Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2008 14:14:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Week of Boys (1)

   Following is a work of fiction depicting sexual activity between an
adult male, and underage boys. If this form of fiction is not acceptable to
you or in your area, please move on. Comments are always welcome at the
email below.

(1)

   For obvious reasons, I will not disclose the actual local wherein this
most stunning week of my life so far occurred. Suffice it to say that the
entire event, or more to the point events, occurred as a tremendous result
of pure luck. So much luck in fact that I probably should have been out
purchasing a fist-full of lottery tickets that day rather than being in
pursuit of my lustful pastime surfing the world wide web, and frittering
away my time in various boy love chat rooms.

   That being said, the truth is that I am reasonably certain that even had
my lucky day bestowed me with the winning lotto ticket, I would happily
have traded it for the far more rewarding experience that fell into my lap
on that star-crossed day.

   I had been online for several hours, and had just about decided to log
off the boy love chat I was in when suddenly a private message request
popped up in the corner of my monitor screen. I replied, and over the
course of the next few minutes the greatest opportunity of a lifetime came
my way. The originator of the private message request turned out to be a
kindred soul on the issue of young boy love, and after we had chatted at
length about our mutual interest in, and desire for young boys, he informed
me that he could, were I interested, hook me up with a very low key and
highly discreet service that for a rather healthy fee would provide me with
five star resort style accommodations, and, a twelve to fifteen year old
boy per day, for five days. The boys, he made it abundantly clear, were
available and willing to participate in any and all sexual situations of my
choosing.

   My initial reaction was of course that it was some sort of hoax, or that
the guy was some kind of cop seeking to entrap me in some sort of sting
operation, but my prurient interests were sufficiently aroused that I
provided him my least accurate and untraceable email address, and he in
turn sent me the particulars regarding what claimed to be a highly discreet
and secretive service billing itself as "International Boys Weekly." An
anonymous enough name I suppose, and it wasn't like they did any actually
solicitation for customers given that their only avenue to prospective
clients apparently was word of mouth referrals from previously satisfied
customers.

   I spent a good deal of time perusing the documentation my chat friend
had forwarded, and in the end I felt comfortable enough to make contact
with them, and ultimately a reservation. In the interest of time and space
I will forgo the very involved and clandestine arrangements that evolved
which ultimately delivered me to their very luxurious resort-like property,
but trust me when I say it left me feeling as though I had stepped
real-time into a Tom Clancy novel. As I stepped off the private jet with
it's blacked out portholes to greet my host, it was all I could do not to
announce myself as "Bond...James Bond."

   Like me, the gentleman who greeted my arrival was around forty years of
age, and very coifed and distinguished looking in spite of his traditional
resort style of dress, some neatly pressed cargo shorts, and a vibrantly
colored Hawaiian shirt. Per my pre-flight instructions, I was dressed in
similar fashion, and again as instructed I had packed extremely light,
bringing only another couple of pairs of shorts, and fresh shirts along
with underwear, and socks. All toiletries would be provided, I was
informed, and any other needs could likely be met at the well stocked
department type store within the compound. My host escorted me to a shiny
new golf cart, and then motored us through a wide expanse of beautifully
landscaped grounds toward a large hotel style building. As we passed the
huge swimming pool area I noted the well furnished deck area, and the
steaming hot tub and enclosed sauna room that surrounded the giant sized
swimming pool, and, with a wide and I suppose wicked grin I noted the
veritable bevy of smooth and very tanned young boys that dotted the
landscape in number too large to count.

   All of them, I happily noted, were wearing minisule Speedo style swim
suits, the shiny little garments clinging deliciously to their tiny apple
shaped asses, and bulging with promise at the front. Their sleek skin
glistened in the bright sunlight, and their playful pool side antics were
the very definition of young boys happy at play. The pool side scene I was
observing should have been their entire advertising brochure, I thought, a
picture that very definitely be the only deal maker any prospective client
would ever need. I felt a definite pang of regret when our golf cart had
past the pool area and I could no longer view the gorgeous boys, but the
knowledge that over the course of the ensuing five days and nights I would
be enjoying carnal knowledge of five of them consoled me well enough.

