Date: Tue, 7 Jul 2009 13:18:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Summer Thing (2)

A Summer Thing
By
Storyguy22

(2)


   Even given Brad's limited experience with first time sexual experiences
with young boys, he had become aware that following the intensity of the
event, when the young ardor cools, and more rational thinking begins to
return, there follows a period of sudden awkwardness that seems to overcome
the boy, and Ryan proved to be no exception.

   Shortly after his surprisingly copious discharge into Brad's mouth he
became boyishly shy, his slender fingers tugging the groping hand away from
his now soft, small penis as he squirmed on the lounge pad, trying to hide
his nakedness. Being sensitive to this strange phenomenon, Brad stood, and
walked off toward the house, mumbling some comment about using the john. As
he crossed the patio his peripheral vision caught Ryan reaching for his
discarded swim trunks, and he chuckled, shaking his head at the wonders of
youth. Mere moments ago the boy had been all to happy to be naked and hard
under Brad's ministrations, but now that the moment of peak pleasure had
passed, he seemed to be feeling some mixture of embarrassment, or maybe a
bit of shame about what he had just done. The newness, Brad supposed, and
some inner clash with his upbringing, all those paternal admonitions
regarding the subject. He had seen it before, and the experience had taught
him the best course of action was to give the boy some alone time to gather
his emotions. Besides, it suited his own needs at the moment since he was
suffering a very real need to get off himself, and this pause afforded him
the perfect opportunity to take care of that matter.

   As he returned from the bedroom, heading back outside, Brad was
surprised to find Ryan standing in the foyer, his towel wrapped around as
much of his lithe body as he could manage as he seemed unable to meet
Brad's eyes. He muttered something about having to get home, and that he
would "see you around," and a pang of fear stabbed at Brad. Had he gone too
far, he wondered, freaked the boy out so badly that he was going to run
home and blurt the whole thing out to Grandma? Yikes! Brad placed a gentle
hand on his shoulder, asking if he was alright, and he jumped like the hand
had burned him. Brad tightened his grip, and bent to look him in the eye as
he asked him,

   "Ryan...is everything okay...?...if I upset you, I'm sorry...we can sit
and talk it out if you want...you should have stopped me of you didn't like
what was going on..."

   Ryan sucked in a deep breath, his mop of Auburn hair stirring as he
shook his head, and fixed Brad with a shy little smile. Pinkness crept onto
his soft, smooth cheeks as he mumbled,

   "No, no...it's all good...maybe sorta confusing...but
cool...and...well...I did like it...really...too much, maybe...!"

   And with that, he bolted, yanking open the front door, and hurrying
through it as he bounded down the sidewalk, turning for home. Brad stood
there watching him go, relieved by the parting comments, but still
concerned for both the boy's well being, and for what, if anything, he
might choose do next. With a sigh, Brad, decided that it was pretty much
out of his hands anyway, so he went back inside, and tried not to worry.




A long two days went by, and Brad had not heard a peep from Ryan. In spite
of the warm weather he had not made an appearance to swim, nor had he shown
up for the weekly lawn mowing. The good news was that neither had Grandma,
or the police come pounding on the door. It was getting along into the late
afternoon, and Brad had about decided that he wasn't going to see anything
of Ryan again today, when the telephone rang. He picked it up, and couldn't
help either the smile that crossed his face or the sharp jolt that went
through his balls as his sweet melodic voice crossed the wires.

   "Um...Hi...it's me, Ryan."

   Struggling to control his sudden excitement, Brad replied gently,

   "Hi Buddy...how are things?"

   A brief pause followed, and then,

   "Good...yea, it's all good...I guess I missed mowing day, huh?"

   Chuckling, Brad and replied,

   "Naw...not really Pal...I mean, there is no set day for it...just
anytime you feel up for it is cool."

   Ryan giggled softly, sounding more like himself again, and then he said
with a sly tone of voice,

   "Feel up" for it, huh...?...yea...well maybe I do, actually...so anyway,
I was, like, wondering...?"

