Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2008 13:16:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Week of Boys (7)

Thursday: Adam

   When the concierge informed me that due to my impromptu double-dip with
Ryan and Jason on Tuesday there would not be a new boy available to me on
Wednesday my initial reaction was anger. That eventually mellowed down to
disappointment, and when I had managed to get past that, and actually think
about it, I had decided that a day off from the incredible sex I had been
experiencing with the succulent boys of the resort might not be an all bad
thing, given the rather extreme workout my balls had been subjected to.

   Reconciled to my "down" day, I had bucked up my attitude, and actually
passed a very pleasant day, much of which I spent lounging by the swimming
pool as I let the warm sunshine sooth my muscles as my well spent guy stuff
recouped and recharged. The bevy of cute young boys that came and went
throughout the day to frolic at the pool had made the time pass quickly as
I delighted in perving their lithe bodies clad only in the micro sized
Speedos they all wore, and I paid particular attention to the intriguing
bulges of their boy parts, and the firm little mounds of their sweet little
butts as they saucily filled out the back of the Speedos. By the end of the
day of visually feasting on a veritable smorgasbord of nubile young lads I
was definitely ready for my Thursday boy, and a return to the pursuit of my
stellar vacation.

   I awoke Thursday morning rested and restored, my morning erection
seeming to sniff the air in quest of the new day's agenda as I showered and
shaved. I slipped into the short robe the suite provided, staying naked
under it, and padded out to the living room where I picked up the
telephone, and ordered a room service repast of pastries and fruit, various
juices, and a big pot of coffee. Moving to the sofa, I had just sat down
when the door chime sounded, and I got up again, and went to open the door,
thinking that the place had the fastest room service I had ever
encountered.

   Pulling open the door, I was pleasantly surprised to find myself looking
at yet another nearly perfect specimen of young boy. He smiled broadly, and
offered a slender hand as he spoke, his youthful voice still harboring the
lilt of a not yet completed puberty,

 "Hi...I'm Adam...well...actually I'm Thursday, <he-he>...!"

  Taking his soft hand in mine, I took a moment to look him over, and in a
flash I totally forgot my earlier angst regarding my boyless Wednesday.
Indeed, I was just that quickly perfectly happy that it was now Thursday,
and Adam. Like literally all of the boys I had encountered since my arrival
at this amazing place, Adam was breath taking cute. A layered shock of
sandy colored hair topped his head, and it circled his ears in soft curls
as well as sending fine strands across his forehead. His face was cherubic,
and quite boyish with a peaches and cream complexion that offered slightly
rose tinted cheeks. His smile was warm and inviting, and as I dropped my
gaze to his body I felt that familiar stirring at my groin. According to
his profile that I had previously consulted he was thirteen, nearing
fourteen actually, but his genes apparently had not quite caught up with is
chronological age as he appeared to be closer to twelve. He was small for
his age, maybe five-two, or three, and couldn't have weighed more than a
hundred pounds if he were holding something heavy. He wore the small shorts
that seemed to be nearly the regulation garment for the boys here, and a
pull over style shirt with a low collar, and dark leather sandals strapped
to his small feet. The shirt had obviously been modified given that the
lower hem of it stopped just below where his nipples were hidden behind it,
leaving a wide expanse of smooth and well tanned tummy fully exposed. The
shorts fit him snugly, and the soft material clung nicely to a couple of
very interesting bulges at his crotch, and his solid legs appeared totally
devoid of any hair traces. They were also well tanned and shapely for a
boy, and I had a strong urge to just scoop the little cutie up in my arms,
and run all the way to my bedroom.

   Instead, I made a gesture with a sweep of my hand as I told him,

   "Well, hello Adam...come in, please, and let me just say that I am
suddenly feeling very happy that Thursday has arrived...both in terms of
the day, and certainly in terms of Thursday meaning that I get to spend the
day with such a cute boy as you!"

   His grin widened, and he stepped through the door, which I closed behind
him as he headed off in the direction of the living room. Eyeing his
delectable little butt as it swayed against the snug shorts, I quickly
followed. We sat down and chatted a bit, nothing of real consequence, and I
was moved to act more aggressively than was my usual nature as I repeatedly
ran my fingers along his smooth thighs as we talked. His legs were really
exceptional, and I found the urge to touch them irresistible. Adam offered
no objection to my forwardness, and in fact I was pretty much certain that
he was now sorting an impressive erection behind the clinging shorts. I
really wanted to move my hand into his lap to confirm my suspicion, but I
managed to resist, not wanting to appear too overbearing so early in our
budding relationship. Several minutes later the door chime sounded again,
and this time I knew it would be the room service boy, so I excused myself,
and went to the door.

