Date: Wed, 15 Jun 2005 15:02:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: bussboy dreamboy (3)

I waited until about 10:00 o'clock the next morning before dialing Ryan's
cell. I was sure he was going to be suffering the lingering affects of too
much beer last night, so, even though I was anxious to be sure he was OK, I
cut him some slack.

He picked up after only 2 rings, so I figured I probably had not woken
him. His voice sounded more chipper than I expected. "Hey, it's Ryan!" He
chirped into the phone, and I smiled, just hearing the melodic tone of his
young voice caused my dick to stir inside my shorts. "Hey, Hotshot....how's
your morning going?" I asked him. He chuckled softly, and answered, "Ok,
actually...probably better than I deserve!" My turn to chuckle at that, and
I replied, "Very true, Dude...what you deserve is a hangover from hell!" He
laughed again, saying, "Guess so, huh...uh...since I woke up in my own bed,
I'm guessing it's you that got me there...?" Hmm, I thought, seems to be a
small memory lapse here. "Guilty as charged!" I answered. Another soft
chuckle, then, "Thought so....and..... thanks, Dude...I owe `ya one!"
Remembering our banter last night regarding the number of times I had
subtly brushed his young cock, I quipped, "More like 5, or 6, as I recall,
actually!" No response to that, so I chalked it up to the memory lapse, and
let it go.

"Well, you had quite the grand time last night, Dude...at what point does
it all fade for you?" I asked him. Another short pause, and I assumed he
was searching his beer fogged memory, then, "Uh...let's see...a
party...beer...lots of noise, and people...uh...oops....some chick, too, I
think...am I right on any of this..?" I chuckled, and answered,
"Yup...pretty much...anything else..?" Another short beat, and he went on,
"Not really...some kinda serious making out, maybe....but...it must have
been a wash...still way too horny to have scored....whatever..." he trailed
off. A picture of his precum soaked bikini flashed through my mind briefly,
and my cock twitched again as I recalled the sight of his bulging package
in the small garment as I had undressed him last night, getting him into
his bed.  "Yea....sad to say, you have that part right, too....the chick
sort of freaked out on you at the last minute...bummer!" He laughed, and
mumbled, "Story of my freeking life, Dude...no sweat...I handled it, as
usual!" Another quick picture flashed across my mind...Ryan...waking
up...fuzzy headed, and horny as a 2 peckered goat...rock hard teen cock
aching...wrapping his fist around that sweet meat...stroking...creamy boy
cumm jetting out...streaking that soft little tummy with his warm
nectar...oh man..! I adjusted my stiff cock again, and went on, "Cool...the
ever dependable right hand...always a boy's best friend...!" He giggled,
but made no reply.

"OK, Champ....I just wanted to be sure you had passed out, and come to, and
were still among the living." I told him, "I'm out of here...lot's to do
today before work....I'm not so lucky as you, to have the night off!" He
sighed, then said, "Josh...seriously....thanks for getting me
home....and...in bed...and...uh...well, you know!" I chuckled, then
answered, "My pleasure Champ...now I can brag that I got you into bed!" He
giggled again, and said, "You are SUCH a perv!" I laughed, thinking to
myself, if he only knew the half of it!

As we wound up the conversation, I asked him if he would like to go out for
Sunday breakfast tomorrow, and he jumped all over the invite. We made plans
that I would pick him up at 10:00, said our goodbye's, and hung up. I
grabbed my keys, and locked up, then set about my Saturday chores.

Work was busy, but definitely lacking for Ryan's presence. I found myself
missing our easy banter, and the smooth rhythm that we had developed in
taking care of our customers. I went through the motions in an automatic
sort of way, and was unusually pleased when the shift ended. I clocked out,
drove home, and parked the Mustang. Before going into my apartment, I took
a quick walk around the main house, checking that all was well, as is my
habit when the landlords are out of town, or in the present case, out of
the country. As I cut across the large pool area heading for my place, the
idea crossed my mind that maybe Ryan would be interested in coming back
here after breakfast to do some poolside time, and swim. Taking the thought
a bit deeper into my slightly demented mind, I flashed on his earlier
comments about having been on the swim team, and hoped against hope that he
still favored his team Speedo's for swimming! God, I chided myself, this
boy is seriously pushing all of my bottled up buttons!

