Date: Tue, 16 May 2006 13:59:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Captain Ron (1)

   Can you even imagine how horny a barely fourteen year old boy would be
after being denied any opportunity to jackoff for twelve whole days? Well,
if you can, then you know how I was feeling right this minute. Horny, and
then some.

   As I stood at the edge of the hiway with my thumb extended, hoping for a
lift from some compassionate passing motorist, I began to doubt the wisdom
of my earlier decision to try to catch a ride to the beach area, thinking
maybe I should have stayed in camp, and hoped for a few precious minutes
alone, during which I would have jacked off a couple of times. Or, maybe
six.

   The event that precipitated this maximum horny condition that I found
myself in had been a back country adventure I had just completed with two
friends, brothers actually. We had back packed through a high sierra
wilderness area over the past twelve days, camping out, fishing, and
swimming in the numerous small lakes that dotted the landscape along our
route, and, generally being constantly together. The elder of the two
brothers was a virtual mother-hen type, and self-appointed trail master of
our little group, who would all but suffer apoplexy if one of his younger
charges so much as wandered briefly out of sight. Jeez, didn't he get it,
for crying out loud, a fourteen year old boy had needs too, right?

   In any event, that had been the tone of the preceding twelve days, and,
the prevailing reason for my young balls being totally backed up with the
affliction commonly referred to in my circle as "D.S.B." or, dreaded semen
backup.

   Our trail boss had carefully scheduled a total of fifteen days for our
back-to-nature trek, but, given that he had failed to anticipate that two
of the lakes on our itinerary would be populated with mosquito colonies
that would easily outnumber the populace of, say, New York City, we had
wisely skipped those stops, and emerged from the bush three days ahead of
our scheduled parental pick-up. Thus, our current encampment at a Forest
Service campground located at the terminating trail head that serviced
emerging hikers such as ourselves. We struck camp, inventorying our
remaining rations, and decided that we were sufficiently supplied to wait
out the three day delay in being met by our parents, and settled in, sadly
still very much together, adding further to the misery of my D.S.B.

   Upon finishing our rehydrated breakfast of whatever mystery protein it
was that came packaged in those dehydrated food bags, I had decided that
enough of this togetherness was, well, enough. I slipped into our small
tent, and changed into my cleanest dirty shorts, briefs, and tee shirt,
then, announced to the wagon master that I, alone mind you, was striking
off for the lake, and beach, which was located some eight, or ten miles
away, and, that I might return for dinner, failing a better offer of some
sort. After enduring a few minutes of his pissyness regarding my well
being, I escaped, and placed myself where I now stood, anxiously awaiting
the charity of some kind motorist.


   Several strings of vehicles passed, none giving me so much as a second
look, and I had taken to eyeballing the stand of large pine trees that
lined the hiway, seriously considering stepping into the thicket, and
giving first aid to the D.S.B. when a pickup trunk swerved onto the
shoulder, and stopped. Briefly torn between acting on my first aid idea,
and catching the ride, I reluctantly opted for the latter, and hustled to
the pickup, and hopped in.

   The kind soul driving the pickup was on old timer who, I decided within
minutes of getting in along side him, had only stopped in order to have
someone to gab to, as he blabbered continuously from the moment I boarded,
until we finally reached my desired destination, and I was let out. He
drove away, still talking, I swear, and I threaded my way across the
highway to the beach area, and the resort that surrounded it. I walked
through the parking area, and aimed toward the beach, and paused, as I
reached the edge of the sand. The spot was awesome, located on a small cove
of the shimmering lake, and the crescent shaped beach was pure sugar-sand,
so stunningly white in the bright sunlight that it almost hurt the eyes to
look at it. Several rental type cabins fronted the South end of the harbor,
and behind them was a snack shack, a small grocery, several ping-pong
tables, and a Kayak rental place. The North end of the beach terminated
into a small marina, which housed several boat slips, a bait shop, and a
good sized pier that jetted out into the lake about a hundred feet, or
so. Nice, I thought, really sweet, almost like a picture post card.

   I moved out onto the sand, and walked pretty much dead center of the
beach, then, settled in near the large volley ball net that stretched
across the width of sand. I peeled off my tee, and tennis shoes, then,
rolled up the tee like a pillow, and stretched out in the bright, warm
sun. It was awesome to just finally have some "me" time, and, it still
being somewhat early for beach-goers, I pretty much had the beach to
myself. After a short while, I felt the intensity of the high elevation sun
baking my chest, and tummy, so I rolled over, stretching out on my front
side. That might have been a mistake, in retrospect, as my dick instantly
hardened upon contact with the warm sand, and the force of my body weight
pressing down on it. Damn, I thought, that feels freeking good, and man, do
I ever need to get off! Unconsciously, I began gently flexing my butt
muscles, working my rigid penis against the warm sand, and I actually
startled myself, when I suddenly felt a wetness in my briefs, as my precum
nearly instantly began oozing from my pent up balls. I shuddered slightly,
the very pleasant sensations coursing through me as I subtly humped the
soft sand, and I was actually considering the merits of just shooting off
inside my briefs, and shorts, then, taking a swim to clean up. At nearly
the same moment I decided that idea was a hell of a good plan, my reverie
was rudely interrupted by a melodic, female voice saying,

   "Hi....hey....do you play volley ball...?"