   The room service kid was another gleaming specimen of young maleness,
though older than most I had encountered at the resort, probably around
eighteen or nineteen. As he wheeled the cart into the room I idly wondered
if the younger boys were a part of his employment perks. Most likely, I
decided, there didn't seem to be a lot of inhibitions anywhere around
here. I signed the check, and added a generous tip which was rewarded with
a dazzling smile from the hunky lad as he took his leave. I inspected the
heaping cart where he had parked it in the short hallway between the door
and the living room, and then I called out to Adam, asking if he wanted
some pastry, and juice.

   "I already ate breakfast, thanks," he replied, the youthful voice once
bringing a smile to my mouth, "I'd like some orange juice please."

   I filled a mug with hot coffee, and then poured a tall glass of OJ, then
walked back into the living room. I stopped in my tracks, nearly slopping
the juice and coffee everywhere as my eyes settled on the fair sweet
Adam. While I had been out of the room he had removed his sandals, shorts,
and the sexy little half-shirt, leaving the little hottie posed sexily on
the expansive sofa clad only in the smallest pair of little underpants I
had ever seen anywhere. God, he was stunning, his lithe body seeming to
give off a faint glow as he sat there preening at me, a devilish little
smile on his cherubic face. Gathering myself as best I could manage, I
resumed my short walk across the room, and then handed him the OJ with a
slightly trembling hand. He took it, and smiled up at me again as he spread
his colt-like legs a bit, and sat back against the deep cushions. My eyes
drifted over his bare torso, relishing the abject smoothness of his golden
toned skin, and I paused to admire his tiny nipples before dropping my
hungry gaze to appreciate the tented condition of his tiny brief. He was
indeed erect I noted with glee, and the lump that would be his ball sac
bulged invitingly below the rigid nail of his penis, and I swallowed as my
mouth was suddenly filled with saliva. Adam watched me checking him out and
he chuckled softly as he asked,

   "I hope it's alright that I got...comfortable...?"

   Oh it was way beyond alright, I thought, in fact had I been thinking
properly I would have insisted he do just that. Dropping my eyes
suggestively to the straining protrusion at his center, I nodded, and
answered,

   "It's exactly right, Adam...I very much want you to be completely
comfortable every minute you spend with me...and, you look delicious that
way, believe me...I absolutely love your sexy little briefs...very, very
sexy, as are you!"

   He grinned proudly, and then jumped up, setting the OJ on the table
before executing a tight little pirouette, his thin arms going above his
head as he clasped his hands together, giving me a quick view of his creamy
and hairless underarms. More flooding saliva as I imagined licking him
there, and a myriad of other places on that petite little body, and as he
came to a stop facing me, I lowered my gaze to focus on his stiff little
package that strained against the tiny white underpants.

   Lowering his arms, he cocked his small hip to one side, and parked one
hand on it, clearly posing for me, as he said,

   "So, do you like me okay then...?...I sure hope so, because I liked you
right off...and I really liked you touching my legs before...it got me
really hard, actually."

   Wondering what there could possibly be about this little imp that anyone
wouldn't like, I chuckled at his blunt remark, and stared hungrily at his
bulging boyhood, as I replied,

   "Oh Adam...yes...a million times yes...you're perfect in every way...and
I couldn't be more pleased that my touching your pretty legs has had that
effect on you...a very impressive effect, I might add...and, as much as I
love those sexy little panties of yours, I really hope that you might allow
me to take them off you...I very much would like to see that weapon you
have hidden in there...barely...!"

   He giggled sweetly, and whirled around in another circle as I settled
onto the sofa watching him closely. Coming out of his spin, he stopped
directly in front of me, his lithe body, and his straining boyhood scant
inches from my face. The boyish scent of him flooded my senses as I stared
at his flawless body, and I caught the faint scent of recently applied
soap, and just a hint of some kind of cologne, and I swooned slightly as
the heady combination of aromas registered in my brain. He inched closer,
the soft cloth of his little panty nearly in contact with my nose, and he
said, very softly,

   "What did you say before...?...oh yea...yes...a million times yes...take
them off me...I really want you to see me naked...want you to see my
<giggle> ...weapon..."

