Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2011 15:04:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Boy Lover's Journal (2)

A Boy Lover's Journal
By
Storyguy22

(2)

   After a quick dinner I squared away the kitchen, and then headed back to
my recliner, and some journal reading. The passage I had reviewed earlier
had been such a turn-on that I had needed to stop my reading and relieve
the pressure in my balls, and now I was eager to continue the old guys
adventures as chronicled in his amazing journal. I steeled in with an after
dinner highball to sip on, and opened the notebook to the second event he
had listed.

   It seems Mr. B.L. got around some during his quest for young prey as
this chapter had apparently taken place, or at least begun, on a beach
somewhere on the coast. My scribe began his entry by describing the
smallish coastal town of his current local, and his vivid descriptions of
the nearby sugar-sand beaches and rolling surf made me want to visit the
ocean. It occurred to me as I read that Mr. B.L. might well have had some
professional writing in his background given his rather eloquent prose and
his excellent powers of description; I actually imagined that I could smell
the sea and hear the gently breaking waves as I read. He eventually reached
the meat of the matter if you will forgive the awful pun, and he began this
way:

   "For two full days following my arrival in the beach town I simply
walked around, doing due diligence to my task of finding the right boy. I
was quite pleased with the high number of prospects I spotted during my
little reconnaissance mission, and for once it seemed that my only real
problem in recruitment would be that of making my decision regarding which
of the bevy of young and very hot boys I would choose to make my move
on. Boys were seemingly everywhere about town, and certainly they were in
abundance on the beaches, and it was there that I decided to concentrate my
time in culling one from the herds. On the morning of the third day I
dressed in shorts, a tee shirt, and sandals, filled a small cooler with
cold drinks and snacks, grabbed my digital camera, and headed to the nearby
beach parking area. After parking, I went down on the sand and took a slow
walk down the full length of the beautiful beach, scoping all the young
beauties as I went, and there were probably around twenty prospects
scattered along the half-mile or so strip of sand. They were in small
groups of three or four, and in pairs, even a few loners all just enjoying
a great day at the beach, lying in the warm sun and tossing footballs and
Frisbees, and it kind of saddened me knowing that while I would like
nothing better than to round them all up and haul them off to my hotel
room, I probably wouldn't have near the stamina that would require. It was,
however, a lovely thought."

   I finally settled in, sitting down at a wooden picnic table at the back
edge of the beach where I set down the cooler, and picked up my
camera. Over the next half hour or so I pretended to be taking a lot of
snapshots of the coastal scenery and the rolling surf, when in reality I
was using the telephoto camera lens to glean close up images of several
boys whom I considered the cream of the crop. There was one lad in
particular who had caught my fancy, and I began to concentrate my photo
work on him as he danced gracefully over the sand, tossing and catching a
football with a friend."

   "He was a beauty, definitely, lithe and graceful in his movements, and
boy-model pretty in appearance. I guessed him to maybe fourteen tops, with
a slim and tanned body that was just beginning to take on some definition,
the toned muscles of his arms and shoulders flexing smoothly with his
physical efforts as he tossed the ball. He had light brown hair, a regular
shock of it which looked as though he had been in swimming repeatedly, and
I estimated him to be maybe five-five or six and around 120 pounds. His
only clothing was a pair of bright blue shorts with some sort of tropical
flowers printed on them, and the mid-thigh length garment clung nicely to
his firm thighs, his very bubbly little butt, and the always intriguing
bulges at his crotch. When he stood still long enough I was able to zero
the lens on his smooth chest and his dark round nipples, and even once or
twice I managed to zoom in on those fascinating of boy-treasures that moved
around interestingly behind the shorts. Yes, I thought, this one will
definitely do; in fact, he is as of now my prime target."

