Date: Wed, 15 Apr 2009 03:38:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: At The Waterpark

All the usual disclaimers apply:

+This story is a work of fiction.  If you think it is real, you have a very
active imagination.

+Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do
so.

+Scenes of sexual activity between a man and a young boy are represented.
Do not read further if this offends you.

+Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot
accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story.


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I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.   Joe
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AT THE WATER PARK
(copyright 2009, Joe Hunter)

High up on the slide tower, eyes squinted against the glare of a white-hot
July sun, I can see the entire water park spread at my feet.  Far below,
tiny figures on inner tubes float in Safari River or sit by picnic tables
at the food court.  From the wave pool at Big Kahuna Beach comes the faint
shrill cries of kids in its surf.  Less than a mile away in front of me are
the big motels lining the shore, and beyond them the vast glittering
surface of the Gulf of Mexico stretches away to merge with the horizon in a
blur of haze.

The view is magnificent, but the platform where I am standing, which had
not looked that far up when I viewed it from the ground, now seems 1000
feet high and the prospect of going over its edge into a vertical drop that
ends in a run out chute way, way down at the bottom now strikes me as a
very risky venture.  The thing is named "The Banzai Drop" and suddenly I am
feeling a lot less "Banzai-ish" and more like
"Goodbye-Lets-Walk-Back-Down--ish".

A pair of college-age boys are the Park Staff at the top of this slide and
when one of them asks, "Hey mister - mind if my brother goes down before
you?"  I wave a hand and say, "Sure.  No problem."

Anything to delay the inevitable.

It seems I am not the only one wary of the precipitous drop.  The poor kid
the two lifeguards now drag toward the edge looks scared to death.  He is a
skinny pale boy, about thirteen, all legs, arms and feet, with blond hair
and delicate, almost girlish, features.  The bright yellow board shorts
cinched to his slim waist are big enough to be his brother's and the stiff
nylon fabric balloons around his slender thighs.

"Dale, I don't wanna do it now," he pleads.  But the older teen who talked
to me pulls him along by the arm.

"You're goin' you little wuss," he tells the boy, holding his shoulder.
"You ain't getin' out of it."

Close to the edge the two lifeguards tighten their grips and the boy begins
to struggle.  His voice goes high with fear.  "Come on, Dale!  Stop!  I
doan' wanna!"

I can see he is on the verge of crying.  Behind me, some of the kids
waiting on the stairs titter.

"Dale, I don't wanna!"  It's a half scream and the desperate boy writhes
trying to keep the bigger teens from pushing him down into position on the
slide.

This is when I step forward.  "Hold up, guys."

Both guards turn toward me.  The boy twists his head around to look up as
well, his eyes wide with terror.

"Is this his first time?"  I crouch down next to the boy and he grabs my
arm with both hands, clinging like a drowning man holding a life preserver.

"Yeah, he's such a little wuss," the older brother tells me.  "He said he
was gonna' do it an' now he wants t' chicken out."

The young boy is trembling.  I can feel his arms shaking as he holds onto
me.  In the front of his shorts is a big wet spot.

"I remember my first time," I lie, extending a hand to stroke the boy's
skinny shoulder.  My eyes look into his, ignoring the older brother.  "I
was pretty scared.  From up here this tower looks a million times higher
than it does on the ground.  I thought for sure I was gonna' fall off the
slide an' get hurt."

"Uh-huh," the boy nods, staring at me.

"It was okay, though."  I keep stroking the boy's shoulder.  "The slide
works perfect.  It catches you just right at the bottom and you fly into
the chute like a rocket ship landing.  As soon as I stopped, I couldn't
wait to do it again.  Tell you what..." I squeeze the boy's shoulder
gently.  "For your first time why don't you go down with me.  I'll hang
onto you and make sure you're safe.  Nothing can happen while I've got you.
How 'bout it?  Will you go with me?"

He is still trembling, but his eyes are locked on mine and when I give his
shoulder a little tug he nods.

"Good." With a smile I pat him and then look up at the two guards.  "I got
this, fellas.  Give us some room."

They back away and I sit down behind the boy, wrapping my arms around his
skinny chest.  The feel of his slim, warm body pressing against me is so
sweet all my own fear of what we are about to do vanishes.

"I won't let anything happen to you," I whisper.  "What's your name?"

He answers in a soft high voice, "Chad."

"Trust me, Chad," I tell him.  Then, holding him tight, I wiggle forward
and we slip over the edge...

Plummeting down is like going off a very high diving board.  For a giddy
second there is nothing but a weightless fall at ever increasing speed.
Then, before there's even a chance to be scared, we slam through the curve
at the bottom, pressed into the slide by centrifugal force, our rocketing
speed sending up a huge sheet of spray.  Like a jet boat, we skim out along
the horizontal chute, water gushing like a fire hose between our legs; then
we slow down and come to rest on our backs with Chad half on top of me.

"Oh, wow!"  I yell.  "What a rush!"

Pushing the boy to a sitting position, I see that the water has bunched his
baggy shorts so far up that he looks almost naked.  I get to my feet,
enjoying the sight of his long slender legs, and then extend a hand.  He
takes it and when he draws his knees up to gather himself, I catch a
momentary glimpse of smooth hairless groin with a little sack and a
perfectly formed, circumcised penis.

"I did it!"  The boy exclaims, scampering up with my help.  He beams at me,
dazed but happy.

"Yeah, you did." I tell him, grinning back and giving his skinny shoulders
a quick hug.  To my delighted surprise he puts an arm around my waist and
hugs back.

"I did it!  I did it!"

"Want to go again?"

