The Handsome Stranger - Part 12

All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

“Remember that guy who lived a few doors down?” I asked, as Dad bustled around the kitchen before work. He was already late, so I knew that it probably wasn’t the best time to ask, but I’d spent most of the night awake.

“Who, Cooper?” He asked, trying to gulp down coffee and fix his tie at the same time.

“The older guy with the Poodle”.

“Have you got everything, sweetheart?” Mom asked, bursting into the kitchen and grabbing her keys.

Dad nodded and finished his coffee. “I don’t know” he said to me, “why?”

“You do, Dad” I groaned, because I needed him to remember the only gay man who had ever existed in this hellhole town.

“Cooper, I’m late” he said sternly, “can this wait until later?”

I sighed and sat back on the chair, they left a few minutes later.

Neither of my parents had given me any reason to think that they were in any way homophobic, but they hadn’t given me any reason to think the opposite, either. It was simply something that had never been discussed before, and I’d never had any desire to bring the conversation up until now.

My grandpa on my Dad’s side was, for lack of better words, conservative. In fact, he was probably the most homophobic piece of shit I had ever met, but thankfully, he and Dad had never exactly seen eye to eye.

I rubbed my face and groaned at the kitchen table. The last two weeks had been a whirlwind of emotion, and now that I’d finally learned Austin’s true feelings about me, there was a risk that it would all be ruined.

It wasn’t just the fact that Austin was gay, that could cause a problem. It was the fact that despite the age gap, the two of us had been getting close right under my parents’ noses. I tried to imagine if the tables were turned and it was a young woman here, instead of Austin, and I could almost feel my mother’s rage.

“Fuck” I sighed, realising that this job may be even more difficult than I expected.

“Morning” Austin’s cool, easy voice called, and I looked up to find him leaning against the door wearing nothing but those loose shorts.

“Don’t you ever get cold?” I asked, trailing my eyes over his muscle once again.

“Don’t you ever get warm?” He replied, and filled a cup of coffee.

His ass looked great in his shorts. Everything about him looked great. I turned my head as he sat down, and listened to him sip.

“So” he said, and I could feel him staring at me. “How did the conversation go?”

“It didn’t” I mumbled.

“Maybe if I spoke to them” Austin began, but I scoffed.

“Oh yeah, hey Mr. and Mrs. Lawson, your teenage son and I have been fucking and I’m just wondering if that’s alright with you”.

Austin choked on his coffee with laughter, and I couldn’t help but laugh, too. Why did this have to be such a fucking problem? Why couldn’t I have just been born straight, and have a pretty girlfriend that didn’t require a ‘conversation’ with my parents.

“We haven’t, though” he said, and I’d been too caught up in my own thoughts to grasp what he was saying.

“Huh?”

“Fucking” he smiled, and sipped again. “We haven’t”.

I felt my face blush as I realised what I’d just said. “Oh, yeah” I nodded, trying to play it off, “I was just… I was uh… You know…”

Austin chuckled again, and pulled his chair closer to mine. “We could run away” he joked, and took my wrist before placing my hand on his knee. “Just you and me, fleeing through the woods”.

“Yeah right” I scoffed, mindlessly stroking the warm flesh as he moved my hand further up his thigh.

“Yeah” he smirked, “likkle Coop would probably need his likkle nightlight”.

“Shut up” I growled, and smacked his junk with the back of my hand. He grunted, but laughed.

“They won’t care that you’re gay” I said, which I was certain was true.

“I’m not worried about me” he replied, and turned my chair toward him. “I’m worried about you”.

Every time the man looked into my eyes, I got butterflies. Not normal butterflies, but super butterflies. It felt like a flurry of crows inside me, and my heart thumped as he pulled me closer to him.

“Morning breath” I joked, and pushed him away, but he caught my arms and held them.

“You don’t have to do this, you know?” He said, “we can still keep in touch”.

“What, by pigeon?” I replied, and he smiled at me.

“I need a shower” he said, and I nodded.

“I know. You stink” I teased, and he yanked up my arm, inhaled my armpit and grimaced.

“I’m not the only one” he grinned, and dragged me to my feet. “Come on”.

Austin pulled me up the stairs behind him, and it was only when we were halfway there that I realised what was about to happen. A blast of excitement rushed through me, but it was dulled by the embarrassment of showering with somebody.