   Some time passed, and the day grew warmer, so I dug into my cooler for a
drink, and just as I sat back up that football my prey had been tossing
came flying in to hit my table, and then bounce up into the air before I
managed to grab it. The boy came bounding across the sand in pursuit, and
as he skidded to a stop at my table, he had grinned at me sheepishly, and
mumbled an apology for the intrusion. I smiled right back at him, my
sunglass hidden eyes quickly flickering over his concealed treasures, and
then I handed him his ball, and offered him a cold soda, mentioning in my
subtle way that he "looked hot." He glanced over to where his friend
waited, and he made a "come here" gesture with his arm, and my hopes sank a
bit that my opening opportunity with him might be lost. But, as luck would
have it, his friend shook him off, yelling something about needing to get
going, and with a wave, he jogged off down the beach. I looked up at my
cutie, and then gestured for him to have a seat, and with a small shrug, he
dropped his cute butt onto the bench opposite me, and I handed him a soda
which he eagerly popped open, and then glugged down about half of it."

   I watched him gulping, my eyes taking in his pert little nipples and the
complete smoothness of his chest and flat tummy, and as he lowered the
drink can, he flashed me another of his mega-watt smiles. His eyes were a
stunning azure shade of blue, and his smile revealed rows of perfect and
glistening teeth, and I noticed tiny dimples on each of his slightly
flushed cheeks. If the boy's creamy skin had ever seen a razor it was
seldom, and this close up view of him caused me think he might be a bit
younger than I originally thought, maybe more like thirteen. In any event,
we chatted easily, and he responded to my gentle probes which I craftily
articulated to make clear my interest in him, and also to pay him some
subtle compliments regarding his stunning good looks, his physical
condition, and his obvious athletic prowess. All these things are commonly
enjoyed by young boys, especially boys like this one who exude a certain
confidence, a realization that they are above average and in some ways
special."

   "As we drank a second soda, I continue to take the occasional snapshot,
and he eventually asked me if I was a photographer, which allowed me the
opportunity to ask him if he ever did modeling, that he was certainly
boy-model material. He flushed slightly at the suggestion, or at the
comment, or both, and then he gave a small shrug of those soft shoulders,
and shook his head, saying that he had never thought about it. I told him
that I would love to take some shots of him with the beach and ocean as a
backdrop, and without much more prodding, he was up and posing for me as
though he had done it forever. We moved about the beach, changing the
backdrops for my shots, and I even had him go into the surf for a few. My
aim there was, of course, to get those hot little shorts of his wet and
clingy, and the ploy worked perfectly. As I motioned him from the water I
focused the camera directly on his crotch, and was amply rewarded as he
waded ashore, the soaked material clearly defining a very well proportioned
young cock and bulge of balls. I was practically drooling for him now,
suddenly aware that this boy was seriously packing for one of his tender
years, and I was eager now to take things up a notch, anxious to find some
way to see this lovely boy naked and in all of his teen glory. As deftly as
possible I managed to steer us away from the surf, and further up toward
the back of the beach where I had earlier noted a series of dunes that
would offer some degree of privacy, and once we were safely hidden behind a
mound of sand, I began encouraging him to strike more risqué poses, even
getting him to push the front of his shorts low enough for me to see the
beginnings of a swath of silky pubes at his snow white groin. He seemed to
really get into the posing, especially now that we more or less alone, and
if I had felt a bit more comfortable that no one would invade that fragile
privacy I would have seriously hit on him then and there. But the risk
seemed to great, so I instead tried a more direct, if risky, approach by
directly asking him how he might like to make some cash by coming to my
hotel, and letting me get a few shots of him nude." It was, I knew, pretty
much make-or-break, and I held my breath for his reaction. He chewed on the
idea a moment, and then he flashed that killer grin again and asked me how
much cash, which I quickly responded to with an offer of a hundred dollars
for several nude shots of him. He giggled nervously, and blushed prettily
as he simply nodded his head, and said ok. Eureka, I nearly shouted, this
pretty boy is mine!"

