My father had raised me almost all my life. My mother had left us when I was very young. A couple of months after my eighteenth birthday my father passed away in an automobile accident. He had made arrangements that I was to live with his best friend and business partner if anything ever happened to him. His name was Collin. Collin was to take care of my trust and me until I was 21. So I was to move in with Collin until I finished high school and went off to college.
Collin was a very nice guy. He was kind of preppy. He was 42 years old, but extremely sexy. He stood a towering 6'3" and weighed about 185 pounds of toned muscle. He had dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. I was very nervous the day I pulled into his drive way with my things. I had known I was gay for years and I knew it would be difficult to live with Collin since I found him so attractive. As he walked out to the car wearing a pair of loose cotton shorts and a tank top, my cock began to stir in my pants. I knew living here would be a difficult task. He helped me unload the car and showed me to my room. After unpacking I was so tired I went straight to bed.
The next morning I awoke and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. There I found Collin sitting at the breakfast table wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He looked so sexy. Little dots of water were dripping off his wet hair and landing on his dark tanned chest that was almost totally smooth except for that light dash of hair that ran a perfect treasure trail down to the fold of the towel. He explained how sorry he was for not being properly dressed, but that he wasn't accustomed to living with anyone. I told him there was nothing to worry about. The truth was that I could have looked at him all day long he was so sexy. As we sat there eating cereal, I couldn't help but keep glancing over at his sexy chest.
Collin was a very nice guy. He was kind of preppy. He was 42 years old, but extremely sexy. He stood a towering 6'3" and weighed about 185 pounds of toned muscle. He had dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. I was very nervous the day I pulled into his drive way with my things. I had known I was gay for years and I knew it would be difficult to live with Collin since I found him so attractive. As he walked out to the car wearing a pair of loose cotton shorts and a tank top, my cock began to stir in my pants. I knew living here would be a difficult task. He helped me unload the car and showed me to my room. After unpacking I was so tired I went straight to bed.
The next morning I awoke and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. There I found Collin sitting at the breakfast table wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He looked so sexy. Little dots of water were dripping off his wet hair and landing on his dark tanned chest that was almost totally smooth except for that light dash of hair that ran a perfect treasure trail down to the fold of the towel. He explained how sorry he was for not being properly dressed, but that he wasn't accustomed to living with anyone. I told him there was nothing to worry about. The truth was that I could have looked at him all day long he was so sexy. As we sat there eating cereal, I couldn't help but keep glancing over at his sexy chest.