Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2007 14:32:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Alone (10)

   The man's car was a luxury model, with a smooth as silk ride, and
comfortable leather seats, and as the miles clicked away, Brett lowered his
seat back, and stretched out comfortably, closing his eyes, and focusing on
the sweet feelings the man was generating in his balls, as he gently
stroked his bare thigh, and occasionally rubbed his erection while he
steered with the other hand. Brett shuddered, releasing a soft groan of
pleasure, as the man gripped his penis outside of the threadbare little
shorts, and stroked it repeatedly, as he chuckled softly, and said,

   "Damn kid, all hard again so soon...nice...and you do look nasty hot in
those shorts, for sure...all that creamy smooth skin...your pretty
face...and this perfect little cock and balls....damn kid, you really got
it going on, way more than you probably even know...hell, I'm tempted to
just pull over, and get me another taste of that sweet young cum of yours
right now...shit yea...but I'll deal with it till we lay over for the
night...just don't count on a lot of sleep tonight kid...hehe..."

   Brett was disappointed when the man removed his hand from his boner,
instantly missing the stimulation, but he consoled himself with the implied
promise of things to come when they stopped someplace for the
night. Adjusting his slender body deeper into the soft car seat, he dozed,
as the smooth riding car sped down the wide hiway, the man having placed
both hands on the wheel, and focusing his full attention on his driving.

   Brett came instantly alert as the speed of the car slowed, and he opened
his eyes, sitting forward, as he triggered the seat back into an upright
position. He looked around, surprised to see that it was obviously late
afternoon, with the sun sitting low to the horizon, and the various fast
food joints they were passing casting long shadows across their parking
areas. He rubbed his eyes, realizing then that he had been sleeping for
some time, and he looked over at the man, who glanced back at him with a
smile, as he said,

   "Hey sleepy-head...you had quite the nap, buddy...and, I bet you're
ready for some food, too...I know how it is with you young boys....hungry
about as often as your cute dick gets hard...well, we'll handle that in
just a minute or two...heading to that motel complex up ahead...it's always
an okay place to stay the night, and the restaurant is pretty decent, too"

   Brett smiled back, then glanced ahead to where the man had indicated
with a nod of his head, and he saw a typical roadside motel unit, a fairly
long two story building fronting a large asphalt parking area dotted with a
few cars, and adjoining a smaller building that had a large lettered sign
affixed to the roof declaring it to be a cafe serving breakfast, lunch, and
dinner, open twenty-four hours. Brett smiled at the man once more, as he
nodded, and replied,

   "Yea, actually I guess I am kind of hungry...is this where we are going
to....um...stay overnight?"

   The man chuckled, reaching across the center consul to again stroke
Brett's inner thigh, and then the erection that nearly instantly resulted
from the stimulation, and he chuckled again, shaking his head, as he said,

   "Yup, it is for a fact, but, like I told you before, don't plan on a
whole lot of sleep...I have big plans for this hot little body of yours,
kid...being that's my end of our little deal, right?"

   Brett felt his erect penis pulsing, and a shiver ran down his back, as
he considered the likelihood of just what the man's "big plans" held in
store for him, and he shuddered slightly, as he vividly recalled his
previous layovers with Ben, and old Bill before him. He looked down at the
man's wide hand gripping his crotch, and then looked at the man, and
smiled, as he replied,

    "That's cool...heck, I just had a really long nap, so I won't care much
about sleeping much tonight...fuck buddy, right?"

   The man chuckled, giving Brett's erection a final tug, then releasing it
to grab the wheel, as he steered the car into the motel parking lot, and
stopped. He turned toward the boy, and let his eyes travel hungrily over
Brett's smooth torso, and his equally smooth legs, then settled his gaze on
the bulging crotch of the threadbare little shorts. He nodded, then added,

   "Definitely yes, kid...fuck buddy is exactly what our night is going to
be all about, and I can hardly wait to tell you the truth, but, first we
need some food for stamina, you know...?...and, I can't wait to see the
reaction we get from your going into the restaurant in that nasty little
getup."