   I lifted my head, and looked over my shoulder, and up, squinting into
the bright sun, and saw what appeared to be a bikini-clad girl somewhat
close to my age. Well, actually, that turns out to be somewhat of an under
statement, because, as my eyes adjusted to the bright backlight, and
focused on her, I realized that she was a stone fox of about my age. The
young lady was definitely anatomically gifted, the various bulges, and
crannies, of her lithe body struggling for containment in the micro-bikini
that she had somehow managed to pour her abundant endowments into. My poor
cock, of course, noticed all of her abundant charms in an instant, reacting
with another copious oozing of its warm-up fluid, and I swear it stretched
another half inch, as well.

   I scooted myself into an awkward kind of half turn, really trying to
keep my erection stuffed in the sand, while I managed to twist the upper
half of my body toward her, and replied,

   "Yea, sure....I'm down with V-ball....why?"

   She dropped down on one knee, effectively bringing her band-aid covered
pussy in alignment with my face, and I swear I could smell it, or could
have, anyway, if I'd actually had a clue what one smelled like, which I
didn't. Maybe, I thought, if she stays right there long enough, I'll get it
figured out. Damn though, my aching boner had it all dialed in, and I
flinched slightly as another dollop of wetness oozed into my briefs. She
flashed me this heart-stopping smile, and extended a slender hand toward
me, and I noticed the hot-pink polish on her smooth finger nails. Perfect,
I decided, everything about this chick is hot, including her damn nail
polish. I reached out, and took her delicate hand in mine, as she said,

   "Oh cool....that's awesome....I'm Cindy, by the way....and, we want to get
a game up, but we need more players." She told me, indicating a small
gathering of other teens standing near the net.

   "Hi....Brian..." I answered, trying not to drool at her ample tits, where
they threatened to spill out of the skimpy top of the bikini. Jesus, this
girl was freeking built....no.....assembled, I decided, and, whoever had
designed the bikini she was sort of wearing deserved whatever award they
gave out for sultry design. "So, ok....when are you going to start?" I
added, thinking I would require maybe an hour under a very cold shower
before I could actually consider standing.

   She added several degrees to the air temperature, as she flashed the
killer smile once more, and replied,

   "As soon as Tony and Rick get here....they are bringing the
ball.....but...come on over, whenever....I'll introduce you around."

   I nodded, thinking that I had way more than enough balls trapped between
my legs to play at least an eleven point set, but let it slide, as she
withdrew her hand from mine, and stood up. My eyes roamed up her long,
shapely legs, and rested briefly on the delicious mound of her pussy, then,
I managed to force the gaze up to look at her stunningly pretty face once
more.

   "Ok, cool....be there in a sec..." I answered, quickly glancing around the
area in search of a rest room, and chiding myself for not thinking of that
when I first got here, hell, my boner could have already been a thing of
the past, if I had. I spotted the public john near the marina, and glanced
back at Cindy, saying, "Just need to....uh....yea, well...."

   She caught my drift, and did the hot smile thing again, and nodded,
saying,

   "Oh....sure...right....see you...then..." and she turned, walking away down
the beach in search of her next victim. I watched, yup, carefully, as her
firm little ass wiggled away, then, worked a few fast mental math
equations, willing my boner to give it a rest, already. It showed little
sign of working, so I amped it up a notch, and worked them backwards, until
the damn thing finally cut me a little slack, well, enough anyway, that I
figured I could make the march to the john without everybody on the now
crowded beach yelling "BONER" in unison, as they pointed, and laughed.

   About half way to the facility, I abandoned the math problem thing,
figuring I was, at long last, mere minutes from bringing forth what might
well be the ejaculation of my young life. I entered the cement block
structure, little Brian already very much aware of the sensuous carnal
delight he was about to enjoy, and stopped cold in my tracks. What the
fuck, I thought, is there some kind of freeking conspiracy against me
getting off, or what? Inside the small room were no less than five people,
two older dudes at the urinals, one decked out like some kind of yacht
admiral, complete with scrambled-egg hat, and pants with gold leg piping,
and the other sporting a swim suit roughly half the size of the belly that
overhung it. The solitary stall was equally occupied with a Dad, and two
little dudes about four or five, who were whining about the cold cement
floor, as Dad tried his best to get them into their little Speedo's. Jeez,
I thought, so much for a quick jerk-n-shoot, as I silently apologized to my
aching balls, and stepped over to the sink to at least toss some cold water
on my face, which was a serious second-best to what I had come in here for.

   As I splashed water on my face, the admiral finished his business, and
stepped up next to me, making eye contact in the mirror. I gave him a
polite smile, and nod, and he turned to face me, giving me close scrutiny.

   "Nope," he started, "you're not a local, I know most all of them, so,
you would be one of our many summer visitors, I gather?" he inquired.