I rolled out of bed in the morning, and brewed up a pot of coffee. I filled
a glass with OJ, and wandered over to the pool. The day was going to be a
beauty, not a cloud in sight, and a huge sun ball slowly rising from the
East. The pool was dead calm, the Azure water shimmering in the early
sunlight, and felt perfect, as I sat at the edge, and dangled my legs in
the cool water. I let my thoughts wander to Ryan, and tried to mentally
separate my strong physical attraction for him from the cold, hard facts of
the situation. First, he's not quite 16 years old and I'm rapidly nudging
up against 25.  That, in itself, should be ringing alarm bells in my
head. Second, I really don't have any evidence that he's interested in gay
sex. His half-drunk effort with the girl at the party demonstrated his
desire to get into her panties, but, being an admitted virgin, that is what
his upbringing has told him he is supposed to want. Hell, I used to think
that, too, at 15. Well, sort of. Third, and most intriguing, is that I have
made several verbal thrusts with him, not really masking my attraction for
his ripe young body, and he hasn't freaked in the least. Even my subtle
contact with his cock didn't go un-noticed, or freak him, other than his
gentle parlays of calling me a "perv." Next, the boy is obviously super
horny, and definitely eager to have his horns trimmed, and I'm not
convinced that the method, or the sex of the trimmer, really is the salient
point in the equation! So I made a deal with myself, and, I suppose, the
Devil, and decided that I was not going to pour it on the boy, and try to
dazzle him into my bed with all the tricks of experience, but I was
definitely going to continue my gentle come-ons with him, and see where it
went, if anywhere at all. So, no pressure, Josh, just put it out there that
you are more than ready to take the boy to places he has never been, or
imagined, then, let it play itself out. Hell, Dude, you have willfully NOT
gone there for all these years, so what's the real downside, here! Besides,
I made up my mind, I'd rather be lucky, than good, any day!

Back in the apartment, I checked the time, and seeing it was nearly 9:00, I
dialed up Ryan. He answered, that melodic voice bringing a smile to my
face. I ran my pool time idea past him, and he was on it in a heartbeat! My
dirty-old-man mind took it one step further, and I suggested he just bring
along his work uniform, and that we could just go to work right from my
place. He needed to clear that with his Mom, so I held on while he did
that, the answer being in the affirmative. I smiled again, briefly
conjuring up visions of us together, naked, in the shower, happily
lathering up each others gleaming bodies! Easy, Josh, eeeeeaasssy! Feeling
slightly boldened by his enthusiastic response to my suggestions for the
days activities, I said, "Uh...Ry...I don's suppose you still have your old
swim team suit, do you?" A pause on his end, then, a stifled giggle, and,
"Yea...sure...I got, like, tons of `em.....PERV!" I laughed out loud, and
was surprised to feel my face heat up with a serious blush, then replied,
"Yea...well...all part of my many charms, I guess!" He giggled again, and
said, "You want me to wear a Speedo to breakfast, too?" Shit! YESSSSS, my
mind screamed at me, how fucking hot would that be....showing up at a
coffee shop full of Sunday morning families with this hottie boy dressed in
nothing but a bulging speedo and that killer smile! Damn, be a hell of a
lot of Dad's choking on their coffee! "Probably not the best idea,
Dude.....I'll just have to wait until we get back here <loud sigh>!" I
answered. He giggled again, and said, "Gawd.....such a perv....I swear!" We
ended the call, and I moved my erection to a more comfortable position,
then, headed for the Mustang. Suddenly I was eager to have the breakfast
portion of this day finished!

