Date: Thu, 3 Jul 2008 13:07:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Week of Boys (3)

Monday and Bobby, cont'd:

   Lying naked in bed with an equally naked thirteen year old cutie-boi
like Bobby was an incredible experience, and I simply could not stop
touching him. He had rolled over onto his back, his soft blonde hair spread
over the pillow behind his head, and I lightly stroked his angelic face
with a fingertip, savoring his baby-soft skin. He watched me with those
beautiful blue eyes, a cute little smile turning up the corners of his lush
little mouth, and his chest rose and fell as he sighed contentedly, and
said,

   "That's nice...I like you touching me."

   I smiled, and trailed my fingers down the side of his neck, and then
across his chest. I fingered each of his tiny dark nipples, and watched the
centers of them swell into stiff little points under the stimulation. He
shuddered as I dropped my head and lapped each small nub with my tongue,
and as I pulled away I told him,

   "I'm very happy about that, Bobby, because I can't seem to not touch
you...you are a very good looking boy...actually pretty if that doesn't
offend you."

   He giggled softly, but offered no comment, so I let it slide as I ran my
hand down over his soft little tummy. God, his skin was so flawless, so
utterly smooth and soft, I thought, and after circling his little navel I
ran my hand down his inner thigh to the knee. I crossed over, and ran my
fingers back up along the other thigh, and then carefully cupped his tight
little scrotum. I fingered his small balls, and tugged gently at the
hairless pouch, and Bobby made a low moaning noise. His boyhood was hard as
a nail once again, and took a moment to admire its beauty. The shaft was
narrow, and as smooth as glass, rising from his snow white groin, just
slightly wider at its base than it was as it tapered into the flared
head. The circumcised head was like a small mushroom, with a clearly
defined crown, and the sweetest little slit I had ever imagined centered it
perfectly. It was darker in tone than then the pale shaft, a touch of
purple mingling with the darker skin, and as I studied it I felt my mouth
drooling with a rush of saliva. I totally loved his taut scrotum, with its
silky smooth skin, and the shape of it as it bulged with the weight and
fullness of his young nuggets. I let go of his balls then, and reached for
his sculpted penis, gripping the very base of it between my finger and
thumb. I stroked it up and down, and Bobby made that moaning sound again as
I swiped across the spongy head. Unable to resist, I leaned down and slide
his boyhood into my mouth and sucked it gently, and Bobby arched his back,
straining to push his rigid nail deeper into my mouth. I put my palm on his
tummy, and pushed him back into the mattress as I bobbed my head up and
down in a slow and steady rhythm, teasing and pleasing him without the
intention of making him cum. His youthful excitement was rampant, and he
began bucking his hips again, so I backed off his penis, and dipped down to
lick, and then suck his tight balls. I took each orb in turn, carefully
suctioning the tender nuggets as Bobby balled his fists, and pounded the
mattress.

   After thoroughly wetting his pouch, I went back to his boy-nail, and
slurped it with a touch more ardor than before, and in another couple of
minutes I had him edged again, so I pulled away. I licked the soft warm
skin of his tummy, and dipped into his little button, and he grabbed at my
head with his hands as he struggled not to giggle as I tickled his
sensitive spot. His erection was visibly pulsing with his excitement, and I
knew, desire to cum, and I lifted my head and looked up at him. His face
was flushed, and his brow was furrowed with tiny lines, and he just looked
so damned sweet that I told him again,

   "You're so pretty Bobby...just so beautiful everywhere...beautiful and
sexy!"

   His flush deepened a shade as he blushed, and his long eyelashes
fluttered rapidly, and he managed to reply,

   "I'm a boy...boys aren't pretty...or beautiful...?"

   I smiled at him, still unable to stop myself from touching him
everywhere as I replied,

   "Well Champ, I certainly agree that you are a boy...definitely...I guess
what I mean is that I think that you are just a very beautiful...boy."

   He looked at me, a questioning expression on his...yes, pretty...face as
he thought about what I had said. Suddenly recalling the full length mirror
that was attached to the inside of the bathroom door, I sat up, and took
Bobby's hand, pulling him up as I told him,

   "Come with me Bobby...maybe I can help you understand what I am trying
to tell you..."