“I… I don’t know” I half laughed, as Austin closed the bathroom door behind us.

“Oh, so now you’re modest?” He scoffed, and dropped his shorts to reveal the fact that he wore absolutely nothing underneath. “Strip” he said, as my eyes pinned to his big, beautiful cock.

“Huh?”

“Strip” he said, again, switching on the shower.

I looked back up at him, frozen with excitement, and he rolled his eyes and grabbed my t-shirt.

“Don’t start pretending you’re shy” he smiled, and pulled it up over my head. Before I had a chance to do it myself, my pants and underwear were around my ankles, and Austin was helping me out of them. “There” he nodded, and pulled open the shower door. “In”.

“You’re very bossy this morning” I remarked, and winced when he grabbed me by the ear.

“Into the shower, young man” he snarled, “before you get a spanking”.

I knew he was joking, but that did nothing for the boner that was already bulging against my hands.

“Yes, sir” I laughed back, and shuffled inside, before Austin stepped in after me, and pinned me to the tiled wall.

“I fucking love you” he said, and my mouth fell open as the warm water sprayed down onto both of us.

His kiss was more passionate than it had been before. It was neither rough nor gentle, but somewhere perfectly in between. I let my hands fall down by my sides, until I remembered that I was allowed to touch this man, and quickly wrapped my arms around the back of his neck.

It felt so right to be with Austin like this. Our naked bodies colliding. Our tongues fighting. Our hearts connected. It felt like whatever this was, it was meant to be, and although I knew it would be difficult to make it work, I was determined to find a way.

“Suck me” he said, breathlessly. “Please”.

I thought the moment would never come. I’d been dreaming, quite literally, about it since the day we’d first met, and now it was happening. I looked down at his throbbing cock, and back up at him. It was the first time that I’d seen Austin looking somewhat vulnerable, and I grinned.

“What?” He said, as I did nothing more than look at his tool.

“Why don’t you suck mine, first?” I smirked, and his eyes narrowed.

“You’re a brat” he said, and pushed me against the tiles again, keeping his strong hand pinned to my chest.

“Your brat” I reminded him, and he flashed me that beautiful smile before squeezing my cock in his hand, and slowly getting to his knees in front of me.

I wasn’t sure whether to be nervous or excited, so I was a mixture of both as I watched Austin lean toward me and lick the head of my cock. It sent a shiver through my erection, and I had to grab the wet wall behind me to avoid slipping.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” He asked, looking up at me as he teased my tip again.

“Awh fuck” I gasped, as the muscles in my body contracted.

Austin continued to stroke my stiff cock head with his tongue. He did it gently, but it was enough to make my eyes roll. I squirmed with pleasure, curling my toes as he took me deeper into his warm, wet mouth, and could do nothing but grab his head and moan when he finally started to suck.

I’d watched a million videos, but nothing had prepared me for the pleasure of it. Every stroke of his tongue made my legs shake, and I knew for certain that I’d last no more than thirty seconds before blowing a load.

His skilled hands touched various parts of my naked body as he swallowed me. His fingers toyed with my balls before sliding further between my legs until I could feel him at my most private parts, and then it happened, and it was like nothing I could have imagined.

It wasn’t a normal orgasm. It wasn’t like the ones I had in my own hand, on my own bed, with my own thoughts. This one was wild.

I felt my head spin as my balls shot out ropes of cum into Austin’s mouth. I almost expected him to be mad at me, but the man swallowed every squirt, and continued to suck even when it felt like I had died and gone to heaven.

Waves of pleasure continued to pulse through my entire body and only for the fact that Austin caught me, I would have fallen to the floor of the shower. He smiled as he held me, and I looked up at him, still delirious from the orgasm, and smiled right back.

“That didn’t take long” he joked, as I regained my balance.

“I… I didn’t expect it to feel like that” I gasped, as my softening cock twitched.

“Well” he whispered, turning the shower off and opening the door, “I know exactly what to expect, so you’re gonna have to work for this”.

Despite the orgasm, I was already horny again. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist, before doing the same for himself, and with my hand in his, he pulled open the bathroom door and we turned toward his bedroom before stopping dead.

My eyes widened as I stared at him,

“Bradley?!”