Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2011 15:00:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Lover's Journal (3)

Boy Lover's Journal
By
Storyguy22

(3)

   The pressure in my balls temporarily assuaged, I freshened my drink, and
settled back into the recliner to resume reading the journal, my interest
already heightened as I anticipated the next boy-happening chronicled by
the old guy.

   This next event apparently took place near here as he opened the next
chapter saying:

   "It was a typical clear and sunny summer morning, and I had taken my
third cup of coffee out to the front porch where I sat down on one of my
Adirondack deck chairs. As I sipped the steaming brew, I studied the
shimmering lake, my gaze scanning the Eastern shoreline until I encountered
the small rental cabin on the point that jutted out into the lake. I noted
the stream of smoke rising from the chimney, and I remembered then that the
cabin's owner had mentioned having it rented out this week to some mother
and son duo who were up from the city for some R.& R. My heart skipped a
little beat as I speculated about the visiting boy, wondering his age and
appearance, and of course whether there might somehow be an opportunity for
me to suck his cock. I realized that I was getting a bit ahead of myself
given that it was quite possible that he might be very young, like six or
seven, or even more mature like seventeen or eighteen which was a bit
beyond my personal taste in boys, but it was exciting to hope that he just
as easily could fall right into my preferred bracket of around twelve to
fifteen."

    "Putting my coffee cup down, I moved to the high powered telescope I
kept on the porch for purposes of bird watching, and I aimed the lens at
the small cabin down the shore. I noted the small Kayak lying on the small
front deck, and a nearby life jacket and small cooler that I knew didn't
belong to the cabin owner, and my hopes soared slightly as I envisioned the
boy striking out on his own on the lake, an occurrence that might well
setup a perfect opportunity for me to make contact with him. As if
monitoring my thoughts, the cabin door across the way swung open at just
that moment, and a lone boy emerged, a bag of ice in one hand and a paddle
for the kayak in the other. He closed the door, and moved over to the
cooler which he bent over as he dumped the ice bag into it, and my hungry
gaze settled on the taut perfection of a very nice little ass filling out
the small shorts he was wearing. He straightened then, and turned in my
direction, and I used the telescope to quickly give him the once over, my
cock stirring behind my shorts as I realized that he was a cute and slender
boy of maybe thirteen. The shorts and a pair of flip-flops were the extent
of his clothing, and a small smile crossed my face as I zeroed the
telescope onto his crotch area and noted the clearly bulges of his
boy-treasures filling out the small shorts nicely. His bare chest was silky
smooth and suntanned, and from this distance I guessed him to be about
five-five or so, and lean, maybe 110 or there about. He had dark brown hair
that was nicely cut, and from what I could tell, he was decidedly cute. He
picked up the life vest and tossed it and the cooler into the kayak, and
then he muscled the small boat off the deck, and into the lake. Moving
down, he stepped into it, and used one foot to push off, and then he
quickly sat down, and began to paddle out on the still lake. I watched the
muscles of his arms and shoulders flex with the strain of the paddle, and I
was pleased that he seemed to be following the shoreline in my direction. I
hurried back inside and refilled my mug, and then ambled down the short
path to the water's edge, sipping coffee as I eagerly awaited his approach
to my position."

   "Some ten or twelve minutes later he slewed up in front of me, his head
turning toward me as I lifted a hand in a small wave, and he smiled sweetly
as he worked the paddle to stop the kayak as he returned my wave, and
called out a hello. I said good morning, and we chatted a bit, and I
offered him a coffee. He demurred, saying he wanted to do a lap of the lake
first, but when he had done that he would return and take me up on the
offer if it could be a soda rather than coffee. I heartily agreed, and he
dug the paddle into the water again, smiling at me once more as he shoved
off. I watched him go, then went back up to sit on the porch and wait for
his return, my mind churning with the possibilities that might present once
I had him in my lair."

   "About forty-five minutes later I spotted him coming straight up the
center of the lake, directly at me, and in another five minutes his kayak
slid up on the shore below me. I stood, and gave him a wave, and he waved
back with another of his stunning smiles as he clamored out of the small
craft and pulled it higher on the shore. He walked up the short path, and
climbed the steps to my porch, and he stopped at the landing, watching me
closely as I let my eyes drift over his splendid young body, the gaze quite
naturally lingering at those delicious boy-bulges behind the snug little
shorts. As my eyes finally managed to meet his I could have sworn I
detected a knowing little smirk, but that was probably my own wishful
thinking stemming from my eagerness to cut through the usual waltzing
around and get right down to the business at hand, to wit; my sucking him
off to a nice load of warm boy-cum. He smiled again, and said something
about being ready for that soda now, so I motioned for him to have a seat
while I went to fetch one for him. He moved over to the deck chair that
faced my own, and he settled in, stretching his very well formed legs out
in front of him, a pose that only served to further show the outline of his
treasures against the small shorts. I hurried inside, and then returned
with a cold Coke which I handed him before taking my seat opposite. We
chatted, traded names, etc, and I did my best to not be horribly blatant
about my ogling of his very interesting bulges."