   Less than an hour hence, I was fully settled into my suite, and seated
on the expansive veranda of it, sipping a delicious tropical drink as I
slowly perused the thick catalogue of the available resort "partners." My
heart raced, and my cock throbbed in erection as I carefully studied the
profiles of some twenty-five young boys, each a stunning beauty in his own
right. The documents described each lad in minute detail, and there was an
array of photographs ranging from fully attired in quite dressy clothing to
the breath-taking poses in the miniscule Speedos I had seen at the pool, or
equally stunning little briefs, and even the odd thong, or tiny pouch that
struggled to contain their bulging boyhood treasures.  The pictures alone
were sufficient to have my aching manhood oozing precum into my briefs, but
the brief but oh-so-telling bio of each tasty lad was very nearly enough to
bring about a full-on orgasm. Although just a brief paragraph or two was
offered for each boy, the no-nonsense detail it provided regarding the boys
sexual expertise and preferences was absolutely mouth watering, and it
seemed that in spite of their tender ages these boys were abundantly clear
on the matter of amour, and, that their limits were few indeed. This, I
decided, was going to be the absolute greatest week of my life, and I
suddenly lost all concern regarding the nearly kings ransom the experience
had cost me.

   Over a second drink I struggled mightily to reduce my choices to a
selection of two finalists to be my "Monday" boy, and, as I drained the
glass, I forced myself into decision by reminding myself that even the
least attractive of the lot was very nearly perfect. Setting my empty glass
down on the table, I sighed, and picked up the photo of the blond little
darling called "Bobby," and then picked up the phone. I advised the
concierge desk of my desire to meet Bobby, suggesting that he and I might
breakfast in my suite, and was informed that the boy would arrive at my
suite at 8:00 am the following morning, and I was wished a pleasant evening
as the line disconnected. I gathered up the photos of Bobby, and his bio
sheet, and went to refill my glass. I settled onto the expansive leather
sofa in the living room, and studied each delicious detail of my new young
friend's interests, and his mouth watering photo's.

   Bobby's bio told me that he was thirteen years of age, and that he had a
fondness for being cuddled, and touched, even kissing was listed among his
favorite activities. He also, it seemed, very much enjoyed being naked, and
having his boyhood stroked and teased, and of course sucked. While at his
tender age he had not yet experienced a great deal of anal play, he was
very much intrigued by the experiences he had the older boys talk about,
and he was quite curious to learn what that form of sex might be like. I
smiled, and adjusted my erection as I carefully lay Bobby's file on the
sofa table, and stood, thinking that a shower and a good nights sleep would
definitely be in order, seeing as how tomorrow promised to be a highly
energetic, and wondrous day filled with great adventure.

   As I showered, images of the delectable Bobby swam through my mind, and
I savored his innocent look, so sweetly boyish he actually bordered on
prettiness. His longish styled hair was as blond as summer corn, and it
covered his ears at the sides, and strings of errant bangs wandered over
his forehead. His face was oval, and his eyes were as blue as a cloudless
morning sky with tufts of blond eyebrows, and girlishly long and curly
lashes. His smile was dazzling, with even rows of small white teeth on
display, and his creamy cheeks displayed tiny caves of dimples as he
grinned. His small nose was pixy-like, and dotted here and there with tiny
freckles, the curse of true blonds everywhere, and his small chin ended in
kind of a pointy shape. His body was slender, petite even, and his bio had
him listed as being five-two, and ninety-five pounds. The photo of him in
his little Speedo offered the promise of an ample bulge of boyhood at the
front, and the taut garment clung snugly to a very saucily shaped tiny
mound at the rear, and I chuckled at recalling the boy's budding curiosity
regarding that portion of his anatomy, and I vowed then and there to do my
level best to educate the little cutie to whatever level he desired. Sated
by the hot shower, and relaxed by the alcohol I had consumed, I slid naked
into the incredibly smooth and cool sheets of my bed, and quickly settled
into a deep and restful sleep.


