Unintended Bonds E1 | The new man in the house

Everyone is over the age of 18


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My older sister pretty much raised me from the day I was born. That's a long story on its own and I won't get into that today. The only important thing to know is that Janice is 20 years older than I am. She always said that she didn’t have any time for romance because she was taking care of me, and she didn’t start dating again until I turned 18. Let me tell you my jaw dropped when she introduced me to Carl. The silver in his hair makes him look wise and his Tom Sellek mustache reminds me of the handsome men in the 80’s. His firm handshake made me feel all giddy inside and I found myself always looking at his hands when he’s around. 

The summer before I headed off to college, Carl started being around the house more and more. Sometimes, if I got up early enough, I’d see him buttoning up his shirt while sipping his coffee. He always wore a white or gray undershirt, but it didn’t hide the graying chest hair that peered through the top. 

“Hey Evan sport, Janice wants me to put some shelving in your room.” He waves a black board at me when I come downstairs for water. “She wants to display her pottery.”

“JANICE!!!” I sigh in exasperation. 

“She’s out getting supplies. Hey, look at me.” Carl walks up to me and looks at me sternly. “Don’t disrespect your sister like that. This is her house.” 

He’s close enough for me to notice the few stray hairs from his otherwise well-groomed mustache. His normally friendly eyes have a serious glint to them as he stares me down. 

“Do you understand, buddy?”

I nod meekly and adjust the way my hoodie is sitting on my shoulders. Carl watches me do it and then the friendly glimmer returns to his eyes. 

“Good. Can I go in there and do that now? She'd be happy if I got it done quickly.”  

“Yeah, I’m just about to take a shower,” I say, thinking in the back of my mind what I might need to hide. There’s maybe a joint deep in the drawer and all my devices are password-protected.

“Don’t worry, buddy. I work at the police station, but I’m not looking to find something on you.” Carl winks knowingly and then grips my right shoulder tightly. “Thanks for being a good sport. I’ll be up there soon.”  His thumb lingers on my collarbone while he smiles at me. 

I ran back up to my room to do a quick sweep and then grab my towel for the shower. I heard Carl come up the stairs as I took off my clothes in the bathroom. I couldn't stop thinking about him stepping into my room, examining and moving my things with his big hands.

Ah fuck, I forgot about the cum sock under my bed. 

I had half a mind to get back dressed and go to the room, but I figured it wasn't likely he would go under my bed to set up a shelf anyways. It would be more weird for me to go now and grab it. Still nervous though, I ran the water and started showering.  The running water drowned out any noises so it was only after I was done I heard various clunking and drilling noises. 

knock knock

“Evan?” The door handle moved.

“Yeah?” I shout out. I wrapped the towel around my slim waist and waited for a response. 

“Can I come in? I messed something up and now I have wood dust all over me. I don't want to track it throughout the house.” The handle moves again, already cracking open the door. 

“Okay.” My breath quickens. My upper half is still dripping wet. 

Carl comes in, with his shoulders covered with yellow sawdust. It was sprinkled all over his gray hair and moustache too. 

“Hey buddy,” he smiles at me quickly before looking into the steamed up mirror. “Oh geez louise, I'm just going to have to take a shower.” 

Carl unbuttoned his plaid shirt and laid it on the sink while I stood awkwardly by the shower. My hair is still dripping onto my face, but I didn't have another towel except the one around my waist. I watched Carl take off his tank top and marvelled at how developed his grey furred chest is. 

I stood paralyzed as the older gentleman took his jeans and briefs too, neatly putting them on the bathroom counter before turning to me. 

“You were done, right?” he says to me, fully nude. His soft cock looks so much thicker than mine. “Evan?” 

“Yeah, I'm done,” I reply, still frozen in my spot. 

“Your hair is wet. You're gonna catch a cold like that.” Carl puts his hands on his hips. His pubes are significantly less grey than the rest of his body hair but still had a hint of salt and pepper to them. “You should dry it.” 

But…

He looked at me expectedly, then very obviously looked at my slim chest. “Do you work out, sport?” 

I shake my head no, and more water drips onto my face. 

“You should. It'll put some meat on your bones. I could teach you.” He gets closer to me. I get chills from how detailed I could see his chest hair. “Excuse me,” Carl says as he squeezes by me, his lower half brushing up against my towel. 

I move forward a bit to give us more space and gasp loudly when my shoulders are gripped by two strong hands. 

“Some shoulder workouts would make your frame really pop up.” Carl's voice tickles the nape of my neck. “You have to think about these things now that you're going to college.” 

His hands massage my shoulders, with his thumbs caressing the top of my shoulder blade. 

“You should dry your hair.” 

I undo my towel from the front of my waist. As I pull it up to wipe my face, the towel drags past my boner in a pleasant friction. Carl grabs the other end of the towel to pat down my shoulder and my back. 

“There. I bet you're warmer now.” 

I was. In fact, my crotch was burning. 

“Can you grab me a towel too?” His low voice rumbled at a frequency that echoed in my chest. “Or I can use this one.” The towel slides away from my shoulders.

“I can get one,” I say and walk forward. 

“Evan?” His hand is on my shoulder again.  “You should look at me when I talk to you. It's good manners.” 

I turned my head and his hand on my shoulder guided me to turn all the way around. I stood there, completely nude and exposed to him with my boner at full mast. His eyes drift down to my lower half and I blush intensely. 

“Don't be embarrassed.” 

I looked into his reassuring eyes. He folds the towel and places it on the counter next to his clothes. With a clear view of his body, I see it out of the corner of my eye. 

He's hard too. 

“A little bit of pecs would look good on you too. I'll show you the gym I go to. They've got good equipment. Don’t go to the discount gyms.” His eyes go to my chest and wander downwards again. I look down too, my silence betrayed by my twitching cock and a bead of precum on the tip. “Legs look good though. I wish I had those genetics.”

I use the opening to look at his legs, which are also covered by a thin layer of dark hair. Of course, what’s between his legs takes all my attention. The thick shaft protruded out at almost a 90 degree angle, pointing right at me. As I stared, it suddenly did a little jump at me. Startled, I looked up sheepishly at Carl who smiled at me. 

“Alright sport, time for me to rinse off. I'll see you out there.”