The Boys of Summer

22.

"Excuse me, is this the Xavier residences?" A fit blonde boy came up to me. I got so startled I almost dropped my Coke that I was opening.

"Oh goodness me! You scared me there." I said, petrified with my Coke clutched in my chest. The blond boy in a uniform simply laughed adorably. "Hiya, sorry there."

I nervously laughed. "Oh goodness I thought you were that blasted pesky kid Janos Quested." The blonde bloke shrugged. "Whoever that guy is he isn't me."

I shook my head. "Oh he's impossibly perverted and really disdained to the neighbourhood after he started masturbating to Farrah Fawcett's magazine photo in public." I said with exaggeration in my voice. The still nameless blonde bloke laughed again. "Wow...that's a lot to reveal. Ill make sure ill look out for him when I come back."

I cocked my head. "Come back? Are you one of mother's friends' son? Cuz if you are you're the most decent one Ive met without being hit on or sneered at for no reason." I waved my coke bottle before sipping it.

The bloke shook his head. "Oh no Im just the new kid from the block. I moved here from San Francisco two months ago and Im just doing this lame part time job of delivering mail." He gestured to the pile of white multicoloured papers in his satchel.

"Oh, Im sorry I must be holding you back since you must be busy." I reddened in embarrassment. "Do you want a sip though?" I offered.

He waved his hand. "Nah Im good. Im not busy too cuz technically you're the last one since your house is like eerily farther from the more nearby homes."

"You mean partially remote but not hillbillies." I added with a smile. He started to laugh again which kinda made me feel fuzzy inside like his hair.

"You're funny you know? Not a lot of kids around here even have a sense of humour. Let alone know what the Brady Bunch even is." He said. "Plus you have a way wider vocabulary it seems. Kinda stereotypical of the usually posh, conservative, and abstinent British kid you are."

I like this kid. "Okay ill take that as a compliment, but you won't be surprised if I told you that not all of us British kids are posh, conservative, and abstinent." I informed with an smirk as I playfully circled my finger over the mouth of the bottle.

"If you'd like, I could show you so you could get a better... idea." I bit my lip as I leaned against the gate. The bloke scanned me from head to toe, eyes searching for a sign of what I meant.

He smiled and glanced around him for a second before stepping forward to me face to face. "You know, earlier I said that I wasn't busy since you're the last." He edged closer to slip his finger under my chin.

"Well do you have time to spare?" I huskily asked as I stared into his eyes.

"I have all the time in the world baby." He whispered before our lips met in a lustful kiss. The bottle slipped out of my hand and rolled into the grass. I closed my eyes as my dream became a reality in just a day. My hands traveled down his muscular and toned torso to reach his ass which I firmly groped.

He snickered. "Ah so you like what you see? I could show you more." He sultrily said.

My cock started to rise as he pulled me closer to him. "My parent's are at work and my sister is at the lake but she doesn't know Im back from school."

He kissed me again before burying his face on my neck, licking the underside of my jawline. I moaned a bit as he pinned me to the gate.

"Your accent is exhilarating to my ears. You must be really turned on." The blond kid said to my ear before biting it. I continued toying with his ass before squeezing them promptly.

"I take that as a yes." He said before making out with me again. Gosh his lips felt like heaven! A great escape from the kisses only from mum and dad. My heart sped up when he slipped his hand under my turtleneck and pinched a nipple.

"So what's the name pretty British boy?" Fit blonde bloke asked.

"Charles, Charles Xavier."

He smirked. "Well top of the morning Mr. Xavier, I am Alex Summers Duke of Beverly Hills."