Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2005 13:58:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: BusBoy DreamBoy (6)

We spoke on the phone several times, but Ryan and I had not been able to
see each other over the last couple of days. Both of us had things to
attend to that prevented our free time schedules meshing, and I was
seriously missing the boy. This evening would change all that when he came
in to work his Friday half shift, and I looked forward to the 6:00 o'clock
hour!

I clocked in to the restaurant at 4:00, and busied myself setting up my
section, and preparing for the early-bird dining crowd. I chuckled at
myself as I realized how I was ogling the clock each time I entered an
order into the computer. Geez, I thought, get a grip, Josh, he'll be here
soon! It still amazed me how far this kid had gotten under my skin in such
a short time!

Walking up to the pass-through kitchen window, I saw him clocking in, and
my heart did that flip thing again, just from seeing him. He turned away
from the time clock, and spotted me. That killer smile spread over his
pretty face, and he raised his hand, giving me a small wave. I was holding
a half dozen plates at the moment, so I gave him an exaggerated wink, and
mouthed an air-kiss at him. He blushed instantly, God, how I loved that,
and grinned widely, mouthing "perv" through his smile. I turned, and headed
off to deliver the order I was holding.

A short time later, Ryan walked up to me at the computer station, the smile
still in place, and said, "Hey, Josh!" I grinned, and answered, "Hey,
yourself, Hotstuff....how's it hanging?" He giggled sweetly, the rose tint
climbing his creamy cheeks, and mumbled, "Sorta left, actually!" I did the
lecherous eyebrow wiggle at him, and said, "Sweet!" He slapped at my
shoulder, and muttered, "Jeezo...nothings changed.....you're pervy as ever!"
I nodded, happily accepting the charge, then added, "It's you that brings
that out in me, Hottie-boy....I'm generally a regular Saint!" He giggled,
muttering, "Yea...I'm, like, SO sure!"

Suddenly the place was packed, and the next few hours literally flew by, as
we worked our team magic on the steady flow of customers. Ryan, I decided,
was certainly not just a pretty face, the boy was damned good at this
bussing thing, and a definite asset in pleasing the diners. Finally, the
last satisfied customer departed, and we set about our final clean
chores. The section was completely empty now, so we had a chance finally to
chat as we worked.

"Hey Josh....!" He began, "Got any more of those wild college parties dialed
in this weekend?" I looked at him, and chuckled, saying, "Why....you eager
to try for another hangover?" He laughed, and shook his head, then
answered, "Not really...besides...I didn't actually get one last time,
anyway...but....turns out I got like a weekend pass from the `rents!" This
piece of news perked me right up, and I replied, brilliantly, "Really!"
once again giving him the letch look. He giggled, shaking his head, and
answered, "Yes...really...you freeking Perv!" I held up my hands in mock
surrender, and asked, "So what's up with the `rents that gives you a freeby
weekend?" He grinned widely, and answered, "Some friends of theirs own a
cabin at some lake, and they got invited for the weekend, well, for
tomorrow, overnight, then home, like, late on Sunday." I tried not to
actually drool at the prospects that flashed through my, yes, Pervy, mind,
and said, once again brilliantly, "Cool!"

"So how come they aren't dragging you along?" I asked him. "Well, the
friends don't have any kid's, so it would be, like, major boring to be
stuck with just adults the whole time, so I begged off, after signing in
real blood to be a "good boy!" He chuckled. I laughed, and leaned in close
enough to inhale his boy scents, and said, "Awww....what fun is that, being
good?" He did the Scouts Honor sign, and pasted a seriously innocent look
on his cute face, and mimed, "Honest, Mom....I'll be cool...just sorta hang
out here...watch movies, and stuff...maybe read some...!" " I laughed again,
and said, incredulously, "NO way....you mean she actually BOUGHT that..?" He
grinned, nodding his head, and answered, "Yup...but hey...she's my Mom,
right....she can't actually think of me as anything BUT a good little boy!"
I shook my head, chuckling, and said, "Mom's...'ya just gotta love `em....and
anyway, I bet you ARE good....little boy..!" And again, with the
eyebrows. He cracked up, punching at my shoulder, and saying, "Oh
man...you're awful....total King of all Pervs...!" I nodded, proudly.