My palm slides down the silky smoothness of his flank to caress the boy's
slender waist.

"Uh-huh."

He nods eagerly, eyes shining, and we start toward the tower to join the
line at the stairs.  For a step or two the boy keeps his arm around me and
then draws his hand back to take my elbow.

"It's like really scary at the top cause you're like lookin' down an' it's
so high," he tells me as if I had not been there.  "But slidin' off...
It's like so cool!  You go like so wicked fast!"

He looks up at me anxiously and I smile back, giving him the assurance he
wants.  "You did great, Chad."

"What's your name?"

"Joe."

The boy hugs my arm.  "You're nice."

It is impossible not to see how happy he is.  As I gaze at his delicate
features, appreciating the awkward beauty of his wet skinny body glistening
in the sunshine, I feel a lump come into my throat.  How had I been so
lucky?  I had come to the park that morning expecting nothing, yet fate had
sent me this.

While we stand in line, climbing slowly up the tower's stairway, Chad talks
constantly and gives me all the particulars of his life: where he lives,
where he goes to school, what he likes and dislikes... the things he has
done and hopes to do.  He has known me for a total of five minutes, yet it
is as if I am his oldest friend.  From the words pouring out of him I learn
he is from a small, rural Alabama town 20 miles inland, but is spending the
summer with his brother who shares a nearby apartment with a few other Park
employees.

"My mama and her boyfriend got a new baby," he confides.  "They didn't want
me around."

I notice that he never breaks physical contact with me.  All the way up the
stairs he remains close, keeping a hand, arm, side, hip or some other part
of his body resting on mine.  I long to take hold of him; to stroke a
finger in the velvety softness of his armpit or slide a palm down a silky
flank to the smooth hollow of his waist; but surrounded by people as we are
I have to be circumspect.  Now and then I give his slim shoulders a quick
squeeze and whenever I do the boy responds by hugging my arm or stroking
caressing fingers down my hip.  Twice, when we are standing on the outer
edge of the stairs, turned so no one can see, Chad's hand slips onto my
butt, where I feel his palm rub gently.  After the second time, I caress
his own little butt and the boy positions himself so I can keep my palm
there until we have to turn at the next landing.

Marveling at how fast things are going, I tell myself the boy cannot
possibly be as innocent as he appears, but when he smiles up at me the
eager, trusting expression seems genuine enough.

Near the top, Chad's conversation falters and I sense he is getting
nervous, so I rub his back.  "Everything's okay," I assure him.  "Remember
- the slide looks really high from up here, but now you know you can do it.
I won't let anything bad happen to you.  You know that."  With a caress of
his silky shoulder and another little hug I ask, "You ready to try on your
own?"

He nods, looking up at me, scared but determined.  I stroke his hair.

"I'll go first.  That way I can keep watch as you come down.  I'll be
waiting right at the bottom."  Leaning closer I whisper, "Be brave for me,
Chad.  I think you're the best kid in the whole world."

Chad's brother and the other lifeguard start in on him the moment we step
out onto the platform, teasing about chickening out; but the boy ignores
them, remaining close to me, his hip touching mine.  I whisper, "You're my
kid.  Show these clowns what you can do."  Then, with a last squeeze of his
shoulders, I get down into position on the slide and drop off the edge of
the tower.

The fall is exhilarating, almost as good as the first time, but my mind is
on Chad and I stop in the run out chute as soon as I can and then get up
and jog back to the base of the slide.  Looking up, I see Chad perched on
the edge far above, and for a fraction of a second I worry that he has lost
his nerve.  "Come on.  You can do it," I mutter, and it is as if Chad has
only been waiting for my thought.  He leans back, letting his hips go
forward, and slips over the edge.

Straight as an arrow the boy's pale slender body shoots down the slide,
skimming around the bottom curve into the run out amid a sheet of spray.
His loose shorts bunch up, uncovering the gawky legs, and I am treated
again to the sight of his almost naked body.  Once he stops I am there to
help him up and the moment he is on his feet the boy hugs me with both
arms.

"I did it," he crows.  "I did it!  I did it, Joe.  All by myself!"

"Yeah, you did!"  My heart is thumping with pride for him and I hug back,
sliding my hands on his smooth white skin.  "Guess that shows your brother!
You're the greatest, Chad.  I'm really, really proud of you!"

The boy's lithe body feels wonderful in my arms, but the older brother is
looking on from the tower and there are a hundred people wandering around
nearby.  I keep our embrace short.  Chad waves up at the tower, and then I
lead him off to a snack stand and buy him an ice cream cone.

Once we find a shady spot to sit in I ask, "Did you bring any sunscreen?"

Chad licks daintily at his small cone and shakes his head.

"Okay," I tell him, eyeing the tinge of pink that is already on his
shoulders.  "Wait here.  Don't go anywhere..."

From another stand I buy a plastic bottle of Hawaiian Tropic and bring it
back to our spot where I squirt lotion onto Chad's shoulders.

"You're nice," the boy says with a happy smile, looking up at me while I
spread the coconut oil over his arms and skinny chest.

"I think you're pretty nice, too," I tell him, smiling back.

Loading my palm with lotion, I slide it around his lean stomach, and Chad
loosens his shorts so I can go around on either side of his waist.  When he
pulls the shorts out in front I catch a glimpse of smooth groin and the
thickened base of a stiff penis whose jut is hidden by folds of cloth.  My
hand slides on Chad's lower belly and he starts to pull the shorts out even
further to give me room to push down but after glancing around quickly I
shake my head.

"Too many people," I whisper.  "I'll show you how to do it..."

