Date: Wed, 9 Jul 2008 13:09:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Week of Boys (4)

Tuesday Boy: Ryan

  My digital exploration of Bobby's sweet little rectum had been
educational in addition to being highly erotic, and just plain fun. Running
my well greased finger in and out of his tight little chute had pretty much
confirmed my suspicion that he was simply too small for me to even consider
trying to actually fuck him, much as I wanted to. I had no desire to cause
the little honey any kind of discomfort either physical or emotional, and
no matter my personal disappointment, I am comfortable I made the right
decision in the matter. And so, after one more sampling of his tasty nectar
squirting inside my mouth, I reluctantly sent Bobby on his way.

   After his departure I settled back onto the expansive sofa in my suits
living room, and once more made a selection for my next boy encounter. My
Tuesday boy, I'd decided after browsing the profiles, would be fourteen
year old Ryan. Pretty much the opposite of the delectable Bobby, Ryan's
photos reflected a dark haired boy with a somewhat olive complexion and
eyes so dark they appeared nearly black. His eyebrows were as dark as the
hair on his head, and his very cute facial features foretold of his budding
maturity with a more defined jaw line and chin than the more boyish
Bobby. I spent a fair amount of time studying his lean body in the photos
that showed him wearing a tiny Speedo at the pool, and I was eager to
experience it all first hand.

    He was, I guessed, around five-eight and probably about 120 or so, with
a solid build that looked athletic, and toned without having bulging
muscles. His chest was smooth as glass, with slightly defined pectorals
that were dotted with rather large and saucy looking nipples, darker in
color than his olive toned skin. His stomach was flat and centered with a
cute little navel, and I could just discern a faint and narrow treasure
trail between the navel and the top of his little Speedo. The Speedo itself
was bulging nicely with the promise of ample boyhood treasures, and his
solid legs were smooth above the knee with what appeared to be a light
dusting of dark hairs below. He was a stunner to be sure, and I hurried to
the phone to arrange our meeting for Tuesday. Eager to see the good looking
boy actually wearing that little Speedo, I opted for our meeting to take
place out at the pool for an al fresco breakfast.

   The night passed quickly, and I awoke refreshed and rested. Rolling out
of bed, I went to the window and slid open the drapery. Tuesday had dawned
another perfect looking day with azure blue skies and bright sunshine, and
I looked in the direction of the pool, smiling at the alluring sight of
several cute young boys frolicking in and around the sparkling water, all
of them clad in the skimpy little Speedos. I idly wondered if my Tuesday
Boy Ryan was among them. My eagerness to meet him renewed, I hurried with
my shave and shower, and then slipped on a pair of board shorts and a
sleeveless tank top. I slid into some sandals, and grabbed a towel, then
headed out to the pool area.

   As I went through the wrought iron gate and entered the pool deck I was
approached by a mid-twenty's stud dressed in sharply creased white shorts
and a polo style shirt with the resort logo emblazoned on the right breast.

   "Good Morning Sir...I understand that you will be meeting young Ryan for
breakfast...?" he said.

   Slightly surprised, I nodded, and then followed the hunky lad to a
nearby umbrella table. He pulled out a chair and indicated I should sit, so
I did, and then answered his polite inquiry regarding my preference of
drink by ordering a large OJ, and coffee. He smiled pleasantly, and then
placed a pair of menus on the table, and walked away. I turned my attention
to the pool, or more to the point the near-naked young boys there, and sat
back to enjoy the sight, my cock stirring some inside my shorts. My young
stud returned with my juice and an insulated pot of steaming coffee which
he deftly poured into a large mug as he announced that my Tuesday Boy Ryan
would be along shortly. He departed again, so I picked up my juice and
sipped at it as I continued perving the little cuties at the pool.

   Finishing the OJ, I picked up the fragrant coffee, and took a serious
pull from the mug. As I set it back on the table, I sensed a presence, and
turned to my right. My eyes settled on a startlingly good looking boy who I
instantly recognized as Ryan, and I smiled, and got to my feet. He smiled
back at me, and then spoke in a youthful voice that hinted at the beginning
of reaching a slightly lower octave then it had been accustomed to over the
relatively short span of his life. Puberty, I thought, you had to love
it. I extended my hand to him, and asked,

   "Ryan, I presume...?...please tell me you are Ryan."