I'm certain I barely stirred in my sleep, and I awoke about 7:00
a.m. feeling fresh and eager for my Monday Boy Bobby to arrive. I got up,
and completed my morning routine and had another shower, and then dressed
in fresh briefs, a pair of shorts, and a pull over shirt. I called room
service, and ordered a large pitcher of Orange juice and a pot of coffee,
deciding to hold off ordering breakfast until Bobby was here to make his
own selections. The room service kid was quick, and in a matter of minutes
after placing my order, I sat nervously sipping at the delicious fresh
coffee as I awaited the boy. When at last a timid knocking sounded at the
door, I all but jumped off the sofa and ran to answer. Reaching the door I
paused, and sucked in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before
releasing it slowly as I struggled to control my abject excitement, and
yes, nervousness. As a quiet calm settled over me, I reached for the door
knob, and pulled it open. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes settled
on the stunning young boy that smiled up at me from the open doorway, and
for the briefest of moments I found myself utterly speechless as my gaze
fluttered over him head to toe.

   If anything, the boy was even more breathtaking in person than his
beautiful photo portfolio had indicated. His very blonde and longish hair
surrounded his cherubic young face, and his sky-blue eyes shown brightly as
he stood there smiling at me. He was dressed in pale blue tee shirt that
was actually more of a half-shirt, the hem of the soft looking material
being cropped an inch or so above the tiny cave of his navel. A fair
expanse of his smooth flat tummy was exposed and I registered the golden
tan shade of his silky skin. He wore simple gym type shorts with an elastic
waist and no fly, and the small garment clung to his narrow waist and hips
nicely, so much more appealing than the more commonly favored "baggy" style
most boys back home wore, and I let my hungry gaze drift over the hint of
bulges behind the soft cloth before drifting lower to appreciate his thin
and apparently hairless legs that ended in open sandals. I inhaled another
deep breath as I struggled to stop leering at him, and then found my voice
as I greeted him warmly, and stepped back, inviting him inside. He moved
forward, and extended his delicate hand toward me, and I almost groaned
aloud when I clasped his tender hand in my own and shook it. I closed the
door, inviting the boy to have a seat, and as I followed his advance toward
the sofa, I let my eyes appreciate the enticing swell of his small tight
boy-butt as it rotated sweetly behind the snug shorts. He settled himself
onto the expansive leather sectional, and the sheer vastness of the
furniture actually made him appear even younger, and more petite than he
was, and I felt a serious stirring deep in my balls as I stood and stared
at his incredible youth, and beauty. He smiled shyly, and when I noticed
his eyes flicker over the large pitcher of juice, I moved to fill a glass
and handed it to him. I refilled my coffee, and then settled in along side
the boy, and we engaged in small talk, both of us showing a degree of
nervousness, well, nervous on my part for sure, Bobby might have actually
been showing more shyness which only served to further endear the little
cutie to me.

   Over a second glass of OJ for Bobby and another cup of coffee for me the
initial tension seemed to dissipate, and we became easier with each other,
and the much more relaxed vibe between us was palatable. We finally even
got around to ordering some food, and Bobby, considering his slimness, put
away a breakfast any adult man would be proud of. The food seemed to
energize the boy, and he talked animatedly as he ate, telling me bit and
pieces of his life at the compound, his school work, and even about his
favorite movie and television tastes, and the sports stars he admired. By
the end of the sumptuous meal I was smitten, and feeling a genuine
affection for the incredibly cute and bright young boy, even surprising
myself some with my feelings toward him beyond the scalding lust I had been
centered on when I first laid eyes on him.

