Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2006 13:37:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chat Room Boy (18)

   No matter how many times I had experienced it, I was always slightly
amazed at how quickly the High Sierra Summer passed. It was like the warm
weather had just begun, and one morning I woke up, and the feel of Fall was
already in the air. This particular summer would always rank high on my
list of favorites, though, and all of the time that I had spent with young
Bret was, indeed, special. You know what, that old saw about time flying,
when you are having fun, is totally true.

  Bret and I had made the most of the fleeting summer, spending several
more days out on the boat, and at Meeks Bay, as well as a couple of more
forages to Secret Cove, the gay/nude beach. We even managed to reprise the
incredible early morning we had spent on the small island in Emerald Bay,
with much the same result. Also not to be forgotten were the afternoons
that found the two of us cuddled in my condo, where I feverishly explored
his awesome young body, as if for the first time, every time.

   But, to quote yet another old saw, all good things must end,
eventually. School had reopened for Bret, which limited our opportunities
to hook up, and that was further diminished by his landing an after school,
and weekend job. While that development tossed a fairly large obstacle in
our path, I was happy for him, knowing how badly he wanted his own car when
the license made him legal to drive, and also knowing that his Mother was
not in a financial position to just supply him with one. While I happen to
be a firm believer that young people tend to have much more respect for the
possessions that they acquire through their own effort and sacrifice, I did
commit to assist Bret in obtaining a set of wheels that would not be just
some junker. His safety had to count for something, and besides, I could
afford it. I also felt that I had occupied a good deal of his summers free
time that he could have used for gainful employment, and just look at what
that would have cost me. So, all things considered, my offering to kick in
a few bucks toward his goal when the time came, seemed like pretty much of
a win-win.

   As the fates would have it, my own availability took a fairly
substantial dive shortly after the Labor Day holiday. I had submitted a bid
to provide some technical consulting work to a firm located in Las Vegas,
and, much to my surprise, mine turned out to be the wining bid. The company
had contacted me, and offered me the contract, which I accepted. Accepting
meant that a good portion of the coming winter would find me in Sin City, a
prospect that didn't, frankly, look all that bad to me, as a veteran of
many a Lake Tahoe winter. It might be nice to stay warm, and relatively
dry, during the winter months for a change. I had flown down to Vegas, and
rented a furnished apartment as temporary digs, and had made arrangements
with my condo management to keep an eye on the homestead in my absence.

   A good buddy's family owned a lake front place over on the North shore,
a development know as Dollar Point, which was an entirely fitting name,
given that mucho^ amounts of same were required to own there. The place had
its own pier, complete with enclosed boathouse, which went unused during
the winter, as the family had only a fair-weather interest in the
place. Knowing of Las Vegas stint, the friend had offered me the use of the
boat house as winter dry dock storage for my boat, and I had quickly
accepted. I was planning to drive the boat over there later in the
afternoon, and had already left my car on that end, to use for the return
trip after securing the boat. Bret had arranged for some school friend to
drop him at my condo after school, and as soon as he showed up, we would
embark on the final voyage of the summer. It was a great day for a trip
across the pond, with ample sunshine, and calm winds, although the
temperature out on the water would be cool. I locked up, and headed down to
the marina to wait for Bret's arrival.

   After a short wait, I saw him walking across the parking lot, headed for
the marina, and I smiled, thinking how damn cute he was, and once again
giving my thanks for that chat room, where the whole adventure had
begun. He clamored down the wooden stairway, and onto the dock, walking
toward me, and flashing his killer smile. He had on a hooded sweatshirt
against the cool air, and a very nicely fitted pair of Levi's, which hugged
his trim contours in exactly the way that I was sure the manufacturer had
intended. His feet sported crisp white tennis shoes, and he looked very
preppy, indeed. He approached, and hopped on board, giving me a hug. I
returned the hug, my ever rampant cock reacting to the closeness of his
lithe body as I held him against me. The always fresh scent of him wafted
over me, and I was reluctant to let him go, he felt so right, exactly where
he was. We finally broke it off, and I asked him to release the bow line
from the pier cleat, my eyes hungrily perving his trim little butt as he
bent over to untie the line. Damn, I thought, I am so going to miss that,
and the stunning boy to which it is attached.

