Alex showed up at the door in ripped black jeans and a faded band tee, silver rings on every finger and a fresh undercut dyed electric blue. At twenty he already had that alt edge that made suburban dads glance twice. The family needed a sitter for the weekend while they were out of town, and their nineteen-year-old son, Jordan, was supposedly “just crashing between semesters.”
Jordan answered the door shirtless, lean and smooth, eyes widening when he took in Alex’s tattoos and the small hoop in his lip. “You’re the babysitter?” he asked, voice cracking a little.
“Guess so. You the kid I’m watching?” Alex smirked, stepping inside.
They circled each other for the first hour, awkward and charged. Jordan kept finding excuses to walk past Alex in the kitchen, brushing close enough that Alex could smell his soap. When the sun went down and the house got quiet, Jordan finally blurted it out.
“I’ve never done anything with a guy. Not even a kiss.”
Alex set his water glass down. “You want to?”
Jordan nodded, cheeks burning.
Alex didn’t waste time with more talk. He grabbed Jordan by the back of the neck and pulled him in, mouths crashing hard. Jordan tasted like mint and nerves. Alex walked him backward until Jordan’s ass hit the kitchen counter, then dropped to his knees right there on the tile.
“Fuck,” Jordan whispered when Alex yanked his sweats down. His cock sprang out, already leaking. Alex licked a slow stripe from base to tip, then swallowed him to the root in one wet slide. Jordan’s hands flew to Alex’s blue hair, hips jerking. Alex sucked him messy and loud, spit running down his chin, one hand working Jordan’s balls while the other reached up to pinch a nipple.
Jordan came fast, groaning like he was dying, flooding Alex’s mouth. Alex swallowed every drop, then stood and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“My turn,” he said, voice rough.
He bent Jordan over the counter, kicked his legs apart, and spit on his hole. Jordan was shaking, but he pushed back when Alex pressed a finger inside. Alex worked him open with two fingers, then three, stretching him while he mouthed at the back of Jordan’s neck.
“Gonna fuck you now,” Alex warned. “You say stop, I stop.”
“Don’t stop,” Jordan begged.
Alex lined up and pushed in slow, letting Jordan feel every thick inch. Once he was buried to the balls he started thrusting, hard and steady, skin slapping skin.
Jordan moaned loud enough to echo through the empty house, pushing back to meet every stroke. Alex reached around and jerked him off in time with his thrusts until Jordan came again, clenching tight around Alex’s cock.
Alex pulled out, spun Jordan around, and painted his stomach and chest with thick ropes of cum. They stood there panting, cum dripping, both of them grinning like idiots.
“First time, huh?” Alex said, thumbing a streak of his own load off Jordan’s abs and feeding it to him. Jordan sucked the finger clean.
“Won’t be the last,” Jordan answered, already reaching for Alex’s cock again.
They moved to the couch, then the shower, then Jordan’s bed. Alex taught him how to ride, how to take it deep, how to beg for it. By morning they were sore, sticky, and already planning the next time the parents would be gone. Alex left his number on Jordan’s phone under “Alt Alex – babysitter.”
Jordan texted him before Alex even reached the end of the driveway.