   However, that lust had by no means diminished with my growing
likeability of Bobby, and, after letting some time pass to settle our food,
I got up and moved over to the sofa when Bobby excused himself to go
pee. As he returned to the living room area of the suite I smiled warmly at
him, and beckoned to him, and he walked over to where I was sitting. I sat
forward a little, and reached up to gently run my fingers over the soft and
flawless skin of his sweet face, my fingertips just lightly tracing his
facial features. His buttery skin had obviously not yet been violated my
any sort of razor, nor was there anything to indicate that the need would
be arising anytime soon. I let my fingers slide through his soft blond
hair, and told him how very handsome I thought he was, and he smiled
sweetly, but offered no comment. I trailed my fingers along his rib cage
over his shirt, and then dragged them horizontally across his bare tummy,
the warmth and creaminess of his skin searing my fingers, and Bobby gasped
slightly, and sucked in his stomach. I winked at him, and then dipped my
index finger into his tiny navel, and he giggled sweetly. Feeling bold, and
with my lust quickly building, I lightly ran my handover the front of his
little shorts, and I definitely felt the quickly firming evidence of his
boyhood as I let my fingertips press gently against the swollen tube for a
second or two as Bobby shuddered softly.

   Returning my fingers to the hem of his shirt, I gripped it, and leaned
forward to lift it up over his head as Bobby raised his thin arms to allow
me to remove is shirt. I dropped it to the floor, and sat back a bit to
survey his upper body, and my heart rate advanced as I savored his lean
perfection. Tanned like a lightly toasted marshmallow, his creamy skin
practically glowed, and the twin dots of his dime-sized little nipples were
dark by contrast. His narrow chest was completely devoid of the slightest
trace of hair, and his ribs were discernible beneath his alabaster skin.
There was the faintest narrow shadow below his tiny navel that doubtless
would eventually become a sexy little treasure trail, but that day was
still a good way off. I raised both arms to his shoulders, and then laid my
hands flat on his upper chest, relishing the silky skin and the developing
musculature below as I slowly slid my palms around and again told him how
very beautiful, and sexy he was. He shuddered again, stronger this time, as
I flicked at his tiny nipples with my fingers, and he moaned softly as I
carefully pinched each little nub between finger and thumb, and then rubbed
them with circular movements. My cock throbbed mightily in the confines of
my shorts, and as I continued my downward trek over his torso, I smiled
broadly when my eyes settled on the severe tent at the front of his
shorts. Bobby was as hard as I was, and the tent pole that jutted out his
shorts was impressive indeed for such a compactly built boy.

   Trailing my fingers sideways just above the elastic of his shorts, I
teased him, and he rocked back and forth on his feet, sighing in pleasure
as I continued to stimulate him in a slow way. I looked into his gorgeous
blue eyes, and then asked him to raise his arms, and fold his hands on top
of his head, and he immediately complied, those stunning eyes fixed on my
own. His sweet face was slightly flushed now, a pinkness painting his
smooth cheeks, and I nearly drooled as my gaze settled on his creamy
underarms. There was a smattering of very fine hairs in each little alcove,
and the soft and creamy skin there was simply irresistible to me, and I
leaned into him, and licked him under his left arm first, and then the
right. Bobby shuddered again, and he twisted his lean torso in an effort to
maximize contact with my lapping tongue, and as I pulled away, I told him
how delicious he tasted, and smelled. He blushed slightly, adding color to
the already present flush of his face, and his pink little tongue slid out
to pass over his full lips. I leaned into him again, and swiped my tongue
over the satiny skin of his tummy, and then dipped into his navel, and he
giggled softly, apparently a ticklish spot. I ran my tongue sideways at the
elastic band, and moved my hands down to stroke his inner thighs, moving my
fingers up and down, and up under the hems of his shorts. His upper thighs
were warm to the touch where his shorts had covered the skin, and I pushed
up under them as far as I could, and I groaned as my fingertips encountered
the firm lump of his young balls.

   Bobby reflexively spread his legs wider as my fingers explored his plump
little pouch, and I glanced up at him questioningly as my brain registered
that the warm lump was contained in what I deduced as some sort of satin,
or silk. Bobby blushed some more, and gave me a wicked little grin as he
briefly nodded his head as if in affirmation of my suspicion. Unable to
resist, I quickly withdrew my hands, and reached for the elastic of his
shorts. I gripped the taut band, and pulled it forward to clear the obvious
erection he had there, and then worked the shorts down his thighs, and past
his knees, letting them puddle at his feet. Sitting back slightly, I stared
hungrily at his center, my mouth flooding with saliva as I digested the
incredibly arousing sight before me.

