Barely Legal Austin
Austin. What a fucking tease. Like always, he was on my doorstep, smiling, wearing just a pair of basketball shorts, sweat glistening on his exposed chest. “ Hey Mr. Hunt!” he exclaimed. “ Is Josh home?” “ Call me Mike.” I told him again. “ Yes, he’s here, go on upstairs.” He ran by me and up to the second floor. I could smell him as he jolted by and the smell made me hard. I pushed the thought from my mind and closed the door. I yelled up to them that I would be in the garage if they needed me. “OK” came the combined reply. I guess I might as well give you the back story. My name is Mike obviously. I’m a 35 year old divorcee. I live alone with my son …