Moments later I am working on his legs, oiling his feet and calves, and
then moving my hands above his knees.  Chad bunches up the bottoms of his
shorts so I can smear lotion on his pale thighs, and after another cautious
look around to be sure no one is paying any attention, I slide my palm all
the way up to his groin crease.

The shorts are so baggy I can go wherever I want and when my oily fingers
touch his rigid penis Chad opens his thighs, squirming a little to squeeze
his butt and harden himself even more.  I feel the shaft swell and stroke
my thumb over its circumcised tip, rubbing back and forth across the tiny
slit.  Chad's penis has some of the thickness of early development, but it
is still less than half adult size and when my fingers explore around the
base, they find a smooth and hairless groin.  The boy holds still, arching
a little, the tip of his tongue peeking out between half opened lips, and
it is clear he wants more, but with so many people around I do not dare.
Even though I am screening him with my body, someone is bound to notice.
After a second or two, I draw back my hand and Chad gives me a
conspiratorial look as I squirt lotion onto his other leg.  Then he shifts
position, making it easy for me to push up once more into his groin.

"It's good you're shorts are so baggy," I tell him in a low voice, glancing
from side to side to check for nosy onlookers and taking hold of him again.
"This thing really sticks out.  You're kinda' big."

Chad squirms happily, placing the tip of his tongue onto his upper lip
while I stroke his rigid shaft; then, after I withdraw my hand, he helps me
pull the bottom edges of the shorts back down and watches while I cap the
lotion bottle.

"I'm takin' you on the Twister," I say, starting to get up.  "Oops!  Hold
on... Wait a sec..."

I crouch back down quickly, having discovered that my own swim shorts are
too close fitting to hide a rampant erection.  Reaching down, I make a
hasty readjustment and then grin in embarrassment.  "Just give me a
minute..."

Chad catches on right away, and seems to find this enormously funny.  As he
chokes back laughter, I give him a look and growl, "Just remember - I got
more to hide."  This really sets him off, and he is still giggling when I
am finally able to stand.

We join the line at the Twister, a towering waterslide with big tangled
loops of pipe that spew riders out into a receiving pool at the bottom.
The trip down takes more than 30 seconds and in the curves you hit speeds
that throw you around like a bobsled rider.  After his first try, Chad
loves it.  The slide is a double, each identical run mirroring the other so
we can race.  Soon the boy is imitating me, going down headfirst for
greater speed and rocketing out of the pipes into the bottom pool.  When he
stands up, pawing water from his eyes to see if he has beaten me, his slim
wet body gleams in the sunlight.

The plunge into the water at high speed pulls Chad's board shorts way down
on his narrow hips and, the first time, he very nearly loses them.

"Whoa!  Almost a butt flash!"  I tell him, helping to pull them up.  The
boy gives me a mischievous grin.  Before we get back in line I retie the
waist string for him, adjusting the shorts so they ride low on his hips.

"MTV style," I say with a grin.  Then I lean closer to whisper, "I fixed it
so it shows a little crack."

Chad giggles and tugs the front waistband down another fraction of an inch.
Skinny as he is, there's just enough pert roundness in his butt to hold the
shorts in place.  The front rests millimeters above the base of his penis,
revealing a silky sweep of lower belly framed by the vee of his groin
creases.

"That looks cool," I tell him and Chad's eyes gleam with excitement.

In the line of adults and kids who are making the slow climb back up to the
top of the slide he stays very close to me, leaning against my side with a
hand always on my hip or back.  Whenever we are screened by a turn in the
stairs, his palm slides down to stroke my butt and if I think it is safe, I
run a fingertip down the hollow of his spine and then push it into the hint
of crease showing above his shorts.  Each time I do it, the boy presses
against my side.

We race each other down the Twister nearly a dozen times, and then I take
Chad to a shady spot for another coating of sunscreen.  This time he holds
out his arms so I can do them first; then, while I oil the rest of his
upper body, he pulls up the bottoms of his shorts, eager for me to get to
his legs.  His penis is rigidly hard and he holds still, the tip of his
tongue on his upper lip, as I rub it beneath the baggy pants.  After a
moment he reaches to touch me through my shorts but I know there are too
many people nearby to risk it.  "Not here," I whisper, glancing around.
"We can do it on the Flume."

The Flume is the next slide over; a huge system of chutes and cascading
torrents that works like a gigantic water roller coaster.  Riders go on
little two-man rafts and, when we scrunch into ours, Chad sits between my
thighs looking like a young grasshopper, his long gangly legs drawn up,
knees higher than his head.  We race into the chute with him leaning back
against me, my arm around his waist, and the moment our raft is out of
sight my hand slips into his shorts.  The boy squirms happily and half
turns to hug, putting his own hand on my crotch.  When we fly out at the
bottom our raft turns over, dumping us before anyone can see anything, and
I remain in the water long enough to be sure no bulge is showing when I
finally stand.

On the way back up, while we wait in line, Chad unties his waist string and
on our next ride his shorts are so loose they slide to the top of his
thighs when I push my hand down into them.  I rub his stiff penis as fast
as I can while he clings and feels me through my shorts, then our raft hits
the bottom pool, spilling us into the water where Chad pulls his shorts
back up before standing.  He climbs out, grinning at me, and as we hurry
back to the line he slips an arm around my waist.

"Having fun?"  I ask, stroking his smooth skinny shoulders.

"Uh-huh."  Wide-eyed he gazes up at me in happy contentment and I feel a
quick brush of fingers across my butt.  "You're nice."

"I think you're pretty nice, too, Chad," I say, smiling.

After giving his shoulders a little squeeze, I let him see that I am
untying my waist string.