   I nodded kind of absently, my mind still very much on that dull ache in
my poor balls, and mumbled,

   "Guess so, yea.....been back packing the high country, actually, and
killing a few days till my ride home gets here."

   He began washing his hands, keeping up the eye contact in the mirror,
and he commented,

   "Really....wow....that's pretty rugged country for a young guy to tackle
alone."

   I chuckled, giving him more of my attention, and realized that he wasn't
quite the geek I had first chalked him up to be, given the weird outfit. He
was maybe in his early forties, and really quite handsome, in a rugged,
very sun-scorched sort of way, and I began to think maybe he actually did
captain a boat on the lake, or something. I smiled again, and replied,

   "Yea, true enough, but actually, I wasn't alone....until now, anyway....I
sorta burned out on my bud's company, after twelve straight days, and
nights."

   He smiled again, nodding his understanding, and said,

   "Ah....gotcha...and, I can understand that, definitely....guys your age
really.....need.....some privacy, at times...twelve days, huh.....long time,
for sure."

   I looked at him, my mind registering the fact that this dude actually
seemed to get it, and understand it, unless my orgasm deprived brain was
simply reading it the way I wanted to read it, but I smiled sheepishly
anyway, feeling my cheeks heat up a tad, and said,

   "Exactly....like, a really long time!"

   He chuckled, giving me a little wink, and replied,

   "Thought so....well....a good looking young lad like you should have no
trouble getting.....things.....taken care of....now that you are back among
the living.....and....finally alone..."

   What the fuck, I wondered, is the captain.....admiral...whatever....hitting
on me, or what?" I might have been just reading stuff into it, since my
brain seemed totally centered on my balls these days, but, it had happened
before, where older dudes had made some really thinly disguised innuendo
type remarks to me, suggesting that they might enjoy taking me to places I
had yet to go, and it had sounded a lot like this, just a bit less
subtle. Just for shits, and giggles, I decided to nibble the bait just a
touch, and see just where this was headed. I let myself blush some more,
and slid into one of my better "boyish" expressions, then feigned
seriousness, as I said,

   "Well, jeez....thanks.....um....for the good looking remark, I mean....and,
dude....I so hope you are right....because....things....seriously need....taking
care of."

   He smiled broadly at that, his pale blue eyes briefly flicking to my
crotch, and he chuckled softly, as he leaned a bit closer, and said,
softly,

   "Yes....well....I could....virtually guarantee.....things....would be taken
care of....if you like."

   Son of a bitch, I thought, he actually was.... big time hitting on me!
Holy shit! My dick seemed to love the mere suggestion, of course, as it
instantly jetted to stiffness in my shorts, and oozed a little, just to
make the point, and I felt my face redden, again. I was suddenly
speechless, and, I'm sure, my glowing face clearly reflected my internal
dilemma, to wit, cut and run, or, smile shyly, and nod my acquiescence to
his none-to-subtle offer. His eyes went down to my crotch again, and I let
mine follow, gasping slightly, as I saw the tent pole in my shorts, and my
warm face got a whole lot warmer, as his eyes once more met mine, and he
said, smiling brightly,

   "Oh yes....definitely....most definitely.....some
things......definitely.....need.....taking care of....!"

   As I stood there, probably drooling, and racking my sick brain for a
response, or an action, the two little dudes came charging up to the sinks,
and clamored in between me and the admiral, thankfully breaking the tense
moment that had been going down between us. We separated, both stepping
back, out of the way of the boy-charge, and moved toward the door. He moved
up behind me, and put his hand on my shoulder, gently kneading my bare
skin, and making my hardon lurch in my shorts. I turned toward him, and he
smiled, then, asked me my name, which I told him, still blushing, for
whatever reason. He continued to work my shoulder, telling me that, among
the locals, he was known as Captain Ron, then, slid his hand down my back,
his fingers following the waist band of my shorts as my balls rolled over
in my scrotum, and he asked,

   "So, Brian....are you at all interested in boats?"

   Wow, now that's a major coincidence, I thought, I freeking loved boats,
and have ever since I could remember. I nodded, smiling up at him, and
telling him for sure, I was a serious boat nut, not that I'd ever actually
gotten to be around them much.

   He laughed at my enthusiasm, no doubt feeling like he had pretty much
just set the hook in my lip, then, netted me neatly, as he dug in his
pocket, and handed me a free pass for a boat tour of the lake, good anytime
space was available on board. I of course expressed obvious excitement at
the prospect of a round-the-lake boat ride, and he chuckled again, telling
me,

   "Well, good looking Brian....just wander over to the marina when you
are.....ready.....that's actually my job....I captain the tour boat."

   "Wow...really...?" I croaked, and he chuckled again, nodding, and
answered,

   "Yup, really...what....you think I'd wear this getup just to wander the
beach, and hit on a good looking lad like you?"

   I had to laugh at his reference to the admiral suit, but even as I did,
I definitely did not miss his admission about hitting on me, and, I really
wondered exactly what all that double talk we had just tossed around would
mean in the end.  Well, I decided, I was definitely not taking a pass on
the boat ride, so I stood a pretty good chance of finding out, eventually.