   He stopped then, so Brad urged him,

   "Wondering what, Buddy?"

   "Well...if...uh...it's my Grandma's church bingo night...and so...I was
wondering if...maybe I could come over...?"

   Brad let go with a big sigh, that singer shooting through his balls
again as I quickly replied,

   "Absolutely you can come over...anytime...anytime at all, Ryan."

   "Cool...!" was the reply, then, "see you in a little bit, then."

   Before Brad could respond, the boy hung up, and he heard a dial tone on
the line. He hung up, and tried not to pace as he eagerly awaited the
arrival of the little Prince. Brad had no clue where the visit might go,
and he had no intention of pushing it, but couldn't help but harbor hope of
getting the boy out of his clothes again. The visual images that he was
processing of that were so acute he had to force them from his mind lest he
open the door to his arrival with an obvious hardon tenting his shorts.

   While Brad was mentally reviewing college Geometry tables as a
distraction, the door bell chimed, and he forced himself not to dash to the
door. As calmly as possible, he swung the door open, and that now familiar
zing shot through his balls again as he faced the smiling Ryan. He was
dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, the jeans surprising Brad given the
lingering heat of the day, but they were anything but a disappointment as
they fit his slender hips and thighs snugly, and of course the delicious
bulges of his boyhood were a mouth-watering site. He stepped inside, and
they made the usual small talk as they moved to the living room, and took
seats on the sofa. Ryan settled back, appearing comfortable with no outward
signs of nervousness or discomfort, so Brad relaxed some, and they had a
pleasant exchange, catching up on the past couple of days. After a while
Brad offered a cold drink, and he walked off to the kitchen to retrieve
them. As he returned to the living room he was pleasantly surprised to see
that the boy had removed his tee shirt, and was sitting back on the sofa
wearing only the jeans, his white tennis shoes, and a very sweet blush.

   Maintaining his cool demeanor as best he could, Brad handed Ryan his
soda, and then settled in along side the boy. Ryan gave a quick sideways
glance, apparently assessing Brad's reaction to his being shirtless, and
Brad let his gaze drift hungrily over the boy's silky smooth torso, the
eyes lingering on the small dark nipples. Ryan blushed anew, obviously well
aware of Brad's intense gaze, and he muttered,

   "Uh...it's sorta warm in here...I should have worn some shorts, I
guess..."

   Brad smiled at the boy, and shook his head as he replied,

   "You're right, it is warm in here...and as hot as you look wearing
shorts, I actually really like the jeans, too...especially now that you got
rid of the shirt...it's a very hot look, Ryan."

   The blush deepened a shade, and he grinned shyly, his long eyelashes
flickering as he said softly,

   "You really think I'm hot...?...I mean, I'm not really anything
special..."

   Brad chuckled, and risked extending his hand to stroke the boy's smooth
shoulder, and upper arm, as he answered honestly,

   "Oh yes...I definitely think that you are hot...very much so...I thought
that was clear from your last visit...?"

   The boy tensed slightly as Brad touched him, and a flight of butterflies
swarmed his tummy as a chill ran down his spine. He shivered slightly as
Brad touched his satin-like skin more boldly, the warm hand sliding down
his arm, and then moving across the smooth flat tummy where he let it rest,
the fingers causing his skin to tingle as his heart pounded inside his
chest. He looked at Brad, and inhaled a deep breath as he became aware that
his penis had gone fully stiff from the man touching him. Gosh, he thought,
it feels so good...like before...and he knows I like it, too! Blushing even
brighter, he met Brad's steady gaze, and said,

   "Nobody ever told me that before...that I'm...hot, I
mean...but...well...I, um...oh jeez...I like it, okay...?...I like being
hot for you...and I...well...I like you...touching me, too...oh, man...!"