We ride the Flume for over an hour, with Chad hugging close on every run
and our hands down each other's shorts.  In the receiving pool, I have to
invent ways of delaying long enough in the water to soften before getting
out.  My predicaments give Chad plenty of amusement and he splashes around,
giggling and rubbing against me, trying to make it all as difficult as
possible.

"Okay, you!"  I growl, ducking him a few times.

Of course, that just makes him laugh even more.

On the last few runs, I fondle Chad's tight little scrotum, then push back
further to explore his crease with a finger.  I brush the tip over his anus
and the second time push up into him, sliding through the ring almost
without resistance.  My fingertip wiggles in the soft hot cavity of his
rectum and Chad rubs my jutting erection as hard as he can, his slim body
squirming against mine.

After pulling our shorts up when we reach the bottom, I help him out of the
water and lead him to a shady spot where once again I renew the coating of
sunscreen.  Chad watches the movement of my hands, his eyes glowing
happily; then, once his skinny form is glistening with oil, I pull him to
his feet and give his rounded butt a pat.

"You know how to body surf?"

He shakes his head.  "Uh-uh."

"Good," I say, taking him by the shoulder and leading him off.  "I can
teach you."

Beyond the snack area is a huge expanse of sand and water called Big Kahuna
Beach.  At the far end of its gigantic pool wave machines provide an
endless train of rollers perfect for body surfing.  The place is jammed and
excited screams come from kids splashing in the surf.  Chad stares at the
big breakers and I can tell he is a little nervous so I put my arm around
him for a quick hug.

"I'll be with you all the time," I assure him.  "Trust me?"

The boy looks up and the expression on his sensitive face tells me
everything I need to know.  "Uh-huh."

"Come on..." I say, giving him another squeeze.

Before heading into the waves, I buy him a jumbo cheeseburger to make sure
he does not starve to death, and then wait patiently for him to eat it.
Chad is a fussy eater so it is a longer process than I expect, but
eventually he finishes and I take him into the water.  Wading out, Chad
clings tightly as surf breaks over us and when the water gets deeper I
carry him so he will feel safe.

"I've got you," I tell him over and over.  "I won't let anything happen to
you..."

I know he trusts me, but it takes awhile for him to gain confidence and I
let him bob up and down in the waves, holding him until he gets used to the
way each roller lifts him off his feet.

"Feel how they take you in toward the beach?"  I ask, and he nods,
wide-eyed.

The pool's salt water is turbulent enough to hide anything we do beneath
its surface.  Chad's skin is silky smooth with its coating of sunscreen and
the boy wiggles against me while I caress his belly and flanks.  I push
down into the loose shorts to rub his jutting penis and the boy hugs
tighter than fumbles at the waist of my own shorts, which I untie to make
it easy for him.  Moments later his fingers are on my hard shaft, pumping
in a steady rhythm.

"Duck under the next wave," I tell him, and as the crest goes over our
heads Chad lets me kiss him, opening his mouth to admit my tongue.

Roller after roller goes past, and Chad presses close while I show him how
to get into position to catch them.  Eventually he has the confidence to
stretch out, with my hands on his waist, and when the next swell approaches
I throw him forward to ride on its face.  The swell takes him halfway to
the beach before kicking him out, and by the time he emerges, sputtering
and pawing at his eyes, I am at his side with the boy grabbing hold of me,
hugging tight.

"I did it!  I did it, Joe!"

"Yeah, you did."

His slim body is shaking and I lift him in my arms.  Cupping my palm on the
mounds of his butt, I carry him back into deeper water, whispering over and
over how proud of him I am, and as soon as our waists are hidden beneath
the surface Chad is pulling my hand down into his shorts, then pushing his
fingers into mine.

He learns quickly after that and I throw him into wave after wave, a few of
which he rides all the way to the beach, getting spilled onto the sand by
the breaking curl.  Each time he comes back smiling happily, shorts half
off his hips and skinny wet body glistening in the sun.

"Did I do it right?  Did I do it right?"

He waits, breathless, for assurance that he has, then clings tightly,
writhing so that his penis rubs on my thigh, and I feel the excited beat of
his heart.  I take him back into deeper water so we can touch each other
and passion swirls through us with the waves rolling past.  Twice Chad
starts taking off his shorts and I stop him because there are too many
people close by.

"Let's go to Safari River," I tell him finally, and we ride a wave into the
beach together.

At the food court I buy the boy another cheeseburger and then apply more
sunscreen while he eats it in the shade.  Chad regards me happily, and as
my oily fingers slide up the inside of his thigh to where his hard little
shaft juts out beneath his shorts, his eyes shine with the excitement of
our shared secret.

Safari River snakes around the park through a succession of coves and
waterfalls where small children play games ducking each other in the splash
pools.  Most people drift along on inner tubes, but we go with Chad riding
on my back while I swim using a slow, easy breaststroke.  The boy lies
stretched out, holding on to my shoulders; gangly legs trailing to either
side of mine, and his groin nestled in the hollow of my spine.

"Feel good?"  I ask and Chad giggles, squirming.  I feel the hard jut of
his stiff little penis pushing against me.

We float around, with Chad twisting his hips to rub himself, and from time
to time I put a hand back to stroke his thigh.  The River is too crowded,
and its water too clear, for us to do much more, but at one of the splash
pools we make a discovery.  In the back, near a big waterfall, there is
more than enough bubbling and turbulence to hide us, and Chad pulls down
his shorts so I can stroke him for a while, my fingers sliding on his rigid
shaft while with my other hand I caress the satiny smoothness along the
insides of his thighs.  The boy leans back, arching against me so he can
squeeze his butt to harden himself even more and reaches into my groin to
rub me through my shorts.