I pulled up in front of his house, and he bounded out the front door. My
heart performed that goofy flip thing when I saw him, his soft hair gently
bouncing with his motion, the killer smile fixed on his almost pretty
face. He was wearing a loose fitting basketball type jersey, baring a fair
portion of his creamy chest, and shoulders, over a snug pair of silky
material shorts, half-socks, and black tennis shoes. He was a vision, to be
sure, and as he skidded to a stop at my window, my eyes were focused
directly on the yummy bulge his boy parts were making in the soft shorts
material. I felt a small jolt deep in my balls, and my mouth watered! He
leaned down, and said, "Hey, Dude...come in a minute...my Mom wants to meet
you, OK?" I smiled back at him, and pushed open the door, saying, "Hey
yourself....OK, sure...!"

Inside, Ryan made the introductions, and I spent a few pleasant minutes
chatting with his Mom. It only took that few minutes to understand where
Ryan had gotten his easy personality, and manner. We briefly chatted about
the restaurant, and she lamented on how much Ryan liked the job there. She
thanked me for taking him under my wing, and I assured her that Ryan's
presence made my work easier, and certainly more pleasant. After a few
minutes, Ryan gathered up a small gym bag, and his work uniform, kissed his
Mom's cheek, and we were off.

I took him to Charlie's, a favorite breakfast haunt of mine that was
operated by 3 Grandma type's in their 70's. Which one of them was Charlie,
I never knew. The food was both delicious, and plentiful, and we attacked
it with vigor. I queried Ryan a bit on his past swim team events, and
successes, as we ate, and managed a couple of small digs regarding his beer
laden behavior Friday night. He blushed prettily several times, and again
painted me with the "perv" label, and I discovered that I was actually
beginning to like that. In fact, I made a small vow to myself to try my
best to live up to the title, at least where he was concerned!

I paid the tab, and tip, and walked back to the Mustang. I had a thought,
and asked Ryan, "Hey, Dude....you have your drivers permit, right?" His
eyes lit up brightly, and he nodded his head, saying, "Yup...for sure!" I
grinned, and tossed him my keys, then headed for the passenger door. Ryan
caught the keys, and his mouth sort of gaped, and he squeaked, "NO
WAY....really...?" I chuckled, and slid into the passenger seat, answering,
"Yes, way....come on, Dude....I'm seriously hot to be checking out that
Speedo thing...let's roll!" He blushed, and slid in under the wheel,
grinning at me, and muttering, "Perv....such...a...freeking..perv..!" I
laughed, and reached over to squeeze his thigh briefly, and said, "Told
ya...guilty!" He giggled, then fired up the car, and pulled out of the lot.

His driving was skilled, and for the most part smooth. The Mustang packed
more power than he was used to, and a few times he squealed the tires when
starting out from a stop. Each time he giggled sweetly, and I mock-chided
him for being a hotdog! I seized the opportunity to get in some quality
visual perving as we drove, and totally enjoyed the movements his snug
crotch bulge provided as he worked his legs between clutch, and
accelerator. One of the better motor trips I had experienced of late!! I
guided him up to the heavy wrought iron gates that fronted the humble abode
of my filthy rich landlords, and reached up to the visor to press the
remote. Ryan waited as the gates swung open, and looked over me, wide eyed,
and said, "Dude!" I chuckled, and waited, as he continued, "No Way....you
freeking live....HERE?" I nodded, and said, "Well, yes, actually....but I
don't own the place!" He continued up the long driveway, and I pointed out
the garage below my less than stellar digs, indicating for him to park
there. He brought the car to a halt, and killed the engine, still looking
at me in disbelief. I briefly explained the domestic situation I enjoyed,
and he shook his head, saying, "Awesome, Josh....damn, Dude....very, very
cool!"