I let Ryan drive again, and sat back observing him, as he maneuvered the
Mustang toward home. His skills in operating the more powerful ride had
steadily improved, and he deftly handled the gear changes, his smooth legs
coordinating the clutch and accelerator. I smiled quietly to myself as I
watched the yummy bulge in his snug crotch shift around with his leg
movements, and fantasized the fun it would be to handle THAT gear
shift....yup, the kid had me pegged, no doubt.....King perv!

We arrived at his place, and in parting, I assured him that we would most
definitely find some suitable method of passing his "rent-free" weekend
time, particularly since the luck of the draw had been such that we both
were also work-free, until Sunday evening! For openers, I proposed another
breakfast at Charlie's in the morning, which he eagerly dubbed as
"awesome," then, some serious poolside time at the mansion, as he had taken
to calling it. That suggestion drew another "awesome," and I slipped my arm
around his slim shoulders, and pulled him close to me, speaking softly
against his ear, and said, "Cool...look really hard, Ry, and find your most
seriously skimpy Speedo for me, OK, Dude?" He giggled, and pushed on my
chest, called me Perv, again, then said, "Dude, go home....and...stand under
a very cold shower....for, like, a really long time...!" I chuckled, and
leaned into him again, inhaling deeply of that yummy boy scent, and
answered, "Screw the cold shower....I'm letting my horns grow....and,
Champ....I gotta tell you....you smell good enough to eat!" He giggled some
more, painted me yet again with the "perv" brush, then scampered up the
sidewalk. As he reached the door, he turned, and gave me a small wave, and
was gone. I climbed in the car, settled my swollen cock in my shorts, and
headed home.

Ryan had said his folks would be gone early, so just after 9:00 in the
morning, I pulled into his driveway. The door opened, and Ryan stepped out,
then, locked up behind him. He walked to the car, carrying the small sport
bag, which he tossed into the back seat, as he opened the door, and got
in. He smiled that killer grin at me, and said, "Hey!" I grinned right
back, and boldly reached over the consol, dropping my hand onto his smooth
thigh. The skin contact was electric, and my heart did that small flip, as
I replied, "Hey, back...hungry?" He nodded quickly, and looked down at
where my hand gently gripped his thigh, but didn't say anything. I gave him
a small squeeze, then lifted my hand, turning it palm up, and letting the
back of it brush his boy bulge as I pulled my arm back. He met my eyes with
his blue pools, and I watched the sweet blush paint his cheeks, as he said,
quietly, "Seven!" I grinned, and pointed the car toward Charlie's.

Another delectable breakfast consumed, we arrived at the mansion, and
entered my humble portion thereof. We adjourned to separate bedrooms to
change into swimsuits, and I let my demented mind picture the tiny Speedo I
had not-so-subtly requested. Gawd, I thought, with any luck at all, maybe
he found one from way back.....like seventh grade, maybe! I felt my cock
twitch at the mere thought, and rolled my eyes toward the ceiling, saying
silently, "Oh please, God!"

Emerging from my bedroom, I gathered up some sodas and ice, baby oil,
sunscreen, and towels. As I turned from the counter, I was blessed with yet
another heart stopping moment! Ryan stood next to the coffee table, barely
wearing the skimpiest Speedo that I had ever seen on any boy over the age
of five! My eyes locked straight onto the bulging crotch of the tiny
garment, and I'm sure the look on my face left absolutely nothing to the
imagination, very much like his Speedo! "He giggled, and said, "Easy, old
man...don't need any heart attack, here!" Speechless, I just stood there
staring. Well, actually I was also licking my lips. "Oh God, Ry.....you are
fucking...gorgeous! Screw the pretense, I decided on the spot, I WANT this
boy, and he damn well knows it, too!

He blushed furiously, and did a quick, full circle turn, and I survived my
second heart attack in as many minutes, as I scoped his creamy bubble butt,
the too-small Speedo defining his snug little crevice! Facing me once
again, his face a brilliant crimson shade, he squeaked, "I guess this is
the one I'll leave here....sorta seems like you like it ok." Unable to
muster up anything intelligible, I just nodded my head, as he giggled, and
wondered what to do with his hands! I got a grip on myself, no....not THAT
kind....and we headed off to the pool!