A Frisbee flies through the air, pursued by a group of small, excited boys.
Their splashing sends glistening curtains of spray up into the sun's dazzle
and while no one is looking, I pull Chad behind the waterfall to give him a
kiss.  The boy clings to me, shorts around his knees, pumping his butt to
rub his straining erection on my thigh.

After a full circuit of the River Chad is rested and I take him back to Big
Kahuna Beach, this time to the boogie board slide.

"You ever try one of these?"  I ask, picking a board out for him.  When he
shakes his head and gives me a nervous look, I pat his shoulder.  "It's
fun.  You'll see... trust me?"

He nods and I lead him over to a shady spot for another coating of
sunscreen before starting his lesson.

The boogie slide extends across the far end of the wave pool and we have
lots of room because only a few kids are using it.  Golden, late afternoon
sun glows on Chad's lanky body as I coax him into lying down on the board;
then I hold it for him while he rides the gushing flow of water on the
slide.

"That's it!  That's it!"  I keep telling him, letting the boy gain
confidence.  "See how you steer it?  Just a little shift of weight..."

Chad is at the awkward age where it is hard for him to coordinate his
growing body, but by sunset I have him up on one knee and we work on his
balance all through the long summer twilight.  To my delight, he finally
achieves a few beautiful runs holding his arms out and sliding the board
back and forth on the incline amid sheets of flying spray.

"Oh, yeah!"  I shout, exulting in his success, wanting him and anyone
watching to know just how proud of him I am.  When at last it gets too dark
to continue, Chad presses close to me amid the swirling turbulence of the
slide and I hug him, whispering again and again, "That was so good.  You
did great.  Just like I hoped..."

Around us the foaming water, lit from below by powerful lamps, glows
blue-green and its radiance bathes every hollow and angle of Chad's young
body, lending his skinny form a magical grace.  Surrounded by the slide's
roar I tell him, "You're the best kid in the world, Chad," and he looks up
at me, his eyes shining.

After returning the boogie board, we head back into the wave pool, finding
a spot for ourselves out amid the rollers where the light is dim and no one
else too close.  Chad leans back against me while I support him in the
water, holding him around the middle, letting his butt nestle on my groin.

"They'll be starting the fireworks soon," I whisper, rubbing the stiff
erection pushing out beneath his shorts.

Chad reaches down to untie his waist string and this time I do not stop him
when he takes the shorts off, keeping them in his hand.  Sliding my palm
over his lean waist and slender hip I caress the naked boy and take hold of
his rigid penis.  The jutting shaft, just beginning to lengthen and thicken
with the onset of development, feels perfect under my fingers, and as I
stroke it the boy parts his legs, pulling his head back to make a tiny
sound of pleasure.

With his free hand Chad reaches behind to fumble at my own shorts and I
untie them so he can push inside, but instead he tugs down, trying to get
them off.  I move the boy's hand away and push my shorts further down
getting my legs free and then I tuck both his shorts and mine under the arm
I have encircled around his waist.  I am already erect and the swirl of
water around my bare hips brings a shiver of excitement.  Hidden by
darkness and the water, secretly naked with this wonderful boy, I
experience a sudden quivering thrill of passion.  As we bob in the passing
rollers, twisting against each other, I look at the heads of other couples
that are dimly visible amid the waves in the gleam of the Park lights and
wonder how many are engaged in the same thing we are doing.

Chad's fingers pump my jutting shaft, and then he pushes the head between
the mounds of his butt, sliding it in his crease until the blunt tip rubs
on the dimple of his anus.  Another shuddering thrill passes through me as
I realize what he wants and I let go of his stiff penis to push his hand
away and take hold of my shaft, keeping it in position while I pull the boy
toward me with my encircling arm.  Chad catches his breath, and then I feel
him straining to open himself as my thick head stretches his ring.  For a
moment we hang there in the water, Chad's slim body arched, his head back
and his legs pulled apart.  Then, with a popping sensation, I enter him and
the boy's feet jerk.  He moans softly, "Ahh... Uhhhhhhh..."

Hot sweetness engulfs my rod as Chad squirms and then thrusts back,
impaling himself on me in a way that betrays his experience.  As I slide up
into him, a shuddering surge of passion bucks my hips in partial release
and I tighten the hold I am keeping around Chad's tiny waist.  Beneath my
encircling arm is the bulge in his lower belly that is the tip of my rod
thrusting up into his body.  Chad writhes, making tiny moaning sounds and
he pulls my hand back onto his rigid penis that is now straining out so
hard I can feel a quiver of heartbeats in the shaft.  I rub it and the boy
moans again, twisting to feel me inside himself; then, with the first
explosion of fireworks overhead, contractions in his stiff shaft throb
beneath my stroking fingers and his slim body jerks.

Flash after flash of color bursts in the sky as Chad writhes on my
thrusting member, the boy's legs tangling with mine.  I hold him tightly,
arching a little to push up inside him and sliding my fingers on his hard,
straining penis.  Twice more, pulses throb within him, sending the boy into
spasms of jerking kicks; then as skyrockets whoosh up faster and faster for
a big finale my own hips buck.  Chad shudders, straining to hold himself
open while I pump frantically, my thick erection sliding in his rectum
until a sudden contraction makes me quiver.  I thrust up and for a moment I
am locked against the boy, my groin pressed to his butt; then brilliant
fountains of color are exploding over us and I am releasing into Chad, my
shaft throbbing in hard convulsive jerks.

While the thunder of the fireworks dies away I hold Chad, panting a little,
feeling myself slowly wilting inside him.  When his natural tone pushes me
out, the boy turns to cuddle against me, squirming while I caress the silky
warmth of his back and sides.  Down below he is still hard and his stiff
little erection pushes on my belly.

