Date: Wed, 2 Nov 2005 13:40:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chat Room Boy (2)

   It had been a long night, during which I slept fitfully, my mind unable
to let go of the myriad of thoughts I was having about Bret, and our
meeting later today. I got out of bed early, and took my coffee down to the
marina, where I passed the time doing a light cleaning of my already
spotless boat. As I worked, I decided to take the boat to the Tiki Hut when
I went to meet Bret, rather than driving. Either way it was a short trip,
but I figured he might be less reluctant to let me get him alone on the
boat than in my car. During our chat last evening, I had gleaned a definite
eagerness toward his pent up desire to experience gay sex, but also a
definite underlying skittishness about the whole thing, and I wanted to
make our hookup as pressure free as possible.

   Taking the boat would definitely be best, I decided. It is, after all,
one hell of a boat, and never fails to be the envy of virtually all teen
boys who see it, so why should Bret be any different. There were certain
perks about tooling around the lake in a shiny new Mastercraft Prostar that
easily justified the hefty sticker price that it had commanded. I finished
prepping the boat, and headed back to my condo to shower and dress.

   My shower routine complete, I slid on a pair of cargo shorts, the loose
fitting, multiple pocket type, skipping the confining underwear as I often
did. What the hell, I figured, if things worked out with Bret, then it was
one less item of clothing to fool with, and, if not, I'd probably end up
cruising over to the nude beach at Secret Harbor, and undies were the last
thing I would need there. I topped off the outfit with a tank top
emblazoned with some band logo, and a pair of sandals, sans sox, and headed
back to the marina. I stopped at the mom-and-pop store at the marina, and
picked up a sixer of beer, and another of soda, some chips, and ice.  At
the boat, I iced down the drinks, stowed the snacks, and checked the stash
cabinet, ensuring that I had adequate towels, sun block, and, of course,
plenty of lube, should the occasion, um, arise. Satisfied that I was well
equipped for whatever the day might bring, I fired up the throaty engine,
and backed out of my slip, then, eased the boat through the marina, and out
onto the open lake. The day was cloudless, and totally calm, the huge lake
standing flat as glass, and shimmering azure blue under the bright, sunny
sky. A picture perfect Lake Tahoe summer day if ever there was one, and I
hoped that it foretold of good things to come, namely, a boy named Bret
with a very curious, and horny, attitude.

   I reached the outer buoy of the marina, and pushed forward on the
throttle, once again feeling the rush that accompanies the power, and rapid
acceleration of the Prostar, every time I hit it this way. The bow quickly
came on plane, and flattened out, knifing through the perfectly flat water,
a tall plume of wake peeling off both sides of the stern, creating
multi-colored rainbow effects as the sun passed through the rapidly moving
water plumes. I ran a straight out course, heading toward the middle of the
lake, until I was maybe two hundred yards off shore, then turned west, and
ran parallel to the shoreline, as I headed for Carnealian Bay, some five
miles distant. I sat on the seat back, loving the cool wind in my face, and
the powerful vibration of the boat hull under me, as the 350 horsepower
engine allowed the hull to slice effortlessly through the calm water. I
glanced longingly at the curved front passenger bench seat that faced
slightly backward to allow for skier observation, and then at the boat
width bench seat at the stern end of the prostar, and had no problem
visualizing a very naked Bret reclined at either position, while my hands,
and mouth worked happily over his lithe body. I sighed, and hoped for the
best.

   In seemingly no time, Carnealian Bay loomed into view to my right, and I
cranked the wheel, aiming for the pier that extended into the lake from the
Tiki Hut. As I drew closer, I throttled back on the engine, and the boat
slowed, the bow easing down, until it was flat on the lake surface. I
slowed further, and idled into the pier, where I reached out a hand, and
grabbed onto the vertical piling, stopping the boat. I dropped a couple of
fenders over the side, and pulled the boat against the dock, securing a bow
line, and then a stern line. I killed the motor, and hopped out of the
boat, climbing the short stairway up to the pier. I headed down the pier
toward the Café, eager to finally meet my young chat room buddy.

   Bret had told me he would be wearing yellow shorts, and a white shirt,
and as I entered the restaurant, my eyes rapidly scanned the somewhat dim
room, not yet fully adjusted to the sudden change from bright sun, to the
dimly lit interior of the bar. I had completed about half my scan, when a
soft voice from my right said, "Uh...Kelly....?" I turned my head, and came
face to face with my long time dream come to life, my initial slightly
stunned look rapidly changing over to a broad grin, as I replied, "Bret...oh
man...please say you are Bret!!" The more-than-I-ever-hoped-for boy before
me broke into a dazzling, if slightly shy, smile, and nodded his head, his
soft hair flowing over his smooth forehead, and said, "Ok then, I'm Bret."
I chuckled at his little comeback, and nodded my head, and rolled my eyes
skyward in a mock look of prayer, and said, "There really is a higher
power....and...thank you!" Bret giggled sweetly, and reminding me of his chat
comments, said, "You're so funny!"