   We got under way, and I planed the boat at a comfortable speed, then,
signaled Bret to scoot in next to me on the driver's seat. He cuddled in
snugly, his firm thigh pressed against my own, and I dropped my hand into
his lap, giving that precious boy cock a squeeze. He grinned, and opened
his legs a bit wider, offering me further encouragement, which I quickly
accepted, boldly fondling his rapidly stiffening tool, and his plump
balls. He snuggled tightly against me, telling me how good it felt, and how
much he was going to miss our being together. I, of course, agreed
completely, and told him so. We pretty much had the whole lake to
ourselves, there not being a single boat anywhere in sight, so as our
little grope and tell escalated, Bret laughed sweetly at my suggestion that
he let the big dog out to hunt, then, did just that. He rose up slightly,
and worked the fly of the Levi's then, slid them down on his thighs. The
scamp wasn't wearing any undies, and his pretty prick popped proudly into
view. I chuckled, and wrapped my fingers around the silky smooth shaft, and
stroked it, as he nuzzled against me, giving off small mews of pleasure.

   As we approached the pier of destination, I slowed the boat, and gave
the maneuvering task my full attention, as Bret restored his Levi's,
snapping only the top button, and leaving the zipper open. I adjusted my
own erection in my cramped crotch, and guided the boat under the boat
house, and stopped. I secured the winch lines fore, and aft, and hit the
switch to start the winch. It groaned to life, and slowly lifted the boat
out of the water, and winched it up inside the covered structure, then,
ground to a stop. I fixed the stabilizing cables to the gunwales, and we
were set, safe and snug for the winter. I reached down, and gripped Bret's
hand, pulling him to his feet, and hugged him to me. I moved my hand down
between us, and fingered open the snap of his fly, and dug inside, to grip
his still hard cock. "Now, where was I...?" I mumbled, and he giggled,
saying, "That right there is close, but, not quite right." With that, he
hooked his thumbs into the top of the jeans, and quickly pushed them down
his smooth legs. His cock sprang free, and pointed straight out from his
groin, waving temptingly between us. I once again gripped its shaft, and
moved the silky skin back and forth, as I pulled him closer, and kissed his
soft, lush mouth. As we broke the kiss, Bret buried his head against my
chest, and I could smell the crisp freshness of his hair, as I buried my
nose in it, and slid my fingers lower to cup his taut ball sac. "Damn,
baby-boy, being without you is so going to suck!" I said, and his head
nodded slightly, as he replied, "I know, huh....or maybe...more like...it's
NOT gonna be any sucking....and that's even worse!" I chuckled, and nudged
him backward onto the bench seat at the stern, then, dropped to my knees in
front of him. I tugged at the Levi's, managing to free them of his legs,
and feet, and tossed them aside. I once more gripped his turgid erection,
and said, "Well, I haven't left town just yet, and, I am definitely going
to suck this beauty, at least one more time!" He giggled, as I leaned over
him, and slid his rigid cock into my mouth, taking him fully, until my nose
was buried in his silky pubes. "Agggg, Kelly......God....good...!" he
chirped, and I moved my head over him, sucking his pretty cock as if I was
never going to see it again. I gripped his tight balls, and tugged them,
slobbering loudly over his sweet cock, and he thrust his slim hips back and
forth, keeping pace with me.

