Knock knock

I'm just going to get right to it. Holy #$@&! It was Sunday just as the sun was going down, and I was home relaxing, watching the SWAT tv series, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Comfy lounging clothes. Well, all of a sudden there was a knock at the door, and it was HIM! Yeah, him. How? Then I realized I had given him my card outside the gym at some point, trying to offer future trending services (not that I'm necessarily qualified, but boy, it was worth a shot). But how did he get my address??

Well, he looked up and smiled, and said that he was visiting a friend nearby and as he was riding his bike home, he noticed my car parked in the driveway. That's right, he was oogling over it that night. It's a gift I bought myself last year, a candy apple red '82 Corvette Stingray. It's hard to miss and gets lots of attention. Admittedly I was in some state of shock, because I knew what he was saying to me, but it sounded a lot like the Charlie Brown teacher, "Wah wah wah".

It's no wonder, I mean the fact he was there completely out of the blue, and my eyes were busy scanning this fantasy boy, that one I've been dreaming about for weeks now and seen him twice already before. I mean he's right at my friggin door. He was wearing a pair of jean shorts, which seems to be his favorite and cut quite short, a tank top and slip-on sketchers. The same effortlessly flowing blonde hair, blue eyes, and the smoothest, fittest little body... ridiculous. *He's about 5'5-5'6, probably 125lbs-ish.

So I gathered myself and said how cool it was to see him and invited him in. I'm not a believer, but thank you, God, he said "sure!" So now I'm following this cute 'n sexy creature into my house, particularly noticing his cute, round bubble butt cheeks bounce as he walks, and those legs are so cute. He had a thin purple ankle bracelet on one leg. I just know he knows what he is and does the guys like me, so I guess this is potentially a win-win situation. I had better gather myself and get on my A game! Whatever that's going to be...

I offered him a drink, and he replied with an easy "sure, whatever ya got, thanks". He was scanning the place, all while looking at me through his peripheral vision, I'm sure to size me up and see if I was drooling over him, ha, well um,, I was. He started walking into the living room and then said excitedly "WOW, You've got a really cool big screen, omg it's HUGE!" I told hiit was a new 55" fire TV, great for movies. Knowing that would be my next ploy to live out my top erotic fantasy. This is already way better than any typical Sunday night at home, but deep down I was absolutely praying that this could become some rare and great surprise.

I grabbed 2 bottles of cream soda, nice and chilled, and I didn't want to take a chance yet by offering a beer... yet. I walked over beside him and handed him the bottle, clinking mine with his,"cheers!, I said smiling, he smiled back. I think there was a quick bite of his bottom lip as of to flirt all some subliminally. OK, well it was most likely instinct and he's 'playing his role'. He thanked me sweetly, then said "I looooove cream soda, and so nice and frosty too, YUM!" He then swirled his tongue around his sweet lips and giggled, then took a big swig, his pink pouty lips wrapped around the top of the bottle, right at his tongue came out a little... exactly what I'd love a kiss from him to be like. Of course, that's just a crazy thought I'll just keep for future jack off sessions. Still, I and the rest of my body still hoped, desired for more.

"Mmmmm, thanks again!" I answered no problem and asked if he was headed home. He said yes, but that he actually was in no rush, had no real plans and mentioned his parents were out of town for a couple of weeks. He said he noticed my car because he was headed home pedaling slowly and enjoying the view of the neighborhood. I asked if he wanted to stay and hang out for a while, watch a movie since I had access to just about anything, and that I even have an actual real popcorn popper that's way better than the microwave kind.

Oh god, which way is this going to go?!? And then he enthusiastically said that he would, but wished he had a change of clothes. Well, of course, now I knew this had gone up a notch and the direction I was aching for, so I was really excited inside, so I just instinctively told him "hey it's no problem, I've got a guest shower in the spare room that he was welcome to use, and that I would find something he would be comfortable to hang out in. He accepted and yeah, this is truly a fantasy coming true in real time.