   We stood facing each other, a brief awkward moment so typical of two
relative strangers meeting for the first time, and the slight tension
surrounding the underlying circumstances of this particular meeting was
almost palatable. Wanting to defuse the awkwardness, I focused on his very
cute, and slightly flushed face, smiled broadly, and told him, "See, I was
right all along....you do look very cute when you blush!" He giggled again,
and the sweetest little boy look crossed his face, as he mumbled, "Oh,
jeez!" We relaxed a bit, and did the requisite bumping of closed fists that
is the current accepted greeting among the current crop pf young dudes,
then, moved together to the Captains station, where I requested a table for
two. As we followed the table captain across the room to a window booth, I
let my gaze drift over his slim body, and his cute little butt. He was the
real deal, definitely, the living, ninety-eight-point-six degree version of
my long standing masturbatory dreams come to life. We reached the booth,
and Bret turned sideways, dropping onto the short bench-type seat. I
dropped my eyes to his shorts-clad crotch, and was rewarded with the
briefest of glimpses of a delicious bulge at the business end of his shorts
before the slack material bunched up at his lap, concealing further
exploration. I slid into the seat opposite, and we gave our drink orders to
the hovering captain, who then departed.

   I settled back into the seat, and gazed across the table at Bret,
silently giving thanks once again to the planetary alignment of the
heavens. He smiled at me, once again looking slightly sheepish, and I
smiled back, treading gingerly so as to not leer at him, which is exactly
what I very much wanted to do. "So, how goes your day, so far, Bret?" I
asked him, and he shrugged, answering, "Good, it's all good." I nodded, and
tried not to stare into the endless pools that were his incredibly dark
eyes, and began some mundane conversation, asking about how he liked living
at the lake, and his school, etc. The conversation thankfully flowed
easily, and in a short time both of us visibly relaxed, and began chatting
like long time friends.

   We ordered some burgers, as promised, and over lunch I learned that he
was an only child of divorced parents, and that he lived with his Mother,
seeing his out of state dad only a few times each year. He was fourteen,
and had completed his freshman year of high school, and would be starting
as a sophomore in the fall. He loved major league baseball, the San
Francisco Giants in particular, and had given up watching NFL football
because the endless strings of commercials bored him silly. I shared my
life's toils and spoils with him as well, and by the time our food was
consumed, the atmosphere was greatly relaxed between us.  I surprised
myself when I suddenly realized that I actually liked him, and was greatly
enjoying his company, not merely thinking of ways to get into his pretty
yellow shorts. Well, part of the time, anyway.

   The meal complete, and the tab settled, we ambled outside onto the
pier. He turned to me, an easy smile on his cute face, and said, "That was
great, Kelly, thank you....and, I hope I didn't bore you too bad, I don't
know when I last talked so much." I chuckled, and took the moment to ruffle
his soft hair with my fingers, and replied, "You are, a.)welcome, and b.)
definitely not boring, anything but, actually, and, I don't know when I've
enjoyed a lunch so much." He grinned broadly, and his creamy cheeks flooded
with a soft pink, as he fixed me with those endless pools, and said, "Man,
I'm really full...you want to walk a little bit?" I nodded, and agreed about
the stuffed part, so we turned, and walked down the pier, picking up our
conversation where we had left it inside.

   We walked to the beginning of the pier, and turned back toward the lake,
walking back down the pier, chatting, and stopping once in a while to look
into the windows of the small shops that lined the pier. We reached the far
end of the pier, and stood, leaning on the railing, and looking out over
the shimmering lake. Several boats skimmed over the water in the distance,
and Bret watched intently, before dropping his gaze to settle on the
Prostar where it rocked gently on the passing wakes. "Oh man, is that
sweet, or what!" He chirped, and I grinned, feeling that pride of ownership
that comes with someone being impressed with your baby. "You like that?" I
asked him coyly, and he nodded rapidly, his soft bangs crossing his
forehead in that sweet way he had about himself. "For sure, yea, Master
Craft boats totally rock!" He exclaimed, and I chuckled, and said, "Cool,
so then, you want to go for a boat ride?" He spun his head toward me, his
dark eyes going wide as his thick eyebrows shot upward. He looked slightly
incredulous, as he squeaked in a slightly cracking voice,
"Really...whoa...that boat is yours?" I chuckled again, nodding, and said,
"Well, mine, and the banks, yea." Bret squirmed, the boyish quality on full
display mode, and yelped excitedly, "Oh man, yea, could we?" I nodded, and
boldly slid my arm around his slim waist, pulling his lithe body close to
mine, and said, "Absolutely we can, Dude, like I told you before, this day
is totally about what you want to do, so just name it." He grinned, and
said, "Too freeking cool, all of this, you, lunch, the killer boat, just
too freeking cool!" I hugged him slightly, savoring the slim firmness of
his body against me, and said, "Well, alright then, lets do it!"

