Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2000 00:25:21 -0500 (EST)
From: David Lemmaire <lemmaire@email.com>
Subject: "The House-Sitter" (t/t, oral, anal) (gay male, high school)

THE HOUSE-SITTER (t/t, oral, anal)
by Lemmaire

My Aunt Darlene and I have always been great friends.  And last week, I have
a sneaking suspicion she set me up on the first private date of my young,
sheltered life.  I don't know that for sure, but I wouldn't be surprised in
the least.  She's very cool that way.

Darlene is my mom's youngest sister, so when I was still toddling around in
my diapers, she wasn't a whole lot older -- still in her rebellious teens --
and by the time I hit the teen years myself, she was just barely heading out
of her twenties.  So, now I'm 16 and she's 30....making her seem like more
of a big sister than a wise, old aunt.  She's the fun one of the
family...the one who doesn't mind if I crash on her couch after watching old
movies all night...the one who talks to me about love and life like I'm a
normal person, not a kid...and the one who doesn't mind if I sneak an
occasional beer out of her refrigerator, because hell, it wasn't all that
long ago when she was sneaking a few of them, too.

She's also the only one in the family who knows I'm gay.  I came out to her
last year, after she walked into her living room and caught me watching a
very steamy guy-guy video on her VCR.  I got it from a friend at
school...I'd never seen one before...and I thought I'd be safe watching it
at her place, since I had a key to her house and she usually worked way into
the early evening.  So, naturally, the one time I'm sitting there sprouting
major wood, just about to whip it out and do the deed, wouldn't you know it,
Darlene walks in and sees good old Mr. Porn-1 and Mr. Porn-2 on her TV
screen, their butts so full of cock, they can't see straight.

"Well, well.  Now that's an interesting tape you've got there, kiddo," she
laughed, as she peeked around the corner...probably afraid I was naked from
the waist down, which, thank God, I wasn't.

She had a very amused look on her face.  "I'm assuming that's not part of
the regular high school biology cirriculum."

"Not the school's," I laughed back shyly.  "I'm sort of trying to make it
part of mine, though."

We laughed and I blushed pure red as I popped the tape out and made some
lame apology about using her living room for such sordid secret after-school
viewing.  She just looked at me and said, "Don't be ridiculous...you can
watch whatever you want here.  You let me know whenever you need some
privacy, and I'll go out to the mall or something."

Very cool lady.  We talked a little while about me being gay -- about when I
first suspected I liked guys -- I was young then -- nine or ten -- about how
she'd had a few wild nights with other girls in college herself -- nothing
major -- I mean, it wasn't a gross conversation or anything.  She ended it
by saying it was perfectly cool to be gay...I shouldn't worry about it at
all...she'd help me tell my mom when the time came, if I wanted...and in the
meantime, her house was mine to escape to any time I needed.

"I mean, don't take off your pants and screw anybody on my floor without
giving me a little advance notice," she grinned.  "But if you want to bring
a guy over and watch movies or something, that would be perfectly fine.
I'll clear out and give you some room."

She also gave me a miniature safe sex lecture -- nothing preachy -- just
told me to stay healthy and showed me where she kept the condoms in her
bedside table.

"Yours if you need them, kiddo," she grinned.  "Lord knows, I haven't been
using too many lately."

She did that mock prayer thing, where you put your hands together and look
up into the heavens, praying that God might send her a hot guy.

"I've got a dry spell going here that makes Kansas look like a rainforest,"
she joked.  And we both laughed.

All in all, it was a very cool experience.  I was glad she caught me.  It
felt good to have somebody I could talk to about stuff I usually had to keep
secret, inside.  She's a great lady.  I like her a lot.

So, anyway, back to last week.

Darlene had to go to Florida for two weeks on business, so she asked me to
stop by her house every couple of days and drop off the mail from her post
office box.  She didn't want the box to get too full, and she didn't want to
put a stop-mail order on her address, because the last time she did it, the
post office screwed up her mail and returned everything to sender for half a
month.  She came home to an empty P.O. box and a bunch of pissed-off
clients.