   He grinned sweetly, and I immediately noted the sparkling whiteness of
his perfect teeth against his darker skin. He nodded, and a coy expression
crossed his cute face as he replied, and took my hand in his,

   "Ok sure...I am... I mean...uh...Ryan."

   "Thank God!" I muttered.

   He issued a small giggle at my response, and then his dark eyes watched
me carefully as I let my gaze drift over his svelte and nearly naked
body. All he had on was the breath taking little Speedo and white tennis
shoes without socks. The pictures of him I had seen had not done the boy
justice, not even close, I decided. I let my eyes trail over his smooth
chest and dark nipples, and I confirmed my initial impression that he had
larger than average nubbins, at least equal to a quarter coin in
circumference, and then my eyes dropped to that tantalizing little narrow
line of hair trailing down into his Speedo, and my breath kind of caught in
my throat as I settled my gaze on the bulging swatch of pure white material
that struggled to contain his treasures. As I leered at the obvious outline
of his boyhood, it actually moved under the tiny garment as it thickened
under my hungry stare, thereby making it's ample girth all the more
obvious. My mind raced, a sudden compulsion to reach out and grasp the
growing tube flashing across my brain, and I might have actually done it
had my reverie not been broken by the sound of his youthful voice saying,

   "I'll take your expression as one of approval, thank you, and by the
way, I think that you look really hot too."

   Reluctantly, I forced myself to look up at him, and I had to chuckle at
the smug little expression he was wearing, apparently quite accustomed to
being stared at like he was prime beef, which he certainly was in a boyish
kind of way. Gathering myself as best I could, I thanked him for the
compliment, and then suggested that we sit down, and see about some
breakfast. Ryan agreed, and pulled put the chair next to the one I had been
using, and as he lowered himself into it, I seized the opportunity to check
out his tight little bubble butt as it stretched the tiny Speedo snugly
over his delicious little mounds. I sat back down, and the studly waiter
reappeared, and took our orders. He returned once more with juice for Ryan,
and when he again took his leave, I dropped my hand onto Ryan's firm smooth
thigh, and squeezed it briefly before trailing my fingers over his silky
skin, and then just briefly let them brush over the bulge at the front of
his Speedo. Sensing his penis was rigid as a post I pressed against it, and
told him,

   "Nice...very nice...just the way I like my boys to be...excited, horny,
and hard."

   He chuckled, and maybe blushed just a little, and then gave me his
high-wattage smile as he replied,

   "Awesome...that would be a really good thing, because I am pretty much
all three of those things...like, all the time."

   I gave the alluring boyhood another little squeeze, a vivid mental image
of it forming instantly in my mind, and told him,

   "Perfect...totally perfect Ryan...so then, you better eat a ton of
breakfast babe...you may not have any time for food today."

   He chuckled again, and grinned at me, as he nodded his head, and said,

   "Awesome...!"

   The food arrived, and as we dug into it we chatted, getting to know each
other and the conversation flowed comfortably. After only a few minutes I
that Ryan was an exceptionally bright boy with a fairly wide range of
interests given his tender years, and I realized that I really liked the
boy, his personality as well as his delicious young body. Whereas Bobby had
been a tad shy, and not all that much of a conversationalist, Ryan was far
more bubbly and talkative, even a shade aggressive when the topic resonated
with him. He chattered on as he fed the heaping plate of breakfast goodies
into his lush little mouth, filling me in on his life at the resort, and
being quite forthcoming with regard to his preferences with regard to those
things sexual he had thus far experienced. I was more than a little
impressed with his mature demeanor, and his openness, and I managed to
convey how attractive I found him by periodically running my hand into his
distended lap and fondling his rigid erection. The boy had been hard the
whole time we sat there apparently, and he seemed quite comfortable with my
touching him that way as long as it didn't interfere with his eating his
food.

