The Stranger in My Guest Room

Allen’s presence in the house was a welcome distraction from the silence that had settled over the kitchen. I had been making fresh-squeezed juice, trying to focus on the task at hand, but my mind kept wandering back to the guest room where he was still processing his emotions.

As I finished preparing the juice, I felt a sudden presence behind me and turned to see Allen standing in the doorway, wearing a tank top and running shorts, his baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. I couldn’t help but notice how hot he looked, and my heart skipped a beat as our eyes met.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light despite the tension that had built up inside me.

Allen looked uneasy, and it took him a moment to respond. “I appreciate what you’ve done for me,” he said finally, “but I’m not gay.”

I raised an eyebrow, puzzled by his words. “Allen, you told me this from the beginning,” I reminded him, trying to keep my patience.

He shook his head, looking conflicted. “Yes, but I don’t want you to get the wrong idea,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“What idea do you think I’ve gotten wrong?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“That I’m gay,” he replied, his eyes dropping to the floor.

“Allen, the Greeks, Romans, and Native Americans all went through what you’re going through, and they weren’t gay either,” I said gently, trying to calm him down.

“It’s a new experience, and I’m sure you have a lot of new thoughts, feelings, and emotions you’re going through,” I continued, my voice soothing. “Remember when you said if you felt uncomfortable, you were going to stop things immediately?”

Allen nodded, looking up at me with a mixture of fear and uncertainty in his eyes.

“And remember when I said if and when you do, talk to me about it and let me help you work through those things?” I reminded him, my voice filled with empathy.

He nodded again, and I could see the tension in his body begin to ease.

“I have shared with you a sacred ritual that bonds men together,” I said, my voice low and gentle. “You have felt this and responded to it, and I thought we had a deep spiritual, emotional, and loving bond of friendship like most men have never felt.”

Allen’s eyes filled with tears, and he looked away, his face red with emotion. I reached out and took his hand, holding it gently in mine.

“The whole time I was talking to him, I had intense eye contact, and then noticed tears were beginning to develop,” I thought to myself, my heart going out to him.

“I told him I had made some fresh juice and asked if he wanted some,” I said, trying to break the tension. “He shook his head no.”

Allen pulled his hand out of mine and walked back to the guest room, his weekend bag packed and slung over his shoulder.

“I’m going to go,” he said, his voice firm but laced with uncertainty.

“No, it’s not okay,” I said, my voice firm but gentle. “If you’re going to go away and never talk to me again, how can that be okay?”

Allen looked at me, his eyes flashing with anger, but I could see the fear and uncertainty lurking beneath the surface.

“Before you do, would you please tell me what happened to bring you to this uncomfortable state?” I asked, my voice soft and concerned.

“What happened in the guest room to bring you from euphoria to wanting to rush out?”

Allen’s face twisted in a mixture of emotions, and he took a deep breath before speaking. “My college ex-girlfriend called and left a message,” he said finally.

“I called her back, and she wants to move in with me here and try to make a go of it,” he continued, his voice laced with uncertainty.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the twist in the story.

“And you’re excited about her plan?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light.

Allen shook his head, his eyes flashing with anger. “I’m just confused,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, letting him continue. “We broke up because she was too dependent on me for everything,” he said, his voice filled with pain.

“She could barely make a decision to breathe without asking me if she should,” he continued, his eyes dropping to the floor.

“I didn’t like her mother either,” he said, his voice filled with disdain.

“She didn’t like me and thought I was just some stupid jock her daughter had the hots for,” he said, his voice laced with bitterness.

“Her actual words were, ‘Why would you want her daughter? You can get anyone you want’?” I asked, my voice firm but gentle.

Allen nodded, his eyes flashing with anger.

“And her dad even left the family because he couldn’t stand her mother,” he said, his voice filled with pain.

I nodded, my heart going out to him. “Let’s sit down and continue telling me about your relationship with her and her family,” I said, my voice soft and concerned.

Allen nodded, and we sat down on the couch, his weekend bag still slung over his shoulder.

“When they had sex, she would just lie there, and it seemed she was doing her duty and hated the whole time we were doing it,” he said, his voice filled with pain.

“I did all the work,” he continued, his eyes dropping to the floor.

I nodded, letting him continue. “So, are you questioning if you should go back with her or have you decided to just let her move in with you?” I asked, my voice soft and concerned.

Allen shook his head, looking uncertain. “Not really,” he said finally.

“I’ve had a lot to adjust to,” he continued, his voice filled with pain. “Graduation, finding a new job, moving to a new city not knowing anyone, and now dealing with all of these feelings I’ve had this weekend.”

