Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2005 14:07:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chat Room Boy (13)

   We skimmed smoothly across the glassy surface of the lake, and in short
order, we were off the very private little cove known as Secret Cove, and I
cut the power, letting the boat settle into a drift about a hundred feet
off the beach. The boys were all giggles, and sweet blushes, as they
eagerly contemplated going ashore to the infamous nude/gay beach. Bret, of
course, was already a veteran of the experience, having once before visited
the place. I reached down to adjust my cock as I began to react to my vivid
memory of that previous visit, remembering how Bret had watched,
fascinated, as two of the beach-goers had demonstrated the proper technique
of administering, and receiving, a first rate blow job. I grew fully erect,
as I recalled slowly stroking Bret's sweet cock to orgasm, as he stared at
the very erotic display, and had then allowed my friend Randy to ejaculate
a copious load over his silky smooth torso.

   I tossed the anchor overboard, then, turned toward the boys, and asked,
"So, Dudes, the moment of truth arrives....you want to go ashore, or...?"
Bret quickly responded in the affirmative, but Jason hedged a little,
casting a nervous glance toward the beach. I looked too, and noted that
there appeared to be just three guys visible on the beach, which was a good
thing for someone experiencing public nudity, and whatever else might
occur, for what I assumed was the first time. "No pressure, Jason, if
you're not comfortable, its cool, Bret and I can do this another time." I
said, and Jason once again scanned the beach before answering. He turned
his head to look at me, his azure blue eyes gleaming in the bright
sunshine, then, glanced sheepishly at Bret, and said, "You wanna go in,
right, Bret?" Bret giggled, and replied, "Totally, for sure, it's awesome,
Jase, and hey, if your sweating getting a woody, don't, cause I think your
actually supposed to!" That struck me as not only funny, but also as pretty
much the truth, and I laughed, saying, "Well, it's not like you have to,
but hey, look at me, I'm like, already there!" Both boys quickly dropped
their eyes to my tented crotch, and Jason's creamy cheeks flushed a serious
pink, and those blue eyes grew wider. Bret chuckled, and mumbled, "Sweet!"

   The awkward moment was brief, as Bret suddenly shucked his swim trunks,
revealing his very erect cock, and I quickly took his cue to break the ice,
skinning out of my own trunks, my hardon poking the air in front of
me. Jason flushed a little deeper shade, and his head was like ball bearing
mounted, as he swiveled it between the very naked Bret, and an equally
naked me, several times. "Aw, come on Dude!" coaxed Bret, "It's gonna shink
all up in that freeking cold water, anyhow!" Jason fixed his stare on
Bret's bobbing erection, and a slow smile spread over his glowing face, as
he muttered, "Jeez, Bret....nice one!" Bret preened sweetly, placing his
hands up behind his head, as he thrust his slim hips slightly forward, and
boldly replied, "Gosh thanks, stud....you be a really good boy, and I might
even let you play with it!" Jason continued to openly stare at Bret's
waving erection, and squeaked, "Awesome!" With one more quick glance toward
shore, his hands moved the elastic waist of his fully tented trunks, and he
rapidly skinned them down his smooth legs, then, stepped out of the small
puddle of material at his feet.

   Did I mention before that I had strong suspicions that Jason was quite
probably gifted in the boy parts department? Well, that suspicion was very
definitely confirmed, as I hungrily drank in the sight of his proud
erection, as it angled nearly straight up from his small pubic patch,
clearly a well above average specimen, for a boy his age, or, for that
matter, a male of any age. Part of it might have been a sort of optical
illusion, given his relative smallness, and his slim build, but the piece
of boy meat that jutted from his groin was nothing sort of spectacular. He
must have reached close to seven inches easily, and a good half that number
in thickness, a perfectly shaped penis that was neatly circumcised, the
flared head a perfect mushroom shape. His balls were smooth, and plump,
with very little hang to them, as they bulged between his thighs, snug to
his body, and appeared mostly hairless, save for some fine down that shone
in the sunlight. My mouth was suddenly flooded with saliva as I stared at
the very impressive equipment, and imagined its throbbing thickness filling
my mouth, and I had to laugh out loud, when I heard Bret's astonished voice
say, "Holy shit, Jase, you are freeking huge!" Poor Jason, already at an
emotional overload, turned a deep crimson shade, and muttered, "Oh, jeez!"

   I could hardly believe my eyes a few seconds later, as Bret calmly
stepped closer to Jason, and boldly wrapped his palm around the impressive
girth of Jason's cock, stroking it, as if he had done it countless times
before. "Oh man!" Bret enthused, "this thing rocks, big time....hey Kelly,
check out this bad boy, Dude!" he ranted, looking over at me. Not one to
miss such a golden opportunity to fondle a nubile young boy, much less one
so admirably equipped, I quickly responded to Bret's invitation, and
stepped closer, taking over where Bret left off, as he released the thick
sausage, allowing me to grip it, and slide the velvet soft skin back and
forth over the rock solid tissue of it's core.