So, needless to say, I was glad to help.  Her house and the post office were
right on my way home from school.  I didn't drive yet...I only have my
temps...but even on bike, it only takes a few extra minutes to swing by her
mail box, grab whatever's in there, and drop it off at her place on the
front hallway table.  I've had a key to her house since I was thirteen --
even before she knew I was gay, she gave me one, in case I ever needed a
place to hang out.  I guess being my mother's younger sister, she remembers
what a major pain-in-the-ass my mom can be when she gets in one of her
moods.  We laugh about it and call it my pity key.

So, last Friday, mail in hand and bike tipped over on the front lawn, I
walked up her steps like I'd done a million other times, and opened up the
door with my pity key.  I threw the mail on the table and was just about to
turn around and leave, when I heard a noise from the living room.

I walked in, and there was a guy, about the same age as me, in a t-shirt and
baggy shorts, standing on a chair, watering one of the plants she has
hanging from the ceiling.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, startled to see him there and a little
defensive of my aunt's property.

"Oh, hi," he smiled, jumping off the chair and offering me his hand.  "I'm
Chris.  My mom works with your Aunt Darlene.  She's supposed to be
housesitting this week, but she got tied up at work, so she had me come over
and water the plants."

He watched my face and noticed my puzzled hesitation.

"It's cool," he assured me, with an honest smile on his face.  "Your aunt
knows I'm here.  She said it was fine."

I relaxed a little and nodded.

"Besides," he winked.  "I already cased the joint.  There's nothing worth
stealing."

I laughed and introduced myself.

"I'm Tim.  You can call me Timmy."

"Hi, Timmy," he said warmly, shaking my hand again.  His hand was strong.
Smooth skin, good grip...not overly muscular...he was built like
me...slender and small...but still, his hand had a great feel to it...it
conveyed confidence and warmth.  It felt good.  He let it linger in mine for
a second.  I thought that was cool too.  Majorly cool.

"So, I guess you're mail boy and I'm plant boy," he grinned, hopping back up
on his chair and reaching up to finish his watering.

"Yep," I smiled, enjoying the curve of his arms, noticing small wisps of
sandy-colored hair under the t-shirt sleeves.  Glancing downward, I could
almost make out the package in his shorts.  Too bad I wasn't laying on the
floor, I mused.  I could have looked up the baggy legs and seen if he had
anything decent up there.

"Want a drink," I asked.  "Coke...juice...beer...?"

He looked down from the chair.  "Nah...I better not.  My mom told me to
water the plants and get out.  I'm not supposed to hang around or snoop
around the fridge or anything."

I grinned.  "I think it's safe.  I'm over here all the time.  I think I can
get you family clearance for a Coke."

"Great," he grinned.  "Coke would be fine, then."

He finished the plants, and we sat at the kitchen table, drinking our sodas.

"I haven't seen you before," I said.  "You must be around the same age as
me..."

"Sixteen," he offered.

"Me too," I said.

"I go to Parker," he said.  "You must go to Wilson."

The two high schools in our town were longtime cross-town rivals.  But we
seemed to be getting along just fine.  Besides, he was majorly cute.  Sandy
brown hair, cut short, with a few long wisps in the front that hung over his
eyes when he turned.  Very, very hot.

"Yeah," I said.  "I go to Wilson.  Parker's where they put the slow kids."

He grinned and finished his coke.  "Well, I better get going," he said,
standing up.

No!  I didn't want him to go so soon.  I was just getting to know him.

"You wanna get some pizza or something?" I offered quickly.  "I'll buy."

He looked at the clock, hesitating.

"I am kind of hungry," he said.  "I should call home, though."

I heard him in the next room as he dialed his mom and told her he was eating
over here with me.

