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!

A boarder strikes up a friendship with his landlady’s son
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