   Brett looked down, his heart giving a little twitch that might have been
a jolt of fear that he was about to walk into a somewhat crowded place
wearing nothing but the tiny, and nearly transparent, shorts that made his
penis completely obvious, and clung to his firm little butt like a second
skin, or; it might well have been a twinge of excitement at the thought of
displaying his slender young body in the nearly obscene shorts, he really
wasn't sure which. As if he was reading his mind, the man chuckled again,
and said,

   "See what I mean, kid...?...you are definitely going to cause a stir,
don't you think...?...like I said before, your old man should have just
painted "fuck me" on your back, and called it good...but hey...fuck `em if
they don't like it...I think you look good enough to eat, hell, I know
you're good enough to eat...and anybody in there is going to know that I
know that...hell yea, and I love that...fuck `em, one and all I say!"

   Brett felt himself blush, and the strange little twitch repeated itself
as he heard the mans words, and his tone, and, if he was being honest with
himself, he had to admit that the idea of being seen as he was, in the
obvious company of this adult man excited him at the same time that it made
him embarrassed, at least a little bit. He gave the man a muted little
smile, then nodded his head, as he croaked,

   "Um, yea...well, I don't actually care all that much either, I
guess...but, do you think that they...um...will even let me in just wearing
these...shorts?"

   The man laughed heartily, nodding his head, as he answered,

   "Oh hell yes, kid...they will most definitely let you in wearing
those...if how they mold to you can even be called wearing them...it's a
freaking roadside joint, and the customers are mostly either guys a lot
like me, who certainly appreciate the view, or horny and lonely truckers,
and you already have some experience with how they feel about pretty young
boys like you, right?"

   Brett thought about for a second, then nodded, his face growing warmer
still, and he reached for the door handle, and said,

   "Okay then, I guess...I'm really hungry, so, let's just go in then,
okay?"

   The man smiled, reaching out to ruffle Brett's soft hair, as he replied,

   "That's' the spirit little buddy...fuck `em...you got it for sure, so,
you might as well flaunt it, and enjoy the slobbering stares you're going
to be getting...let's do it!"

   They alighted the car, and the man walked around to stand next to Brett,
as he possessively slid an arm around his slim shoulders, and moved him
forward, through the door of the cafe, then inside, as he closed the door
behind them, causing the small silver bell affixed to the door frame to
tinkle loudly. Brett froze, feeling every eye in the place settle on his
nearly naked body, and he tucked himself in against the man's side, as he
felt his face flush warmly, and he cast his eyes to the floor. The man slid
his arm around him again, then, leaned close to his ear, and whispered once
more his firm position on the matter at hand, saying,

   "fuck `em, right?"

   Brett couldn't help but smile, as he bravely nodded his head, and then
forced himself to look up, as he held the dazzling smile, and slowly moved
his head, meeting, and briefly holding, every pair of eyes that stared back
at him. The facial expressions that he registered as he slowly scoped the
room ran the gamut from stunned to incredulous, to just plainly hungry
looks, the latter being by far the majority expression of the dozen or so
men that sat seemingly frozen in place at their table, or stool at the long
counter. He felt the man's hand firm on his back as he urged him forward,
and Brett got his feet moving, as he walked to the nearest empty table, and
eased his cute little butt into a chair. The man moved around the table,
and sat at Brett's side, so that both of them faced the room of still
unmoving men, and the man moved his hand onto Brett's thigh, high up on the
thin shorts that hugged the silky skin. He stroked the boy's thigh, and
every pair of eyes in the room shifted to follow the obviously possessive
gesture, and Brett let out a small squeak of pleasure, as the man openly
ran his fingers over his bulging penis, then sat back, staring at the
stunned onlookers with a smug expression on his face. One by one, as if
suddenly realizing that they were all but drooling onto the floor, the eyes
shifted again, reluctantly seeking other targets on which to rest their
glassy stares, the message having been clearly transmitted that the
stunning, and nearly naked young boy was definitely paired with the highly
fortunate man at his side.

   A burly man wearing a grease stained apron approached the table, and
dropped a pair of equally stained menus down, as his eyes traveled over
Brett's exposed body, and Brett saw his pink tongue slide out, and pass
across his lips. His gaze dropped, and he openly stared at the tiny shorts,
and the bulge that strained against the thin material, and his tongue
swiped his lips once more. Shifting his gaze to the man, he smiled, and
gave him a conspiratorial wink, then turned, and walked away from the
table. The man pushed one of the menus in front of Brett, and said,

   "Order up, kid...I know the place doesn't look it, but the food is
really pretty good. I'm going to have the meat loaf special, seeing as how
meat seems to be at the forefront of my mind since I fist laid eyes on
you."