Ryan immediately dove into the water, relieved, I think, for the relative
cover it afforded him. I spread the towels over the lounges, then jumped
into the refreshing water as well, hoping that its coolness would help to
relax the harness in my trunks! Man, Josh, I chided myself, you really have
to be careful what you wish for, Dude! We swam, and grabb-assed, dunking
each other, and splashing around for a long while, having a great time, and
seemed to successfully defuse some of the earlier sexual tension, that had
been quiet palatable. Eventually we tired, and climbed out of the pool, and
stretched out on the lounges.

Ryan lay back, his arm across his eyes, blocking the bright sunlight. I
rolled onto my side facing him, and propped my head on a bent elbow. I
perved him, big time! I focused on his lush, full mouth, his sparkling
white teeth slightly visible through his small smile. His smooth chest,
unblemished save for the slightly puffy nipples, and his flat, soft
tummy. I watched his cute little navel rise and fall slightly as he
breathed, and felt my mouth water, as I visualized licking him there, my
tongue tip diving into the tiny crater. The bulging groin, the Speedo
filled to full capacity, and beyond, the sweet boy meat curled there, so
ready to spring, and the round fullness of his balls, strapped way too
tightly by the clinging material. And the legs, coltish, and tapered
perfectly, toned and hairless, save for a light dusting of peach fuzz, that
shimmered wetly in the sun. This boy definitely had it all, such beauty,
and perfection, enhanced with a subtle sexiness that almost screamed to be
touched, and enjoyed. Yup, the boy had it all, and it was just scratching
the surface. He knew he gave off....something...signals...a glow...a 100%
natural allure, he couldn't be sure what...but his instincts had to be
telling him that he filled me with pure animal lust, a burning desire that
was just barely under control.

I drew in a deep breath, and let it go slowly, then said quietly, "I really
do think your beautiful, Ry.....and....well....fuck it....sexy...beyond
belief...!" He lifted his arm slightly, and I felt the zap of his blue
pools, then, dropped his arm back, covering his eyes again, making no
reply. I watched his creamy chest rise, and fall, as he took a deep breath,
and let it go. His arm lifted again, very slightly, and he smiled, and
said, barely above a whisper, "could you maybe, like, put some oil on me,
Josh....I'm feeling... really hot, right now." In something like 1/10 of a
second, nearly my entire blood supply rushed into my cock, swelling it to
rock hardness in what had to be a personal best time. My head swooned, and
I was slightly dizzy, as I sucked in a huge blow of air, then, released it
slowly. I sat up slowly, and reached for the Baby Oil bottle, answering him
in a voice very much like mine had sounded when I was maybe
eleven. "Uh.....sure..!"

With a trembling hand, I opened the bottle, and leaned over Ryan, aiming
the neck at his smooth chest, just below his chin. I squeezed the plastic
bottle, and a thin stream of the slick substance squirted out, trailing a
thin line of the fluid down his chest, and tummy. I moved over, and
squeezed again, moving upward, and drooling another line of oil from
Speedo, to just above his right nipple. He gasped softly at the contact,
but kept his eyes covered. I set the bottle down, and leaned over him, my
palms moving to his creamy smooth chest, and started smearing the slippery
oil over his satin skin.

I rubbed small circles, my hands gliding smoothly in the slick oil, and I
let my fingers graze his slightly puffy nipples, working the small nubs
gently. He groaned softly, and I watched, as each tiny nubbin stiffened,
and erected into hard, tiny points of stiff tissue. I flicked at them, then
gently captured each one between finger, and thumb, lightly pinching them,
and tugging gently. He let out another soft moan, and I moved downward
along his torso, spreading the oil over his supple skin. I reached his soft
tummy, and unable to resist the temptation, I bent, and stabbed my tongue
into his small navel, licking his baby soft skin. He gave a slight jerk at
the contact, and giggled softly.  My mouth fully flooded with my saliva, as
I relished his taste for the first time, a marvelous mixture of boy skin,
tinged with a touch of light sweat, and pool chlorine. I gulped noisily,
lest I literally drool all over the boy!

