Date: Wed, 30 Nov 2005 13:43:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chat Room Boy (10)

   Not long after the hot little scene on the beach at Secret Cove had
played itself out, Bret and I headed back into the water, beating a hasty
retreat back to my boat. One of the guys who was sunning a bit further down
the cove from our little group had jogged over to tip us that the county
sheriff deputies had parked off the road that ran above the cove, and were
making their way down the steep trail to run one of their semi-regular
checks of the beach action. Not really caring to explain the presence of a
very young, and very naked, Bret to the officers, I felt it best to haul
ass, as it were.

  We had swum out, and climbed aboard the boat, before the officers made
their way down the trail, and as I fired up the engine, I looked back at
Randy, who was holding his arm aloft, a circled finger and thumb sign
clearly visible, and a wide smile on his handsome face. Apparently, he had
very much enjoyed his small beach frolic with my boy, and was letting me
know. I gave him an exaggerated bow from the waist, and hit the throttle,
gunning the boat out toward open water. Bret, settled in next to me, his
smooth naked hip pressed firmly against my own.

   We went out a couple hundred feet off shore, and I pointed the bow
toward Kings Beach, and reduced the power some, so the boat settled into an
easy cruise attitude, and the noise quieted to a low, throaty rumble of the
tuned exhaust. I slipped my arm around Bret, and leaned over to lick his
small ear, and asked, "So, hot-stuff, what did you think of Secret cove?"
He grinned widely, and nodded his head, saying, "Oh man, Kelly!" he gushed,
"That so rocks...awesome....those two guys....and Randy....um....yea...awesome,
for sure!" I chuckled, and dropped my hand into his lap, my fingers
encircling his cute boy meat, and said, "Yea, it rocks, no
doubt....and....you were obviously quite the hit, as well...with Randy,
definitely.!" He giggled sweetly, and a nice shade of pink flushed over his
creamy cheeks, and he replied, meekly, "Yea, for sure...that was SO
cool....him...um...all squirting on me like that!" I nodded, steering the boat
with one hand, and lightly fingering his growing erection with the
other. Ah, youth....a marvelous quality, or, to quote Billy Crystal,
"MAAAVALUUUUS!"

   As much as I was showing definite interest in Bret's cock showing
interest in me, it was, alas, too late in the day to head for deep water,
and another round of hide the weenie, so I regrettably headed in, taking
Bret back to the dock, so that he returned home on time, keeping peace with
his Mother. We slid into our shorts, but not before I took one last
opportunity to bend down, and briefly suck his perfect little
sprout. Sitting up, I smacked my lips loudly, and wiggled my eyebrows at
him, saying, "More, much, much, more....and soon!" he giggled, and nodded
his head in agreement. We slid to a stop at the dock, and Bret hopped out,
bending to slap my palm with his, before turning, and bounding up the short
stairway to the main pier, my eyes burning laser spots onto the cute cheeks
of his very sweet little ass. I sighed, and shook my head in wonder, then,
restarted the motor, and set a course for Incline, and home. As I skimmed
over the light chop of the lake, I reflected on the events of another
pretty incredible day with Bret, and once more gave thanks to the powers
that allowed that meeting with the chat room boy.

   I idled into the condo marina, and into my slip, and turned off the
boat. I did a quick square away of the deck area, and pulled the cover on,
secured the lines, and headed to my unit. Inside, I listened to a few voice
mails, then logged onto my email, smiling, as I saw a message from
Ncaliboy, highlighted, and marked "Most urgent." Clicking it open, I
laughed out loud, when I saw, "Much, Much, Much,
MORE.....Soon.....PLEEEEEEEEEZE!" A boy after my own heart, that Bret, no
doubt about it! I checked a few other business messages, then logged off,
and changed into a pair of swim trunks. I grabbed a towel, and a couple of
cold ones from the fridge, and headed out to the pool area, thinking a soak
in the spa would be great.

   Entering the spa gazebo, I set the beers at the edge of the bubbling
pool, and stepped into the hot, steaming water, and settled in, a jet
bubbling at the center of my back. I opened a beer, took a long pull, and
relaxed into the soothing water, closing my eyes, and once more reflecting
on the day. I sensed a presence, and opened my eyes, looking into the wide
smile of a slightly sunburned Randy, as he pulled a tee shirt over his
head. I let my eyes drift down to the impressive bulge in his tiny Speedo,
and had a brief mental flash of that throbbing cannon unloading repeated
ropes of thick cum onto Bret's smooth, and already coated, torso, and
dropped my hand under water to adjust my thickening cock in my
trunks. "What happened to sweet-meat?" he asked, as he slid into the foamy
water opposite me. I smiled, and answered, "Had to report in at home...he is
still a kid, you know." Randy grinned, and replied, "Oh yes....a boy kid, to
be succinct, which is definitely the very best kind!" I chuckled, and
muttered, "Pervert!" Randy cackled lewdly, and came back, "Moi?" then, "And
what, then, does that make you...after all....I'm not the one fucking the
little darling....yet, anyway."  I laughed, and replied, "True.....and it's
got you eating your heart out, too, right?" He grinned, and nodded his
agreement, then said, "Also very true...I admit it....and....I would also
admit that I'd much rather be eating out his sweet little boy pussy!" I
shook my head, slightly incredulous, as always, with Randy's directness. He
winked at me, and added, slightly soto voice, "You will tell me, should I
offend your tender sensibilities, won't you?" I had to chuckle, and
replied, "He's a big boy, Randy....I don't own him...and, the truth is, he
pretty much enjoyed your voracious hosing this afternoon." Randy wiggled
his eyebrows in a lecherous fashion, grinned, and replied, "Did he
now....well...there is certainly more, where that meager little load came
from!" I had to chuckle again, at his choice of the "meager" adjective, I
had seen it up close and personal, after all, and "meager" would not have
been the word to occur to me.

   Randy and I shared the spa, and my beers, chatting for the next half
hour, or so, during which he related to me that one of his more flamboyant
boy lover friends was hosting one of his infamous "boyz night" parties this
coming weekend. The guy he referred to was well known in the local gay
circles as a consummate boy lover, approaching the extreme. He was filthy
rich, having suddenly become the sole heir to a serious high-tech fortune
during the early nineties, when his industrialist father had dropped dead
suddenly, while touring the Greek Isles. His base of operation was an
almost obscene, gregarious mansion dug into the side of Mt. Rose, high
above the lake. I had attended a couple of his bashes in the past, and had
to admit that both the place, and the attendees were the stuff of urban
legends. I had, admittedly, enjoyed some succulent boy flesh at his
"parties," and would happily accept future invitations, though the open use
of recreational drugs, and the degree of kink displayed by some of the more
colorful guests wasn't totally to my taste. Be all of that as it may, when
Randy extended an invitation to attend, and, naturally, suggested that I
bring along the very attractive Bret, I quickly accepted, with the proviso
that I would first explain to Bret the goings on, and leave his choice of
attendance totally up to him. Randy readily agreed, stating confidently,
"Oh, he'll come....and....then, cum!" with a twinkle in his eyes, and a
cackling little laugh.

(To Be Continued)
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