   Brett giggled at the remark, again blushing prettily, as he opened his
menu, and glanced at the offered selections. He folded it, and dropped it
onto the table, then told the man,

   "That's cool...I used to really like my mom's meat loaf, so I'll have
that too."

   The man signaled the burly waiter that they would take two of the
specials, and he nodded, heading behind the counter, and into the bowels of
the kitchen. It was then that Brett first noticed the old man seated alone
at a table near the end of the counter, and when they made eye contact, the
old man nodded to him, a thin smile pasted on his gaunt
face. Instinctively, Brett smiled back, and the old man shifted in his
chair, bending over from the waist, as he looked hungrily at Brett's little
shorts, and clearly defined young boner. Sitting back up, he smiled his
thin smile again, and gave a faint nod of his head, his expression one of
having reached a decision, as he settled back into his chair once
again. Brett eyed him curiously, as he unconsciously moved his hand to his
lap, where he adjusted his rigid penis inside the far too tight shorts, and
he saw the old man smile again, his eyes still fixed on the stunning
boy. It struck Brett that the old guy looked kind of out of place in the
dank diner, his mannerisms, and his clothing seeming far too polished, and
expensive for a regular customer of such an establishment, and he was
reminded of the principle of his former school, this man being perhaps even
a bit older. His reverie over the puzzling old man was interrupted by the
cook delivering a surprisingly wonderful smelling plate of meat loaf, and a
heap of mashed potatoes to the table, and Brett and his man friend quickly
dug into the repast, their surroundings temporarily forgotten.

   The delicious meal finished, the cook returned to retrieve the now fully
empty plates, and he recited the choices available for dessert. Brett asked
for a piece of the carrot cake, another long ago favorite his mom used to
make, and the man passed on dessert, telling Brett to enjoy his, while he
walked over to the motel to arrange for a room for the night. When the cake
was delivered, Brett dug into it with enthusiasm, becoming so fully
engrossed with the treat that he was totally unaware that the old man from
the corner table had quietly moved into the chair opposite his
own. Startled, he jumped slightly, and chirped,

   "OH...jeez, Mister...you scared me!"

   The old man chuckled, a slight wheeze sounding somewhere in his wrinkled
throat, and he brazenly pushed a bony hand under the table, and stroked his
bony finger along the hem of Brett's little shorts. Brett gasped, his penis
reacting to the sudden touch with a strong throbbing, and Brett
unconsciously parted his legs wider, as he looked across the table at the
man, his jaw agape.

   The thin smile appeared once more, and the old man wheezed some more, as
he said, his voice low, and gravely,

   "No need for alarm, young man...I mean you no harm whatsoever, I assure
you, indeed, my interest is purely one of a business nature, quite above
board, and straight forward, I assure you...may I continue my proposal to
you, then?"

   Brett gave a little shrug, then gasped again, as the man's slightly
trembling fingers inched higher along the thin material of his shorts, only
stopping when the knurled and bony digit rested firmly in contact with
Brett's pulsing boyhood. He gulped, shuddering strongly, then nodded his
head, and squeaked,

   "I guess so..."

   The finger traced the outline of the young penis, deftly exploring it's
length from base to tip, then, circled the smooth knob a number of times,
as the old man looked the boy straight in the eye, and told him,

   "It's those shorts of yours, young beauty....and alas, only the shorts,
that are of interest to me, not that some number of years ago I wouldn't
have happily spirited a young aperitif such as yourself away from that
dreadful looking lout that you are apparently traveling with, and only God
knows why, but I digress....indeed, you see my delicious little boy, I
quite simply must have them for my own...simply nothing else will do, you
understand, I simply must have them for my own, and, all the sadder, have
them without your sculpted young boyhood being in them. Yes indeed, that is
far too sad a condition to even contemplate further, but you see, I am
simply too old, and frail, at this late stage of my life to do justice to a
prize beauty like yourself, and, to be physically unable to strum your
stunning youth as one would be inspired to coax heavenly notes from a
precious Stradivarius, would be the greatest possible sin. Forgive me,
young beauty, I again digress from my purpose here, to wit, the obtaining
of those truly incredible little shorts of yours. Now, to business, shall
we? I am the proud agent, and purveyor, of a most prestigious designer of
the top men's sport clothing line in the world, and, as such, I am fully
prepared to permit you your personal selection of suitable replacement
garments from those that are available from my large sample case, which is,
as we speak, mere steps away in my nearby motel room. With your kind
acquiescence, my sumptuous morsel, we can simply step next door long enough
to complete our business, wherein we shall both come away from the
experience as winners, if you will forgive an old man the use of such a
dreaded American expression."