   Now, I have felt the heft of my share of turgid cock meat in my time,
albeit not that many teenage boys, but this thing was just
incredible. Exceedingly warm to the touch, and so satin-smooth, the fleshy
tube seemed to weigh about a pound, as I cradled it in my palm, and hefted
it. Still gently rubbing my hand over the length of it, I reached out my
other hand, and cupped that plump sac of balls, rolling the grape-sized
orbs with my fingers, while Jason emitted a few soft moans. "Very nice,
Jason, very nice, indeed!" I muttered, and I tugged slightly on his heavy
balls, as I worked the flat of my thumb over his leaking cock head,
spreading the slick fluid that was freely oozing from the tiny slit that
centered his mushroom head. "Ahhh.....fuck...!" Jason suddenly growled, as
his hips thrust strongly forward, and he rocked upward onto his toes, and
erupted, a rapid volley of his creamy cum ejecting into the air, before
pooling on the deck carpet in several good size blotches. "Oh
shit....freeking awesome!" Screeched Bret, his gaze glued to the spitting
head of Bret's thick tool, his pretty eyes the size of small saucers. Jason
finished emptying his charged balls, and shuddered strongly, his slim body
shaking from head to toe, as he meekly stammered, "Oh jeez...sorry,
dudes...that was...just...too freeking...hot!"

   Bret and I both laughed at his stammering apology for an act that we had
both found erotic beyond belief, and Bret suddenly thrust his very stiff
nail at my cum coated hand, and demanded, "Do me now, Kelly...hurry
dude...I'm so freeking hot right now!" Realizing that this was very
suddenly turning into one of my very best days ever, I quickly grasped
Bret's turgid tool in my hand, and began a rapid stroking of its throbbing
length, smearing the remnants of Jason's copious discharge over the steely
hard shaft as an impromptu lube. Bret groaned loudly, and rapidly thrust
his cute butt back and forth, driving his hot cock into my grip, and in a
matter of what seemed seconds, ejected several long ropes of his sweet cum,
adding to the slime already deposited on the boat deck. Jason giggled,
taking his own turn at the very wide-eyed look, and muttered,
"Awesome......freeking good job, Bret!"

   I was sorely tempted to latch on to Bret, and bend him over the motor
housing, and bury my own rock hardness into his sweet little cave, but
resisted, fearing that it might be a tad too much, and a tad too quickly,
for the wide eyed Jason to fathom all at once. Instead, I playfully slapped
both of those very cute, very naked, little boy butts, and pronounced, "Ok,
last one to the beach gets to blow the other two!" A squeal of giggles
pierced the air, as both naked nymphs instantly plunged over the side of
the boat, entering the chilly water with a great amount of splashing and
churning, as they each began strongly stroking for shore. I wondered
momentarily if they had heard my earlier challenge clearly, regarding the
pecking order for on-shore arrivals, to wit, the last one to the beach gets
to blow the other two. As I glanced at their progress toward shore, I
smiled wickedly, totally pleased with the knowledge that I was clearly
going to be last. Oh well, I decided, I suppose somebody has to do it! With
that happy thought, I dove in, and began my leisurely swim to the beach, my
mind filled with the very pleasant prospect of paying up on the challenge,
sooner, I hoped, rather than later!

  I reached the shallows, and stood, my earlier erection having gone the
way of most, when suddenly immersed in water barely reaching 70 degrees. I
waded ashore, my shriveled cock nesting atop my very taut scrotum. Water
that cold will take the wrinkles out your sac, every time. I joined the
boys, who were reclined on the large, smooth boulders that dotted the
beach, letting the sun restore the warmth, and circulation, to their
chilled bodies. I smiled, noting that even the somewhat epic proportions of
Jason's tool had succumbed to the infamous chill of the waters of Lake
Tahoe, and I longed for the opportunity to revive its full potential, via
mouth to meat resuscitation. I settled in beside them, and let the warm,
high mountain sun work it recuperative wonders on my chilled bones. After a
while, two of the other beach occupants invited us to join in on a Frisbee
toss, and soon we had we evolved into a happy group of nude sunbathers
enjoying a gorgeous mountain day at the lake. I did, however, notice early
on that I was definitely not the only member of our little flock that was
having difficulty concentrating on the flight of the Frisbee, that fleshy
tube swinging freely between Jason's legs being a major distraction, as was
Bret's cute little butt.


