Surprise

I was surprise to see him there. Actually, more frightened than surprised. The first thoughts rushing through my head were: “murderer, robber, rapists.” I focused on his eyes. His face. Then, his mouth, trying to remember his strong features for in case I had to recall them for the police sketch artist later on. That is, if I survive the ordeal. I felt adrenaline coarse through my veins and the hair on the back of my neck stood up.

He looked me over, sizing me up for the impending attack. I knew he could take me down in flash. I judged him to be two meters tall and easily weigh 90 plus kilograms. He filled out his jeans and button up shirt quite well. 

He must have sensed my distress and said: “Sorry for frightening you. Your parents let me in. I’m from the neighbourhood security forum. I’m Jake. Jake Roberts.” 

He moved forward with his hand stretched out. I took it and shook it. He had a solid grip. His hand was rough. Its then that I saw his laminated ID card hanging from his belt and the clip board in his left hand. I introduced myself.

“Your parents just left, but they said you would be able to help me out. Are you up to it?” he said, his eyes twinkling and his right eyebrow shooting up.

I felt my forehead contract into a frown, my brain trying to figure out what exactly he meant by that question. I looked down at myself and saw that I was still wet from the shower I took earlier and had the towel around my waist. 

I blushed and said: “Oh, yes, just hold on. I’ll get dress before I’ll show you around.” 

I had forgotten that my parents said that someone would come around today to help them improve security around the house after some burglaries in our area.

Jake had dark features, dark hair, dark eyes and a tan that most people would kill for. He didn’t move when I told him that I’m getting dress, preferring to stay put in the doorway. So I just opened my closet door, letting it form a barrier between him and I. I dropped my towel and looked in the mirror. I saw my reflection and checked myself out. I looked slim, nicely toned, with fine fluff on my legs and torso. I realized that Jake was on the other side of the closet door. I felt my dick harden and I instinctively pulled the fore skin away from my hardening cock head. 

“So what are you up?’ he asked.

“What do you mean?” I countered, figuring he couldn’t see me.

“You know, what do you do. What are you into?”

I told him what I do for a living, that I like movies, books, etc, the usual suspects when someone asks you this cliché. 

“A fine young guy like yourself must have a girlfriend?” he asked.

I decided to tell him I’m into guys, just to see what he would say.

“I see,” he said, ”That’s cool.” He started to walk to my window and turned around, sliding his hand down to his jeans button up fly and unbuttoning it. “Looks like you’re into me from the size of your dick. Do you want to see whether my friend is into you?” he asked, tapping with his finger on the button fly.

I stood there, naked, staring at him. He had a wicked smirk on his face. He removed his hand from his fly and placed it on the windowsill, and leaned back. I could just make out the white of his underwear sticking out from his fly. I would venture a guess that his friend might very well be into me. I moved forward and dropped to my knees. My face was parallel with his crotch. I placed my left hand on his jeans and started to feel him up. I rubbed his cock though the fabric, feeling that he dress to the left. I placed my face in his crotch and inhaled his odour of sweat, soap and the inexplicit sweet smell of cum. I rubbed my face over his crotch. I let my right hand move up to find his shirt buttons, unbuttoning a couple and so that my hand could move up under his shirt. I felt his smooth warm skin and a treasure trail of hair below his navel. Using the thin hair path as guide, my hand started its upward trek, tracing his abdominal muscles to his pecs, which was shaven smoothly. I found his right nipple and started to trace the outline, feeling the texture and the nipple hardening under my touch. He moaned softly.

I placed my left hand on the jeans fly and pulled it open. I saw that he wore underwear with a slid and I placed my fingers through it, feeling his rock hard rod and his smooth balls that had contracted up towards his cock root. I couldn’t get to his cock like I wanted to, so I removed my hand and pulled the left side of his underwear to the right, letting his cock make contact with his jeans. I let go of the underwear and took the cock in my hand, guiding it out through the fly. His cock was uncut and stood up an impressive 25cm. I looked up to see his facial expression. His eyes were closed. With my hand at the base I guided his cock to my mouth. H sighed and I felt his left hand rest on my head. I love it when guys stroke and play with my hair whilst I gave them head. He rested his open hand behind my head and gently applied pressure as my head started to move back and forth. 

“Yeah, that’s baby. Your mouth is hot. I definitely believe my friend is into you.” He let out another sigh and I felt his weight shift backwards. He continued to talk dirty. I swirled his large lollipop around my tongue and started to suck harder. I moved my right hand to start and unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and to unbuckle his belt. I shot my eyes skywards and saw his magnificent chest. It was hard, with nicely developed pecs. His abs flexed and his chest begun to raise and drop more frequently. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the windowsill, his left hand dropping back to steady himself. His body was getting ready to blow his wad. I started suck his cock deeper into my mouth.

“Fuck yeah, that’s more like it! Cocksucker pussy boy, take it in your mouth!” he shouted, as cum shot and spilled into my mouth. It started to drip out of the corners of my mouth and I instinctively swallowed. 

I felt his cock throb and turn solid steel hard. I started to remove it from my mouth and I felt his hands under my head, lifting me up. Your lips locked and we kissed. His tongue played around in my mouth and he tasted his own seed. Our cocks grinded into each other and I let my hands slip his shirt of over his strong shoulders.

“That was wonderful,” he said,” I think my friend wants to meet the rest of you.” He looked into my eyes with a smile.