  Brett sat quietly, looking at the old man's tight little smile, as he
struggled to digest both the heavy meatloaf dinner, and whatever it was
that the old guy was trying to tell him. He was actually focusing a good
deal of his senses on the nice tingles that coursed through his groin as
the old timer continued to lightly fondle his penis, seemingly oblivious to
the many staring eyes of their fellow diners. He thought that he had
gleaned the general gist of what the old man was saying, mainly that for
whatever reasons, he wanted to make a trade, some kind of fancy new shorts,
or whatever, for the threadbare ones he was wearing, well, sort of
wearing. Making up his mind that just about anything would be better than
the uncomfortably tight, and nearly worn out garment that his ex-father had
saddled him with, he gave the old man a curt nod, and said,

   "Okay Mister, if you give me new stuff, then you can have these ratty
old ones, but, we have to hurry, because I don't want my friend to think I
ran off or something, he's my only way to get where I need to go."

   Moving with surprising speed and agility, the old timer got to his feet,
and extended his bony hand to Brett, who took it in his own, and stood as
well, and then followed the old man's slightly stooped, and thin body to
the door of the cafe, and outside. The old guy led Brett around the corner,
and stopped at the first door in the motel corridor, where he inserted a
key, and then pushed open the door, standing aside to allow Brett to
enter. He walked inside, followed by the old man, who moved directly to a
luggage rack at the foot of the bed where a large leather case rested. He
swung the top up, and indicated that Brett should inspect the contents, as
he told him,

   "Choose anything that pleases you, my boy, anything at all...everything,
if you must, but I quite simply must have those amazing little shorts of
yours."

   Brett rifled through the contents of the case, thinking that swapping
his threadbare little shorts for any one of the items he saw would be
tantamount to a felony as far as equal value was concerned. Still concerned
that his man would return to the cafe and find him missing, he quickly
selected a high quality pair of sport shorts, and a very soft, and
expensive looking pull over shirt to match. He turned to the old man,
holding his selection in his hands, and asked,

   "These, I guess...they are really nice...is it okay if I choose these?"

   The old man nodded, his slightly dim eyes once more fixated on Brett's
tattered shorts, and bulging penis, and he motioned with his hands that
yes, the selected garments were fine, and that the boy should change into
them right there where he stood. Suddenly realizing that seeing him naked
might well have been the actual meat of the old man's proposal, and desire,
Brett shrugged, deciding that giving the harmless old gent a brief look at
his nakedness was small price to pay for ownership if such quality
clothing, so he quickly hooked his fingers into the waist of the tattered
shorts, and skinned them down his shapely legs, and then stepped out of
them, standing fully naked, and very erect, in front of the old man.

   The old eyes widened considerably, and the strange wheezing sound was
heard yet again, as the old man slowly drank in the stunning beauty of the
naked, and aroused teen before him. He settled his gaze on Brett's rigid
erection, and the just beginning to dangle pouch below, then, slowly and
awkwardly bent to retrieve the discarded shorts, scooping them up in his
bony hands as though they were spun of pure gold. Bret watched as the man
brought the shorts to his face, and then inhaled deeply of their scent, an
aroma Brett was sure had to be somewhat ripe, given that he had worn the
shorts constantly for several days, and, the fact that he had also worn
them following a number of sexual trysts as well. Ripe or not, the old
timer seemed unable to get his fill, as he continued to sniff deeply at the
musty shorts, his heavy eyebrows lurching up and down with each inhalation.

   Brett found the whole scene a bit surreal, if not outright strange, and
at the same time exciting, the idea that he was standing there totally
naked with a fully dressed man easily older than his own grandfather would
be if he'd had one. The old guy looking at his nakedness excited him
further, and without thinking about it, he reached to grasp his erection in
his hand, and stroke it back and forth. The old man watched him closely,
and Brett could almost see a light bulb pop over the mans head, as the idea
flashed through his mind, and he grinned, as the old man said quietly,

   "I have an additional proposal for you, my young beauty...in addition to
our barter already nearly completed; I wonder how you might feel about a
cash payment supplemental to our original agreement...say...one hundred
dollars?"

