("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 53