   I'm not sure, maybe it was the sense of finality, or just plain lust for
the boy that suddenly came over me, but I knew beyond a doubt that I
wanted, no, needed, to fuck him, right here, and right now! I slid his cock
out of my mouth, and hoisted his legs up, bending them back toward his
chest. His sweet little bubble butt rolled upward, and parted, exposing his
pink little wrinkle to my hungry gaze. I groaned, reveling in the view, and
the scent of him, then, dove right in, my tongue lapping over his tight
little pucker, before stabbing inside. He groaned loudly, grabbing at his
legs to support them, and opened his core wider to my assault. I worked my
tongue in and out of his snug chute for a while, then pulled away, and dug
into my pocket, retrieving a bottle of lube. I stood, and tore at my
clothes, watching Bret, as he slowly stroked his rock hard cock in his
fist. Naked now, I moved over to Bret, and poked my rampant cock at his
lush lips, moving the head back forth over those soft lips, and shuddered,
as his pink tongue slid out to lick at the head of my cock. I probed him a
bit harder, and whispered to him, "Suck me, Baby-boy....open that pretty
mouth....and....suck me." He responded instantly, dropping his jaw, and
leaning forward to engulf my cock to the hilt. His mouth was like soft
butter, so warm and smooth, as he moved back and forth, sucking my
throbbing cock.

   I let him work me a few minutes, then, was once more overwhelmed with
the need to possess him totally, so I stepped away, sliding my cock from
his lips, as he moaned. I drizzled the lube onto my cock, then worked it
with my hand a few times, before getting my knees onto the seat between
Bret's wide spread legs. I held my cock, and centered the shiny head on his
pucker, and pushed. I groaned, as I watched his tiny flower expand, and
stretch, slowly swallowing my thick cock, inch by inch, until I was buried
inside of him, and I stopped. Bret rolled his head around on the seat, his
mouth gaped open, and his eyes clamped shut. I slid back a bit, then, once
more drove fully into him. I paused, then withdrew, leaving only the head
inside his incredible tightness. I paused, and ran my hand over his satin
smooth chest, my fingers lightly pinching his small nipples, and he
grunted, exhaling loudly, as I once more slid fully inside him. I could
feel his pussy muscles working as he flexed and relaxed them, alternately
squeezing down on my shaft, and releasing it, as I drilled in and out of
him, my senses reeling with his heat, and tightness.

   All too soon I knew it was over, as my balls ached for release, and my
cock began the heavenly spasms that foretell of impending orgasm. I picked
up the pace, piston fucking him, as he thrust, and rolled his pretty little
ass in time with my thrusts. "Ahhh...Bret....baby....gonna......fill you
up.....aggg...!" I chanted, my hips nearly a blur as I hammered into him,
until my cock just exploded, spewing my pent up load into his creamy tunnel
in rapid fire bursts of thick cream. I was dizzy, so intense was the orgasm
that rocked my soul, and I drained every drop of my nut juice inside the
gripping boy pussy that surrounded my aching cock. Spent, I pulled out of
him, and watched briefly, as my thick cream began to ooz from his battered
and stretched hole. I dropped forward between his legs, and gripped his
drooling boy cock, deftly sliding the entire morsel into my mouth, and
sucked it, wantonly, hungry to taste his creamy boy cum once more. Bret
humped his hips at me, driving his randy cock between my sucking lips, and
called out loudly, as his cock erupted, and ejected his boy batter over my
tongue. I swallowed greedily, my fingers milking the wilting shaft for more
of his sweet essence, until there was none. I released his now soft, and
pretty cock from my puffy lips, and moved on top of him, holding my boy in
my arms, as our soaked and slimy crotches smeared our mixed fluids over our
sweaty skin. "Oh Bret....baby....my God....I can't wait for next summer to
be here!" I told him, and he held me tightly in his smooth arms, and
replied, "I know, Kelly....I can't hardly wait, either!"

   And so ended our summer saga, as I deposited a well-fucked Bret at home,
and drove back to my condo. First thing in the morning I would be off to
Las Vegas, and who knew what new adventures, but, whatever fortune Vegas
might bring, I truly would be eagerly awaiting another Lake Tahoe summer,
with my chat room boy.

The End
Storyguy22@yahoo.com

Author note: As we conclude this summer fling, I want to thank all of those
who faithfully followed along, and additional thanks to the many readers
who took the time to email comments, and suggestions. It is all of you who
make the writing effort worthwhile, and rewarding.