   Outside the bathroom, I told him I had a v-ball game waiting, and he
allowed as how he was running late for work, so we parted, and I pocketed
the free pass for later use, as I jogged back to the volley ball court, and
my new kinda friends.

   The pickup beach volley ball ended up going three full matches to 21,
and by the end of the third, all of us were hot, and winded, so we called
it good. I wandered over to the snack shack, and squandered one of my few
remaining dollars on a cold bottle of water, and drained it like I had just
crawled across the Sahara. It hit the spot, and, along with the strenuous
v-ball, I had nearly forgotten my abject horniness. Nearly, but not
totally, and, as I wandered the beach, checking out the tanned, and burning
bodies, little Brian reared his cute little head once more, again craving
the attention he had so long been denied. I worked a hand into the pocket
of my shorts, and surreptitiously adjusted the rock hard penis I
encountered there, hoping for some degree of modicum as I walked the very
crowded beach. Working my way through a maze of brightly colored sand
umbrella's, I nearly tripped over one of the guys from the v-ball game,
Tony, I think, who was settled in with his parents, and little brother,
just beginning to pass around sandwiches, and small bags of chips.

   "Hey, Brian....sup, dude....you want a sandwich?" he asked me, and I
quickly nodded in the affirmative, suddenly realizing that it had been
hours since I had ingested whatever it was that had come out of that little
plastic bag of dehydrated stuff. I also suddenly realized that it had been
twelve whole days since I had actually eaten any "real" food, and a soggy
old sandwich, and chips, sounded absolutely wonderful. I dropped onto the
sand, and dug into the offered treat with serious gusto, trying hard to
converse politely with Tony, and his family, between enthusiastic bites of
the food. Lunch settled, and at an excellent price, I might add, I said my
heart-felt thanks, and departed, again moving along the beach, surprisingly
enough, in the general direction of the marina, and Captain Ron.

   In case anyone is wondering, yes, I heard them, all of them. The alarm
bells of my early years were all ringing, loud, and clear, and I could all
but hear my Mom's voice cautioning me against having any dealings with
strangers, particularly older men, and most especially the ones who
referred to me as "good looking." I admit that I had a fair idea of Captain
Ron's motivation, given that our recent bathroom verbal ballet had not been
all that subtle, with the numerous thinly disguised references to my needs,
and I was pretty clear on the concept of what his offer to take care of
them entailed. What I had not yet fully decided was how I felt about the
situation, beyond the obvious, which was that I clearly needed some relief
of the orgasmic kind, and soon. I pretty easily could, I told myself, just
slip back to the john at a less populated moment, or, wander into the
surrounding woods, and "handle" things myself, as usual. The kicker there,
though, was that I actually was intrigued, a lot, by the possibility of
finally experiencing the thing called sex with a partner not actually
attached to my own body. That part had me, I admit, and I really, really
wanted to find out just what all the hoopla was about, and, had the same
offer been tossed out there by the nubile young thing in the barely-there
bikini from this morning, my wondering would now, very definitely, be over.
The hang up I was wrestling with, of course, was that Captain Ron, nice as
he seemed to be, was a guy, for Christ sake, and, an adult one, to
boot. Not that I was by any means disinterested in the male anatomy, quite
the contrary, actually. I was definitely a locker room sneak, frequently
perving on my naked classmates in the school showers, or covertly hawking
my friends during sleep overs, or during the somewhat frequent bouts of
summer skinny dipping at the river back home. Oh, I was plenty interested,
for sure, and had even let my demented brain percolate the steamy details
of a naked romp with a friend or two as I worked my rigid penis into a
lather in the solitude of my bedroom. But jeez, a man, I thought, an actual
adult, probably older than my Dad, even.

   As I reached the marina, I pushed the ringing alarm bells, and the faint
sound of my Mom's voice, to the back of my mind, letting the argument that
had been taking place between my brain, and my balls, come down in favor of
my balls. The flow of raging hormones that coursed through me was simply
too strong to be overcome by logic, and training. Beside, Captain Ron
hadn't struck me as dangerous at all, but rather, interested in, um,
helping me out. Screw it, I decided, he might be bigger than me, but I was
certain I could outrun him if I really needed to, but something told me
that it wouldn't be necessary.

   I went down the ladder type stairway that took me down to the series of
floating docks that made up the boat slips, and started following the signs
that announced the location of "Captain Ron's Lake Tours," checking out all
the very cool boats that were moored to the docks as I went. Reaching the
"T" end of the dock, I looked lakeward, and spotted the slip that served as
the departure point for the Captains concession, and headed that way. As I
approached, I saw that the boat Ron used to run tourists around the lake
was a classic Chris Craft wood hull runabout. It was beautiful, and
appeared to be in pristine condition, considering it was an original
classic probably built sometime in the 1920's. I had long been a fan of
classic wood hull boats, and this one was a rare triple cockpit style,
having a compact driver compartment with room for maybe two small
passengers. Then the enclosed engine compartment, and two forward facing
seats at the stern end. In all it would seat about ten, plus the captain. I
had to chuckle to myself when I noticed the boats name etched in script
writing across the stern, "Lickety Split," because seeing it caused me to
conjure up a brief image of the very fair Cindy, who had so casually
displayed her bikini clad pussy for my enjoyment back there on the beach
this morning. Pretty ironic, I thought, because the boat name is exactly
the thought I had had regarding Ms. Cindy. Hormones.....jeez!