"Yeah, it's okay..." I heard him say.  "He says he's over here all the
time...his aunt won't mind.  He says he's giving me family clearance.
Yeah."  I heard him chuckle.  "Fine with her," he smiled, coming back into
the living room.

"Great," I said, picking up the phone book and looking for a pizza place.
"What do you want on it?"

"Mushrooms," he said.  "Anything else you want, but definitely mushrooms."

I ordered a large...mushrooms and black olives...I've never been much of a
meat-eater...and we sat and talked for the next half hour, laughing, joking
around, getting to know each other, until the pizza came.  We ate like pigs,
helped ourselves to more of Darlene's Cokes, and stretched out on the couch,
flipping the TV on, relaxing.

"This is nice," he said.  "Thanks for the invitation."

"My pleasure," I smiled.  "It's good to make a new friend."

Halfway through some sitcom, I glanced over and caught him absent-mindedly
rubbing the back of his hand lightly over the crotch of his shorts.  I
thought I saw a bulge, but it could have been shadows.  It was getting a
little darker in the room now that the sun was going down and we hadn't
switched on a lamp yet.  He noticed me looking, and blushed.

"Oops, sorry," he grinned sheepishly.  "You caught me rubbing the monster.
Guess I gotta take a piss."

I laughed.  "Down the hall and to your right," I said.

He got up and walked to the bathroom, flipping on the light and leaving the
door open.  I couldn't see anything, but I could definitely hear the stream.
Wow.  Nice sound.  Strong and forceful.  And he wasn't shy either, leaving
the door open like that.  I heard him flush and wash his hands.

"Hey," I grinned as he came back to the couch, feeling adventurous and a
little risky.  "You giving me a free show, leaving the door open like that?"

He blushed again.  "Ack, I'm sorry.  You must think I'm a pig.  I've got
three older brothers.  A house full of guys...you sort of learn to let it
all hang out.  I forget my manners in the real world sometimes."

I laughed and draped my arm over the couch, trying to look casual, but
definitely trying to show him my interest with my eyes and my smile.

"I wouldn't mind a house full of guys," I grinned, figuring what the hell,
it was now or never.

He stopped for a second and stared at me quizzically.  Then the smile
returned to his face, even brighter than ever.

"Are you gay?" he grinned, getting right to the subject.

"I like to think of it as 'cautiously optimistic'," I answered.

"Cool," he said, draping his arm over the couch, letting his fingertips
brush against mine.  "I thought you might be...but I wasn't sure."

"Are you?" I asked, feeling my heart pound faster.

He grinned.  "I'm not sure...but hey, show me a guy with three older
brothers who hasn't sucked a dick or two in his day, and I'll show you a
seriously dysfunctional American family."

We both laughed.  I didn't have any older brothers, but I'd gone on enough
camping trips with male cousins and childhood buddies to know exactly what
he was talking about.

My hand reached down to my own groin, and adjusted it a little, just to let
him know I was interested.

"Well, maybe we should do something about this little situation we seem to
have here," I grinned at him.

"Cool with me," he smiled.  "I was wondering how long it was gonna take you
to hit on me.  Shit, I was giving you my best poses when I was up on that
chair watering the plants."

He moved over next to me on the couch and draped his arm around my shoulder.
Leaning forward, he surprised me a little by kissing my lower lip.  He
smiled, and gave it a little nibble with his teeth.  Oh my God, it felt so
incredibly hot.

"Wow," I said.  "I didn't see that one coming."

He leaned in and did it again.  This time, I kissed back...slowly at first,
but as his tongue started lightly tracing the curve of my mouth, exploring
and eager, I picked up the pace and started kissing him back passionately.

"Oh man," he said.  "You really know how to do this."

I smiled.  "Wanna get naked?" I dared him.

He didn't hesitate for a second.

I watched his muscles shine in the light of the TV as he pulled his shirt
over his head and tossed it to the floor.  I did the same.

