Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2008 13:20:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy at myDoor (4)

Boy at my Door
By
Storyguy22

(4)


   As I had waited for the shower temperature to adjust it had occurred to
me that it might be best to keep the shared shower on a mostly hygienic
level. Nolan's young gonads had been subjected to a pretty extreme workout
this afternoon and I worried that there might be some lingering affects of
all this ejaculatory exercise once the boy had gone on his way and the
excitement level waned.

   As we stepped into the large stall I was actually impressed with myself
for the nobility of that notion, but once my lathered hands began roaming
over his silky smoothness all that nobility quickly dissipated right along
with the steam from the hot shower. There is just something about touching
all the nooks and crannies of a naked fourteen year old boy that does not
lend itself to much in the way of nobility, and, judging from the renewed
rigidity of Nolan's boyhood, he wasn't the least bit concerned with the
well being of his tender sperm makers either, other than perhaps having to
do with the their next issue of his creamy nectar.

   Closing my fist around the shaft of his rock hard penis, I marveled once
more at the steel-like stiffness of it as I gently pushed it down to a
position of ninety degrees from his milky groin, and then released it,
chuckling as the rigid rod quickly slapped upward against his abdomen with
an audible slap. He giggled, and I grasped it again, milking its smooth
length as I teased him about his hard boy nail. In response, he pumped his
narrow hips back and forth, forcing his erection to slide through my
hand. I dropped my other hand down between his creamy thighs and gently
cupped his dangling balls, rolling the small nuggets with my fingers as he
shuddered, and made a low moaning sound. I pumped his boyhood a bit longer,
and continued fondling his nuts, and then I let it all go as I gripped his
shoulders, and turned him to face the water spray, eradicating the soapy
lather I had covered him in.

   He turned his face up, letting the warm water cascade over his face and
torso, as I ran the soap bear over the smooth skin of his shoulders and
back. I dropped to a knee then, and soaped up his coltish legs, and I slid
my hand between his thighs to once more cup his hairless pouch. While I
toyed with his balls I dipped the middle finger of my other hand into his
snug little butt crease, and located his little pucker, prodding at it with
my fingertip. He spread his legs wider, and placed his palms flat against
the wall of the shower stall, then thrust his pretty butt backward, all but
pushing the delicious little mounds into my face. I leaned into that tight
little butt and licked his firm mounds, even nipping at the firm globes
gently with my teeth. I let my finger toy with his treasure a bit, and then
took a mound of succulent flesh in each hand, spreading him open, and I
actually groaned when his tiny pucker came into view. Extending my tongue,
I pressed my face into him, and licked his pink opening, my tongue washing
over it rapidly as he chirped loudly,

   "AGggg shit...man...that feels SOOoooo good...!"

   Encouraged, I worked my tongue around his treasure, and managed to
actually penetrate his tightness as best I could while I reached around
him, and once more worked his rigid boyhood. When the soap began getting
into my mouth, I was forced to abandon my tongue washing of his tight
entrance, and I stood up, again turning the boy around to let the shower
rinse the soap away. His ample nail poked straight out, and it actually
bounced in sync with his pulses, and I was once again struck with its
sculpted perfection. It occurred to me that were one to Google search a
word stream along the lines of "perfect young teen penis" the result would
likely be a digital image of Nolan's throbbing erection. Unable to resist
the compelling temptation his glistening nakedness presented, I gripped his
rigid boyhood in my fist, and used it to lead him over to the wide vanity
at the sink.

   Releasing his penis, I slid my hands into his creamy underarms, and
easily lifted him up as I sat his bare little butt down on the counter
top. He looked at me, smiling, but his face belying his uncertainty about
what I was up to, and I winked at him as I settled myself onto the closed
lid of the toilet. This position put me about eye-level with his pretty
boyhood, and I paused a moment to fully appreciate his treasures from this
close up vantage point. It really wasn't a matter of size, his penis was
actually only slightly larger than one might expect to find on a fourteen
year old boy, but it was the totally perfect form of it that made it stand
out. Fairly narrow in girth at its base, the shaft tapered slightly wider
as it went to the knob-like head, and the several small veins that were
swelled with blood flow stood out in some relief to the otherwise satin
smooth skin that covered the rigid tissue beneath. The head itself
literally invited a good tongue bath, as the tiny slit at its center
glistened in the bright room light as his flowing juices oozed steadily
from it. His sparse growth of pubic hair splayed across his milky white
groin, and his plump scrotum swelled between his smooth inner thighs,
hairless and covered in tight crinkly wrinkles of pink toned skin. To say
that the boy's treasures were beautiful was akin to calling Tiger Woods a
"fair" golfer and I caved in totally to the compulsion to once more have
him in my mouth. Leaning slightly forward, I ran my tongue across the
slightly purple tinted head, capturing the most recent offering of his
tasty precum, and he leaned back onto his hands, lifting his small hips a
bit to meet my mouth as it descended along the length of his erection.

   Bobbing my head, I steadily sucked him, my mouth flooding with saliva as
his fresh boyish flavors teased over my taste buds. I worked him steadily,
as I ran my fingers lightly along his smooth inner thighs, and his hips
bucked back and forth to match the bobbing of my head and I savored the low
noises he was making in his throat as the waves of pleasure coursed through
his slender frame. Sensing his rapidly mounting excitement, I backed off
his rigid penis, and dropped lower to lick his tender ball sac, my tongue
tracing each grape sized orb in turn before I opened my mouth and carefully
sucked each of his balls in turn, moving between them as Nolan cooed
happily above me.

