Date: Fri, 4 Nov 2005 13:24:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chat Room Boy (4)

      Bret and I braved the icy Tahoe waters once more, taking a brief dip
to both refresh, and to eradicate any trace evidence of our earlier sexual
encounters. As we stood on the boat toweling dry, I realized that the sun
had settled pretty low on the horizon, telling me that it was late
afternoon already. Damn, if it isn't the truth that time just fly's, when
you're having fun! I watched hungrily as Bret bent down to retrieve his
shorts and shirt from the deck of the boat, my eyes zeroed in on his very
cute little butt. I hadn't ventured into that particular part of his very
tempting anatomy during today's adventures, though I had been sorely
tempted, finally deciding that it might be a touch extreme for his first
time out. All in good time, I told myself, remembering an old proverb I
heard someplace that touted patience, faith, reward.

   As Bret stepped his nicely shaped legs into the shorts, I stepped over,
and gave his cute boy stuff one last grope for the day, eliciting a sweet
giggle from him, as he quickly dropped the shorts, and spread his legs
wide. I chuckled, and said, "Getting late, horn-dog, much as I'd love a
round three, we better get a move on." He grinned, nodding his head, but
making no move to separate his growing cock from my grasp. Jesus, I
thought, ain't youth grand, two major cums in the last few hours, and here
he is, all good to go again. I sighed, and reluctantly released his turgid
meat, moving into the driver's seat of the boat. He finished getting
decent, and settled onto the passenger seat for the short ride back to the
Tiki pier, where the whole blessed adventure had begun a few short hours
before.

   A few minutes later, we were idling into the pier, and I eased the
Prostar into the dock, and secured a bow line. We sat in the boat a few
minutes, talking, and making plans to meet again the following day. He was
unsure as to his Mothers schedule until he checked in with her at home, so
I gave him my cell, and home numbers to call me after he knew her plans. It
is my good fortune to have a high degree of flexibility in both my
business, and personal lives, so that no matter the restrictions on his
time, we could work around it. For my part, I was more than pleased at his
obvious eagerness to get together again soon. We said our goodbyes, and I
had to resist the temptation to touch him once more, deferring to the small
gathering of tourists gathered on the pier directly above our
position. Bret scampered over the side of the boat, gave me one last
dazzling smile, and was gone.

   I cranked up the boat, and idled out beyond the wake buoy, then hammered
the throttle, reveling in the powerful response of the boat, as I pointed
it East toward Incline Village, and home. As I started past the little cove
that was Secret Harbor, I slowed the boat, and steered closer to shore,
taking one last peek at the few nude guys that remained on the beach. I
tipped my hat to them, in a gesture of what might have been, had Bret felt
comfortable enough to venture naked onto the beach earlier. It no doubt
would have made the day for the gay beach bums, having a naked, and horny
fourteen year old in their midst, and who knows what may have
developed. Some very bizarre happenings had been known to occur at Secret
Harbor, often fueled by the free flowing booze, and wacky- tobacky that the
place was well known for. Oh well, I thought once again, all in good time.

   Reaching my marina, I berthed the boat, and pulled the cover into place,
then headed down the dock toward my condo. Once inside, I hit the shower,
warming my slightly chilled body under the warm spray. I reached down, and
lightly stroked my cock, remembering the events of this afternoon, and
greatly looking forward to further exploration with my new little chat room
buddy. Deciding that I had had sufficient adventure for one day, I ordered
in a pizza, flipped on the big screen, and settled in for the night.

   As I was half dozing in my recliner, the ringing phone jostled me from
my stupor, and in answering it, I was greeted by the melodic voice of young
Bret. "Hey, hot-stuff....what's shaking?" I asked him, and he responded by
telling me that his day would be pretty much free, anytime after about nine
in the morning. That worked for me as well, and I asked him what he wanted
to do. I felt a very definite twing in my balls when he responded sweetly,
"I want to do more of what we had to stop doing today....a lot more!" I
chuckled, and gave it a minutes thought, hoping for a venue a bit more
private than we had out on the lake. After a short consideration, I said,
"Well, more of that certainly works for me, big time, would you like to
maybe come here to my place, hang out at the pool, maybe?" His response to
that suggestion was both quick, and positive, and I received another ball
lurch, when he added, "Hanging at the pool is cool for a while, but I want
to see your place, inside, too." I chuckled, adjusting my growing cock in
my shorts and replied, "Totally, Bret, for sure, a guy has to be careful
about too much of this high elevation sun, right?" He giggled sweetly, and
answered, "Oh, for sure, like, my Mom is always telling me to be sure and
spend some of the day out of the sun." I smiled, and replied, "A very wise
woman, your Mother."  He giggled again, and squeaked a small, "Uh huh."

   We made plans for me to meet him in Kings Beach, a few blocks from his
house, after which we would return to my condo for a day of sunshine,
swimming, and, well, a fair amount of indoor sport, as well. I could hardly
wait.

(To Be Continued)
Storyguy22@yahoo.com

Sorry for the brief chapter, and the near lack of action, this time
out. I'm a little up against the clock today, and will do better next time,
promise!