The god's must be smiling upon me. Perhaps it's a dream? Can I really be fucking this gorgeous blond haired blued eyed 15 year old boy?
Perhaps I should take a few steps back and tell you how I got to be in this orgasmic situation.
I'm Toby. I'm 18. I'm a little on the handsome side of non-descript. I've just started varsity. The god's smiled on me some years ago and gave me wealthy 'rents. They've put me up in an apartment not far from campus with a small sum of pocket money each week to cover my basic expenses and then some (you know, basic expenses like a mustang convertible, cleaner -- just the essentials).
I convinced Mom & Dad that I needed a two bedroom apartment so that I wouldn't need to study in my own bedroom - it's bad for your sleeping apparently. I had thought it would be cool to have a pad all to myself. But it quickly got depressing coming home to quiet empty spaces. So I decided to advertise in the local gay rag for a flat mate. I've only just come out to myself, having had a few closeted gropes in high school, and I don't want to have to come out to a flat mate.
I was screening my phone calls and had ignored heaps of calls from guys that sounded too old or queenie - I just couldn't imagine how I'd try and explain them to my parents. I was home one evening before heading out to the pub when a young guy called. I listened to him start trying to leave a message, he sounded nervous and seemed to be on a public phone -- I could hear traffic in the background.
He was trying to say that he didn't have a phone and that he'd try again later when I decided to pick up the call.
"Hi, it's Toby here."
"Oh hi! Um, I'm Simon."
"What's the story dude? You've seen the ad."
"Yeh, well. Um. I've just started at varsity and my flatmates aren't cool about me ... you know ... so I need a new place. Can I come look at yours?"
I told him the address and waited. Bout half an hour later there was a timid knock at the door. And there he was. His hair was mussed and his T-shirt and jeans were dirty like he'd slept outside in them for several days. He started nervously stammering again. I just started walking away from the front door, talking, telling him about the flat and what courses I was doing and stuff. He started following.
I pointed out the second bedroom, and then where mine was. I used the full length mirror on the wardrobe to watch him. He didn't look sure of himself at all. Was he really at varsity? He didn't look old enough. Was he really in another flat? He hadn't asked a single question?
"So how you gonna pay for this?"
"Well I, um ..."
"You're not at varsity are you? You're not in a flat."
"No." His lip trembled, he hung his head and looked like he might cry.
"Tell me what the story is then," I said, trying to sound a little compassionate. Oh God, there go his tears.
"I've been kicked out of home. My Dad found me with a, you know ... , mag. I've been on the street for a week now. Made a few dollars turning tricks, figured I could afford a flat -- but not one this good."
He pulled a wad of dirty bills from his pocket. All right, so he seemed genuine. "How old are you?"
"Fifteen."
Shit, that young. How was he gonna survive out there on the streets?
"Do you wanna drink? I've got beer in the fridge."
"Yeh, thanks."
We opened a couple of bottles and sat at the breakfast bar. It was giving me time to think. I didn't need the money, I just wanted company, and then here was a gorgeous boy willing to have sex with god knows who just to have a roof over his head. He seemed biddable. My prick was starting to stir with the plans that were forming in my head. He looked to have a reasonable bulge too.
"We could come to some arrangement."
"What d' you mean?"
"About you staying here."
"I can't afford it."
"How `bout a shower, some food, and we talk about it."
"Sounds good."
"Shower's that way, the towels are fresh out today." He stood up and moved to the bathroom and closed the door. I waited til the shower had been running a few minutes and went in and picked up his clothes.
"Hey, stop! What are you doing?"
"Putting these in the wash -- I'll empty the pockets out here."
"What am I gonna wear?"
"You're about the same size as me -- I'll bring through some clothes of mine." He didn't say anything else, just put his head back under the shower. I took a moment to watch him while I emptied his pockets out. He had a beautiful body, lightly athletic, soft blond fuzz around his pubes with a nice size dick hanging there. I licked my lips in anticipation. I took his clothes and threw them in the trash. Went through to my room and pulled out a pair of white CK microfibre briefs, a pair of blue addidas soccer shorts and t-shirt. I put them through in the bathroom.