   We hustled down the steps, and hopped aboard the Prostar, and I cleared
the lines, and cranked it to life, reveling in Bret's reaction to the
sound, and the feel of the powerful engine. "Sweet!" he chirped, and I
laughed, gently nudging the throttle forward, as we cleared the dock. I
added some gentle power, and the sleek craft leapt forward, seeming eager
for more, as we idled out past the zero wake buoy. Once clear of the
harbor, I indicated that Bret should sit down, and he settled his cute butt
onto the rear facing passenger seat beside me. I settled into the driver's
seat, and with one steady push, hammered the throttle clear to the
stops. The boat leapt forward, the bow rising sharply, as the prop wash
churned out from beneath the stern, gathering speed rapidly. As the speed
over the water increased, the bow planed, and settled, dropping to knife
flatly over the calm water, the rooster tail wakes once again becoming
rainbows trailing away from the boat. Bret grinned widely, his perfect
teeth gleaming in the sunshine, and I let my sunglass hidden eyes drop onto
his crotch, and smiled, as I drank in the bulge there, his cock defined in
at least partial erection inside the silky shorts.

   For the next half hour I put the boat through its paces, much to the
delight of my passenger, then settled it back into an easy cruise, as I
followed the shoreline, headed East towards Sand Harbor, a very cool beach
and swim area on the Nevada side of the lake. Bret had mentioned that he
loved the place, but rarely got there because of its distance from his
home, so I figured it to be a good choice. We reached Sand harbor, and I
throttled the boat to idle, as we cruised into the large bay. The beach was
popular, and there were several people sunning and swimming, and we idled
to within about thirty yards of shore, where I stopped the boat, and killed
the engine. Bret gazed around, clearly pleased at my choice of destination,
and remarked about how awesome the place was.

    As he looked around the landscape, I had been busy grabbing glimpses of
his nicely bulging crotch, and I decided to throw caution to the wind a
bit. I leaned slightly toward him, and placed my hand high on his thigh as
he turned to look at me. I purposely let him catch me fully perving his
crotch with my hungry eyes, then said, "Yes, there are definitely some very
nice things to look at around here today." His face colored instantly as he
caught my meaning, but he grinned, dropping a furtive glance toward his
crotch, before meeting my eyes, and saying, "You think?" I chuckled, and
gave his firm, smooth thigh a squeeze, and replied, "Definitely, I think,
yes." He giggled a nervous little sound, and again looked down to where my
hand rested, scant inches from his treasures, and said, "Oh jeez," as we
both watched his cock stir inside his shorts, growing obviously erect. Once
more deciding to roll the dice a bit, I slid my hand up his inner thigh
until my fingertips brushed his plump balls, and said, "Nice....very nice,
indeed." His face turned a very sweet shade of crimson, but his eyes stayed
locked onto his now seriously tented shorts, and my probing fingers, and he
said, "How embarrassing is that?" I gambled once more, and moved my hand up
until my fingers closed around his rock hard shaft, squeezing gently, and
replied, "Not embarrassing at all, in fact, I'd be pretty proud, if I were
you, Bret." He tensed briefly as I made contact with his cock, then sucked
in a huge breath, and released it, as he sagged against the seat back, and
spread his smooth legs wider. "Oh man, Kelly...oh jeez, that feels awesome!"
I smiled at the flushed boy, and continued rubbing his firm erection,
saying, "Good boy, and, it only gets better....a whole lot better,
actually." He continued to stare at my hand in his swollen crotch, his
breathing getting faster, and slightly ragged, as he croaked, "Oh God...I
knew it...I just knew it!"