I nodded, my heart going out to him. “Allen, this weekend has been very special for both of us,” I said, my voice soft and concerned.

“You have made me feel a depth of love I have never felt,” he said, his voice filled with emotion.

“I would be crushed and lost without your friendship,” he continued, his eyes filled with tears.

“We have such depth and such a spiritual connection, don’t you agree?” I asked, my voice soft and concerned.

Allen nodded, his muscles flexing beneath his skin. I reached out and took his hand, feeling a spark of electricity as our skin touched.

“With tantric massage, the heart is the key focus,” I said, my voice low and gentle.

“It’s where you start and where you push the sexual energy to flow through the body,” I continued, my eyes locked on his.

Allen’s cock began to rise, pressing against his shorts, and I felt a surge of desire course through my veins.

“I reached for his hand and put it on my heart,” I thought to myself, my heart pounding in my chest.

“He commented that my heart was pounding,” I thought, my eyes locked on his.

“I said, ‘It’s about to break thinking you’re walking out of here’.”

Allen’s eyes flashed with emotion, and he reached out, pulling me toward him.

We hugged, his cock pressing against mine, and he whispered, “I’m not gay, OK?”

“I love and care about you, not if you’re gay or straight,” I said, my voice filled with emotion.

“That part of you is such a small part of who you are,” I continued, my eyes locked on his.

Allen’s face twisted in a mixture of emotions, and he pulled back, looking at me with a hint of uncertainty.

“I’m not leaving,” he said finally, his voice firm but laced with emotion. “I still owe you a massage with my body.”

I smiled, feeling a surge of desire course through my veins.

“How about some juice?” I asked, my voice soft and concerned.

Allen smiled, and we hugged, his cock pressing against mine.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

I did, feeling his warmth against my body.

He held my face, kissing my cheeks and lightly kissing each of my eyes.

No one had ever done that to me before, and I felt a surge of emotion course through my veins.

Allen picked me up and walked over to the massage table, gently laying me down.

He towels off the oil I had wrapped around me while making the juice, took his shirt off, and then bent over to take his shorts off.

He kissed me, kissing my neck, ears, nipples, and all the way down my body.

My cock was hard, and I felt him putting massage oil on my body.

His strong hands massaged my muscles, helping me relax after the last tense hour.

He rolled me onto my stomach and massaged oil all over my back.

He asked me to let him know if he was doing anything wrong.

I could hear him massaging oil into his skin, and then he climbed up on the table.

We lay on our sides, looking at each other, and kissed and held one another while exploring each other’s bodies.

I rolled onto my stomach as he climbed onto my back.

His lean muscular body moved effortlessly over mine, our breathing coordinated, our passion rekindled.

My cock was pounding against Allen’s pressure on my back and the massage table.

His cock was oozing pre-cum, and it was so warm and arousing.

This continued for several minutes, then he hopped off the table and put the round pillow under my abs.

He got the KY warm and lubed up his fingers.

His fingers entered my hole, and a wave of passion, joy, and mutual love overwhelmed me.

He kissed and bit my ass cheeks, sucking on them afterwards.

I had never done this to me, and I wondered if he had done this with his college girlfriend.

His cock slid back and forth against my ass crack.

It had been a long time since I bottomed, and I was really more of a top.

I relaxed my hole, and as Allen would glide back and forth, his cock tantalized my hole, making me beg for him to penetrate me.

He grabbed my shoulders, and my back arched.

His cock went in, and I gasped as he had relaxing and letting him go balls deep.

My beautiful straight boy was now fucking me.

He would rapid fire 4-5 times and then go slowly and deep.

I was shuttering and moaning in ecstasy.

I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back, and the smell of his musk was filling my nostrils and turning me on deeper into accepting him inside of me.

After 15 minutes or so, he said he couldn’t hold back any longer.

I let him take control, and let his body make love to me.

He started rapidly pounding my ass, slapping his muscular thighs against my ass.

He yelled out and plowed hard into my hole, holding his penetration in as he flooded my guts.

I felt the warmth of his cum spurt after spurt.

I collapsed onto the pillow, feeling his cum dripping down my balls and hearing it loudly drip onto the massage table.

Allen was lying on me, breathing in and out, sweat dripping off him onto me.

I thought he was pulling out, but he started the rhythm once again as the squish and splashes of his cum glided his cock magically in and out.

My ass matched his rhythm, and our bodies rapidly fucked my ass, squeezing his cock to pull more cum out of him.

He then said, “Oh how I love you!”

Then he yelled out again, and I could feel him cumming again, warming my guts again with his love juices.

I was praying and hoping this weekend was just the beginning of our love making and growing friendship.