I was surprise to see him there. Actually, more frightened than surprised. The first thoughts rushing through my head were: “murderer, robber, rapists.” I focused on his eyes. His face. Then, his mouth, trying to remember his strong features for in case I had to recall them for the police sketch artist later on. That is, if I survive the ordeal. I felt adrenaline coarse through my veins and the hair on the back of my neck stood up.

He looked me over, sizing me up for the impending attack. I knew he could take me down in flash. I judged him to be two meters tall and easily weigh 90 plus kilograms. He filled out his jeans and button up shirt quite well. 

He must have sensed my distress and said: “Sorry for frightening you. Your parents let me in. I’m from the neighbourhood security forum. I’m Jake. Jake Roberts.” 

He moved forward with his hand stretched out. I took it and shook it. He had a solid grip. His hand was rough. Its then that I saw his laminated ID card hanging from his belt and the clip board in his left hand. I introduced myself.

“Your parents just left, but they said you would be able to help me out. Are you up to it?” he said, his eyes twinkling and his right eyebrow shooting up.

I felt my forehead contract into a frown, my brain trying to figure out what exactly he meant by that question. I looked down at myself and saw that I was still wet from the shower I took earlier and had the towel around my waist. 

I blushed and said: “Oh, yes, just hold on. I’ll get dress before I’ll show you around.” 

I had forgotten that my parents said that someone would come around today to help them improve security around the house after some burglaries in our area.

Jake had dark features, dark hair, dark eyes and a tan that most people would kill for. He didn’t move when I told him that I’m getting dress, preferring to stay put in the doorway. So I just opened my closet door, letting it form a barrier between him and I. I dropped my towel and looked in the mirror. I saw my reflection and checked myself out. I looked slim, nicely toned, with fine fluff on my legs and torso. I realised that Jake was on the other side of the closet door. I felt my dick harden and I instinctively pulled the fore skin away from my hardening cock head. 

“So what are you up?’ he asked.

“What do you mean?” I countered, figuring he couldn’t see me.

“You know, what do you do. What are you into?”

I told him what I do for a living, that I like movies, books, etc, the usual suspects when someone asks you this cliché. 

“A fine young guy like yourself must have a girlfriend?” he asked.

I decided to tell him I’m into guys, just to see what he would say.

“I see,” he said, ”That’s cool.” He started to walk to my window and turned around, sliding his hand down to his jeans button up fly and unbuttoning it. “Looks like you’re into me from the size of your dick. Do you want to see whether my friend is into you?” he asked, tapping with his finger on the button fly.

I stood there, naked, staring at him. He had a wicked smirk on his face. He removed his hand from his fly and placed it on the windowsill, and leaned back. I could just make out the white of his underwear sticking out from his fly. I would venture a guess that his friend might very well be into me. I moved forward and dropped to my knees. My face was parallel with his crotch. I placed my left hand on his jeans and started to feel him up. I rubbed his cock though the fabric, feeling that he dress to the left. I placed my face in his crotch and inhaled his odour of sweat, soap and the inexplicit sweet smell of cum. I rubbed my face over his crotch. I let my right hand move up to find his shirt buttons, unbuttoning a couple and so that my hand could move up under his shirt. I felt his smooth warm skin and a treasure trail of hair below his navel. Using the thin hair path as guide, my hand started its upward trek, tracing his abdominal muscles to his pecs, which was shaven smoothly. I found his right nipple and started to trace the outline, feeling the texture and the nipple hardening under my touch. He moaned softly.

I placed my left hand on the jeans fly and pulled it open. I saw that he wore underwear with a slid and I placed my fingers through it, feeling his rock hard rod and his smooth balls that had contracted up towards his cock root. I couldn’t get to his cock like I wanted to, so I removed my hand and pulled the left side of his underwear to the right, letting his cock make contact with his jeans. I let go of the underwear and took the cock in my hand, guiding it out through the fly. His cock was uncut and stood up an impressive 25cm. I looked up to see his facial expression. His eyes were closed. With my hand at the base I guided his cock to my mouth. H sighed and I felt his left hand rest on my head. I love it when guys stroke and play with my hair whilst I gave them head. He rested his open hand behind my head and gently applied pressure as my head started to move back and forth. 

“Yeah, that’s baby. Your mouth is hot. I definitely believe my friend is into you.” He let out another sigh and I felt his weight shift backwards. He continued to talk dirty. I swirled his large lollipop around my tongue and started to suck harder. I moved my right hand to start and unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and to unbuckle his belt. I shot my eyes skywards and saw his magnificent chest. It was hard, with nicely developed pecs. His abs flexed and his chest begun to raise and drop more frequently. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the windowsill, his left hand dropping back to steady himself. His body was getting ready to blow his wad. I started suck his cock deeper into my mouth.

“Fuck yeah, that’s more like it! Cocksucker pussy boy, take it in your mouth!” he shouted, as cum shot and spilled into my mouth. It started to drip out of the corners of my mouth and I instinctively swallowed. 

I felt his cock throb and turn solid steel hard. I started to remove it from my mouth and I felt his hands under my head, lifting me up. Your lips locked and we kissed. His tongue played around in my mouth and he tasted his own seed. Our cocks grinded into each other and I let my hands slip his shirt of over his strong shoulders.

“That was wonderful,” he said,” I think my friend wants to meet the rest of you.” He looked into my eyes with a smile.