   I orally assaulted his nuggets, and alternated that with licking upward
on the shaft of his erection, and every now and again I engulfed his
hardness into my throat, and in very short order the boy was panting loudly
between his throaty groans of pleasure. Acting on a sudden impulse, I
pressed my palm against his smooth chest and urged him to lie back, in
effect stretching out along the length of the vanity. He complied, his
coltish legs first spreading, and then when he caught on to my intention,
he pulled them up, bending them so that his knees nearly rested on his
heaving chest, and his pink core once more rolled into view, causing me to
release a groan of my own. I burrowed in quickly, tonguing the snug little
orifice repeatedly as he tugged at my hair with his hands, and I quickly
found a rhythm, alternating between lapping his tasty little hole and
sucking his dangling balls, and his rampant erection.

   He was emitting a steady cadence of soft moans and his breathing was
increasingly rapid and shallow, and on another impulse, I fumbled around at
the vanity drawer, pulling it open to retrieve the tube of K-Y I kept handy
there. Still tongue-washing his delicious treasures, I managed to anoint my
fingers with the slippery gel, and as I once more captured his rigid
boyhood deeply into my mouth, I pressed a greased finger against the tight
little pucker. He tensed momentarily, and then relaxed, allowing my finger
to slip past his tight ring of resistance, and slip effortlessly into his
gripping sheath all the way to the last knuckle. I could feel his inner
muscles clamp down on my finger, and then relax before once more clamping
tightly against my digit, and I began moving it in and out of his soft warm
tunnel as I bobbed over his drooling boyhood. I located the small nubbin of
his prostate, and I pressed against the small nut, stroking it back and
forth, and Nolan went crazy with lust as his hips bucked forcefully as he
strived to maintain the maddening contact with his most sensitive spot, and
I tasted his steadily flowing juices coat my tongue. The way he was panting
and humping his hips told me that his crescendo was rapidly approaching,
and I continued to prod his tender sweet spot as I redoubled my efforts at
sucking his drooling erection. Another minute at most, and he was a goner,
his slender body suddenly convulsing wildly as he tried desperately to rip
the hair from my head as his hips thrust upward so sharply that his cute
little ass lifted totally off of the vanity top as he let out a
high-pitched wail. I felt his boy nail throb strongly in spasm a split
second before his sweet and creamy nectar erupted, flooding my already
filled mouth to overflowing as his balls delivered their fourth offering of
the afternoon, surprisingly not losing anything significant in terms of
volume.

   I gulped as rapidly as I could in a futile effort to keep up with the
veritable flood of boy-honey that spilled into my mouth, and felt the
dribbles of overflow run from the corners of my mouth as Nolan finally
stopped spewing, his penis suddenly deflating to softness as I continued to
gently suckle it. His pert butt dropped back onto the vanity, and I heard
him gasping for breath as his balled fists beat at my shoulders, and I
reluctantly let his soft treasure slip from my mouth as I sat up
straight. He blinked at me repeatedly, his sweet face flushed with redness
as he continued to swallow huge gulps of air, and I gave him another little
wink as I made a production of smacking my lips, and tonguing my cummy
lips, and he grinned at me as he furrowed his smooth and sweating brow as
he managed a breathless,

    "WOWwwww...that was...freaking...intense...totally...intense...!"

   I chuckled, nodding my complete agreement as I replied,

   "You think...?!"

   It has oft been said that all good things must eventually come to an
end, and another half hour found Nolan and me pretty much back where we had
begun this most incredible of afternoons as we stood once more in my entry
foyer. He was fully dressed in the still slightly warm clothes I had
removed from my dryer, and he had contacted his Mom, arranging to meet her
at the corner of my street. I had to chuckle as I had eavesdropped on him
telling her that he was just fine, that a kind older lady had provided him
refuge from the sudden down pour of the afternoon, and I smiled as he
excitedly informed her that he had been able to complete more than his
share of the fund raising effort when making his rounds. The part he chose
to leave out of that report was that I, his "older lady" of refuge had
happily purchased all of his remaining fodder relative to the fund raiser.

   We stood silently looking into each others eyes for a moment, and then
he stepped into my outstretched arms as I hugged his slender frame tightly,
and kissed the soft and fragrant hair on the top of his head. He pulled
back slightly, and looked up at me, smiling broadly as he said very softly,

   "Thanks for everything, Rob...for buying up all of my coupons,
and...well, for...for the most amazing day ever...!"

   Unable to resist, I leaned in and stole one last taste of that lush and
delicious little mouth, and then told him,

   "Trust me when I tell you, little dude, that the pleasure was all
mine...anytime you find yourself stuck in a down pour...or stuck with more
fund raising...or just in need of draining a backup of that delicious
essence of yours...drop on by...!"

   He blushed prettily, giggling softly at my remarks, and then he was
gone. I watched him move quickly down my walk, and then turn toward the
corner, finally disappearing behind a stand of trees. I shook my head,
still kind of wondering if the whole thing might have been nothing more
than a dream, but as I stepped back inside and closed the door I found the
evidence Nolan had left me to cement the reality of the afternoon...sitting
on top of my dryer was that very sexy pair of little red briefs...!

The End
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