   I kept rubbing his throbbing cock, and lifted my head to have a quick
look around. Seeing no one paying any particular attention to us, I turned
my full attention back to Bret, bringing my other hand into play, as I ran
my palm over his smooth chest, and let my fingers graze his large
nipples. He shuddered under my touch, and half way lay down on the seat,
opening himself fully to my exploration of his lithe body. I gently rolled
his nipples in turn, bringing them both to stiffness, while I continued to
stroke his burgeoning cock with my fist, reaching below a few times to cup
his plump balls. I ran my fingers lightly across his smooth tummy, and
dipped them under the elastic of his shorts, delighting in the silky feel
of his sparse pubic hairs, as he groaned softly, and pressed his hips
upward, adding his own pressure to my groping hand.

   As I manipulated his granite hard tool, and stroked his creamy inner
thighs with my fingers, his moans increased in tempo, and volume, and he
began humping his hips, mumbling, "Ohhh...damn...ohhh man...not gonna last...!"
I was torn between taking him over the top, and stopping, wanting it to
last, and advance, to much more than just the excited groping that we had
going on, so I made a quick decision, and released his turgid prick. He
groaned loudly, his eyes going wide as he looked at me, almost a painful
expression on his grimacing face, and he groaned, "Jeez....oh man...I was
so...!" I leaned down to him, and licked his puffy nipples, then said,
"Easy, Baby...we're going to make that happen....promise...but lets take it a
little bit more private, first....trust me...it's going to worth the wait!"
He shuddered again, his cock hard as nails, and pressing angrily against
his shorts, as he reached down his hand and grabbed it, trying to pick up
where I had left him hanging. I gripped his wrist, and pulled his hand away
from his boy meat, and told him, "Don't, Bret, save it Buddy...just chill a
little, then, I'm going to rock your world for you, honest!" He groaned
again, his body trembling slightly, and nodded, and squeaked,
"Ok...yea....but man...let's hurry, ok?" I chuckled, and again lapped at his
very intriguing nipples, and replied, "Yes, Baby, God yes, we can hurry!" I
dropped to my knees on the deck, and hooked my fingers into the elastic
band of his shorts, and tugged, as he quickly lifted his slim hips, helping
me slide the garment down his hairless legs, and off. His cock sprang free
of the shorts, and slapped noisily against his groin, and it was my turn to
groan, as I gazed at its beauty. He was large for his age, very nearly six
inches, and maybe two inches thick, the shaft totally smooth, and pulsing
with his rapid heart rate. The smooth head was flared nicely, and slightly
wider than the shaft, a nice helmet shape, and so stimulated as to be
nearly purple. His pubes were a light brown shade, sparse, and looked
silky, where they had begun to sprout at the base of his cock. His balls
were plump, and close to his crotch, the hairless sac taut, and full. My
mouth flooded with my saliva as I gazed at him, fighting the incredible
desire to grab his throbbing length, and swallow it in one single go.

   Unable to resist entirely, I wrapped my fingers around his silky smooth
shaft, and stroked the unbelievably soft skin back and forth over the
granite hard tissue beneath, and he let out another groan, once more
lifting his slim hips to meet my movement. Once again I released him, and
moved in behind the wheel, cranking the engine, and accelerating out of the
harbor, heading for the open lake. I hammered the throttle, and Bret, got
himself together, shrugging his arms out of his wide open shirt so that he
sat next to me gloriously naked, his beautiful boy cock pointed due North
from his soft groin. I steered the boat to the center of the thirteen mile
wide lake, thankful that there was little other traffic to be concerned
with, as I was having a hard time keeping my eyes, not to mention my hands,
lips, et al, off the naked boy sitting to my left. Near dead center of the
large lake, I glanced around, and, seeing no other boats even remotely
nearby, I throttled down, and killed the engine, letting the Prostar
drift. I stood up, and popped open the fly on my shorts, letting the loose
fitting garment fall in a puddle at my feet, and stepped out of them. My
own cock was hard as a hickory stick, and bobbed off my groin like a search
radar. Bret's gaze was slightly glassy eyed, as he stared at my turgid
weapon as if he had never seen anything like it, and he shuddered again,
and squeaked, "Wow!" Now, I had hardly ever considered my equipment to be a
"wow," but hey, if that was his reaction, I was ready to happily accept his
judgment.