   "As we drove to the hotel, we resumed our earlier easy banter wherein I
found out that his name was Robby, and he was in fact fourteen, his
birthday having been about three weeks back, and that he was going to start
high school in the coming fall. He was in town visiting an Aunt, and would
be going home at the end of the week. He allowed as how his Aunt let him
pretty much wander at will so long as he was home by five o'clock, which
gave us over three hours together at the hotel. Perfect for my purposes. We
arrived at the hotel, and walked to my room, and went inside. I threw the
security lock bar, and hung the do not disturb sign, and then went to the
mini-bar for more drinks. Robby went into the bathroom, and when he
emerged, I was ready, and started snapping his picture as he giggled, and
preened around the room for me. When I quietly asked him to take off the
shorts, he hemmed and hawed some, saying that he wasn't really sure about
having his naked photo's show up online someplace, so I decided to just
level with him, and I told him that as gorgeous as he was, and as sexy as I
found him to be, all that I really wanted was to get him naked, and hard,
and to suck him off until he shot his cum into my mouth. That, the hundred
dollars, and a ride home worked just fine for me."

   "Here I was again holding my breath for his response, not really sure
why I was being so uncharacteristically bold with this particular boy, but
my fears vanished as I heard him utter, and I think I quote him here,
"Really...?...you want to suck me off...?...and have my spooge in your
mouth...wow...okay, Dude...deal!"

   "It was a truly amazing moment, certainly one I will never forget, and
my excitement suddenly welled up inside me, and I just simply dropped to my
knees before this young Adonis, and tugged those shorts down his legs, and
off. I may have actually gasped, I can't be sure, but I certainly deserved
to if I did as his breathtaking body came fully into my view. He was simply
perfect in every way, flawless and sculpted, with a boy-cock for the ages,
and beyond. Simply put, the boy was hung, a meaty spear of cut young
boyhood jutting a good 6+ inches off his lightly haired groin, easily two
inches in circumference, and standing proudly erect above a nice plump
scrotum filled with acorn sized balls full of yummy boy-honey!.My pulse
raced, and I had trouble breathing as I knelt and stared hungrily at his
beauty, and then the scent of him washed over me, making me light headed,
and I know I groaned aloud when I reached out and closed my hand around
that marvelous pulsing shaft. So warm and smooth, and as hard as steel, it
throbbed in my grip as I began to slowly stroke him, telling him how
amazing his cock was as I used my other hand to tug and roll his full
balls. He was gasping and groaning as I rubbed his cock, and when I leaned
in and licked it base to tip he moaned deeply, and then again as I slid it
into my warm, wet mouth and sucked it. My hand still busy at his balls. Up
and down I bobbed, savoring his youthful taste, the lingering saltiness of
the ocean still discernible, and in moments his marrow hips began to buck
back and forth. I was torn, part of me wanting this to last to millennium
and another part of me wanting his gushing warmth to flood my drooling
mouth. On and on I went, a man possessed, sucking his rigid cock, and
occasionally licking and sucking his tender balls, and then it all boiled
over, Robby grunting loudly as he thrust sharply forward, and ejaculated a
huge offering of warm, sweet boy nectar into my mouth. Sharp spurts of it
shot into me, two, three, four, and then weaker dribbles as I swallowed it
down, thinking that I had never had a boy shoot so much cum before. And it
was like nectar, as sweet and creamy as only teenage cum can be, and when
it ended, I continued to suckle that thick piece of meat, the tangy
aftertaste of his offering giving me chills."

   "We staggered to the bed then, and collapsed onto it, and I held the
boy, my hand stroking his smooth back and little butt, and when his young
cock recovered a short time later, I sucked him off again, the experience
every bit as compelling as the first, and the result being equally as
copious, and delicious. And then it was over, Robby climbing back into hi
shorts, and then my driving him home to his Aunts, or at least close by. We
said our goody by's, and I slipped the hundred into his shorts, the move
allowing me one final fondling of that incredible young cock, and then he
was gone. I drove back to my hotel, a wide smile on my face the whole way."

   I closed the notebook, my rigid cock oozing steadily into my wet shorts,
and without bothering with the trip to the bedroom, I dug out my cock and
jerked off a huge load right there in the chair.

(To be Continued)
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