We walked over to the pool area, and Ryan again did a major double-take, as
his eyes scanned the palatial surroundings. The pool was special, to be
sure, the very part time owners having spared no expense on its
creation. Near Olympic sized, it gleamed brightly in the warm sun, a vision
of plaster and expensive tiles. It boasted both a regular diving board, and
a high board, as well as a curving water slide. One side was constructed as
a flowing water fall, with a tiled wall behind it, creating a visual mirage
effect. At one end was an adjoining spa, equipped with a ton of small jets
that churned the water into a hot, bubbling froth when turned on. The
numerous umbrella tables and chairs that circled the pool were ample in
number to comfortably seat a casual group of say, maybe 100, not to mention
the oversized padded lounges that were scattered about. In a shaded corner
of the patio area, stood a wet bar, complete with 8 leather padded stools,
and a refrigerator equal in size to the one I used every day. Located at
the opposite end of the expansive patio was a complete built-in gas grill
large enough to cook probably 50 steaks to perfection at once, and yet
another large fridge.  "Holly shit!" chimed Ryan, summing it all up
succinctly.  I chuckled, and replied, "Exactly!"

We walked back to my apartment, and I showed Ryan to the spare bedroom,
indicating that he could change in there. I really wanted him to change
right here, or any place that I could watch, but I refrained. I went to my
own room, and slipped on some swim trunks, then rounded up a few towels,
put some sodas in the small ice chest, found the sun screen, and baby oil
in the bathroom, adding both to my small poolside accessory bag. Like any
good former Scout, I figured it never hurts to be prepared, right? I
slipped on my sandals, and sat on the sofa, waiting impatiently, for my
stud muffin to return.

Was it worth the wait? Oh my, yes! I sensed a movement from the short
hallway, and looked up. Both time, and my heart, stood absolutely still!
Ryan, boy of my recent sleepless nights, stood slightly awkwardly in the
archway that formed the hall. His hands folded behind him and a sweet,
sheepish look on his slightly blushing face, as his eyes studied the
floor. Clad in the smallest of dark blue Speedo's, a pure white Nike slash
emblazoned on one side, and slip-on sandals. Period....that was
it...possibly 8 inches, give or take, of blue material trying desperately
to conceal 5' 9" of pure boy! What, I asked myself, could be more perfect!
I gazed at the splendor before me with wide agape mouth, and silently
wished a thousand terrible years upon whoever had created the "baggy" look
of current boy's fashion. This, was as the world should be, exactly!

Breathtaking, both figuratively, and literally. That was the only adjective
that even approached doing justice to what my eyes were feasting upon. The
soft hair, gracing his forehead as usual, the almost-too-pretty face, the
flawless, and creamy skin of his upper torso, and the darker areola of his
slightly puffy nipples. Breathtaking! A tiny wrinkle of left over baby fat
gathered at his waist, a soft, and creamy tummy, dotted sweetly with his
inward navel. Breathtaking! And the fullness of the small
Speedo...stretched tautly across his bulging groin, the almost clear
definition of what had to be his balls, tightly held in place by the
stretched material, just under that most special of all
treasures. Breathtaking! His toned, and hairless legs, the solid thigh
muscles defined, and tapering past his knees to trim ankles, and smallish
feet. Breathtaking!

I gulped, and forced my eyes off his package, lifting them, to meet his
deep blue pools. I grinned widely, and made a serious show of smacking my
lips, and rolling my eyes heavenward. He giggled, blushed even more, and
sputtered, "Perv...you...are...such...a....perv...!" I nodded in total
agreement, and said, "Dunno why.....i just finished a monster
breakfast....but, damn....I'm HUNGRY!" he charged me then, racing over the
short distance that separated us, and launching himself at me, driving me
backward onto the sofa, as he pinned me, laughing, and calling me perv,
over and over! He could have called me anything he wanted, as long as he
kept rubbing all of that bare, smooth skin on me!

We finally settled down, and got it together enough to make the short walk
to the pool. Naturally, I followed, all the better to further perv that
cute little Speedo clad butt! As soon as we arrived, Ryan tested the water
with one foot, then, executed a graceful dive into the water. I scooted 2
of the luxury lounges together, and spread out the towels, then laid back,
very much thinking about the old saw that had to do with the Spider, and
the Fly. Wonder why that particular fable occurred to me??

(To Be Continued)
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