   As though in some sort of slow motion, my trembling hands moved to the
waist of his straining brief, and I ran my fingers along his creamy skin,
going side to side along the top of the soft material and he sucked in his
little tummy on reflex to my touch. I let one hand drop, and I gripped his
rigid nail over the top of the brief, and it pulsed in my grip. I trailed
the fingers of my other hand upward over his torso, the soft smoothness of
his golden skin nearly searing my fingertips, and when I reached his tiny
pink nipples, I circled each small nub with my fingers as Adam gasped, and
sucked in a big gulp of air. I gently pinched each pink button in turn,
sensing the tiny centers stiffening under the stimulation as Adam squeaked,

   "Oh gosh...!"

   I chuckled, giving his boy nail another squeeze, my mind gauging its
length, and girth. Easily four, maybe closer to five inches, I decided, and
a good thickness, something greater in circumference than my adult thumb. I
brought my hands back to the waist then, and hooked my thumbs under the
elastic, and then slowly peeled the sexy little swatch down, freeing his
pulsing pride and joy, and the smooth pouch that dangled below it. I worked
them down to his trim little ankles, and he quickly stepped out of them,
and then kicked them aside. Standing proudly before me, the boy once again
lifted his arms above his head, and closed his hands behind his head. His
hard little boner bobbed off his creamy white groin, and I noted the scant
few silky pubes that had emerged along the base of his penis, and I savored
the completely hairless, and crinkled little bag that held his tender young
balls close to his body below the pulsing boyhood. The precious parts that
made Adam boy were absolutely beautiful, the rigid boyhood nearly sculpted
in its perfection, and his plump little pouch was tight to his body, not
much larger than a golf ball. The crinkled sac appeared totally hairless
and the pink tinted skin was smooth as silk, allowing the definition of the
twin eggs it contained to be plainly seen. The boy was stunning, and I told
him so, saying,

   "My God, Adam, you're perfect in every way...you are a truly beautiful
boy in every way, and, I'm having real trouble deciding where to begin
enjoying your many charms, though I strongly suspect that it will have a
lot to do with your perfect boyhood, and those delicious looking balls."

   He blushed prettily, flashing another of his heart stopping smiles as he
thrust his narrow hips forward, and spread his colt-like legs a bit wider,
an invitation to make good on my comment if ever I saw one. Having never
been one to hesitate when a stunning young boy made himself available, I
lifted my hands, and used one to grip his rock hard boy nail, while the
other went between his silky thighs to gently cup his firm scrotum. He
cooed sweetly, his lithe body quivering as I stroked his erection up and
down while my other hand explored his balls, savoring the smoothness of the
pouch as my fingers prodded his young balls.

   "Oh gosh!" he chirped, "That feels SO good!"

   I chuckled, nodding in complete agreement, because it DID feel good...in
my humble opinion few things could ever best the feeling of stroking a
pulsing young penis while at the same time exploring a set of tender young
balls. I passed my thumb across the knob-like head of his penis several
times, and he shuddered strongly as he sucked in a big gulp of air, and
then chirped,

   "OHhh wow...man...I'm, like, so sensitive there...oh that's nice!"

   He had been excited when he had arrived, and my hands exploring his
boyish charms had him rapidly reaching the boiling point, and as much as I
really loved watching a young boy shoot his creamy load, I was suddenly
overcome with the need to taste the beautiful young specimen of budding
cock that filled my hand. Using his erection to pull him closer, I leaned
forward, and engulfed that smooth hardness into my drooling mouth. Adam
squealed, and thrust his hips forward, and his rigid shaft pushed across my
tongue as the spongy knob pushed into my throat. God, it was wonderful, and
I savored the silky smooth hardness of him as I bobbed my head over his
pretty cock while I toyed with his tight sac of balls with my fingers. For
whatever reason, the fresh taste of him reminded me of freshly baked bread,
and I swirled my tongue over his rock hard shaft, wishing that I could
somehow just swallow it whole.

