Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2005 13:59:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: BusBoy DreamBoy (5)

I cranked up the shower, peeled off my trunks, and stepped into the stall.
I glanced in the mirror as I did, and smiled, to briefly catch Ryan's
reflection. Ha! Sitting on the edge of my recliner, intently watching the
slightly steamed over mirror, just as I had, when it had been his turn in
the shower! I'll be damned, I thought to myself, there just might be more
mutual interest here than I had thought! Oh, please God!

I showered quickly, not daring to spend the desired time soaping my
half-hard cock. Having spent the afternoon ogling the near naked boy had my
nuts fully charged, and even the smallest of direct stimulation was sure to
produce the obvious result! I rinsed, and turned off the spray, then
stepped out of the stall. My eyes flicked quickly to the mirror, and
registered that Ryan had not vacated his perch, so I paused, well within
his view, and reached for a towel. I was pretty much sideways to his view,
and was sure, if he was looking at the mirror, he could plainly see my semi
erect cock rising above my balls, and one taut cheek of my ass.

Seizing the towel off the rack, I did another quick glance at the steamed
glass, and saw that he was indeed carefully watching the mirror through the
partially open door. Feeling bold, I stepped back a step, and turned,
facing my naked body into the open portion of the door, and lifted the
towel to my head, and began drying my hair. The towel sagged over my face,
so I couldn't be sure he was still looking, but if so, he now had an
unencumbered view of the parts of my anatomy that I was so willing to share
with him! Not wanting to be patently obvious, coupled with the fact that
the mere act of flashing him this way was rapidly changing my semi-erection
to the real deal, I stepped away, moving, behind the door.

I toweled off, and wrapped the towel around my waist, then walked out of
the bathroom. Still sitting on the edge of my recliner, Ryan looked up as I
walked past him, and I noted with great satisfaction the slight flush in
his creamy cheeks, and the nicely tented crotch of his work shorts! "Be
ready in a flash, Sport, don't go away!" I told him as I headed down the
hallway. He started to reply, but his voice cracked, and whatever it was
that he said came out as a little croak. Hmmm, I thought, gotcha,
stud-muffin!

I got into my shorts and shirt, then, put on clean white half-socks, and
white tenny's. I tidied up my hair, grabbed my wallet, ID card, and keys,
then, joined Ryan. As I entered the living room, he looked at me, and I saw
both the very focused gaze he had leveled at my crotch, and then, the twin
scarlet spots on his cheeks. I grinned, and said, "Duty calls,
Hotstuff....you ready?" He stood, and made a minor adjustment at his crotch,
then said, Uh huh....I am.....uh....ready...!" Ohhh Baby, I said to myself, I
soooo hope that you are!!

I locked up, and again tossed Ryan the car keys, and strapped myself into
the passenger seat. He climbed in, and fired up the Mustang, cautiously
making his way down the long driveway to the gates. He pressed the remote,
and the gates slid silently open. "Man, Josh.....this place so rocks...I
really hope we can hang out here again, sometime!" I chuckled, thinking of
the fable that deals with the spider, and the fly, and answered, "Sure
thing, Hotsuff....absolutely.... we will do that!" He pulled out into traffic
then, and deftly guided the Mustang to the restaurant, and parked. We
locked the car, clocked in, and donned our aprons, prepared once again to
dazzle the evenings dining patrons with our ballet of servitude. The
evening passed quickly, and in no time we were clocked out, and back in the
Mustang, bound for Ryan's house. This was the part I hated, because I would
so much rather be returning the little cutie to my lair for a long night of
hide-the-weenie, than to be safely returning him to hearth, home, and Mom!
Sigh!

Arriving, we alighted from the car, and popped the trunk, to retrieve
Ryan's small bag. As he leaned into the trunk, I gently slapped that cute
little butt, and he yelped. I chuckled, and said, "Next time we swim at the
house, Ry, bring a couple of things to just leave at my place, so you don't
have to pack every time....as long as some of those very sexy Speedo's are
included...! I said, wiggling my eyebrows in my best sinister fashion. He
giggled, and blushed sweetly, then answered, "Oh man....there it is
again....Perv...!" I laid my palm softly on his soft, smooth cheek, and said
with a lecherous grin, "Ya think...?" He nodded, his blue pools fixed on my
own, and mumbled, "Think.....ha...I KNOW....Perv...!" I laughed softly, and
grinned, then said, "Yea....I'm guilty....but hey, Dude....it takes one to
know one, right....don't be thinking I didn't catch those baby blues in that
mirror, Hotstuff..!" He blushed furiously, and giggled sweetly, then cast a
more serious look on his pretty face. He looked steadily into my eyes, and
said, very softly, "G'night, Josh....was an awesome day....seriously
awesome...!" I stroked his soft cheek gently, smiled, and nodded my head,
then answered, "Night, Hotstuff...sweet dreams...I'll talk to you
tomorrow...!"  He turned then, and jogged up the sidewalk, as my eyes bored
small lasers onto his little bubble butt!

Back at the estate, I did my usual quick walk around, ensuring that all was
well with the property. The evening was beautiful, warm and star filled, so
I grabbed a cold beer from the fridge, and walked out to the pool
area. Deciding it would help me unwind, I stripped naked, and slipped into
the spa, easing my back against one of the several strong jets. I leaned
back, sipping the beer, and closed my eyes. As I recalled the events of the
day, several visions of Ryan flicked through my mind like a slide show. I
idly stroked my stiff cock, pausing the mental presentation on the shots of
that sweet cock head peeking over the top of the snug little Speedo's. I
shook my head in amazement at how this boy had gotten to me, right from the
get-go, and then let my mind video fast-forward, to the multitude of ways
that I fully intended to repay the favor, as I, got to him! Patience, Josh,
patience, I chided myself, even the Lord required seven days to perform his
creation of Heaven and earth. True enough, I decided, but, I'm not sure the
Lord was anywhere near this horny for a not-quiet-sixteen year old boy!
That one was my final rational thought, before I succumbed to the
fantasies, and seriously slimed my landlords spa water!

(To Be Continued)
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