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After Stumbling out of bed and going to the bathroom, I ambled out to the kitchen.
Knowing that my parents would be at work, expecting to have the house to
myself, I didn’t bothered to dress. Still half asleep, I stood naked
in a burst of refrigerator light drinking from a carton of o.j. It wasn’t
until this cute guy suddenly appeared in the doorway that led to the basement
that I remembered my parents mentioning something about having the furnace
service.
The guy looked me up and down with great interest. “You could stand
to put on a little weight,” he said with a snicker. “But you’ve
sure got a great looking cock.”
Immediately, blood rushed to my face. I just stood there with my mouth full
of juice, staring at him. He was so damn good looking, for a moment I wondered
if I was dreaming.
He looked to be a few years older than me, twenty—five of so. He was
average height, with a lean, somewhat muscular build. And whether he thought
I was too skinny or not he was obviously attracted to me. I mean, his eyes
were all over me, lingering wantonly when they fell to size up my manhood.
Embroidered on the pocket of his crisply pressed shirt, just below the company
logo for Speedy Furnace Repair, was the name Bill.
After finally managing to swallow, I sit the carton of juice on the counter
and made a feeble attempt to obstruct his view of my stiffening cock with
my hands. “I wasn’t expecting company,” I said rather
sharply. “I think I’d better get dressed.” Making himself
at home at the kitchen table he glared at me with a crooked smile. “There’s
certainly no need to go to any trouble on my account,” he said. “To
be honest, I kind of like the view. Go ahead and finish you juice.”
I couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy. Did he think just because
he was so damn good looking it entitled him to take such brazen liberties?
“You know,” he said. “With your boyish good-looks I’ll
bet you’re a real heart—breaker.”
I was eighteen and aware of the fact that many of my features remained boyish,
I certainly didn’t need him reminding me. Being quite smug he leaned
back in his chair. “I didn’t mean to piss you off,” he
said. “It was a compliment. I’ll bet there are a lot of guys
who would just love to bend you over and drill that sweet little ass of
yours.”
My eyes wandered onto the cylinder shaped bulge that had begun to swell
and stretch down the inside of his thigh. No doubt he was one of those guys.
I had consummated my preference for cock long ago, and while I definitely
found the repairman attractive, I couldn’t help being a little put
off by his arrogance.
“Seriously,” said Bill. “You really are a knock out. Again
I felt the familiar warmth of a blush returning to my cheeks. “Come
now,” he said. “Don’t tell me no one has ever told you
how gorgeous you are.” I shook my head. No one ever had. He was the
first. “I’ll bet you’re still a virgin too, aren’t
you?” If by virgin he meant I had neither fucked, nor been fucked,
his assumption was correct. But virgin, or not, I wasn’t so naive
that I failed to recognize his desire to seduce me.
“I think its time I got dressed,” I said, slowly making my way
toward the doorway. My heart nearly exploded when Bill reached out and took
hold of my hand.
“Come on now. What’s your hurry? I think we should talk some
more. I’d like to get to know you better.”
He pulled me closer. His passionate brown eyes were fixed on the distended
slab of teenage meat that now sprang up from between my legs. I gasped as
he yanked me down across his knees. I realized at once that his strength
was far superior to mine. Any attempt to deny him, even if I had wanted
too, would have been futile.
One of his thick arms came to rest across my back, holding me firmly in
place. “When was the last time you had someone give you a good spanking?”
He ran a hand over my ass. “Damn, if that ain’t a pretty ass,”
he muttered. “You’ve got the smoothest little bubble butt I’ve
ever seen.
I moaned painfully as he brought his hand down hard against my vulnerable
buttocks. “You like being spanked, don’t you?” God, help
me, I did like it. I could hardly wait for him to smack my ass a second
time, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he
was right.
“One word about this to my parents and your job is history,”
I threatened, eager for him to continue.
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