   He sat up, and then stood, and I led him into the bathroom, and then
closed the door. I turned him to face the mirror, and I stood behind him,
my hands on his shoulders. I watched his reflected face checking out his
naked image, and I saw a small smile as his gaze settled on his bouncing
erection, and his plump sac. His eyes flicked up to meet mine in the
mirror, and I moved my hands around his lean frame to his chest. I stroked
his satin skin again, pretty much repeating each thing I had done with him
as we lay on the bed, and as I traced over each area of his body I softly
whispered in his ear exactly what I thought made each part of him beautiful
to me, his chest, his nipples, his tummy and it's little cave, and his
inarguably beautiful erection, and balls. His responses came only in short
little nods of his head, and I watched his eyes close as he rested his
meager weight back into me as I gripped that beautiful boy-cock, and
finally began working it in earnest, this time with every intention of
bringing him to climax. He shuddered and cooed softly as I worked his rigid
little nail, and that perfect little butt ground against my own throbbing
erection, and after all that teasing and edging I had previously visited
upon the boy it didn't take long to accomplish my goal.

   His hips bucked back and forth, and I relished the sensation of his firm
little mounds working my cock, and as his orgasm hit him, he rocked up onto
his toes, and let out a deep groaning sound. I felt his shaft spasm in my
fist, and swell even harder, and then it erupted, several rapid jets of his
creamy semen ejecting onto the mirror in numerous little pellets.

   "OHhh...oh gosh...wow...look at all my stuff...jeez!" he chirped.

   I continued to work him as his discharge died away, and his boyhood
began to soften in my grip, and I bent down to kiss and lick the back of
his neck as I told him what a big boy he was, and what a great job of
cumming he had done. He was tickled by the trails of his ejaculate
dribbling down the length of the mirror, and I had the definite sense that
my Monday-boy most likely had discovered a new and fun way to jerk off and
cum.

   At the same time my own attention had become centered on the pert little
boy-butt that had been so saucily thrusting itself against my erection, and
I dropped down to my knees behind the boy to get a better look at the
object of my interest. Much like every part of Bobby, his firm little ass
was a work of art, as sculpted in appearance as was his beautiful
penis. Tight and firm, the twin mounds were small and perfectly rounded,
with a warm crevice dividing the lovely mounds perfectly. I extended my
tongue, and licked all over the delicious pillows of smooth flesh, and then
dipped it into the warm crease, licking him there as I sought his little
treasure. Bobby had suddenly lost interest in his semen trails on the
mirror as he gasped loudly, and did a small bend at the waist, effectively
pushing that perfect little butt out for me, and I took full advantage of
the offer. I dug my tongue deeper into his tasty folds, and found his tiny
pucker, and as I swiped over it with my tongue several times, Bobby
groaned, and muttered,

   "Oh wow...gosh...oh man, that feels awesome!"

   I'm sure, I thought, and it tastes awesome too...so fresh and young, his
clean flavor washed over my taste buds as I licked his most intimate place,
savoring the tiny ring of muscle that guarded his core. Using my fingers, I
spread his firm cheeks, and pulled back long enough to gaze hungrily at his
pink little anus. Like most of the rest of Bobby there wasn't a hair in
sight, instead only healthy pink skin, and the slightly darker little oval
of his tight little entrance. Diving back in, I drove my tongue tip against
the snug resistance, and added pressure until my tongue tip managed to
penetrate his tight ring, and slide into his soft warmth a short ways. I
flicked my tongue, savoring the amazing taste of him, and Bobby let out
another long groan, and then croaked,

   "AWwwww man...oh yea...jeez yea...!"

   As I continued tonguing his tight little oval Bobby offered a non-stop
cadence of soft little noises telling me he was really into my oral assault
nearly as much as I was. Encouraged by his favorable reaction I kept at it
until my knees began to smart from holding all my weight against the tile
floor of the bathroom. Reluctantly, I pulled away from him, and got
awkwardly to my feet causing Bobby to frantically wheel around as he
wondered why I had stopped licking his tiny opening. In an instant I
reached down and scooped him up, then turned, and set him down on the large
vanity next to the sink. I lifted his thin legs, and placed his dainty feet
flat on the vanity surface, then pulled his pretty little ass right up to
the edge, then spread his bony knees widely. Yanking out the small bench
that had been tucked under the vanity, I sat, and then dove face first
between his splayed legs, resuming my lapping of his sweet spot.

