Date: Thu, 1 Feb 2007 13:06:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Compelling Temptation

Another work of fiction involving sexual activity between an adult male,
and a teenaged boy. All the usual disclaimers apply. Comments greatly
appreciated at the email below.



   The warm afternoon sun felt great as I languished on a padded lounge at
poolside, watching the boys play grab-ass in the sparkling water. In what
was far from the first time in recent weeks, I became aware of the same
thought playing at the edges of my mind that had been recurring with
increasing frequency of late. I stirred myself, shifting my prone body on
the comfortable cushion, as I pushed the nagging thought deeper, resisting
the urge to let it play itself out in my brain, while at the same time
wondering why the hell it was there in the first place. As my eyes once
again scanned the pool, and settled on the lithe, smooth body of my
god-son's young friend, I sighed audibly, as I admitted to myself that he
was, in fact, the fodder for the recurring thought that had been plaguing
me.

   "He," was Robert, aka Robby, to most of his friends and acquaintances. A
striking lad of fifteen, he was a full year junior to my God-son Ryan, who
had recently turned sixteen. The two had been fast friends since junior
high school when they had hooked up while playing on the same summer
baseball team, and had become pretty much inseparable since. As a widely
out gay man, it was well within the norm for me to feel a physical
attraction for good looking, and well assembled males, but, the little
matter of his relative youth was totally unusual for me, and the whole idea
actually made me uneasy as hell. Considering that I was a recent victim of
the dreaded "four-oh" birthday, thoughts such as the one I had been having
regarding the fair Robby was a seriously not-good thing, considering the
adage that went something along the lines of, "fifteen will likely get you
twenty..."

   I closed my eyes, and settled back onto the soft cushion, letting my
over-active brain process the course of events leading up to this new
compunction of mine that sometimes produced all too clear thoughts, and
ideas, of the myriad of sensual delights I had considered sharing with the
young cutie, while at the same time scolding myself for the very idea.

   Ryan's dad, Brett, and I, had history all the way back to our high
school days, and beyond that, college, where we had actually even roomed
together for a year, becoming what I fully expect to be life long friends
in the process. As a high school senior I had become aware of my sexual
interest in other males, and my complete lack of any similar interest in
the more fair sex, and, during my college years, and beyond, I had finally
accepted the fact that I was, indeed, gay, and made my emotional peace with
it, deciding that I was what I was, and continuing to resist it, and wish
it away, was pretty much an exercise in futility. Brett had been among the
first that I had come out to, and, bud that he was, he had shrugged off the
pronouncement with about as much fanfare as he might have shown had I
announced an intention to start smoking cigarettes. In summary, he had told
me, we were soul brothers so far as he was concerned, and, my sexual
preference was simply not of any import to him whatever. That solid
relationship continues to this day, and, after serving as best man at his
wedding following college, it seemed only logical that upon the arrival of
his first born son, Ryan, I would assume the role of God-father, which I
had happily accepted. I had always enjoyed a close, and open, relationship
with Brett, and his wife Sandy, and I was regularly included in their
family activities, and outings, and while I never mixed any facet of my gay
life style with those events, they both well knew of my proclivities, and
made no judgments about them. As Ryan grew, and gained maturity, he too was
made privy to "Uncle" Scott's personal tastes regarding sexual adventure,
and had filed the fact with an enthusiasm somewhat similar to that of his
fathers many years prior. Acceptance such as this is, I have learned over
time, a beautiful thing, and, I held a deep and abiding affection for the
entire family because of it.

   Unable to resist, I jammed a towel behind my head, and opened my eyes,
again letting my eyes sweep over the pool area of the apartment complex
that I called home, and they came to rest on the diving board, where the
succulent young Robby was energetically bouncing his slender body on the
spring board. A wide and bright smile painted his cute face, his dark eyes
flashing in the bright sunlight, as he taunted his friend Ryan who treaded
water below him. I let my eyes feast on his smooth, taut, torso, trim and
fit, and smooth as glass, save for a fine, nearly blond little treasure
trail that descended from his small navel below the elastic of the bright
print swim shorts that clung saucily to his slender hips. As he bounced the
board once more, his sleek muscles flexed, defining his developing abs, and
his firm pec's which were nattily topped with fair sized nipples that
generated a small flood of saliva into my mouth as I stared at them, idly
wondering how sensitive they might be to manual and oral stimulation.

