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Part 1
Caleb first met Jordan the day he moved in. Caleb was tall and broad-shouldered, man of the perfect shade of caramel. Muscular and beefy with a bit of salt-and-pepper in his hair. He had a powerful presence and people were naturally drawn to him. He oozed sex from every pore of his taught body.
He has lived in this small rural neighborhood for years and tall, fields of grass separated him from most of his neighbors. He was used to the quiet–weekends were often spent watching basketball or meeting up with “the guys” for bowling. That changed momentarily when Jordan arrived to rent a room in his house.
Jordan was white, pale, and only stood 5’7″tall – and always full of nervous energy. He moved in alone, hauling some small bedroom furniture in his short, cut-off jean shorts that revealed his lean legs. Caleb watched him from his porch, sipping his coffee, his dark eyes tracking Jordan’s every movement.
Jordan felt it. That gaze.
It wasn’t hostile, but it wasn’t warm either. Caleb had a way of looking at him–intense, like he could see more than what was on the surface. It made Jordan’s stomach twist with a mix of unease and something else he wasn’t ready to name. This made Jordan’s anxiety skyrocket but the way it made him feel like prey about to be pounced turned him so much.
It wasn’t long before Caleb made his move.
It started small. A polite “Good morning” here, a light touch on the arm when passing in the narrow hall. But there was always an edge to it–an electricity that Jordan couldn’t ignore. Caleb’s deep baritone growl seemed to vibrate through him every time he spoke. The way he reached up under his shirt to strategically show a glimpse of his abs or a hand down his shorts to adjust his growing bulge.
That evening, just as the sun dipped below the horizon, Caleb stood in Jordan’s bedroom doorway wearing only a black and white jock. It drew obvious attention to the strange fact that there was no bedroom door.
Jordan hesitated to ask. His heart raced as he watched Caleb standing there looking at him with a crooked grin and a long exxagerated reach into his jock. bursa escort Caleb noticed Jordan looking for the missing door before being distracted by Caleb’s obvious dick outline through his jock.
“This used to be an office so that’s why there is no door. Don’t worry, I’m looking into getting one ASAP! Besides, what if you were having a nightmare and I couldn’t get in to wake you up?”
Caleb gives Jordan a wink.
“Besides I wanted to welcome you properly,” Caleb said, his voice like molasses.
Jordan swallowed hard, trying not to stare at the way Caleb filled out his jock..
“Uh, thanks.” Jordan replied.
Secretly he liked the idea of Caleb being able to come in whenever he wanted. It made Jordan nervous but wet at the same time.
Caleb stepped inside. the room seemed to shrink with Caleb’s now in it. He moved deliberately, sitting on the end of the bed- next to Jordan. His eyes scanning Jordan’s slender frame.
“Have you had roommates before?” Caleb asked, his tone casual but his gaze sharp.
“Y-Y-Yeah,” Jordan stuttered, feeling more vulnerable. Stuttering was a common tick resulting from nervousness.
“Me too,” Caleb said, leaning back on the bed with his elbows. His broad chest inches away. “Gets quiet sometimes.”
Jordan nodded, unsure of what to say, but his pulse quickened. Caleb’s presence was overwhelming–intimidating yet magnetic.
“I see you unpacked some running shorts,” Caleb said, his lips curling into a small smile. “You run?”
Jordan’s cheeks burned. “Uh, sometimes”
Caleb chuckled, a deep rumble that sent shivers down Jordan’s spine. “Didn’t mean to make you nervous.”
“I’m not nervous,” Jordan lied, through his wavering voice.
Caleb tilted his head, studying him. “Good. ‘Cause I’d like to get to know you better. Maybe I could run with you sometime.”
There was no mistaking the intent in his tone. Jordan’s throat went dry, but he didn’t look away.
“Okay,” he said softly.
Caleb’s smile widened, warm but still carrying that edge of intensity. “Good. Well I’ll see you in the morning, then- bursa eskort if not sooner.”
Again, Caleb winked and flashed a crooked grin.