   Brett's eye's went wide as he gasped at the offer of such a staggering
sum, clearly more cash money than he had over seen at one time in all his
thirteen years, and he managed to croak, his voice cracking badly,

   "A hundred dollars...?...wow...oh boy...so what is my part of a hundred
dollar deal, Mister?"

   The old guy chuckled at the excitement in the boy's young voice, and he
inched closer to the boy, his nostrils flaring as the youthful scent of the
naked boy filled his senses, and he quietly answered,

   "One hundred dollars cash money for you, beauty, if you simply stand
right there, and allow an old and harmless man to pleasure your lovely
penis until my new shorts are awash in your creamy young nectar, a
possession I assure you that I shall treasure for the rest of my days."

   Brett blinked several times, understanding the offer, and finding it
both slightly ludicris, and exciting, and the promise of such a large sum
of money sealed the deal. Nodding his head, he slowly lifted both arms, and
folded his hands atop his head, as he spread his coltish legs wide, and
thrust his hips forward, as he replied,

   "A hundred dollars, right...?...so you can...jack me
off...and...um...get my cums in those old shorts...?...okay
Mister...sure...!"

   The man extended a trembling hand toward Brett's bobbing erection, and
sucked in a wheezing breath, as his bony fingers clasped the warm, and
silky flesh, and he stroked it steadily back and forth, eventually moving
his other hand to cup Brett's swinging balls, as he fingered the tender
orbs gently. Brett closed his eyes, going with the rapidly growing
sensations that washed over him as the old guy expertly milked his drooling
penis, and did things to his balls that had him up on his tiptoes, and the
old man steadily worked him toward the edge, eager to collect his ill
gotten bounty, and also mindful of the time restraints so as to not create
a problem with Brett's road partner, whoever the heathen might be.

   Three or four minutes passed, the room awash in the sounds of Brett's
soft moans mixed with the old man's wheezing, and panting, and suddenly
Brett felt the now familiar twinge deep in his balls. He grunted, again
rocking onto this tiptoes, as he felt his penis swell, and spasm, and he
muttered,

   "OH gosh, mister...get ready...I'm gonna....cummmmms....!"

   The old timer speedup his stroking, as he let go of Brett's balls, and
quickly moved the dank little shorts into place at the oozing head of
Brett's penis, just at the moment the tiny slit in the head parted, and
sent forth the first strong volley of the boy's creamy semen. The
surprisingly thick rope jetted upward in a small arc, then surrendered to
gravity, as it landed heavily on the crotch area of the old shorts. A
second equally strong offering immediately followed, and Brett grunted
loudly, as another, and then another thick streamer of his creamy semen
burst forth to paint the tattered shorts again, and again. Finally his
output reduced to small dribbles of the succulent white fluid which emerged
as oozes from the slit, and the old man was completely unable to resist
dropping heavily to his arthritic knees, as he slid the still dribbling
young boyhood into his mouth, and sucked it dry. The long forgotten flavor
of youthful ejaculate snapped the old timers taste buds to life, as he
suckled the still very tumescent young penis hungrily, his tongue washing
over the silky smooth head just as it had done so many times before, with
so many young beauties, and so very long ago, and he told himself that
should God call him home at that very second, his life would be complete in
every way, and more, all for this one last taste of heaven here on earth,
that incomparable nectar of the God's, warm and oh so creamy teen boy cum.

   Brett shuddered through the very intense orgasm, actually surprised at
it's staggering forcefulness, then, sagged weakly, his heart hammering in
his chest, as he gripped the old man's head in his hands, looking down, as
the old guy sucked the last remnants of his juices from his now wilting
penis, and he gently pulled back, and told the man,

   "Gosh Mister...that really felt awesome...really good...and
thanks...but, I better get my hundred dollars, and get on my new shorts
now, and get back, okay?"

   Not without some difficulty, the old man got to his feet, and extracted
an expensive looking billfold from his pocket, then rifled it, and handed
Brett five crisp twenty dollar bills. He smiled at the boy, and then
stepped back, allowing him to step into the crisp new shorts, and the soft
and elegant pull over, then moved in to give the boy's pretty boyhood a
final squeeze before offering his hand, as he said,

   "Our brief meeting has been amazing, indeed, for an old man like me, and
I wish you all of the best in life, young beauty, I truly do. Our business
is now concluded, and you are free to go."

   Brett shook the offered hand, and nodded his head, then, hurried out of
the room, and back to the cafe, hoping that he had not missed his ride in
his absence.

(To Be Continued)
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