   I watched closely, as he descended, and his feet hit the board, once
more flexing it, as it catapulted his sexy young body airborne once more,
and I focused my hungry gaze on the wet shorts, where the sodden material
clung nicely to an ample bulge of obvious boyhood, and I swallowed the
pooled saliva in my mouth. Nice, I thought, damned nice, indeed...he might
be just fifteen, but he is definitely packing, and, if I was any kind of
judge, which I was, his concealed equipment definitely called for closer
inspection...much, much, closer. Mentally scolding myself again, I forced
my eyes closed, and heard Ryan's yelp, and the corresponding huge splash,
as Robby cannon balled into the pool. Suddenly feeling much warmer than
only mere minutes before, I stumbled to my feet, and ambled over to the
pool, and dove in, letting the chilly water distract my thoughts from the
thickening appendage contained in my own trunks, as I stroked strongly to
the far side of the pool.

   The boys had seen my knifing entrance into the pool, and quickly swam
over to join me, where they were quick to ensure that I was thoroughly
cooled off, as they doused me by slapping the water repeatedly with their
palms. I gave back nearly as good as I got, and, after pissing off nearby
fellow swimmers with our antics, we swam to the ladder, and began climbing
out of the pool, Ryan first, and then Robby, who unwittingly awarded me a
brief, but delicious glimpse of his starkly untanned ass cheek, as his
trunks slipped down with his exit from the pool. I shuddered slightly, and
adjusted my swelling cock, tucking it deeper between my legs, then, climbed
out, and went back to the lounge for my towel.

   Rubbing down with the towel, I stole a furtive glance at Robby, who was
briskly mopping at his thick, dark hair with his towel, and I again drooled
over his lean, smooth body, and the bulging protrusion at his wet
crotch. He reddened slightly, perhaps catching me perving his well defined
crotch, and a small, shy, smile turned up the corners of his mouth briefly,
as I quickly turned away, swiping my towel over my face to hide my own
smile. Once dried, we adjourned to my apartment, and went inside, moving to
the kitchen for cold drinks, and jumbo sized bag of pretzels, that the boys
managed to devour completely in less than five minutes. Soon after, it was
time for Ryan to head out to his part time job at a local pizza joint, so
the boys wrapped up in their towels, and left, Ryan just having time to
drop Robby at home, then go home to change, and get to work. I cleaned up
the minor mess, then went to grab a shower, an event that ended up being
prolonged a bit, as I jacked off, clearly imagining a very naked, and
nicely erect, young Robby sharing the warm spray and slippery soap with
me...sigh...!


As is usually the case with me, the self-induced orgasm, while physically
satisfying, and certainly a relief of pressure, left me feeling frustrated
emotionally, and as I dressed in preparation for going out to eat, I found
myself unable to stop thinking of Robby, and how much I lusted after him,
and chastised myself for harboring such desires for a fifteen year old boy,
no matter how cute, and sexy, he might be. With a sigh of frustration, I
forced the boy from my thoughts, grabbed my keys, and locked up the
apartment. I walked down to the car port area, and climbed into my new
Mustang, savoring the new car scent that still filled my senses as soon as
I entered the compact cockpit. I cranked the throaty sounding V8 engine to
life, and backed out, then, headed off to my favorite watering hole, my
thoughts now turning to the image of one of the amazing steak sandwiches
that they offered up in the bar.