As Caleb left, Jordan’s heart was pounding. He wasn’t sure if it was fear or desire–or both–but he knew one thing: Caleb wasn’t a man to be ignored and the wet of pre cum in his pants was a tell that he wanted Caleb to do very dirty things to him.
With a look of surprise and curiosity, Jordan reached down, stealing a private moment to readjust himself in his shorts.
Over the next few days, Caleb made it a point to bump into Jordan more often. It wasn’t accidental–Jordan knew that–but Caleb had a way of being persistent without feeling pushy but no doubt intentional. He’d stop Jordan before his morning jogs, standing in his open doorway, leaning casually against the doorframe, his broad shoulders silhouetted by the rising sun in the hall window behind him.
“You run every day?” Caleb asked one morning.
“No,” Jordan replied, trying the last of his laces.
“Discipline. I like that,” Caleb said with a small smile. “Ever think of switching it up? Could show you some strength training sometime.”
Jordan blinked, caught off guard. “You work out?”
Caleb chuckled, flexing an arm briefly. “What do you think?”
Jordan’s face flushed as he quickly looked away. “Right. Uh, maybe.”
“Maybe?” Caleb teased, his voice dropping lower. “I’ll take that as a yes. Tomorrow. Seven am.”
It wasn’t a question, and before Jordan could protest, Caleb had already walked away leaving Jordan standing there, his heart racing and dick hard as a rock- again.
That night, down the hall, Jordan heard Caleb’s door open slowly with an eerie creek. Feeling both nervous and turned on, Caleb’s steps could be heard getting closer- stopping in Jordan’s doorless doorway.
Jordan slowly and carefully peeked with one eye. The country moon backlit Caleb’s perfect shilouette through the window again. Jordan thought maybe he would think he was asleep- No such luck.
Caleb stood there naked- his hand gripping on his fat cock glistened faintly.
Jordan’s licked his lips. A mistake he didn’t know if he would regret.
“You’re awake,” Caleb said, letting himself inside. “You like to play possum. I love that.”
Jordan hesitated but then opened his eyes. Caleb smelled so good. Like cedar and something undeniably masculine filled the air in his room.
“You don’t have to look so nervous,” Caleb said, his tone now softer than usual. “I don’t bite. At least not until you ask me to.”
Jordan froze, his cheeks burning, and Caleb laughed. “Relax. Scoot over. I can’t sleep.”
Without warning, Caleb slides his naked body under the covers and faces Jordon’s backside and pulls him with one arm right into his naked full frontal body…. Little spoon to Caleb’s big…. Enormous cock.
Caleb reaches under Jordan with his left arm bringing his hand up to Jordsn’s face.
“You’re lighter than you look,” Caleb said, his breath warm against Jordan’s neck as he adjusted the position of his giant daddy cock on Jordon’s ass cheeks.
Jordan shivered, his pulse quickening. “Thanks, I….”
Caleb tilted Jordan’s chin up with a gentle but firm hand, covered his mouth firmly and says “Shhhh”. Don’t speak unless I tell you to. Understood? You’re always looking away from me. Why?”
Jordan’s breath hitched. “I don’t know.”
“I think you do,” Caleb said, his voice low and steady. “You’re scared. But you’re curious.”
Jordan swallowed hard, his body betraying him as he leaned slightly into Caleb’s body.
“I–” Jordan started, but Caleb silenced him with a finger down his in his mouth with a quiet, “Shh”, and covered his mouth again with his huge, rough hand.
The air between them was thick with tension, and for a moment, Jordan couldn’t move. Caleb’s thumb brushed along Jordan’s jaw, and his lips parted as if to speak–but instead, he simply exhaled.
“Have you been fucked by an older man, Boy?”
Jordan shook his head.
“I bet you have been thinking about my fat cock inside your little boy pussy. Ami right?”
“I…I… don’t”
“Go to sleep, Boy,” Caleb said, his voice soft but commanding. “Get some rest. You’ll need it.”
Jordan’s felt weak as his mind was spinning. Caleb’s words echoed in his head, and for the first time in years, he felt completely unmoored–and completely alive.
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