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We arrived at my apartment and pulled into my reserved parking space.
"Alright buddy! Let's grab your stuff and I'll show you to your room for the month!"
"Okay. Thanks Benjamin!" I frowned.
"Hey, call me Ben, okay?" "Oh okay, sorry haha. I think I just feel like I need to be really formal since you're my dads friend." He said, still looking at his feet.
"Now I'm your friend too. I've got no kids and raising `em isn't something I'm interested in. So don't worry about getting scolded by me, we're just buds!" I said assuringly and placed my hand on his small shoulder.
He looked up at me, meeting my eyes. I got lost in those crystals for a moment.
"Cool Ben. Thanks."
I could tell that took a weight off of him - he didn't feel like I was some extension of his parent. We were walking up to my front door, him in front of me while I carried the bags up the steps. I watched him walk, his sneakers slapping the ground in front of him. I watched as each pant leg moved, showing me the presence of his calves, then his thighs, and each butt cheek flexing as he walked. His torso was as long as his legs, and his arms hung to the sides of his small frame. He must be a swimmer, I thought to myself. Track maybe. I just thought his hair was so cute. It was a rich brown, not long but not very short. Just enough to begin making a wave.
I caught myself. I'm not checking this kid out, right? I'm just sizing him up - man to man. I didn't really believe that, but I decided to just go with it.
We got to the door and I unlocked it. I told him to head up to the second floor, first door on the left, and I'll carry the bags behind him. I think I really just wanted a good look at his ass again. My door wasn't locked so he was already inside when I got to the top of the stairs.
"Woooow" I heard him saying inside.
I went in and saw him spinning around, taking it all in. I was proud of my space, I did well for myself and I liked to show that. My living room had a huge leather couch on a large ornamental rug. The wood work in my apartment was a dark oak, featuring a built in credenza and a beautiful fire place lined with black tile. My walls and shelves were decorated with books and art. I liked to support the arts and have boughten pieces from around the country. I tended to lean towards my interests, so a lot of the work was of men. Photographs of the male physique, small sculptures of naked men and dicks, paintings of men lying together, all sorts of erotica, vintage and new, that I liked to collect. I hadn't really thought about that being potentially strange for him, and I thought it'd be best to be direct.
"Hope you don't mind the subjects of my collection... I suppose I like what I like!" I said, scratching my neck.
"I think it's beautiful, everything really makes the space feel so... classy." He said.
It was pretty clear he wasn't used to this sort of display before. He probably hasn't seen much art in his life.
"Thank you, Sasha. Feel free to look at anything you want, and I can tell you about the piece and the artist if you're interested." I said.
I wanted him to know that I wouldn't mind him asking me questions or introducing him to things.
"Sure Ben, will do."
I started walking towards the bedrooms, but noticed he wasn't following. I slowly turned around and saw him staring at one of my paintings. The painting is of a young man, probably his age, lying naked in a bed, the sunlight reflecting off of his shining skin.
I waited a moment and said "You coming?"
He snapped out of it and said "yes, sorry!"
He followed me to the second last door in the hallway, and I led him inside.
"Well, here it is! I hope you like it, I know there's not much in here, I don't have guests too often. Just let me know if there's anything you need. Anything at all." I said, looking around and the room with nothing but a bed, side table, and dresser.
"It's great Ben, seriously. I can't thank you enough. Plus this view of the street is so cool, I've never seen New England before!" He said, excitedly.
I could see his youth in that moment and thought about how cool this must be for him. A sheltered kid from California seeing the world for the first time.
"I'd be happy to show you around sometime, if you'd like" I said.
"I'd love that." He said, putting his stuff on the bed.
"Alright buddy, I'm sure you're tired from the flight. I've gotta get some work done so I'll be in my office, but make yourself at home. Eat whatever you'd like, give yourself a tour, here's a set of keys and a towel. We've gotta share a bathroom, sorry bud." I said, letting out a chuckle.
"Oh okay, no problem. I think I'll take a shower and a nap." Sasha said, smiling.
I went to my office, across from the bathroom, and started opening emails and catching up on work. I didn't look up to see him walk in, but I heard the bathroom door close, the toilet flush, and then the shower turn on. About 15 minutes later, I heard the water shut off. I was seated so that I'd he able to see the bathroom door open, and a part of me was hoping to catch a glimpse of him walking back to his room. Once the bathroom door opened, I tried to causally lift my eyes towards the door. As I did, I almost let out a gasp.
Sasha was standing in the doorway, the towel I gave him wrapped tightly around his hips. The towel was wrapped so low around his waist I could see most of his teenage bush sticking out the top. I followed his pubes up his happy trail, admiring his V line and abs. His waist looked so small, and his chest was completely hairless and gently defined. I could see his wet, dark armpit hair sticking to the skin under his arms. His arms were very slender but toned, and his collarbones looked so delicate and hollow. When I met his face he was looking at me. I internally panicked wondering how long he just watched me inspect his entire body. Neither of us said anything, and I decided to break the silence.
"Good shower?" I asked.
"Yeah! Sorry. Um. I just, uh, I just wanted to say thank you. Like seriously. I've never left my state before, and I'm just so excited and nervous, and you've just been so nice to me. I really feel at ease." He said, darting his eyes around the room.
My heart melted. God this kid was incredible, absolutely gorgeous and sweet as a strawberry. I swallowed and told him I was glad and it was no big deal. I was happy to have him here. He went to his room and closed the door, and I stared past my computer screen, processing the beautiful body I just visually devoured. There was no denying now that I was checking him out.