Alexander

A knock came at my door, and I went to answer it. A boy stood there, 18 years old. He was beautiful, with thick black hair, straight and cut short. His features were pubescent but with plenty of boy in them. His brown eyes looked at me with a friendly smile. He was dressed for winter, with a heavy jacket zipped up over baggy dark blue jeans. I was in love. And soon, so he would be.

"Can I help you?" I asked, with a slight grin.

"Hi there," he stuck out his lovely hand to be shook, "I'm Alexander. I work for the Philadelphia Record, and I'm selling subscriptions."

"I see," said I, shaking his hand and relishing the feel of his flesh. Already my penis twitched. I wondered if he could sense that. How nice it would have been to be able to read minds, but my power didn't work like that.

His smile became a little wider. He liked me. If he could sense my attraction, it wasn't repulsing him. "Well," he continued, "they're $48 apiece, but you get the daily and Sunday paper for three months, and then the paper'll call you to see if you want to continue. It's a pretty good deal."

"I agree, but won't you come in out of the cold? I've got coffee on. Or will you be missed?" I thought of an anxious mother in a running car awaiting him.

"Sure. I mean, there's no one waiting for me. I rode my bike, and it's pretty cold. I'd love some coffee."

"Good deal." I swung the door wider and he followed me in. I took his coat and noted what he was wearing. I couldn't really make out what his body was like underneath the heavy sweatshirt, but judging from his face, he was slender and had a bit of teenage muscle. Yum. My erection grew; soon he was going to be able to see it. I poured coffee, and we sat down on opposite sides of the small dining room table.

"I don't get visitors that often, in this neighborhood people pretty much keep to themselves. You said your name is Alexander?"

"Right," he said, taking a sip of coffee. "Man, that's good."

"I'm Samuel." We shook hands again, and I grasped his a little longer than before. I couldn't wait to touch him. "You like me," I said casually, but with no ambiguity.

"Yeah, I guess I do. You remind me of someone, I guess."

"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question or two? I'm just a little curious."

"Go ahead, I guess."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No, not really. I was dating a girl for a while. There's a couple girls at school who like me."

"It's warm in here," I said. "Why don't you take off your sweatshirt?"

"Okay, it is a little warm." He stood up from the table and pulled off his sweatshirt from behind his head. As it came up, it pulled his t-shirt up a bit, and I caught a healthy glimpse of flat teenage stomach, with just the beginnings of a six-pack. An inch or two of his red knit underwear (boxer briefs? I asked myself) was visible above the waistline of his jeans, and I practically drooled. I wanted him badly. Under the sweatshirt he was wearing a plain blue t-shirt, and I could see that his youthful body was in good shape.

"So, have you hooked up with a girl?"

"Well, yeah, a couple times."

"How far have you gotten?"

"Boy, that's really personal. Why do you want to know?" He was frowning.

"Just relax, Alex." I brought my power up. "I told you, you like me. In fact, you like and trust me very much."

The frown vanished, and he grinned openly. His smile was beautiful. "How far have I gotten, huh? Well, I was at a party a couple weeks ago, and there was this girl Theresa. Man, she's hot. And I found out she likes me. We smoked up, and we started kissing. It got pretty hot. I started to touch her tit through her top, and she was like, moaning into my mouth. We went into one of the bedrooms, and kissed some more, and I touched her pussy. She was wearing a short skirt, and her panties were soaked. I touched it and it was so slippery. I think she came right there. My dick was so hard, I thought it was going to go off right then. Then she stood me up and knelt down in front of me. She undid my pants and pulled out my dick, and sucked me off."

My own cock was rock hard. "Did you come in her mouth?"

"Yeah, I did. She swallowed it." Alex's face was flushed, and I could tell he was turned on by telling me that story.

"And did you jerk off thinking about that night?"

"Oh yeah. I've jerked off thinking about her every night for the past two weeks. I think she'll go all the way with me the next time we get the chance."

"Will you take off your shirt for me, Alexander?"

"Okay," he said, with no hesitation. He stood up and pulled his t-shirt over his head, slower this time. Teasing me. He knew what was coming. His body was gorgeous. Developing pecs with the straight line right down the middle of his torso, tanned, toned, lovely. His arms were slender but muscular, clearly he worked out with weights. I moved my eyes down to his crotch, which was bulging with a teenaged erection. It tented out the front of his jeans and I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"You are beautiful, my boy. I bet there's more than one or two girls at school who want to fuck you." He shrugged and grinned shyly.

"I want to suck your cock, Alexander. I want to unbutton your jeans and pull them down, touch your hard cock through your underwear, then pull that down too and take you in my mouth until you come." I wasn't using my power now, but it was there, ready.

Alex had become more red, and I could just see his cock twitch slightly. It wasn't softening, that's for sure. "Okay," he whispered.

I stood up and held him for a moment. The feel of his firm, young body in my arms was undescribable. He hugged me back, and our erections pressed into each other. I kissed his cheek tenderly, then his lips. His mouth opened to accept my tongue. The kiss was sweet, urgent, and incredibly exciting.

I knelt in front of him. He wasn't wearing a belt, so I unbuttoned the front of his jeans and unzipped the fly. His cock strained at his underwear as I let his jeans pool around his ankles. He was wearing boxer briefs, and I paused for a moment to drink in his simple pubescent beauty, aroused and ready. I touched his rock-hard penis through the fabric of his boxers and he moaned deeply. His cock twitched and pulsed at my caress.

I pulled at the waistband of his boxers until his cock came into full view. It jutted upward at an angle from the small mass of black pubic hair. His pubic hair was even beautiful, I thought. His penis was about six inches long and fairly slender. It still had a bit of growing to do, but to me it was magnificent. His scent was intoxicating, and unable to wait even a moment longer, I snaked out my tongue to taste him. It was like licking velvet. I licked all around the head, loving his taste. Finally, I took the whole shaft in my mouth, in and out, back and forth. I swirled my tongue around the head with each stroke. Each moment, Alex moaned and writhed, and his rhythm grew faster and faster with my own.

Finally he gave a short yelp. I could feel his boy-cock's head begin to pulse, and I stopped, wanting every drop of his luscious boycome. It spurted, once, twice, three times, four. I let it slide over my tongue and down my throat, luxuriating in the salty, slightly tongue-numbing sweetness. God he tasted good. Still looking at his body while he recovered from his orgasm, I pulled out my own cock and stroked once, twice, and spurted my own come on the floor.

I stood up. "You better get dressed before your mom gets worried." I inspected his face. No regrets in the eyes, just a little urgency to get back on the road.

"Alex?"

"What, Samuel?"

"You won't remember the time you had here. You'll just know that you're always welcome and always have a friend here." I scribbled a check for $48 for the newspaper and handed it to him. "Come back anytime."

"Oh, I will. I like it here." He took the check. Then he reached out and gave me a quick hug. "See you." In another session I found out that he was actually 20 years old, but he sure did look younger.

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