   It appeared as if the passengers were in the process of disembarking the
boat, and I spotted Ron assisting the ladies as they stepped out onto the
dock, so I walked over near him, staying back out of the way of the
passengers. As the last of them cleared the boat, Ron turned, and spotted
me standing there, and he smiled broadly, saying,

   "Hey, Brian....cool.....how did the volley ball go?"

   I smiled back, and replied,

   "Awesome.....it got kind of hot before it ended, but it was pretty cool,
actually."

   He nodded, saying that yes, the afternoons definitely got warm on the
beach, then asked me,

   "So, that was my last run of the day, unless you wanted to use that free
pass for a private run up the lake?"

   I grinned, fishing in my shorts pocket for the pass he had given me
earlier, then, handed it to him, saying,

   "I'd really like a ride in this beauty, if you aren't too burned out
from the sun."

   He chuckled, telling me that he practically lived in the sun, and hardly
even noticed it any more, and, that I should hop aboard, while he freed the
lines. I did just that, gingerly stepping on the polished mahogany deck,
and settling into the compact front seat. The vinyl upholstery was as
pristine as the exterior of the classic boat, and I all but drooled,
looking at the neat display of the instrument panel, and the classic huge
steering wheel. As I marveled over the boats accoutrements, Captain Ron
deftly slid under that giant sized steering wheel, and touched the key,
bringing the boat instantly to life under us. I drank in the rumbling sound
of the very healthy sounding engine, and asked Ron about it, and he smiled
proudly, telling me that the boat was powered by a Ford 428 v8, with a
horsepower rating of 450hp, a definite reason for his prideful smile,
indeed. He slipped the selector into reverse, and the sleek craft eased out
of the slip, as he spun the huge wheel, bringing the bow around. He shifted
to forward gear, and eased down on the foot pedal, and the craft moved
smoothly forward, her exhaust bubbling happily at the water line.

   As we passed the channel buoy at the outer end of the marina, Ron added
throttle, and the big boat leapt forward, rapidly coming to a smooth, flat
plane, and the wind increased, passing over the windshield in front of
us. I grinned, happy as a pig in shit, as Captain Ron put the boat through
its paces, happily showing off for me. After about a half an hour of him
demonstrating the boats agility, and his own skill at handling her, Ron
guided the boat to spot maybe a mile off shore, and throttled back, letting
the boat drop off its plane, and just idled along, barely moving.

    We were close together on the small front seat, and he turned toward
me, and placed his hand high up on my bare thigh, causing my already half
hard cock to jet to full erection in about two seconds. He watched the
gathered material in my lap swell, and jut out with my rigid erection, and
he smiled, sliding his hand into my lap, and gripped my turgid cock. I
groaned, my whole body trembling with sudden sensation, and I very nearly
shot my load, so pent up were my young, horny balls.

   "Ohhh jeez!" I chirped, struggling to hold it back.

  Ron gave my cock a firm squeeze, nearly painfully, which helped distract
my sudden urge to shoot, then, began fumbling with the button, and zipper
of my seriously tented shorts, as he mumbled,

   "Poor boy....so very horny, and so backed up with that creamy boy
cum....!'

   My heart was racing, and I actually felt slightly dizzy, as he worked
the fly open, and tugged at my shorts. Realizing that he was trying to push
my shorts down my legs, I lifted my butt off the seat, and he quickly
shoved both my shorts, and briefs down my thighs, freeing my straining
erection. I leaned back in the seat, kicking my feet, and letting my
clothing fall free, leaving me naked, except for my tennis shoes. Ron
paused briefly, staring down at my throbbing cock, and aching balls, and
smiled again, as I felt a dollop of precum ooze from the small clit in my
cock head.

    "Oh Brian!" he said softly, "what a truly lovely cock....just perfect!"

   I nearly crawled out of my skin, as he once again gripped my pulsing
cock, and I looked into my lap, my jaw sagging with incredulity, as I saw
his large hand holding my drooling boyhood. The size of his large man hand
nearly surrounded my five inches, the only visible part being the shiny,
wet head, and my scrunched scrotum below his fist. Holy shit, I thought as
I watched him slowly stroking me, holy shit, he's actually touching me,
jacking me, whatever, and fuck, does it feel freeking awesome, too!

   His other hand moved to my heaving chest, and he ran his fingers lightly
over my skin, and my nipples, causing me to administer another deep moan of
pleasure, as he gently pinched at my nipples, and passed his thumb back and
forth over the leaking head of my cock several times. The pinching of my
nipples sent shock waves directly to my balls, as if the two areas were
somehow connected, and I felt my balls draw tight in their sac. Ron kept
mumbling softly, as his touches lit me on fire, generating sensations all
through me that were previously unknown, and I knew it wasn't going to be
much longer. I gritted my teeth, and grunted, still staring unbelievingly
into my lap, and at the incredible sight of his large hand working my
dick. Fuck, I thought, I never imagined anything could feel so good, not
even close.