"I wanna go to your house," he begs.

Chad's body is as soft as velvet in the bubbly, turbulent water and I rub a
palm over the curve of his hip.

"I'm stayin' in a motel across the road.  We can go there."

"Don't you live around here?"

There is real dismay in his voice, but I reassure him with a kiss and then
explain, "I don't live far away.  I'm just stayin' at the motel to save on
the driving.  I can be around as much as you want.  C'mon.  Let's go."

We pull our shorts back on and I steady the boy with an arm around his
waist.  "The next wave," I tell him.  "We'll take it in together.  Show me
how good you are."

When the next roller hits we launch into its face and out of the corner of
my eye I watch Chad's skinny body extend in the curl.  Side by side we race
for the beach, both of us kicking out just at the break; then we stand
watching as the boiling foam washes up over the sand.  In the rush of that
moment I turn to Chad holding out both palms and he slaps them with his
own, staring up at me, eyes shining.  Then we walk together out of the
surf.

"How 'bout your brother?"  I ask as we head toward the parking lot.  "Won't
he ask where you've been?"

"He don't care," Chad assures me.  "He don't come back 'til late anyway."

A row of small shops flanks the Park exit and when we get there Chad tugs
at my arm pulling me toward one.  Inside are shirts, caps, beachwear and
the usual junk souvenirs, all marked with the Water Park logo.  I smile
indulgently.  "Sure," I say, giving the boy's shoulder a pat.  "Okay."

But it is not the touristy stuff he wants.  At one end of the counter is a
case full of string and bead loops; the stuff surfers like to wear.  Chad
looks up and I nod.  "Whatever you want."

The boy paws through the selection trying various items, and I wait,
curious to see if he will take advantage by asking for six of everything.
He does not.  Instead, after careful deliberation and a few glances at me
to be sure I approve, he picks only two things: a handsome necklace of
wooden beads with a single shark's tooth, and a small bracelet-sized string
made of coral beads mixed with tiny polished stones.

After I buy them, we go outside and Chad gazes up, bright eyed, while I
stretch the elastic necklace over his head, adjusting the beads so the
shark tooth lies in the hollow of his throat.  The fit is perfect,
comfortably snug so it looks just right.  The alternating light and dark
brown beads form a pleasing pattern against the boy's skin.

"That's gonna' look even better when we work up your tan a little," I say.
I brush a fingertip over the tooth.  "This is a Polynesian good luck charm.
The shark is one of their gods.  Wearing his tooth guards you from
drowning."

The smaller loop I expect him to put on his wrist, but to my surprise Chad
bends down and, as I watch with heart thumping, he slips the colorful beads
onto his right ankle.

"Chad..." I start to say; then my voice drops to a husky whisper.  "Some
kids are gonna' know that... I mean, when they see us together, it'll
be... they'll like know..."

The boy straightens up to give me a worshipful look, his delicate features
beautiful in the semidarkness.  "I don't care," he says.  Seeing him
standing there, light from the nearby store slanting across his gangly,
awkward body, I feel a tightness in my throat.

"C'mon," I tell him and we walk the rest of the way to my truck with our
arms around each other, the boy pressing against my side.

It is a five-minute drive to my motel room on the beach.  The second we are
inside with the door locked Chad is in my arms, opening his mouth as I kiss
him and twisting his hips to rub his groin on my thigh.  I pick him up and
then carry him over to the bed before going to the bathroom for a bottle of
Hawaiian Tropic from the supply I have with me.

When I come back, Chad's shorts are off and he is stretched out on the
coverlet, naked except for his necklace and ankle beads.  He is sliding a
fist on his stiff penis but takes his hand away to let me squirt coconut
scented oil onto the slick, stretched skin of his shaft.  As I began
rubbing it, he pulls up his long legs, gripping behind the knees to stretch
his thighs apart and I squirt out more lotion, letting some drip onto the
boy's tight scrotum.  While I massage there Chad rolls back, spreading
himself open for me.  His little anus gapes wide and I anoint it with
coconut oil, slipping in first one then a second finger to lubricate his
rectum.

The boy groans softly, straining to pull his thighs further apart, and I
feel a ripple of throbbing in the muscular walls sheathing my fingers.  I
push up as far as I can, twisting and wiggling my fingertips, then slide
them back and forth over the little swelling at the root of his jutting
penis.

"Uhh...hhhhhhh..."

With another catch of his breath Chad pulls his head back, twisting his
feet in ecstasy as more throbs pulse within his lean body.

After letting my fingers slip out, I strip off my shorts and kneel on the
bed between Chad's thighs, leaning over him.  The moment I am in position,
the boy wraps his long slender legs around my chest and reaches to place
his hands on my sides, trying to pull me down onto himself.  I guide the
blunt head of my engorged rod onto the rim of his anus and barely have to
push to feel it pop through.  Instantly Chad is tugging at me and I thrust
in, sheathing myself in the boy's hot, moist sweetness, sliding up into him
until my groin presses against his stretched ass.  Chad quivers, clinging
to me with arms and legs as if trying to merge his slender body with my
own.  Then I feel him squirming on my impaling rod and with a moan he tries
to pull it deeper into himself.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Slowly I grind my hips, moving my tip inside him until he shudders and
contractions pulse in the tight walls of his rectum, rippling down the
length of my ensheathed rod.  The boy thrusts his ass up against me,
driving me in, and then squirms to rub his own stiff penis on my stomach.