   Finished with our meal, we let the hunky waiter clear away the now empty
plates, and then continued our conversation, letting our stuffed tummies
settle. After a time, Ryan asked me if I wanted to take a swim, or go to my
suite, and I opted for both, in that order. Apparently pleased with that
option, he stood up, and I nearly hacked up my breakfast as I ogled the
straining tent in his tiny Speedo. He giggled, and did a little grind with
his pretty butt, and I'm sure my eyes must have been equal in width to the
large breakfast plates we had just cleaned. Getting to my feet I was
thankful for my own more loose fitting trunks that served much better at
concealing my own erection, if not entirely. Ryan let his gaze drop to my
crotch and that dazzling smile painted over his face as he took a moment to
openly scope my bulges. Meeting my eyes again, he made a big show of
letting his pink tongue glide over his lush full lips, and then the little
scamp winked at me knowingly. He took my hand then, and led me across the
deck to the pool, and as we reached the pool edge, Ryan made a small
announcement to the gathering of young cuties that stopped splashing around
long enough to check us out. Still holding my hand, and apparently
oblivious to his obvious erection poking at his Speedo, he told the group,

   "This is my new friend, and, I get to be his Tuesday."

      Giggles and a smattering of light applause and "thumbs-ups" followed,
and then the boys resumed their play, all of them seemingly happy for Ryan,
and certainly so for me. Gripping my hand tighter, Ryan looked up at me,
and then leaped off the edge of the pool, taking me with him. We surfaced
among a bevy of bubbles, and then proceeded to swim a few lengths of the
refreshing pool, and than ended up standing at the side about waist deep in
water. After we caught our breath, I found myself admiring Ryan's dark
nipples, and, giving in to the temptation, I brought my fingers to them,
and lightly rubbed and kneaded the delectable bumps. Ryan shuddered as I
lightly pinched the now stiff points at their center and he muttered,

   "Oh boy...that feels awesome...I have, like, really sensitive nips."

   "Really.." I responded, "nice...sensitive, and certainly delicious...you
have really delicious nipples, Ryan."

   "Thanks...I kinda like then too...but the guys are always giving me crap
about it...girl nipples, they say...and that when I'm older, I'll prolly
grow actual girl tits...!"

   I chuckled, and abandoned his perky nipples as I slid my hand down to
grasp his rigid boyhood on the outside of the Speedo, and told him,

   "Trust me Buddy, no one is ever going to mistake you for a girl, tits or
not...not if they bother to check this bad-boy out they won't...your are
very definitely all boy Ryan, no question about that."

   He grinned, and rocked his hips back and forth, grinding his boner into
my grip, and he told me,

   "You're really nice...I like you a lot...and...thanks again too...you
can definitely check out my...bad-boy...all you want!"

   Which was, of course, exactly what I had in mind myself, so I released
his boyhood long enough to plunge my hand inside his tight little Speedo. I
closed my fist around his rock hard penis, and reveled in the satin-like
smoothness of the shaft, and then slid my hand to the tip, mentally
measuring its length and girt, and ascertained the fact that he was
circumcised. I ran my fingertip across the helmet-like head, and Ryan
shuddered some more, and looked up at me with abject lust painted over his
sweet face. I stared at his lush mouth a moment as I continued to fondle
his erection, and then on impulse I leaned in, and kissed him, pushing my
tongue inside his warm mouth. He kissed me right back, his tongue dueling
with mine as I continued to stroke his rigid boyhood, and his arms came up
to circle my neck as we continued swapping our spit. Who knows how far our
rapidly rising lust might have taken us right there in the pool had our
reverie not been broken by a chorus of boyish squeals admonishing us to
"get a room!" We broke the kiss, and looked a bit sheepishly at the
assembled group of boys that had been watching us, and I reluctantly eased
my hand from Ryan's Speedo. I looked into his eyes, and smiled, as I said,

   "That seems like a really good plan to me, hot-stuff...you ready to take
this to my rooms?"

   He nodded enthusiastically, and we made our way out of the pool, and
across the expansive deck, our exit punctuated by more hi-pitched
cat-calls, and mild applause, and whistles.

   I slid my key card into the reader, and then pushed open the door to the
suite, and stepped inside the cool and dim entry way, stepping to the side
as Ryan followed me inside. I pushed the door closed, and flipped the lock,
then tugged on Ryan's arm, moving him so that his back leaned against the
closed door. I laid my hands flat on his smooth chest, and ran the palms
over his silky skin, again teasing at his wide nipples with my fingers. I
leaned close to him, and licked the side of his neck, savoring his fresh
scents, and the faint smell of chlorine on his skin. Lifting my head, I
brought my mouth to his once more, and we shared another long kiss, our
tongues bantering back and forth as I continued to stroke his nipples and
his soft little stomach.