By the time he had come out (god did he look good in my gear!) I had whipped out down stairs and grabbed some take-out burgers from a joint round the corner. He came over to the breakfast bar and tore into the burger. Whilst he was chewing I moved round behind him and slipped an arm around his waist, pulled him back against me and nuzzled his neck. He didn't seem to object, so I slipped a hand down to the front of his (my?) shorts sliding the nylon of the shorts against his bulge. I felt a response, a growing. He pushed his bum back against me and my dick responded.
He finished the burger and licked his fingers, "that was good."
"This could be better," I said turning him round and pulling my baggies and boxers down under my balls. He got down on his knees. No hesitation. And sealed his lips around my dick. God it felt good. He sucked. I haven't had sex that often, too much and I was going to shoot! I moaned and pushed him away. I pulled him up and knelt down before him and massaged his now straining dick through his shorts. I pulled his shorts down, a spot of precum was growing on the front of his briefs. I lent forward and licked, carrying on down the shaft and nuzzled at his balls. He shuddered and came! The cum soaked through the briefs and I lapped it up, god he even tasted good!
"Here, let me finish you off," he said and knelt before me. His moist lips encircled my dick again. It only took another minute or so and I moaned and came, he sucked me dry. Standing back up he pulled my boxers and baggies up. He then pulled back up his own shorts. "Sorry about the mess in your briefs."
"I'm looking forward to wearing them later."
He smiled a wide smile, I leant forward and kissed him. This felt right! This was what I wanted! Would he say yes to my plans? "So how `bout it? You can stay here in return for more of that."
"What?"
"You can live here, so long as I get to have you to myself." He started crying again! "What's up?"
It all came out in a tumble. "Do you really mean it? How can you afford it? Haven't you got a boyfriend? What am I going to do for money? What about ..." I put a finger up to his lips.
"I don't need the money. My folks are loaded. I's just bored and wanted company. You're going to be much more than that! You're beautiful and gorgeous and sexy. How can I say no?" The tears had stopped again.
"Can we really?" He was smiling again.
"Yep!" He was nodding his agreement. I pulled him towards me and we kissed again, for a longer time.
"So have you got anything stashed anywhere that you need to collect?"
"No just what I came in." He smiled goofily and looked down at his now damp shorts.
"Well we'd best get shopping and get you some more clothes. This is gonna be fun!"
"I can't go out in these! I've cum in them."
"If anyone notices they'll just be jealous. Let's go."
We went shopping! Some plastic melted. When we got back to the flat I got him to parade some of it in front of me, specially the addidas gear and briefs - two of my hot favourites for jerking off in.
"Hey, what's these?" He said, holding up a pair of addidas running shorts -- the type with high slits up the legs. I had slipped them in with the purchases when he wasn't looking. I grabbed them and went over to the kitchen and took out a pair of scissors and cut the lining out. Handing them back to him I said, "They're for you to wear. The rule will be whenever you're here you have to have only these shorts on, so that I can have you whenever I want."
"What!"
"Listen sunshine, either you do as I say or you can go back on the street -- with nothing! Now put on the shorts!"
He tore off the snap on trackies. Perhaps he should be a stripper? He certainly had the moves. The delicious curves of his bum spun as he twisted to hide his cock from me whilst he pulled on the running shorts. I pulled him to me. "Don't spoil it. I can look after us. But you're gonna have to trust me." I cupped his bum with my hands and kneaded his warm flesh. I could feel his dick responding in my groin. "Suck me."
He got down on his knees and pulled my baggies and boxers down. He slurped me down and set about it. After a minute or so I told him to stand up and turn around and moved up behind him.
"Oh" he said. Realising just why I wanted him to wear these shorts. I pushed up against his rosebud and felt it start to give. He moaned, deeper this time. I started sliding in. It was heaven. We set up a good rhythm, fucking and moaning. He looked good. His back a small vee, lightly tanned with a bit of muscle definition. I could see my prick sliding in and out of him. Fucking a boy wearing addidas running shorts had been a fantasy of mine from school -- and here he was.
This was where we came in, the gods were indeed smiling on me.
I started to thrust harder as I came and that sent him over the edge, spurting all over the floor. I could feel his sphincter clamping on my dick. "And that's going to be your first job to earn your keep. Clean that up," I said as I pulled out of him. He got down on his hands and knees, wiggling his bum at me, and started licking the floor. He cleaned up his cum and stood up and came over and kissed me.
This was definitely the start of something good!