With the slightest of withdrawals I begin to slide in Chad, pumping my hips
in steady rhythm while the boy moves with me, hugging tight, and lifting
his ass to take every thrust as deep as he can.  As my stroke increases he
moans, arching his slim body, and then tugs at me with his legs to urge a
faster pace.  My thick, glistening shaft moves in and out, sliding
effortlessly in the boy's gaping opening and I grind my hips at the end of
each thrust, feeling the pulsing throbs of Chad's shuddering response.
Twice he tenses up, clinging to me, body arched like a drawn bow; then his
hips buck and he gives a little cry.  I feel a warm moistness on my
stomach.

Twice more I bring Chad to arching, shuddering climax and then at last the
sliding of my hard shaft in the boy's rectum brings a rising tide of
pressure into my own loins.  I pump faster and Chad senses what is
happening.  He writhes beneath me, moaning in boyish passion, thrusting his
stretched ass upward so I can drive even harder into him.  My hips buck and
I strain to hold back, managing several more strokes, but the wave is
breaking over me and wetness dribbles from my tip.  I thrust one last time,
pulling my head back while Chad squirms to take all of me into himself.
There is a surge in my rigid shaft that makes me cry out, and then I am
releasing into Chad, his slender body jerking against my own as my
shuddering contractions go on and on and on...

Afterwards, I hold the trembling boy in my arms, kissing him and stroking
down his smooth, silky flank while he clings to me and his heartbeat
gradually slows.  When his quivering stops, I withdraw my tongue from his
mouth, and caress the hollow of his slim waist.

"Feel good?"

Chad does not answer but nestles closer, pressing sweetly.  Then he nods.

I get a cold soda from my ice chest and we share it, cuddling together on
the bed.  Afterward Chad stretches out on his back, arms thrown behind his
head, and I stroke him while he stares up at me.  "I really like you a
lot," he says.  His wide dark eyes are locked on mine.

My palm moves over his lower belly where the velvety skin, perfectly framed
by the brim of his pelvis, sweeps smooth and soft down to his groin.
Chad's penis is lifting again and my fingers explore the base of his
stiffening shaft.

"I really like you a lot, too," I answer.  Then I make him giggle by
wiggling a fingertip in his belly button.

"Nice, huh?"

Chad nods shyly.

We talk for a while and the boy confides to me that in the months before
vacation started he and some friends often met after school at an abandoned
sharecropper cabin out in the cotton fields where they would "mess around
with each other."

"Sometimes they like smoked pot," he says with an apprehensive glance at
me.  I just nod and he goes on.  "I tried it once, but I didn't like it."

With another gentle tickle I give him the reassurance that he wants, and
then he rolls toward me and the youngster's lanky body presses to mine as I
take him in my arms.

"So, is that where you learned all this?"  I cup a palm on his firm butt,
pushing into his crease with my fingers and Chad opens himself by pulling a
slender leg up onto my hip.  When I slip two fingers into his rectum he
squirms, rubbing his stiff penis on my stomach.

"Bucky showed me," he says, finally.  "He was like this big kid that
brought all the pot."

"Oh..." Up inside the boy I press my fingertips on his firm little nub and
feel him wiggle.  "So, Bucky's like your brother's age?"

"Yeah."  Chad's arms tighten around me and then he catches his breath as my
fingers press again.

"Where is he now?"

"He like joined the Army."

"Oh..."

I stroke the boy and Chad lifts his head, offering his lips.  After we kiss
I ask, "Did you miss Bucky?  I mean, like after he left?"

The boy nods his head.  "Yeah.  Kinda'..." he squirms to get his leg higher
on my hip and then hugs me very tightly.  "You're nicer than him.  I
really, really like you a lot."

With a whisper I answer, "I really like you, too, Chad," and caress him
with one hand while moving the fingers of my other inside him.  "You're my
kid now."

"Uh-huh," he nods and then cuddles against me.

Chad reaches down and his little fist strokes my penis in hypnotic rhythm.
For a while I half doze, and then suddenly I come awake feeling achingly
hard with the boy's lips brushing mine.  In the room's dim light I see his
eyes glistening and he whispers, "You can fuck me more if you want..."

Desire surges within me and when I roll Chad onto his back the boy pulls up
his knees, holding them to either side of his chest and opening his ass so
I can lubricate it.  Then I turn him onto his side and when I stretch out
behind him he pushes his rounded butt towards me.

I rub a palm in the delicate hollow of the boy's slim waist and then caress
down over his hip and onto his slender thigh, stroking him like a cat.  The
satin smoothness of the young body he offers sends a thrill of passion
through me.  I slick my jutting erection with oily lotion and then push the
throbbing rod into his crease while Chad squirms, eager to receive me.
Then as I slide an arm under and around his lean waist, the boy reaches
back to take hold of my shaft, guiding the blunt tip into his opening.
Before my hips ease forward he is already thrusting back and when I pop
through the snug ring the boy's head lifts and I hear him give a little
bleat of pleasure.  As he writhes, I hold my hips in position, letting him
impale himself until the firm mounds of his rounded butt are pushed against
my groin.  With my full length encased in the hot moist sweetness of his
rectum, the tip of my stiff rod is a bulge I can feel in the hollow of his
lower belly.  I grind my hips slowly to let him feel movement within his
loins and Chad moans, his skinny young body jerking a little.

"Uhh... Uh... Uhhhhh..."

I begin to slide in him, withdrawing than pushing back in, grinding my hips
on each thrust, which sends shudders quivering through the boy.  When I
increase the length of my stroke, he stretches out his arms, spreading his
fingers, and then I feel throbbing around my ensheathed penis, contractions
that ripple through the tight walls of his rectum.  The boy shudders again,
his feet making spastic little kicks that tangle his legs and mine.