   Brad held in check his rapidly growing desire to drop his hand down to
grip the obvious erect boyhood that pulsed against the snug jeans, and he
gave the boy a wide smile as he told him,

   "It's okay, Ryan...really it is...I'm really glad that you like feeling
that you're hot...which you definitely are...and I'm very glad that you
enjoy my touching you because I love doing it...making you feel great
feelings... and I really don't think that we should deny each other those
special feelings as long as we keep the things we do together our own
business...I know you have some mixed feelings about it being wrong, but as
long as no one is hurt by it, and we both enjoy it, where is the harm?"

   Ryan considered that for a moment, and his smooth chest rose and fell as
he again inhaled deeply, and then released the breath. He looked down, his
doe-like eyes fixed on Brad's hand gently stroking the soft skin of his
tummy, and he felt another flutter of the butterflies there as his rigid
boyhood throbbed in its tight confines. Finally, he nodded his head, and
lifted his eyes to meet Brad's as he spoke very softly, saying,

   "I guess so...it's okay, I mean...and golly, I liked it so
much...before, I mean...and...now...oh man...you touching me makes me all
crazy...I get feeling so...!"

   Brad chuckled softly, nodding his understanding as he finished for the
boy, saying,

   "So horny, I think...right...?"

   Ryan giggled nervously, his head bobbing as his soft cheeks glowed
pinkly, and answered,

   "Oh man yea...for sure...!"

   Brad laughed along with the boy, as he trailed his exploring hand lower,
the soft material of the jeans chafing against his palm as he felt the rock
hard boyhood swell under his hand. He pressed against the stalk, and Ryan
gasped loudly as Brad's groping fist closed around his erection.

   "OH BOY...!" he squeaked as Brad stroked him outside the jeans.

   "Nice, huh...feel good Ryan?" asked Brad, already knowing the answer.

   "Oh man, yea...awesome...!" chirped the excited boy.

   "Good...you just lie back now, Buddy...just go with it, and enjoy the
feelings." An equally excited Brad told him.

   Ryan did just that, his head flopping back to the cushion back of the
sofa as his slender legs parted widely to allow Brad full access to his
boyhood treasures. His heart raced in his chest and his tummy fluttered
madly as a myriad of amazing sensations washed over his slender young body.

   "Oh man!" he squealed again as Brad deftly snapped open the fly of his
jeans, and slid down the zip.

   Brad's breath caught in his throat as the boy's fly slid open, exposing
the front of the small white briefs the boy was wearing, and he quickly
slid his hand down inside the parted fly. He felt the pulsing boyhood
pressing against his exploring hand, and he grasped it firmly, squeezing
the swollen stalk as he watched the boys flushed face. His eyes were
closed, and his lush mouth gaped open as he savored the sensations the
man's hand was eliciting in his young body. Eager to see this stunning
young boy wearing only the small white briefs, Brad moved quickly to peel
the jeans down the smooth legs, and off the small feet. He sat back a bit,
his hungry gaze sweeping over the slender beauty of the boy, carving each
nuance into his memory. The narrow shoulders and arms, and the silky smooth
chest with its tiny nipples and the soft tummy with a couple of tiny rings
of lingering baby fat ringing his narrow waist. The small briefs were snug
as a second skin as they clung to his tiny hips and the front of them was
strained with the pulsing erection that tented the fly. The bulge of his
young balls was in clear definition, and there were slight indentations in
the upper legs where the tight elastic dug into his skin. Brad was simply
overwhelmed by the breathtaking beauty of the boy and he enthused,

   "My God, Ryan...you're just beautiful...perfect...here Buddy...stand up
for me, okay...?...I want to see you...!"

   Ryan's eyes fluttered open, and he blinked rapidly as he stared at Brad,
and then looked down to his lap, a small groan escaping his chest as he
settled his gaze on his seriously tented little briefs, and the large hand
gripping his aching erection. Without a word, he scooted forward, and then
stood up, his eyes meeting Brads.

   Brad sat there speechless, looking the stunning boy up and down several
times as he struggled to breathe. Shaking his head in disbelief of his good
fortune, he told the shivering boy,

   "You're so perfect, Ryan...really...and so excited...so hard...and
big...I could eat you alive!"