   He let go of my cock then, and I groaned again, a little feeling of
panic washing over me, as I thought he was stopping, and leaving me boiling
on the stove. He moved his big mitt onto my thigh, and pushed my legs
widely apart, then, gently captured my plump scrotum in his palm, and
hefted my balls, almost as if he was weighing them. I groaned loudly again,
my head lolling on the seat back, as he manipulated my balls back and
forth, poking at each swollen orb with his fingers, as his other hand left
my nipples, and reached to grip my straining penis once more. I felt my
balls tug upward, and my cock jumped in his grip, as he stroked me in an
even, steady rhythm, until I lost it totally, and my balls boiled over,
sending my backed up load coursing rapidly up the shaft of my aching
cock. The first volley of my cum erupted through the now gaping slit, and
arched high into the air, coming to rest as a long, creamy streak across my
chest, and stomach, nearly reaching my nipple, as the second, and third
ropes of warm fluid immediately followed, landing in close proximity to the
first. The fourth, and fifth, spasms were slightly weaker in volume, but
every bit as intense, and I felt as if my balls themselves might just come
flying out of my now purple colored cock head. Ron stayed right with me,
steadily milking my jerking cock, as several smaller dribbles of my semen
emerged, and painted over the back of his pumping fist, then, finally,
ended.

   Spent, and feeling as if I had just run a four minute mile, I sagged
against the seat, panting, and gulping in huge swallows of air. Captain Ron
gave my wilting cock a final stroke, and gently tugged downward on my very
tingly balls, then leaned back, releasing my equipment, and admired his
handy work, a wide smile on his tanned face. I looked down, following his
gaze to my well slimed torso, and kind of giggled at seeing what appeared
to be maybe a gallon of my ball juice streaking my chest, and stomach. I
looked at Captain Ron, a slightly sheepish expression on my face, and
muttered,

   "Oh, jeez.....oh man....oh.....wow....!"

   Captain Ron laughed, nodding his agreement at my succinct proclamation,
and added,

    "I'd say so, yup.....jeez....man.....and, wow....yup....exactly....that,
little man, was one very fine discharge, indeed.....and....these bad
boys....have got to be feeling much lighter, I'd bet!" he said, lightly
cupping my now drained balls in his hand once more.

   I giggled again, nodding rapidly, and managed to croak,

   "Oh yea....big time....man, that was.....soooo awesome!"

   He smiled, releasing my balls, and moving his large hand to my cum
coated torso, he began smearing the congealing fluid into my sun warmed
skin, as he told me,

   "Indeed it was, little man, indeed it was.....and.....trust me...now that
we have handled the necessary relief....the rest, only gets better!"

   Oh man, I thought....the rest....?......and.....no
way....better...?...shit.....it couldn't get better than this....could it??

   After getting my normal breathing, and heart rate back, I followed Ron's
suggestion, and slipped naked into the cool lake to wash the sticky cum
away, then climbed back into the boat, feeling really embarrassed at my now
tiny, cold water shriveled, little penis. Captain Ron chuckled at me as I
fished around on the deck looking for my shorts, and he lightly slapped my
naked ass, saying,

   "Don't let that cold dick bother you, Brian....it's actually cute that
way too, and, it will be tons of fun bringing it back to life, if you let
me."

   I found the shorts, and stood, awkwardly getting back into them,
suddenly feeling extra naked with him sitting there fully dressed in his
dorky little uniform, but all the while thinking of what he had said, that
part about "the rest," and, the part about "bringing it back to life" if I
let him. Oh yea, definitely, I thought, I'm definitely going to let
him.....let him.....whatever!

   I thought about it some, as Captain Ron again got the boat under way,
and steered a course back toward the marina. I guess what had just happened
had to defined as "gay," I mean, what else could you call it, a man jerking
off a boy, beside "gay?" Was I gay, I wondered? Hell, I'd never actually
thought much about it, other than the locker room peeks, and the ideas of
playing with some of my friends that I sometimes thought about when I
jacked off. Well, ok, so I had even surfed up some gay stuff on the net a
few times, just out of curiosity, and yea, ok, it was kind of a turn-on,
for sure, but hey, everything turned me on these days. My thoughts turned
then to Captain Ron, and what his deal might be. It figured for sure that
he was gay, and, I surmised, one of those guys who liked young boys, a
boylover, I think, is what this dude I once did an online chat with called
himself, defining it as some kind of bent that drew him to seek sex with
young boys. So yea, I decided, he must be gay, and a boylover, so then,
what did that make me, I wondered again, gay...?....a man-lover...?....just
plain weird...?....shit, it was too confusing to put a label on, I decided,
so I stopped that train of thought, and reflected on the actual events of
the past hour or so.