Holding him in place with an arm around his taut waist, I let my other hand
range over Chad's slender body, caressing the delicate hollows of his
throat, the tiny hard points of his nipples, and the smooth stomach that
sweeps down to the silky perfection of lower belly.  When I press there I
feel the bulge of my thrusting rod buried deep in his loins.  The boy
writhes, twisting to impale himself on me and when I stroke the rigid
little shaft straining out of his groin, pulses throb in its base that I
feel rippling like massaging fingers on my ensheathed erection.

Driving up into Chad, I lock against his writhing body and then shift the
arm I hold around him so I can reach his belly button and wiggle a finger
in it.  At the same time, I give firm rapid strokes to Chad's jutting penis
and he arches in response, head pulling back, his feet twisting.  For a
moment the boy's lanky body is rigid, as if in electric shock; then with
moaning cries, "Ahhhh... Ah... Ah... Ah..." he begins to jerk, hips bucking
and lower legs kicking in spasm.

There is throbbing in the boy's gut and my stroking fingers feel his
straining penis jerk with contractions.  The warm slippery drops that roll
off the tip lubricate his shaft so I can rub even faster, and Chad bucks,
his breaths coming in gasps.

Finally the boy goes limp in my arms, but as his head lolls I kiss the damp
gold of his hair and keep moving in him, pumping my hips in slow, insistent
rhythm.  My slick shaft slides through his rectum, the tight ring gripping
me like an encircling fist.  Gradually, the movement rekindles the boy and
he begins to twist again, squirming to push back against my thrusts.  His
rigid penis strains outward and, keeping a fingertip pressed into his belly
button, I stroke it, bringing him to a second, and then a third arching
spasm, his slim body jerking over and over again in immature release.

By now the boy's opening gapes and my slick shaft glides in and out without
resistance with the tight walls of his rectum sheathing me like a glove.
Each thrust puts a tiny bulge into the hollow of his belly and my sliding
fullness in his loins takes Chad once more into arching tension.  Eyes
staring, the boy abandons himself to the sensations overwhelming him and,
as spasm after quivering spasm shakes him, warm urine dribbles from his
penis.  With the boy moaning in ecstasy I pump harder and he stretches out
his arms, twisting his hands, lost in a trance of passion.  Throbs pulsate
deep within him and Chad jerks beneath my restraining arm.

I have been holding myself back, doing everything I can to prolong the
boy's pleasure, but the sweetness of having him in my arms, his smooth,
awkwardly beautiful body twisting against mine, takes me beyond the point
of restraint.  Driven by the pressure rising behind my straining erection,
I hug Chad, thrusting into him, taking the boy as he moves with me, his
youthful ardor building my own.  My fist pumps his shaft and I circle a
palm on his silky smooth stomach, and then push again into his belly
button, hearing him catch his breath as he arches in tension.

"Uh... Uh... Uhhh..."

Head back, long slender legs tangled with mine, he strains to open himself,
seeking to give himself fully.  The boy's arousal pushes me over the edge.
I'm squeezing as hard as I can, but spasms jerk me; wetness dribbles from
my tip.  I make two more quick hard thrusts, and then Chad and I both cry
out and I lock against him, penetrating as far up as I can.  For an endless
moment we hang there, balanced on a knife edge of present time with no
future and no past; then I am bucking uncontrollably, sending spurt after
spurt of semen into Chad's rectum, my long release heightened by the
jerking of the boy's skinny body and the sight of silvery, glittering arcs
shooting from the tip of his jutting little erection.

The pulsing contractions within Chad ripple around my ensheathed rod,
keeping us both quivering in spasm long after we are dry.  All of my being
wants the moment to go on and on and on, but gradually time restarts and I
am holding the trembling boy, panting, our hearts pounding.  Love for Chad
wells up in me and I kiss the golden tangle of his hair again and again
while my palm caresses the silky perfection of his hip and waist.
Eventually I soften, and the moment I slip out of him Chad turns over to
face me, winding arms and legs around my body and huddling close.

"You're the best kid in the world," I murmur before pressing my lips to his
closed eyelids.  Tenderly I kiss his soft cheek, his nose, his chin, and
finally his mouth.  We kiss for a long, long time, our hands stroking each
other, then at last Chad tucks his head into my shoulder and I hug him,
running a finger down the little bumps of his spine.

"It's getting late.  I better get you back to your brother's."

Chad shakes his head and clings tightly.  "I wanna stay with you."

"Tomorrow, we can do that."  Cupping the smooth mounds of his butt, I pull
him closer.  "Tonight we better play it safe.  We'll have to think of some
story you can give your brother tomorrow so you can stay over."

It takes several minutes of gentle persuasion, but at last I convince him
to get his shorts on.  In my truck, on the way to the shabby apartment
house where his brother lives, we make plans to meet the next day.

"We'll go to the beach," I tell him.  "I'll get you a good pair of board
shorts and a Speedo for the pool.  Then we'll work on your tan.  You can
learn how to bogey board in real surf.  You ever ride a jet ski?"

"Uh-uh."

I have my arm around his shoulders and the boy is leaning against me,
looking up with an expression of total happiness.

"We'll rent some jet skis," I say, giving him a hug.  "And you gotta' think
of something to tell your brother so you can stay over night."

"I will."

My arm squeezes in another hug and when Chad slides a palm on my thigh I
lean down to kiss his hair.  "I think the beads you got look really great."

"I'm not ever gonna' take 'em off," he promises, lifting his face to mine,
and in his beautiful eyes I see all the wonderful sunlit days, months and
years that lie before us.

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