   "As we chatted and I more and more openly eyed the fleshy tube of his
young cock and the intriguing bulge of his tender balls I learned that he
was indeed thirteen years of age, an only child of a single mom, and that
he had just graduated eighth grade. His name was Cody, and he was having a
really good time on this trip to the lake except that there was a bit of an
issue regarding the level of privacy required by a thirteen year old boy
sharing a really tiny cabin with his mom. I chuckled at that small lament,
and indicated my understanding, and his comment went a long way toward
elevating my hopes regarding the outcome of this encounter. I was not,
however, anywhere close to ready for his next remark wherein he simply
asked me why I was so obviously checking out his "stuff." I was only taken
aback briefly by the inquiry, and then I replied with equal frankness, "I'm
checking out your "stuff" because I really hope that you will let me see
it, touch it, and suck it off." His eyes widened slightly at that, and then
a slow grin painted over his sweet face as he responded, "Why don't you
show me your bedroom?"

   "I was astounded, amazed at my luck in coming across back to back boys
who were apparently as eager for action as I was, but I quickly recovered,
and complied, taking Cody by the hand and leading him into my bedroom. Once
there, he lost a bit of his earlier bravado, but he shyly stood there and
let my run my hands over his lovely young body, so smooth and soft. I
massaged his small dark nipples, and bent to lick and suck each in turn as
I dropped my hand down to fondle his now rigid boyhood, all of which
elicited small groans of delight from Cody. I dropped to my knees before
him, and eased the shorts down his coltish legs, and his proud young
erection sprang free, pointing nearly straight out from a soft thatch of
sparse brown pubes at its base. It was gorgeous, a nice four+ inches of
pulsing boyhood with a flared, neatly circumcised knob that glistened with
wetness. The tube was smooth as glass with a couple of veins visible
swollen with blood and excitement, and his balls were just perfect, plump
and held high in a hairless pink pouch nestled between his smooth
thighs. My mouth drooled as I grasped his rock hard cock in my hand,
stroking it as I used the other hand to fondle his balls, and his narrow
hips bucked back and forth as he uttered another series of low groans of
pleasure. I played with that incredible young cock and balls for a long
time, and when he oozed forth a tear drop of clear fluid I lapped it away
with my tongue, savoring the tartness of his essence as he gasped loudly. I
smiled at his abject excitement, and idly wondered if he had ever
experienced any of this pleasure before, and then dismissed the thought as
irrelevant because he was surely gong to experience it now, and with that,
I leaned in, and slid his perfect boy-cock into my drooling mouth and began
sucking him. Ah yes, I thought, in boy heaven once more, this steely hard
shaft of young flesh gliding effortlessly in and out of my mouth as I
bobbed over it, relishing the myriad the scents and flavors that washed
over me as I sucked him, my fingers busy with his tender balls and the firm
little globes of his pretty ass. If there is any kind of down side to
sucking a boys cock it is that they are typically really short on stamina,
a result of their eagerness to reach the ultimate peak of ejaculation,
their shortness of maturity not allowing them to strive to prolong the
pleasure of getting there, and young Cody proved no exception. I had
drooled and slobbered over him less than ten minutes when he groaned deeply
and rolled up onto the balls of his feet as his hips bucked forward, and he
ejaculated a strong bevy of powerful spurts of sweet boy-honey into my
mouth. My God, his semen was completely delicious, completely absent of the
typical salty flavor, or tartness, and I swilled the elixir in my mouth
before gulping it down. I slid his wilting penis out of my mouth, and
licked and sucked the head as the final dribbles presented, and he
shuddered from head to toe, a loud sigh of contentment escaping his lungs
in a whooshing noise. I looked up at him, and grinned, my tongue washing
over my cummy lips and he giggled sweetly. I stood, and took his hand,
leading him to the bed where we lie down together, and as I pulled him
close and held him I gushed about his amazing cock and balls, and the
sweetness of his offering, and he all but purred happily, a clearly
contented boy."

   " To my great delight that contentment was short lived, and in another
few minutes I was once more engaged in the delightful task of sucking young
Cody to a second stunning ejaculation, and then a third, and, as the sun
sunk low enough on the horizon to cause him to feel he needed to get going,
a delicious fourth."

   "He sadly got his little shorts back on, and I walked him back to his
kayak and pushed him off shore, waving as he paddled away, and then I
returned to my bed to relive it all, feverishly bringing myself to two
powerful orgasms of my own, and then my thoughts automatically returned to
future contacts and conquests. There are, after all, an awful lot of young
boys out there pining for my special attentions, and I didn't want to
disappoint any of them."

   I put the journal down, my cock once again throbbing painfully in my
shorts as I reflected on how much envy I was feeling for Mr. B.L. and his
incredible life style.

(To Be Continued)
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