateur, I thought. “Finally she gave up. After that night she didn’t look at me in class.” Quitter, I thought. I hadn’t stopped paying attention to Sam since I first saw him. The room was so quiet I thought I could hear my resolve weakening. Sam pulled his arms back from round my waist then clasped hands with me, the touch of skin making me jolt. I looked down at where we were joined as my pulse pounded. His hand moved up, lifting my chin. His eyes bore into me as he leaned forward. Sparks shot from my lips as he placed a gentle kiss then pulled back, his tongue coming out as though to taste the result. He leaned back in, one hand still gripping mine, the other moving to the back of my neck to pull me into his waiting mouth, his lips firm, tongue pushing to explore me. Turns out I was the prey after all. He pushed me onto my back and straddled me, lying on top of me as he ground his lips and hips into me. Myriad arguments ran like background noise in my head as I gave in, returning his kisses, moving my hands down to the undulating mounds of his round teen butt. His hard cock ground into my belly as my own pushed into the upper cleft between his legs encountering the spongy mass of his ball-sack. When he stopped and sat up I feared for a moment I’d gone too far. Instead, his shirt came off and he stood up on the bed, peeling his shorts off to reveal tight white briefs struggling to contain a hard teen cock. My eyes locked first on the large wet spot near the waistband then his abs as he panted. He looked down on me, his lips pressed together, eyes questioning me on revealing all. I smiled, nodding my head and with a slow steady motion he pulled the waistband out around his cock then bent at the waist to tug it down to his ankles and step out of it. Sam stood again. I was looking up at more than five inches of thick teen cock bobbing in front of him, the head glistening with pre-cum, his hairless sack drawn up into a wrinkled mass, rippled abs and smooth skin in the background above. He looked down at me, eyebrows furrowed, as though deciding to be proud of his nakedness or retreat. I nodded my head and smiled in admiration. Then in one fluid motion he scooted off the bed, grabbed my shorts and pulled them around my hard dripping cock then off. He stared at my swollen seven inches, licked his lips then knee-walked on the bed before lowering himself over me, hands on top of mine as though to hold me down, hardness aligned, mouths returning for more tongue exploration. We ground into each other, pre-cum making for a slippery playground as our cocks rubbed on rippling abs. Sam’s tongue was insistent, pushing in as deep as possible as he moaned. When his fingers found my nipples and pinched, I nearly shot from the attention to my slut buttons, my loud groan muffled by his hungry mouth over mine. My hands charted their own course, squeezing the pumping muscles of the teen’s round ass, fingers moving into his sweaty hairless valley. On one thrust my finger slipped down, grazing the tiny knot that defined his most private place. Sam hissed as he sucked in a breath then shuddered, his thick cock pounding into my abs like a fleshy hammer. He ground into our pre-cum slickened abs at a frenzied pace and I knew he was on his way but I wanted him to last. My hands gripped his pumping ass, pulling him hard up against me so that his thrusts slowed as I nuzzled his ear and whispered. “Slow down.” It was all too much for the eager boy and his cock pulsed twice, a small amount of liquid heat shooting between our connected bodies. His heart pounded against my chest as his breath slowed and he lay still. Tears fell down his cheeks when he lifted his head. “I’m sorry.” I raised my head as I held his and kissed him. “Nothing to be sorry about.” “It was so much… I couldn’t stop.” “I understand,” I said. “You’re still hard,” I added with a grin. “Yeah,” he said, a shy smile forming. “So are you,” he added with a gentle grind. I wrapped my arms around his lean torso into a solid hug, kissing away his tears before he put his hands on either side of my face and lined up our eager mouths. The teen’s thrusts into me were more controlled as his tongue mimicked what he likely wanted, pushing deep into my mouth, searching for more pleasure. There’d been more than one student intent on having me during my private school tenure where I taught English. The girls never had a chance but the boys had pushed me to the edge on occasion. I’d never succumbed to their charms despite blatant classroom displays of erections outlined in too- tight underwear-free school shorts as I walked past desks occupied by hormonally charged teen boys. Their innocent expressions couldn’t hide the hunger in their eyes and provided me with memorable visuals to haul out at night when my left hand became one of them before falling asleep. Sam had broken through, my cautious denial vaporizing as I held him. I wanted all of him. I grasped him under his arms and lifted, moving him up to escort bursa sit on my chest, hard cock bouncing as he moved, a line of pre-cum dangling like a loose whip. In answer to his questioning look I gripped his firm round butt and inched him forward until I greeted his smooth ball-sack