I coated his lower tummy with the slippery oil, and stared in amazement at
his grossly stretched Speedo! His boy meat was fully distended, and rock
hard, the smooth, purple tinged head exposed, as it escaped the elastic of
the tiny garment he was almost wearing! God, he is so perfect, I thought,
as I thrilled to the texture of his smooth skin. I fought the inner demon
that screamed inside my head, demanding that I rip the tiny cloth from the
boy, and free his treasures, so that I might just ravage him to his very
core! With steely resolve, I resisted, and, painfully ignoring that plum of
a cock head, I lightly ran my fingers downward across his straining Speedo,
my fingers taking the measure of his granite hard boy meat, before grazing
over his tightly packed balls. He groaned louder, and a shudder coursed
through his body, then, settled, as he mumbled softly, "Ohhh
God.....Josh.....damn...!"

Again resisting the lustful beast roaring inside of my head, I retrieved
the oil bottle, and quickly streamed long trails of the stuff down the
length of both of his hairless legs.  He grunted, and I watched his now
shiny chest rise and fall as his breathing became shallow, and
rapid. Starting at his trim ankles, I spread the oil over his legs, moving
upward. Passing his knees, I squirted more oil onto his thighs, and worked
my hands up and down, going slightly higher onto his thighs with each
pass. I worked to the insides of his smooth thighs, then, nudged his legs
slightly, and he responded, opening his legs wider. Moving upward, I let my
fingers nudge his tight balls, and smiled, as I felt the firm orbs move
within their tight bag, while Ryan groaned, and repeated,
"Ohhh.....God.....Josh....!"

I surrendered some to the inner beast then, and gave up the pretense of the
suntan oil. I closed my palm over his rock hard cock shaft, and let my
fingertip graze across his exposed cock head, smearing the wetness of his
natural fluids over the spongy tissue. I moved my other hand back up his
slick chest, my fingers again teasing his luscious nipples while I teased
his tender, leaking, cock head. "Oh Ryan...oh man...!" I croaked, my mouth
suddenly dry as dust, and he lifted his arm slightly, to gaze down at my
hands moving on his body, stroking his treasure. The arm dropped again, and
he lifted his slim hips, pressing his swollen crotch upward, adding
pressure to my groping hand. I gripped his harness in my fist, and stroked
its length, moving my other hand from his nipples, down to cup his packed
balls. He groaned louder, and his legs parted even more, as I located his
good sized balls, and probed them with my fingers. I slid my finger up to
his exposed cock head, and wet it with his free flowing precum, then
thumbed across the leaking slit, before centering my fingertip at the tiny
"v" of his corona, and flicking it back and forth over that most sensitive
place.

He lurched strongly, his hips driving upward off the lounge, and a deep,
guttural groan roared from his lush mouth, and I watched, intently focused,
as his drooling cock head swelled briefly, and erupted, thick streams of
his creamy cumm spewing from his jerking cock! The first jet arched high in
the air, and landed on his smooth chest just below his swollen left nipple,
followed immediately by four more thick ropes of the stuff, as I stroked
his pulsing shaft, gently working his balls, to drain him completely. He
sagged back onto the lounge, spent now, his chest rising and falling
rapidly. Sensing his now super-sensitive state, I released his sweet boy
parts, and surveyed the results! His chest was painted with the first of
his emissions, a large pool of the white goo trailing down his shiny skin,
and his lower abdomen was liberally splattered with his liquid passion. I
moved my hand to his slippery torso, and smeared his nectar over his creamy
smooth skin, relishing the warmth, and thickness of the fluid, as I worked
it into his soft skin. He took his arm away from his eyes, and lifted his
head, those deep blue pools locking onto my own eyes. He grinned widely,
his pretty face flushed, and sweaty, and said softly,
"Wow.....that....is....pretty.....AMAZING.....!" I chuckled, nodded my head, and
again gripped his now shrunken shaft, and answered, "Uh
huh.....amazing.....and....THIS.....is my suntan lotion of choice.....from now
on...!" I said, again spreading his sweet scented essence over his silky
skin, as he giggled.

(To Be Continued)
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