   His narrow hips bucked in sync with my bobbing, and in a minute or two I
sensed him rocking up onto his toes as he grabbed at my head with his
hands. Not wanting this to be over so quickly, I pulled back, letting his
boner slip from my mouth as I dropped a bit lower, and swiped my tongue
over his snug little pouch, moving his balls around with the tip. I opened
wide then, and captured the whole sac in my mouth, and then sucked his
balls as my hands reached around him to grip the tight little pillows of
his pretty little ass as my middle finger dug into the tight little crease
that separated them. I found his treasure, and probed it with my finger as
he grunted and groaned above me, and as I pushed firmly against the tight
resistance of his little opening, I felt my finger push through the ring,
and move up inside his hot little ass. Releasing his tender nuggets, I
again took his pulsing erection into my mouth, and then headed for the
finish, giving the panting boy my best A-game of cock sucking as I probed
his tight canal, and stabbed at his little sweet spot.

    "AGgg...jeez...I'm gonna...cuuuum!!" he all but screamed.

   And come he did, his steely little nail swelling and bucking as I
slobbered over it madly, and then erupting in strong jetts of what well
might have been the sweetest and creamiest deliverance of boy-honey I had
ever experienced. Three or four strong ejaculations blasted into my hungry
mouth as he thrust into me, and I managed to collect the entire offering
inside my mouth, my taste buds lighting off as I relished the warm
thickness of his impressive load. As he stopped shooting, and his boyhood
began to slowly wilt, I let it slip from my mouth as I sat back up, and
looked up at a wide-eyed and very flushed Adam. As he stared down at me
with a kind of deer-in-the-headlights look, I opened my mouth wide, showing
him the fruits of his orgasm where it was pooled on my tongue, and he
blinked several times as a wide and boyish smile lit up his sweet face. I
made a big show of gulping down his creamy nectar, and again showed him my
open mouth, this time absent any trace of his flavorful essence, and he
giggled sweetly as I feigned a loud smacking of my mouth along with much
elaborate licking of my cummy lips, and an exaggerated rolling of my
eyebrows. Adam laughed, and then literally jumped into my lap, pushing me
over backward onto the sofa as he sprawled his naked body over mine.

    He ground himself against my own raging erection a few times, and then
rolled off me, and went to the floor on his knees.  His hands shot out and
yanked at the tie of my robe as he all but tore it off me, and when my
throbbing erection sprang free, he quickly seized it in his delicate hand,
and rubbed it up and down as he muttered,

   "Oh wow...jeez...it's really big...all thick, and hard!"

   I chuckled, my nerve endings lighting up like fourth July as his small
hand worked my rampant cock, and I managed between groans of pleasure,

   "Adam...baby...that feels so amazing...but sweetheart...please...suck it
baby...put my cock in your pretty little mouth honey-boy...PLEASE!"

   Without even blinking, the little darling quickly moved, and captured my
aching cock in his soft, warm mouth, moving down on my thick shaft until I
felt the head bump his throat. He gagged briefly, and pulled slightly away,
settling himself as he found a rhythm that had me moaning like wounded
bear. Up and down the boy went, his soft warm mouth quickly driving me to
the cliff edge as I watched hungrily my thick cock moving in and out of his
mouth, and, all too soon he had me. My balls lurched upward, and my cock
spasmed, and then exploded as streamer after streamer of my nut-butter
spewed into his hot little mouth. Adam gulped rapidly, making a valiant
effort to keep up with my seemingly endless eruptions, but he was finally
overwhelmed, and, as he pulled away gagging and gulping the final strong
pulses of my streaming ejaculate painted across his rosy cheek, leaving a
thick rope of cum that extended clear to his forehead.

   Finally spent, I sagged back onto the cushions, panting like a sprinter,
and I gazed dazedly at the extremely cute boy, thinking that he quite
possibly looked even sweeter with my thick cum streaked over his perfect
complexion. His soft eyes met mine, and we grinned like two kids on
Christmas morning, and Adam again climbed up on top of me, and I grabbed
his thin body in my arms as my tongue swiped at the still warm trails of
cum I had left on his sweet face. He giggled, and then brought his soft
mouth to mine, kissing me, as we shared the last traces of my discharge.

   We rested a while then, snuggling on the wide sofa as our hands idly
explored each others bare skin, and whatever special places we could reach,
and after a bit we roused ourselves off the sofa, and padded naked off to
the shower, hand in hand.

(To Be Continued)
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