   Breaking the incredible kiss, I reached for his arms, and raised them
above his head, my hand holing them pressed against the door. I hungrily
eyed his exposed underarms, and the small tufts of dark silky hairs that
clustered there, and with a low groan, I plunged my face into first one
warm valley, and then the other, licking him, and tugging at the wispy
hairs with my teeth. Ryan groaned, his breathing shallow and rapid as I
moved back and forth, licking his creamy pits again and again. Finally I
moved to his chest, and licked and sucked his pretty nipples, gently biting
each nubbin as the centers grew hard and pointy. He cooed and groaned as I
went to my knees, and licked all over his soft tummy, and dug my tongue
into his tiny cave. His erection poked obscenely at the tiny Speedo, and I
ran my hands over it, gripping the hard tube, and cupping his plump balls
repeatedly. I ran my hands over his firm inner thighs, as I closed my mouth
over his erection on top of the still damp Speedo, and Ryan groaned again
as I tugged at the skimpy garment, finally managing to work it down his
legs. He lifted each foot as I took the Speedo off him, and pushed it
aside, and then it was my turn to groan as I studied his perfect specimen
of erect teen cock, and dangling balls.

   Perfect was not too strong a word for what I breathlessly beheld scant
inches from my face. It was indeed just that. Probably a good five inches
in length, and thick for his stage of development, perhaps close to four
inches in circumference it stood straight out from his groin, pulsing with
excitement. There was a fair growth of dark hair at its base, the silky
strands splayed out over the milk-white skin, and his scrotum was plump,
and dangling between his thighs, heavy with the weight of his young, and
semen full balls. The shaft was smooth as glass, the only rise being the
wide tube that traversed the underside of it from root to head, and it
tapered slightly as it reached the wide knob of the head. The head was a
perfect helmet shape with a prominent ring of purple tinted tissue circling
its width, and the tiny slit was perfectly centered, and I noticed the
sheen of wetness reflecting the low level light, evidence of his flowing
excitement. My jaw bone suddenly ached, and my taste buds were screaming to
taste this perfect specimen of boyhood, and I slowly reached for it, my
finger and thumb circling the wide base as my head sank forward. The scent
of him hit me full on, so fresh, and youthful, the aroma of his flowing
juices adding the slightest hint of acidity, and I felt my mouth flood with
saliva.

   Extending my tongue, I washed it over the damp knob several times, and
then licked the shaft from head to base as Ryan dropped his arms, and
threaded his fingers into my hair as he hissed,

   "Oh Jeez...oh man...please...oh gosh please...suck me!"

   Spot on, Little Buddy, I thought...exactly what I was thinking myself
... and without further ado, I did just that. I opened my mouth, and slowly
engulfed the length of his cock, moving my lips from tip to base as I
worked my tongue against it. Reaching up, I gently cupped his full pouch,
and fondled his walnut-sized balls as I moved my drooling mouth up and down
his beautiful and tasty boyhood as Ryan rocked his slim hips back and forth
matching my rhythm. His cock throbbed in my mouth, and I could taste his
tart precum on my tongue, and I could hear the slurping noises I was making
as I sucked him, eager to taste his creamy nectar. He didn't make me wait
long as in not too many more minutes he bent his knees slightly, and thrust
strongly forward at the hips as his boyhood bucked in my mouth. I sucked
him harder, and tugged gently on his bouncing balls, and with a low and
deep groan, he erupted, and spewed his warm, thick essence into my mouth,
jet after jet of sweet boy honey flooding me as I quickly gulped it down in
an effort to match his rapid shooting pace. It seemed like he would never
run out of the stuff, and I lost a drizzle or two from the corners of my
mouth before he was finally drained. I felt his cock soften in my mouth,
and Ryan kind of collapsed back against the door, huffing loudly as he
struggled for air. I slid his wilted beauty from my mouth, and gently
milked it between thumb and finger as I washed my tongue through my mouth,
savoring his sweetness. A single tiny pearl of his nectar oozed from the
tiny slit, and I extended my tongue to capture it before getting to my
feet. Ryan looked up at me, a wide grin on his sweet face, and I gently
kissed his flushed cheek as I wrapped my arms around his lean body and held
him close to me. He sucked in a huge breath, held it, then blew it out
slowly as he muttered,

   "That felt SO awesome...!"

(To Be Continued)
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