   Ryan blushed furiously in spite of his abject excitement and the fact
that he was actually loving having Brad look at him so exposed and so
obviously excited. His lithe body shuddered, and he reflexively thrust his
pelvis out so that his oozing boyhood jutted forward, and he held his
breathe as Brad reached out once more, and firmly gripped his erection
while his other hand roamed over his smooth chest and stomach. The
butterflies flooded his tummy again, and he felt his balls draw up tight as
Brad's roaming hand closed around his pouch while the other hand continued
to rub his swollen cock up and down. God, this was so amazing, he
thought...intense...how can it not be right, he wondered.

   As much as Brad loved the boy in the tiny brief, he was burning now to
relish the rigid boyhood in all its beauty, and he hooked his thumbs into
the elastic waist of the small garment, tugging it downward. The young
erection sprang free as Brad lowered the briefs, and it stood firmly off
the pale groin and the sparse growth of brown pubes. The boy's balls were
pulled tight between his smooth thighs, nestled in the pink and hairless
pouch, and Brad felt the saliva fill his mouth as he drank in the stunning
beauty and sexiness of the young teen boy. His hands shook as he moved them
to claim his prize, one hand gripping the steel hard shaft as the other
gently cupped the tight balls. He pumped the boy, and fingered his smallish
balls, and Ryan sighed heavily as he once more splayed his legs widely.

   Brad saw the wetness on the gleaming knob of Ryan's cock, and he dipped
his head to lap at the clear and tart nectar as Ryan rocked up onto his
toes, a low groan coming from him as Brad washed the smooth head of his
boyhood with his tongue.

   "OHhhh Gosh...oh, man...!" sang the boy.

   Unable to resist another second, Brad opened his mouth and eagerly
engulfed the drooling erection, taking it fully inside his warm, wet mouth
as his hand tugged gently on the balls. His head began bobbing steadily,
and Ryan began a cadence of soft mewing sounds as his excitement rapidly
grew to the boiling point. Surrendering the boys balls, Brad moved his hand
around Ryan, and he gripped the firm globes of his pretty butt before
dipping a finger inside his warm crease to tease at his sensitive core as
his head moved steadily as he sucked the delicious young cock.

   Once again the multitude of new sensations proved too much for the boy
to absorb, and in far to short a time his young balls reached the boiling
point. His hips bucked back and forth as his hands suddenly gripped Brad's
head tightly, and he began a low guttural growling sound. Brad felt the
rigid boyhood swell and throb in his mouth, and then Ryan jammed his hips
forward as the young cock erupted, a sudden ejaculation of warm, sweet
semen flooding Brad's mouth in rapid jets that he happily swallowed
down. As the flow abated the young penis softened, and slipped from Brad's
lips as Ryan collapsed like a rubber doll, tumbling onto the sofa. He was
panting like a sprint runner, and a deep flush coated his slim body, and in
a moment of uncontrollable lust, Brad quickly pushed his shorts down,
freeing his own rampant erection. Moving quickly, he positioned himself
over the panting boy, and in no more than a half dozen rapid pumps, his
cock exploded, spewing long streamers of his thick cum over the boy's
smooth body. Spent, Brad dropped onto the sofa, and wrapped the boy in his
arms, his copious discharge smearing wetly between them as they clung to
each other, their pounding hearts hammering against each other as they
cooled. Finally Ryan stirred, pulling away from Brad as he looked between
them at the drying streaks of Brad's discharge, and he giggled sweetly, as
he looked at brad and said,

   "Wow, Brad...you really shoot a lot of stuff...man...that was so
awesome...and jeez...you got a really big dick, too...!"

   Too exhausted and drained to offer much in the way of a reply, Brad
simply smiled and winked at the wide-eyed boy, and then took his slim body
back in his arms as he savored the fresh scent of his hair and the
lingering aroma of their orgasms that filled the room. Closing his eyes he
gave silent thanks to whatever alignment of the stars had brought him this
beautiful young boy, even if only briefly.

(To Be Continued)
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