My name is Ryan and my grandmother, who raised me after my parents died, died herself on my 29th birthday. Though I had not lived with her in nearly five years, she left me the large farm house she raised me in from age 12 and--to my surprise--an inheritance of over five million dollars. For the first time in my adult life, I was able to live freely and comfortably as a young gay man in the upper class of the Virginia countryside. Unfortunately, there was not much social life in the area I lived in, so within a few months, I sold Grannie's house ( netting another half million dollars ), got a financial planner, and set myself up in a historic townhouse in the Capitol Hill area of Washington, DC. I stopped working my average 9-5 job and established myself as a travel and food blogger which allowed me to see the world, meet new people and have ridiculous amounts of random sex. What follows is a recount of my first year "on the road."
My city home was in a neighborhood populated by DC insiders; congressional staffers, lawyers, lobbyists and their families. In my first month, in mid June, one of the first people I befriended, at the local coffee shop, was the 19-year-old son of a congressman's chief of staff. His name was Matt. He was tall and lanky, from California, with wavy brown hair. I noticed him noticing me one morning while we both hunched over our laptops and struck up a conversation. After a few chats, we discovered we were neighbors and I invited him to my house one afternoon after lunch time. It was summer and he was wearing a tight gray tee shirt that accentuated his firm chest and long, flat torso. I noticed that unlike most guys his age, he was wearing actual short pants as opposed to nylon gym shorts. They were expensive looking, Nantucket red in color and somewhat tailored on his legs which was a reminder of the affluent family he belonged. His footwear was, of course, flip flops.
Once in my townhouse, I offered him a beer and gave a little tour. The house was three floors with a cellar and a rooftop deck. I had three bedrooms along with a office/lounge loft area that I considered my entertainment room. After a second beer, Matt asked to use the bathroom and when he returned he was pulling up his tee shirt. He said he turned the faucet on too high and splashed his shirt pretty fiercely. I told him to take it off and I would hang it out on the deck to dry in the sun. He handed the short over and I dashed up the steps to the roof to lay it out.
When I returned, he was standing with his bare back toward me facing my bookshelf. I decided it was time to move in. I grabbed his waste from behind and pressed my lips into the back of his neck. He stiffened for a second, then sighed and relaxed. I moved my hand up his stomach and chest and rubbed my hands across him while kissing and blowing on his neck and shoulders. He reached his hands behind me cupping my butt and pushing my groin into his rear. At the same time, his chest extended and I grasped his firm chest and gripped his nipples in my fingers. I started grinding against him while undoing the front of his shorts and sliding my hand over the bulge below his waist.
Then the shorts were off; then the underwear. I held my hand flat against his hairy pubic hair for a few seconds and then slipped under his dick to cradle his balls. They were heavy and hot and large. He turned around to face me and took my face in his hands. I hadn't realized what large, long fingers he had and he held my chin for several seconds and then pulled me in for a deep kiss. I pushed him back toward the loveseat in the room and pulled my own shirt off while he plopped onto the cushions. I dropped to my knees between his long and somewhat hairless legs and gave his cock my full attention. It was longer and thicker than I expected and still not fully hard. I smiled up at him and said "nice"; he ran his hands through his hair and his boyish face began to glisten with sweat and lust.
I got him hard and gave him a strong blowjob. I held his legs up by the thighs and pulled his dick forward for steady, straight ( really? straight?) strokes while rubbing a finger around the outer rim of his anus. He moaned and whimpered and begged for more until I jabbed a finger into him and he exploded just as I pulled my mouth back from his engorged head. His semen stabbed my shoulder and then ran down my back in several spasms before he fell backward onto the sofa patting his chest and panting. I stood up and dropped my underwear and laid on top of him while he settled down. Needless to say, I was rock hard. We kissed for a few minutes and then I told him to sit up and hold me in his arms. With my back pressed against his sweaty chest, I took his hand and wrapped it around my cock and told him to jerk me off. It took less than two minutes for me to blow and I leaned back and kissed him some more while I rode my orgasm out. Afterwards, we ordered pizza and watched the news in the nude debating politics.
Matt was at my house almost daily for the next three weeks, then went on a vacation to Europe with his family. We never did more than the blowjobs with me mostly doing him though the few times he did me, I was impressed. We only spent one night together during our time together. I had gone to New York for the weekend and when I returned late on a Sunday night, I found a note on my door saying he was at a party in DuPont and for me to call him when I got home. I sent a quick text saying "home" around 11PM and didnt expect to get a reply. Just as i got ready for bed, my door bell buzzed.
Matt was there and he was drunker than I had ever seen him. He smiled and hugged me like I was a life jacket. Then he danced around my kitchen telling me about this crazy party he'd gone to at somebody's apartment. He seemed so happy to see me that I didn't want to tell him I had banged two bartenders in NYC over the weekend and was pretty tired, but he was so vibrant and obviously horny that I suggested a soak in the hot tub on my deck. We stripped naked and went up to the roof. I didnt think I had the energy, but watching his young, lean body lower into the bubbling water turned me on and I soon found myself massaging his dick under the water while he babbled on about the people at this party he'd come from. Eventually, I told him to blow me and propped myself up on the edge of the tub while he teased out a heftier than expected load from me.
Afterwards, we toweled off and went to my bedroom. He fell back onto the bed and spread his arms and legs out with his hard cock pointing up to the ceiling. I buried my face between his legs and brought him to a qucik orgasm and then we fell asleep wrapped around each other. The buzz of his cell phone woke us up the next morning. It was his father asking where he'd spent the night. He mumbled a quick lie then hung up and told me he had to go. I had sex with him once more after that, then he left for the vacation. He said he'd be back in early August and wanted to see me every day before school started when he got back. I told him I might be gone most of August but whenever we got together again, we would be fucking. "I'd like that," he said. "I'd like that a lot."
author: Jack Ellis 07/02/17