with my tongue. Within a few licks it contracted into a tight wrinkled mass from the excitement as he groaned. I moved on to other virgin territory, my mouth showing him the pleasure derived from the erotic territory between balls and the tight opening I found myself pushing against with my tongue. A landscape of hairless skin surrounding his tiny knot pushed against my face as he ground into me, his moans going up an octave. I dared move him up another level by sliding my hands up from his groin, over his rippled abs, coming to rest on small firm nipples that I lightly pinched. When he reciprocated with a firm pinch on my prominent slut buttons my deep moans vibrated against his taint, our heat rising. A lack of oxygen from him grinding into my face added to my high but it was time to move on to the prize. I backed him down until his throbbing teen cock bounced off my lips, a line of pre-cum connecting us. Now nearly six inches of flawless teen-cock, the biggest he’d probably ever been, saluted for my attention. One lick up was all he got � I wanted to devour him whole. I pulled his rigid hardness down as I moved up the bed so that I could take him to a place I’d fantasized about since I saw him poolside in those dripping wet translucent white shorts. Salty-sweet remnants of the two shots he’d fired moments ago greeted my tongue as I went to the base of his thick swollen cock in one motion, pre- cum pulsing out in response. Sam hissed as he sucked in air, his hands moving to the side of my head to steady himself from falling forward. I held still, giving the teen a moment to prepare for every nerve ending on the soldier’s helmet in my mouth to start screaming in pleasure. Then, slowly, I started with my tongue, swirling it around the head and shaft, moving up, then down as my own excitement grew like his moans. He surprised me by reaching back � I thought to balance � but instead each hand found and started twisting my nipples. The vibrations from my groans pushed him to fuck my mouth, while twisting with more force and in turn I sucked harder. Anyone walking by my bungalow might’ve imagined someone being tortured for information and they’d be half-right. It was for pleasure. And then he stopped, a single shot of his salty-sweet cum erupting onto my tongue as he shuddered then reached down to grip his hardness. I furrowed my eyebrows, my unspoken question answered when he pivoted, presenting hairless pucker, taint and balls for me to enjoy, his face hovering above my pre-cum dripping cock. I gripped his ass and pulled the fleshy buffet down to enjoy. My deep groan was muffled by his ball-sack filling my mouth when he went down halfway on my seven inches � a remarkable achievement for a beginner. Then again, if he knew this position was it his first time? Didn’t matter. Enjoy the ride. Love him back. Sam stroked the base of my cock with one hand while he licked, sucked and pleasured my tool and I wondered who’d reach the finish line first. It’d be both of us if I could just get that teen cock in my mouth. The light-weight boy was easy to lift and I maneuvered his cock to plunge into my waiting mouth. Sam’s high-pitched moans vibrated me towards the edge as he started thrusting erratically into my mouth, the taste of his pre- cum announcing what was about to happen. It’d be photo-finish were it a race. The beautiful teen shuddered and I felt liquid heat fill my mouth as I filled his. The teen’s thrusts slowed to a gentle slide, like a roller coaster coasting as it neared the end of the ride. Sam collapsed onto me like a hot sweaty blanket as I feasted on his cum. I’d have been happy to remain underneath him all night except for needing oxygen. A slow gentle roll had us on our sides where I watched the teen’s still hard cock twitching to its own beat expelling a drool of cum. “Noooo…” he giggled when I touched the sensitive little head to get a last taste. When he retaliated by licking my cock the resulting jerk pushed it deep into his mouth. “Oops,” I said as he coughed out my softening stick. His satisfied grin told me all was well. We both sat up, arms wrapping around each other as we sought out waiting lips, mouths still tasting of our offerings. Sam pulled back, our faces inches apart, his eyes moving as though taking a detailed picture of this moment. “I love you.” It’d be easy to put this down to the new feelings he’d just experienced, a teen’s confusion of lust for love, hormones speaking for him. I didn’t reply as I wracked my brain for a reply. When I went to open my mouth and speak he placed a finger on my lips. “You don’t have to say anything,” he said then added, “I needed to say that,” as he pulled me into an embrace. My heart thudded as I tried to make sense of what I was feeling. Sam wasn’t some schoolboy trying to seduce me for just this one lustful moment. The teen I held in my arms meant more to me than sex, our intimacy felt more than just skin on skin. A buzzing sound interrupted our bliss. Sam’s well-licked ass was in the air as he reached down for his pants to retrieve the annoying phone. “It’s my brother,” he said, eyes wide. “He’s looking for me.” End Chapter One

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