   The plain truth of it was, in spite of that nagging sound of my Mothers
voice way off in the background, his touching me, rubbing my dick, and
playing with my balls, and making me shoot the load of my freeking life,
had felt awesome, the best ever, and, according to him there was more, a
lot more, that would feel even better! Shit, call it whatever, I seriously
wanted to know about that, for sure, so fuck the "gay" inference, if him
doing stuff with me that felt that good, and he wanted to do it, then I
damn sure was down with letting him. Period.

   As we approached the harbor channel, Captain Ron throttled back, and let
the boat glide smoothly into the channel, and idle toward the marina. He
settled back in the seat, and dropped his hand into my lap, gently gripping
my cock, as he smiled, and asked,

   "Feeling better here, I'd guess, huh Brian?"

   I jumped some when he touched me, and felt my dick snap to attention,
going instantly hard as a rock, and glanced down to my lap, still finding
it strange to see another hand massaging my tool. Strange, maybe, but damn
nice, too, I decided, as the good tingles again coursed through me, as he
continued to rub my now rigid dick outside my shorts.

   "Um....yea....for sure....at least I did feel better.....now, I'm, like, all
boned up again!" I croaked, shuddering slightly, as he rubbed up and down
on my erection. Captain Ron chuckled at that, adding pressure to his grip
on my cock, and said,

   "That you are, Son, that you are.....damn, you young boys are like
walking erections......beautiful, smooth, walking erections.....oh yea!"

   We were nearing his boat slip by now, so he released my cock, and turned
his attention to berthing the boat, then, hopped onto the floating dock to
tie her down. As he worked the lines, I worked some more math equations,
trying to distract my brain from the solid post that was poking at my
shorts again. It worked, at least sufficient to let me stand up, and step
off the boat without looking like that walking erection he had made
reference to. Glancing down, I could still make out the outline of my
semi-hardon, but, that was all I was going to get it to wilt, so I just
shrugged it off, and followed Captain Ron into his small office. He put the
keys to the boat in his desk, checked his answering machine, then, sat down
on the small sofa, indicating that I should sit beside him, so I did.

   "So, Brian..." he started, "I'm finished here for the day, and heading
home for a hot shower, and a big barbecued steak, and you are definitely
invited to join me, and spend the night learning exactly what I meant when
I referred to the "other," and "better," things we could do to make you
feel good, if your still interested."

   Interested?? Was he kidding me, for Christ sake, I mean, jeez, the dude
had managed to get me off like a freeking volcano out there on the lake,
and was now promising a night of "other," and "better," whatever that could
possibly mean, and he wondered if I was interested....? Yikes, was I ever!

   "It's strictly your call," he went on, "and before you decide, let me
explain a couple of things to you, so you understand what you are getting
into, if you decide to come home with me, ok?"

   I nodded, already feeling the stirrings of yet another hardon inside my
shorts, as I vividly recalled the intensity of sensation that his rubbing
my dick, and balls, had given me.

   He was aware of the effect he was having on me, and he chuckled,
probably reading my face like a freeking magazine with pictures, and he
paused to glance at my again tented crotch, then continued,

   "Ok, about me then.....I am what is known as a boylover, Brian, a gay man
with a definite preference for sex with young boys, boys very much like
yourself. Don't bother asking me why, I really don't have an answer, other
than that is just how I am, and have been, since I was a young boy myself,
playing with other young boys. As I became a man, I discovered that even
though my body had become adult, my sexual tastes remained fixated on young
boys, with very little interest in other adult males, and at that point, I
realized that I had become a boylover, much like the men that I had
experiences with as a boy. If any of that makes sense to you, then you will
better understand what took place out there on the lake, and why I very
much hope that you will accept my invitation. I can promise you a night of
great adventure, and intense pleasure, probably well beyond your own
imagination, if you will trust me, and allow me to derive my own greatest
pleasure through providing yours. I promise you that absolutely no harm
will come to you, and, tomorrow, I will deposit you safely back with your
friends, a much wiser, and sexually satisfied young boy, who will be well
armed with the knowledge, and experience, to set the course of his
life......so then, young Brian, what do you say?"

   Wow, I thought, that is some speech. Eloquent, definitely, and very
straight forward, as well, but actually, it was kind of wasted on trying to
sell me, since I had already made up my mind I wanted more, a lot more, at
just about the same second that my nuts had popped out there in the boat. I
looked at Captain Ron, wishing that we were already at his house, and
getting into the "other," and better," stuff, and meekly offered up my last
bastion of defense, saying,

   "The thing is, my friends will be worried about me if I don't eventually
show up at camp, and might even go to my parents, or maybe the cops, like
I'm lost, or something.....but man, Captain Ron, I, like, so wanna go with
you, and, um, you know...!"

   He grinned widely, an expression of relief, followed by excitement
crossing his rugged face, and he answered,

   "Oh Brian.....that is just excellent...excellent....and, as for your
friends, I assume you are camped at the Forest Service trail head, right,
well, we can phone the ranger there, and ask him to tell your buddies that
you have decided to go home with a new friend for the night, and that you
will be back tomorrow, all of which is totally true."