   I reached down, and closed my fist around his throbbing cock, and tugged
gently, so that he followed my lead, and stood. I wrapped my arms around
him, pulling his naked body against my own, our hard cocks mashing together
between us. I lowered my head, and licked the soft skin of his neck, then
licked his ear, as he shuddered against me, actually trembling with his
excitement. "Oh God...jeez...I knew it...I just knew it...!" I gently guided
him to the stern of the boat, and eased his slim body down onto the long
bench seat there, and he stretched out fully, his dark eyes never leaving
my own. I took his hands in mine, and raised his arms above his head, my
eyes drinking in the smooth beauty of his trim body, and the satin smooth
skin of his hairless underarms. I dropped down on the deck, and ran my
hands over his smooth chest, and tummy, stroking him, and again teasing his
half-dollar sized nipples. He groaned again in pleasure, and exhaled
deeply, as I gently rubbed his creamy soft skin, and moved my hands down
his body. "Relax baby, just close your eyes, and let it happen...enjoy...it's
all about you, right now." I told him in a gentle voice, as I ran my
fingers lightly up and down his inner thighs, and over his plump balls.

   He inhaled deeply once, and let it out slowly, his body relaxing under
my touch. I cupped his firm ball sac, hefting the weight of his meaty
nuggets, and leaned down, to lap at the wrinkled pouch with my tongue. Bret
gasped loudly at the wet contact on his sensitive sac, and mumbled, "Ohh
wow...Kelly...jeez...!" I flicked my tongue tip all over his bag, then, gently
sucked each pecan sized orb in turn, while I continued to run my fingers
lightly over his torso, and teased his big nipples. His cock was an even
deeper purple than before, as it throbbed against his groin. I licked, and
touched all around it, but never directly contacted it, and his groans grew
into a steady cadence of soft mewing sounds, as his slim hips thrust up and
down gently.

   I licked my way over his groin, and teased his small concave navel with
my tongue tip, then lapped across his smooth chest, licking, and gently
sucking each nipple, then back again. I ran my tongue through the sparse,
silky pubic hairs at the base of his turgid cock, then, tugged at them with
my teeth, while his silky smooth cock brushed against my cheek, hot, and
hard as steel. I felt the dampness of his flowing precum on my cheek, and
raised my head slightly, touching his steely hard cock for the first time,
as I gripped the shaft, and ran the leaking head all over my face.

   I repositioned, and got myself between his widely splayed legs, holding
the pulsing shaft of his cock in my fingers. I said his name, and he opened
his dark, wet eyes, looking downward across his heaving torso, and meeting
my gaze. I winked at him, then, rubbed the slick, wet head of his drooling
cock over my face again, my eyes locked with his, as he watched his leaking
juices leave wet trails on my skin. "OHhhhhh......Jesus...!" He croaked, and I
steered his deep purple helmet to my closed lips, and slid it back and
forth slowly, still staring deeply into his eyes. He groaned again, and
tensed his lithe body, as I opened my mouth, and slowly, inch at a time,
engulfed his pounding boy meat into my mouth.

   I felt his silky pubes tickle my nose as his satiny cock head bumped my
throat, and I paused, holding him there, as I swallowed several times. He
groaned like a wounded animal, his fists hammering the seat cushion, and I
slowly withdrew, until I held just the spongy head between my lips. Pausing
again, I reached under, and cupped his plump balls, gently tugging
downward, as I again slid his entire length into my mouth. I got a rhythm
going then, moving my head over his free flowing meat, up and down, and
adding suction, savoring the slightly acrid flavor of his leaking boy
juices. I worked his balls, and increased my sucking pace, while Bret
continued to make gurgling noises above me. I kept increasing the pace of
my sucking, and abandoned his balls, to grip my own turgid shaft, and jack
it in sync with my sucking Bret. His hips began rocking slightly, as he
added his own humping movement to match my head moving over the length of
his spitting dick, and he tightened his whole body suddenly, croaking my
name in jerky little bursts. His shaft jerked strongly inside my mouth, and
swelled, then literally exploded, his thick cum erupting in rapid spasms of
his cock, spewing his creamy boy cum over my tongue, as my own cock erupted
in my fist, my load jetting in thick ropes onto the deck of the boat.

   I swallowed rapidly, only to once more have my mouth flooded with his
warm, slippery essence, and then once again, until his orgasm finally
subsided, and he sagged heavily back on the seat, panting loudly. I savored
the final burst of his nut honey, and let it slide down my throat, then
released his rapidly wilting cock from my mouth. I rolled my tongue,
relishing the salty after taste of his creamy discharge, then, held his now
soft cock in my fingers, milking it gently, my tongue lapping at the
smooth, wet head. He shuddered strongly, his slim body trembling, and
lifted his head to look down at me. His flushed face was sweating slightly,
and he turned on his dazzling smile, shaking his head side to side slowly,
as he muttered, breathlessly, "Your....oh, jees....you....are...awesome...!"

(To Be Continued)
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