   In a tribute to his youth, Bobby's pretty penis was once more rigid; his
plump little balls bounced on my nose as I vigorously tongued his tiny
wrinkle again and again. I began alternately licking and sucking his balls,
and pulled his stiff boner forward as I slid it into my mouth and sucked it
as well, and Bobby was thrashing all over the place, his fingers tugging at
my hair as he whimpered repeatedly under the multiple stimulations. I
spotted the small wicker basket beside the sink, and the small bottle of
lotion that was among the complementary shampoo and conditioner, and I
reached for it as I again gobbled his silky smooth scrotum. Managing to
thumb the bottle open, I upended it, and drizzled the lotion over my
fingers, and then began gently circling his little anus with my slick
fingertip. Bobby huffed and panted, muttering little "oo's" and "ah's" as I
probed his tiny pucker, and he let out a loud "wooshing" noise when I
carefully pushed the oily finger past his snug ring, and eased it inside
him. His anal muscle contracted instantly, clamping down firmly on my
finger, and I reveled in the amazing tightness of him, and at the same time
the buttery softness of his tight little rectum. His breathing was ragged
and rapid as I worked my finger in and out of him, moving a bit deeper into
him with each pass. I looked at him, and smiled at seeing the blissful
expression on his sweet face, his eyes closed tightly and his lush red lips
formed into an oval as he gave himself over to the new sensations he was
experiencing.

   I squirted more lotion onto my finger, and settled into a steady in and
out rhythm of fingering his gripping rectum, and when I located the hard
little lump of his sweet spot, I pressed onto it firmly, and took his
pulsing boyhood into my mouth again. He grunted each time I probed his
gland, and his narrow hips pumped back and forth as I slobbered noisily
over his rigid young cock, and it wasn't long at all before he thrust
forward sharply, and sprayed yet another tasty offering of his creamy
boy-honey over my tongue. I happily swallowed his somewhat meager offering,
not a lot this time around to be sure, but then it was his third eruption
in a relatively short period of time. As he drained, and began to kind of
fold into himself as the orgasm waned, I released his now wilted boyhood
from my mouth, and eased my finger from his tight little chute. I gazed at
his stretched little wrinkle, and watched it flexing as it began to settle
back to its normal tightness, and I was simply unable to stop myself from
dipping my head to have one last lick.

   I stood then, my own erection jutting off my groin like a club, and
Bobby's eyes locked onto it. I inched forward, and then pulled on his arm
so that he got into a sitting position at the edge of the vanity. I moved
closer, and Bobby reached out to grip my throbbing erection, and then he
bent that pretty blond head, and lowered his soft, warm mouth onto my
aching cock. He began bobbing over me, his soft little mouth driving me
crazy with lust as my balls quickly boiled over, and I spurted a massive
load of cum into the boy's mouth. He gagged some, but hung in there as I
couldn't seem to stop cumming, jet after jet pouring forth as Bobby gamely
gulped most of it down, although when it finally ended, and he sat up,
there were dribbles of the stuff running down his chin.

   He looked up at me, blinking and swallowing, and the slightly stunned
expression on his pretty face warmed my heart. Reaching out, I picked him
up, and carried him back into the bedroom, and lay him on the bed. I laid
down beside him, and then scooped him close, and planted about a dozen
little kisses all over his flushed face, telling him again and again how
incredible he was, how sexy and exciting. He snuggled tightly against me,
and as I looked into the deep blue pools of his eyes, savoring the
sweetness of his breath, and his very boyish aroma I slowly moved my mouth
to his, and kissed him. His arms circled my neck, and he opened his soft
mouth, offering me his tongue, which I quickly sucked into my mouth as our
lips moved against each other. He was simply delicious, my Monday-boy, and
I was at a loss to decide which end of him tasted the best.