We played at the Frisbee thing for quite a while, until the late afternoon
sun grew too warm, then, once more braved the frigid water for a brief
cool-down swim before returning to the beach. Our new friends bid their
goodbyes, and slipped into some shorts, before heading up the steep trail
to the road above. Their departure left the three of us alone in the cove,
and my mind returned to thoughts of my having "lost" the "last one ashore'
challenge. Jason had reclined on the warm sand, his head propped against
one of the boulders, and I dropped down beside him, running my hand over
the smooth skin of his firm thigh. His thick cock responded quickly, as
teen boys are wont to do, and I watched, in a sort of mid awe, as the thick
stalk inflated, and attained full erection before my hungry gaze. I let my
fingers lightly graze over his plump ball sac, and he stirred, mumbling
softly, "Jeez, Kelly, I gotta tell you, man, that really felt awesome, out
there on the boat before." I grinned, and nodded, then gently hefted his
full balls in my hand, prodding the twin spheres with my fingers. "Cool,
Jason." I replied, "I thought it was pretty hot, too." He smiled, and
flexed that heavy equipment that lay prone against his groin, and coyly
said, "You....um....wanna do it, again?" I chuckled, and closed my fingers
around his meaty stalk, stroking the silky skin slowly, and answered, "I
do, definitely, but, there is the matter of my paying off on the challenge,
too." He lifted his head, and looked at me, his azure blue eyes twinkling,
as he registered my meaning, and he winked at me then, and said, "Yea, well
hey, you're the one who made the challenge, and, you're the one who was
last, right?" I chuckled again, feigning disappointment, and replied, "All
very true, Jason, all very true, and, well, a deal is a deal, right?" He
giggled sweetly, and nodded, then thrust that registered weapon upward, and
said, "Payday, Dude." I grinned, still stroking the thick meat in my fist,
and nodded again, saying, "Sure glad that's one bet that I lost." With
that, I leaned forward, and slid that hot, pulsing monster into my hungry
mouth.

   Jason groaned, as I swallowed his thick shaft, gagging slightly, as the
massive head stuck in my throat, and I backed off a touch, closing my
fingers around the base and stroking there, in sync with my head bobbing up
and down the remainder of his incredible cock. My saliva flowed like a
faucet, and I reveled in the sweet boy-taste of him, so fresh, and vibrant
in my mouth, as I sucked him, my free hand letting my fingers roam lightly
over his inner thighs, and his plump balls. He began a steady cadence of
soft mews, and moans, as I wasted no time in bringing him to the edge,
encouraged somewhat by Bret's quiet observation of my oral onslaught on
Jason's rigid cock. I could see him from my peripheral vision, leaned back
on a rock, his hand slowly stroking his own very hard erection, as he
intently watched me sucking his well hung friend. I took Jason's meat deep,
held it, and turned my head slightly toward Bret, and winked, the bulbous
head of Jason's fat cock bowing out my cheek like a squirrel hoarding
nuts. Bret grinned, and gave me a thumb's up with his non-occupied hand, as
he continued his slow stroking. I slid Jason's cock free of my puffy lips
for a second, and cautioned Bret, "Don't take that too far, dude, I owe you
too, you know." He grinned, and nodded, and I eagerly swallowed Jason's
tasty tube once more, resuming my rhythm.

   As it had been on the boat, Jason was soon thrusting his hips at me, and
emitting a steady series of soft groans, as his amazing cock began offering
up a steady flow of precum that painted the inside of my mouth, and caused
me to drool, my saliva adding to the slickness of his turgid meat. He was
very close, I could tell, and I increased the pace of my sucking, as well
as my stroking of the base of his cock, and in another minute he lifted his
butt off the sand, and slammed that massive missile deep in my mouth, and
exploded, sending several rapid jets of warm cum over my tongue, and into
my throat, as I quickly swallowed, striving to stay even with his
impressive flow of sweet/salty boy cum. By the time he finished, I was so
filled with his milky fluid that it was nearly running out my nose, and he
finally relaxed, giving forth with a huge sigh, and sagged back onto the
sand, spent totally. I suckled at his wilting meat a bit longer, my fingers
squeezing the base to milk that final strings of his essence from those
bloated balls, then, released him, staring in wonder, once again, at the
proportions of his thick boyhood. He opened his eyes, and smiled at me,
once again exhaling deeply, and said, "Oh
man.....that....is....so....awesome!" I winked at him, then, turned
slightly, and beckoned the widely grinning Bret with a finger, saying
sweetly, "Next....?" He blushed brightly, and I followed his gaze downward,
noting the strings of shiny, wet cum streaked across his soft tummy, then,
looked back into his eyes, my eyebrows lifting in question. He giggled,
blushing even more furiously, and squeaked, "Uh...next time, I
guess....that was just....too freeking hot....and....well...you know...!" I
chuckled, shaking my head, and replied, "Ah....well, ok dude....nothing
wrong with an I.O.U.....right?" He giggled some more, nodding his pretty
head sweetly. Cool, I decided, it was always good to have something left in
the bank!

(To Be Continued)
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