We kissed some more, letting our hands wander over each others' naked chests
and backs.  I ran my palm along the long, thin line of his smooth neck,
enjoying the feel of the muscle, enjoying the feel of the soft downy hairs
right at the back of his head, at the collar line.

"Whoa," he said, shivering.  "Keep doing that, and I'm definitely taking
something else off."

"So, take something else off," I grinned.  "Like I'm stopping you?"

He unsnapped his jeans and unzipped them in a flash.  I did too.  We kicked
our pants off and sat there on the couch, making out in our underwear.  He
was so hot.  He teased my lips all over with his tongue, still making those
hot little nibbling bites.  I could see the outline of his dick through his
underwear.  It looked huge...bigger than mine...but there was no way I was
stopping now.  He could have had a club in there, and I'd still want to see
it.

I reached out and touched it through the fabric.  He shuddered and kissed me
harder, pressing my mouth tightly into his, grabbing my back with his strong
hands, pulling me closer to him.

I rubbed his cock through the material of his white briefs, enjoying the
feeling as it strained through the cloth.  He reached over with his free
hand and began stroking mine, too.

I could feel a wet spot on the tip of his cock, through the
underwear...pre-cum starting to ooze from his hot, hard head.

"Lay back," I smiled at him.  And he did.  Quickly, with no argument.

Huddling over him on the couch, I pulled his briefs down and almost gasped
at what I saw.  Holy shit...what a cock.  It was big and tan -- hard as a
fucking rock -- I'm sure it had to be seven inches, at least.  It made my
five-incher seem like a dwarf in comparison.  But never one to be shy, I
pulled down my own underwear and started stroking my own as I leaned down
over his waist and took him into my mouth.

"Ohhhhh," he moaned, as my lips covered his head.  "Oh, Timmy...that's
sweet."

I bobbed up and down on the thick mushroom head, swirling my tongue around
the hot, thick helmet.  The pre-cum I'd felt through his underwear was sweet
and thick.  I licked it up and swallowed it, my eyes pressed tightly
together in sheer bliss.  I'd waited a long time to do something like this.
The little experiments I'd had with other friends were nothing compared to
the size, the scent, and the incredible feeling of this thick, long,
man-sized stalk coming to life in my mouth, pressing its way further and
further down my eager throat.

He grabbed the back of my head and forced my head down.  I loved it....the
feeling of his strong hands guiding me farther down his shaft...his moans
begging me to take more...take it all.  I stroked my own hard cock as I
continued to service his incredible, meaty tool.

"My turn," he said, lifting my head and sitting up.

He flipped me backwards on the couch, gently of course, but very rapidly.
He went down between my legs and took my five-inches in his mouth like it
was a piece of candy.  I could tell he'd done this before.  Thank God for
older brothers.

I moaned and twisted my ass and pushed my groin into his face as he gobbled
my dick like a pro.  I raised my knees and spread my legs apart to let him
have better access to my balls, which he licked and fondled lovingly,
between mouthfuls of my cock.

Then I saw him lube a finger and press it gently to my ass.

"Oh, man," I cried, surprised at the sensation. "That's incredible."

He continued to finger me, circling lightly, then pushing in slowly.  The
passion was so intense.  I was in heaven!  Here was this hot, beautiful guy,
all sweaty and sexy, bending over me with his gorgeous brown hair bobbing
over my cock, while his strong, thin fingers, touched my most sensitive
places.

I began grinding my ass farther into his hand, moaning loudly, whispering
dirty things at him.  "Oh yeah," I cried.  "Oh, fuck, Chris, that's
excellent."

I started gyrating my hips, his slick finger, by this time, all the way into
my ass, pressing against my prostate, sending shivers of pleasure up and
down my spine.  I began twisting and writing, demanding more of his hand,
trying to let him know in a not so subtle way that I was interested in
getting fucked by WAY more than his finger.

"You want my cock, Timmy?" he whispered lustily.

"Oh yes."

"You want my big, thick cock up your sweet little hole?"