   Bobby had on a stark white brief, very nearly a panty, but slightly more
masculine cut than a girl's panty would be. Sheer very nearly to the point
of transparency, the filmy garment was cut very high at each hip, with a
bulging pouch at the front that strained to contain his rigid erection, and
the impressive lump of his balls, and the definition of his penis was
highly visible, while at the same time shrouded in the shadowy cloth. It
was indeed either silk, or a fine quality satin, and the gauzy material
left no doubt whatever that my Monday Boy Bobby was circumcised, the well
shaped crown of his penis being deftly in relief where it strained against
the gauzy material. I rolled my eyes up to meet his, and I slowly shook my
head in the wonder of it all, and Bobby blushed prettily. My gaze returned
to his straining boyhood, and I moved my hands to his narrow waist, and
then behind him to grip the firm mounds of his tight little apple-ass as I
moved my face forward, and closed my drooling mouth over his rigid
erection.

   Bobby groaned, his fingers suddenly threaded into my hair as he rocked
back and forth on his feet. I ran my tongue over the silky cloth, and
pressed it firmly onto the knob of his penis, and he pulled my head firmly
against his groin. The boyish scent of him flooded my senses, and I trailed
my tongue down the length of his boyhood, and then lapped at his balls,
finally managing to capture the ample lump in my mouth. Bobby rocked, and
made soft mewing sounds as I licked at sucked at his sexy little undies
until the whole of the front of it was soaked with my saliva, and therefore
all the more transparent, actually to the point that he very nearly
appeared naked rather than clothed. Lost now in overwhelming lust for this
incredible boy, I pulled back from him, and quickly yanked those hot little
panties to his ankles in one swift go. Bobby grunted, and rocked up on his
toes, his rigid four inches spring free to slap loudly against his flat
little tummy. I could hardly believe the sight that presented scant inches
from my drooling mouth, Bobby's nearly sculpted erection bouncing with his
pulse while his surprisingly heavy scrotum dangled below. There was a scant
smattering of silky pubic hairs scattered at the base of his penis, so
blonde as to be nearly invisible, and the crinkly sac surrounding his balls
appeared completely hairless. The fresh aroma of him was making me dizzy
with lust, and, unable to contain myself another second, I pulled him
toward me, and swiftly bent my head to engulf that perfectly beautiful
young penis inside my mouth.

   Bobby gasped loudly, his surprisingly strong fingers clamping down on my
bobbing head as I sucked him, and brought a hand up between his splayed
thighs to fondle his plump sac and the ample nuggets it held. I kneaded the
firm little mounds of his ass, and trailed my finger into the warm crease
that divided them, my drooling mouth gliding over his pulsing erection as
Bobby worked his hips back and forth to match my bobbing head. His young
balls were surprisingly heavy in my hand, and after long minutes of
slavering his perfect boyhood, I withdrew to drop down to lick and suck
them while Bobby panted above me, the room filled with my nearly obscene
slurping noises and his soft groans of pleasure. On it went, although for
far too short a time, and Bobby suddenly rocked up onto his toes. His tight
little butt bucked in my grip as he thrust back and forth, and I finally
located his tiny little pucker, and inserted my finger into his butter-soft
canal. Bobby let out a loud grunt, and a hissing sound as I located and
stroked his hard little prostate as I feverishly sucked at his throbbing
penis, and finally Bobby hit the wall. He grunted again, and drove his slim
hips strongly forward, and I felt his penis spasm in my mouth, and then
erupt. Several strong jets of the creamiest and sweetest fluid I had ever
tasted spurted rapidly over my tongue, and I felt it spasm several times in
rapid succession. I savored the warm fluid that filled my mouth, and then
released his wilting boyhood, and then looked up at the very flushed
boy. He stared back at me, slightly glassy-eyed, and I opened my mouth
then, letting him see his creamy offering, and as he smiled broadly, I
swallowed the entire discharge in one go. Licking my lips, and making loud
smacking noises with my mouth, I chuckled, and then pulled Bobby forward so
that he tumbled onto my lap, and I lay out across the wide sofa, holding
the naked little cutie tight against me as we rested.