His Pussy Boy

"So you're the guy."

"Sorry?"

"That guy. The guy babysitter next door. Amanda's been gushing about you all week."

I blushed. Never did I think Amanda would have time of the day to even think about poor little me. Especially considering how many times her so-called beloved husband had spent between my thighs and deep inside my asshole, spent (ha!) from his sexual exertions over the past week. I focused my eyes, letting Kevin play a bit in the little mound of snow we had built up over the past half-hour.

The man doing the talking was certainly an Adonis, if one was allowed to use that term for he certainly qualified to be called one, with his curly blond ringlets cut close to his head so that it seemed like he was wearing a cap of gold threads. He must had a recent haircut -- maybe Amanda suggested it, because when I saw him arrive at Amanda and Clark's last week he had longer hair, reaching his collar in fact. Then he looked a tad effeminate to be honest, now he looked like a particularly naughty cherub escaped from the heavenly host, with his arching cheekbones, cute dimples and slim neckline.

Adding to the whole impression was the way his eyes glint in the mild winter sun. Despite the weak light his eyes shone like jewels -- there was no other way to describe it. It was as if he had diamonds for eyes, or rather sapphires because of the brilliant blues. And when he smiled the warmth reached his eyes, making them, and him by extension... in a word, beautiful.

No wonder I found myself tongue-tied facing this rather unassuming apparition of masculine beauty. I almost forgot his name. Troy, like the city. Troy. I remembered Clark mentioning his name during one of the times we fucked. I found my gab a bit late to the beat, but I recovered. "She did, did she? I wonder what she talks about me."

"Mmm. Nothing too much, surprisingly. Just that you're very good with children, especially with little Kevin -- hi, Kev! - and with Amanda and Clark's kids. That you even saved Kevin from dehydration one time."

"Oh that, that was just doing my job."

"Still, very fascinating for a young guy like you to be so alert to kids' condition. You must have hell of experience."

I kept my mouth shut. Must. Keep. Silent. After a beat at which he expected an answer passed, I let out a sigh. Just to be polite, I remarked inanely, "I guess I do have lots of experience."

"I guess." I watched as his eyes glazed over the top of my head. I heard John -- no, I smelt him first before I heard his voice, the manly musk of his cologne embedded in my mind -- as he ambled down the stairs from the back door and approached us. Kevin babbled in baby talk and John bent down and lifted him in his strong arms. I stood a few feet away as he made small talk with Troy.

John looked taller than usual and so handsome and manly in his black coat and suit. It was a date night with Lisa, they were going to eat an early dinner at a fancy restaurant uptown and go to the theater to see a musical on tour. Lisa was the bonafide theater junkie, but John was the one who can hold a tone or two as he demonstrated once singing 'My Way' in the shower as I was giving his ardent cock the deepest, sloppiest blowjob. The penultimate note coincided with his cock-head sputtering warm cum into my throat, but to his credit he did finish the song in a lovely baritone.

I was so busy remembering how his glans had vibrated between my lips as his slimy semen flowed down my gullet, manna to my deplorable soul, that I almost missed John passing Kevin to me. "Bring him inside, it's getting chilly out." John said almost kindly. And as afterthought, "Tell Lisa to start the car."

"Yes, Mr. Chen." I caught Troy's eyes as I passed into the house, he looked... amused. But then John said something to him, and the moment passed.

Kevin was sleeping soundly. I spent an hour watching the television, but there was nothing good on. There had been nothing good on since the last season of The White Lotus ended. Ah well. I was climbing the stairs when I heard the Chens' car got into the garage. I was confident my services won't be needed anymore so I made my way to my room, but not before taking a peek at Kevin's sleeping form in the nursery. All was well with the world.

As it were I remembered I left my phone on the kitchen table. I needed the alarm, apart from other things, so I clambered down to fetch it. When I passed the garage door was still closed, which was strange as the garage could be very cold, why would the Chens remain in there unless it was absolutely necessary? I took a peek at the glass partition on the upper part of the door.

John was sitting in the car, more like leaning back against the car seat. He was moaning deliriously, that was what I could hear over the partition. I could even see the condensation from his breath covering his glasses. He was in full exertion mode, but how and why I could not see. His hands were covering something in front of him, like a ball or something. That was when it clicked: he was receiving a hot, passionate blowjob. I sniggered. Lisa had some wiles about her, the old girl. Time passed, John's moans continued, then the blowjob giver decided to pull back from John's hands.

My heart crashed as I saw a flash of blond hair tousled under John's hand. My blood froze like the cold air as I saw red tongue wiping off the lips of John's seducer, before running back down his cock-head which now could be seen glistening in the light outside. Wet, so wet. The final nail of the coffin was John's half-hearted plea to stop the blowjob, and the person's snide laugh as he bent down and continued the fellatio to its inevitable end, with John's mouth flying curses as his other mouth down below produced a flow of thick white breeder's cum. John looked tired as the seducer finally revealed... his sapphire eyes, watching perhaps with pride at his handiwork, mouth dripping with life-giving semen.

Myriad thoughts ran in me. Where was Lisa? Did John invite him to their dinner? What happened to dinner, and the theater? What was John thinking? The fuck was he thinking? Where the fuck was Lisa?

And of course, a propos of everything: I did not even fucking know Troy was gay, or interested.