I was getting really turned on by his hot, steamy words.

"Oh yes," I repeated.  "Lift my legs up and stick it in me."

He covered his hand with a big wad of spit, and grabbed my ankles.  Lifting
them up, high above my head, he scooted me down on the couch and lined up
his bulging prick with my tight little entrance, still relaxed and stretched
from his excellent fingering.  I wasn't even scared.  I wasn't worried in
the least.  My whole body was trembling with excitement...on fire...eager
for penetration.

Licking my ankles, kissing the soft hair on my legs, he pushed forward and
entered me slowly.  He teased the tip of my quivering hole, pushing forward,
then pulling back, not rushing, not jamming it in, but taking it slow,
centimeter by centimeter, until finally, I felt the hot head of his massive
dick plunge into my rectum with a satisfying plop.

"Mmmmm...." I cried, pushing against him, begging for more.

"You want more?" he whispered sexily.  "Think you can take it all?"

"Oh yes," I begged.  "Do it to me.  Stick it in.  Do it hard."

With a quick thrust, still kissing my ankles, my legs raised high above me,
he pushed forward and buried the length of his entire dick into my eager
asshole.

I gasped at the sharp combination of deep pain and incredible pleasure.  It
was a fullness I've never experienced before.  A pain so sweet and intense I
couldn't believe it was happening to me.  I couldn't believe he'd just
stuffed that massive piece of cock into such a tiny opening.

"Oh my God," I groaned.  "It's so fucking good.  Fuck me with it.  Fuck me
hard."

He gave me what I wanted.  Not at all painful or abusive, but hard, long and
steady.  He stroked himself in and out of my hole, grunting slightly with
each downthrust, looking me right in the eyes, telling me how tight I was,
how hot my ass was, how good it felt, wrapped around his big, thick dick.

I kept stroking my own cock, turned on and incredibly hot, listening to his
dirty words.

"Cum for me, Timmy," he whispered.  "Let me watch you shoot your hot cum
while I fuck my big dick in and out of your sweet little hole."

I gasped and shuddered as he plunged into me forcefully.  My dick spasmed in
my hand and started shooting jet after jet of hot, white cum onto my
stomach.  He reached down with a finger and scooped it up, licking it off
his fingers.  Then he scooped more up and put it to my lips.

"Oh yeah," he moaned, still fucking me.  "Lick your cum off my fingers,
while I fuck you up the ass."

I started licking and sucking my own cum off his hands.  It was so hot.  He
reached down and fed me more.  I took his finger in my mouth and began
deep-throating it, sucking it, biting it, while he continued to pound my
ass.

"Oh God," he moaned, "here it comes!"

He pushed into me with the strength of ten men and moaned and shuddered.

"Ahhhhhhhhh" he cried, thrusting deeply, almost making me cum again as he
buried his dick straight into my prostate, sending rippling waves of
pleasure up and down my body.

I felt the first hot jet of his cum splash inside me, filling my bowels with
warm, sticky liquid.  He shuddered and jerked violently as more, smaller
shots of cum followed.

"Fucking awesome," he said, panting.

I held him there in my arms, while he collapsed on top of me, kissing my
neck, licking the sweat off my chest.

"You are so fucking big," I grinned.  "That was like getting fucked by a
horse."

He slid his dick in and out of my ass a few more times and I moaned.

I felt trickles of his warm cum dribbling out of my hole, running down the
tender opening, down along the crack.

"I am definitely going to enjoy this house-sitting job," he smiled as we sat
up and started cleaning ourselves off.

"And just think," I grinned.  "Darlene's not back for another week and a
half."

We grinned and got dressed and hungrily devoured the rest of the pizza.

I don't know if my Aunt Darlene was playing matchmaker or not, but I had ten
more days and a whole empty house to find out.

And as we winked at each other and licked pizza sauce off each other's
mouths, somehow I had a feeling my new friend Chris would be taking care of
a hell of a lot more than just the house plants.
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