   How incredibly simple, I thought, realizing that Mike, and Chip would
totally buy that, given my adventurous personality, and well known
proclivity for making friends out of strangers. Oh man, I suddenly
realized, I am pretty much just giving myself to this man for the night,
and, strangely enough, I can't freeking wait!

   The phone call, and story, were delivered to the park ranger, who agreed
to deliver the message to my bud's, and Captain Mike had secured his small
office for the night, and as he and I walked to his pickup truck, my cock
throbbed with anticipation of the coming events, if you will forgive the
small pun.

   We climbed aboard, and drove out of the resort, entering the hiway,
where we headed toward Captain Mikes home, and once he was settled into the
light traffic, he smiled at me, and asked,

   "Is that pretty penis of yours still hard, Brian?"

   Well, it was, of course, but even if hadn't been, that amazing question
would have certainly made it instantly hard, and I felt my cheeks go hot,
as I nodded my head, and sheepishly squeaked out a small "yes."

   Still beaming at me, he nodded, and calmly said,

   "Excellent....great....let me see it, then, please Brian."

   Fuck! Just like that....? I wondered, as I looked over at him, not
totally sure that I had heard what I just heard.

   "Um.....you mean.....um.....here.....um.....now...I should....?" I managed to
croak, my voice suddenly deciding to crack.

   He chuckled, again nodding his head, and replied,

   "Yes, exactly......here, and now....I'd very much enjoy looking at your
pretty cock, if you would like to show me."

   Holy shit, he is totally serious, I realized, as my blood boiled through
my body, and my cock felt like a granite pole in my shorts. I glanced over
at him once more, then, feeling slightly silly, and a whole bunch excited,
I opened the front of my shorts, and pushed them, and my undies, down under
my balls, letting my rock hard dick stand straight up off my groin. It
bounced a little, then settled, pretty much pointed right at me, and I saw
the smooth head shining with the wetness of my leaking precum. Looking
timidly over at Captain Ron, I saw his tongue pass over his lips a few
times, as he glanced back and forth between my boner, and the road.

   "Thank you, Brian..." he said, as if I'd just passed him the potatoes, or
something, then added, "I'd like you to just slip the shorts all the way
off, please, if you would."

   "Uh....be naked...? I squeaked.

   "Exactly right..." he answered, "after all, I am going to ask you to jack
off for me, and cum, as well, and we don't want to soil your clothes, do
we?"

   Well, of course not, I thought, silly me.....as I eagerly slid the shorts
and undies to my feet, and kicked them free. Oh man, how freeking bizarre,
and hot, is this. I wondered......cooly tooling along the road, naked, and
hard, next to a man older than my Dad. Jeez!

   "Oh Brian!" he purred, "I am so lucky to have met you....your body is
just perfect....so lean, and smooth....hardly a hair on you....and, your
penis....sweet boy cock....beautiful....just totally beautiful.....now please,
Son...play with it for me...stroke it, and let me see that creamy boy cum
squirt!"

   Much as it amazed me, this little scene had me totally going, and I
gripped my rigid stick like it was something I did every day, finding a
good rhythm, and calmly jacking off, while the man watched me between
hurried glimpses at the road. Pretty damn cool, I decided, and, if he
didn't drive us into a freeking tree in the process, I suddenly knew that I
was going to probably seriously slime the inside of his truck, so freeking
hot I had suddenly become to have him see me shoot off. I continued to work
it, the precum endless now, and I used my other hand to tug at my balls as
he asked, and in no time, my load was on the way to daylight. My hips
bucked on the slick seat of the truck, and my back arched, pushing my cock
into my fist, as my nuts went tight, and I erupted, the first jet of creamy
cum flying from the slit in my cock head, and splattering over the
dashboard in front of me. The second rope ejected, and then the third, and
fourth, as I grunted in cadence with each ejaculation. My legs were
streaked with the stuff, and the remaining little drizzles kind of oozed
out, and ran down over the back of my hand, as I sagged against the seat,
my head spinning from the force, and excitement, of the orgasm.

   "Excellent, Brian....oh yea....damned fine load, too.....well done,
boy.....very well done!" Captain Ron enthused, his eyes spending more time
taking in the copious results of my effort, than actually driving the
truck. "Taste is, Son...." he urged, and I cringed slightly at the
suggestion, never actually having thought of such a thing, but, as he
continued to urge me, my natural curiosity took over, and I lifted the back
of my hand to my mouth, and stuck out my tongue, lapping up a large pool of
my thick, warm semen, and running it into my mouth. A little bitter, and
salty, were the first words that ran through my mind, as I smacked my
mouth, savoring the strange texture, and slickness of the stuff, and I
looked sheepishly at Captain Ron, who was grinning like he had just been
told he won the lottery, as he nodded his head up and down.

   "You are such a good boy, Brian....perfect....and we are going to have a
night to remember, you and me, very definitely, a night to remember."

   Well, I thought, he has that nailed, big time, it had already been a
time I wasn't likely to ever forget, and hell, we weren't even to his home
yet!

(To Be Continued)
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