   The evening passed quickly, my excellent steak sandwich and fries, along
with a couple of frothy drafts, shared with several friends and
acquaintances that I had encountered at the pub, and, in seemingly no time,
I was back at my apartment, and, soon after that, soundly languishing in my
bed, albeit alone....sigh...! I slept late on Saturday morning, finally
arising, showering, etc, then putting together a semblance of breakfast,
and a pot of coffee. The repast complete, I refilled my coffee mug, and
moved out onto the small balcony that extended off the living room, and
leaned on the rail, enjoying the still cool morning of what promised to be
yet another warm summer day. I gazed across the patio area below, and again
felt the appreciation that I always felt regarding the luxury of the
beautiful surroundings of the apartment complex, and the large, shimmering
pool at its center. It truly was stunning, large, and well appointed with
expensive outdoor furniture, and, the bonus was that it was very nearly
private, given that a good percentage of my fellow residents were retired
oldsters who had little interest in the pool area, and, that the house
rules precluded any resident children under the age of twelve. I suppose
that element, along with the sheer beauty of the pool, and grounds, was why
Ryan and Robby spent so much of their summer free time at my place over the
past two summers that I had lived here.

   Settling into one of the comfortable chairs that I kept on the balcony,
I sipped my coffee, and reflected on those numerous visits by the boys, and
I smiled, pleased that the two teens chose to spend a fair amount of their
leisure time in my company, given that I was easily old enough to have been
either of their fathers. It was true enough that I didn't treat them as
kids, more like my peers, or friends, and I had always strived to maintain
an open kind of relationship with them, Ryan in particular, given that he
was practically family, and always encouraged each of them to feel free to
discuss anything that might be nagging at them, and their budding
maturity. I clearly recalled my own difficulties in trying to discuss my
emerging sexuality at their age, and how I had always wished there had been
a non-related adult in my sphere for me to use as a sounding board when I
found it impossible to breach certain elements with either parent, and I
vowed to provide that outlet for Ryan, and Robby as well, any time they
felt the need, with no strings attached, and the assurance that none of it
would be shared with any parent. That position had eventually begot a
certain level of trust, and confidence, and there had, indeed, been
occasions where my advice and council had been sought by one, or both of
the boys.

   I recalled one particular discussion following and afternoon and evening
of swimming and sunning, when the subject of my being gay had risen,
probably fueled to some degree by the couple of beers I had allowed them to
imbibe during dinner, a treat I sometimes allowed when I was sure that Ryan
was not driving. It began with Robby bemoaning his own shyness when
attempting to talk to girls, and he had innocently inquired of me regarding
suggestions of any tactics that I might have found successful in my own
experience. This garnered sudden giggling from Ryan, him being fully aware
of my total lack of interest in the female specie, and he howled, chiding
Robby, as he sputtered,

   "Dude...Scott is, like, SO the wrong person to ask how to talk to
girls...he is, like, totally gay, dude...I told you that
before...remember...?"

   Poor Robby was of course mortified at his utter lack of tact, and his
cute face instantly flooded with vivid pink, as he looked sheepishly at me,
and rolled his eyes, his blunder suddenly dawning on him, as he had
stammered an awkward apology, which I shook off, then, went on to enlighten
him with some of my more witty pickup lines, making the distinction that in
my own case, they had demonstrated success only with other males. That
event had, in a way, removed a barrier between the boys, and me, allowing
for more Q&A regarding the ways of the gay life style from time to time,
all of I which I did my best to answer openly. Ryan typically reacted to
this line of discussion much as one would expect from a completely straight
high school jock type who held a near-zero interest level in penis' other
than his own, save for the usual locker room comparison factor that tended
to affirm his own better than average development. Robby, however, appeared
to express a measure of actual interest in my describing various after-dark
activities of a gay nature, refraining quite naturally from the
screwed-up-face reactions of his buddy, complete with an assortment of
"ewww's, and "yuks"....or, it might actually have just been wishful
thinking on my part, especially after I started thinking of the young
hottie in "that" way.

   In any event, our relaxed, and quite enjoyable relationship continued
throughout the ensuing summer, and, it finally resulted in an opportunity
to escalate to another level, albeit it quite spontaneously, one warm
afternoon in July. We had all been sunning, and swimming, as usual, and the
ultimate plan had been that I would barbecue dinner that evening, followed
by some rental DVD's the boys had brought along. The groundwork had been
laid with their families for a likely sleep over at my place, a not unusual
occurrence when school was in summer recess, so old Scotty's practice of
allowing a bit of beer consumption was in effect, with Ryan surprisingly
electing to pass, and stay with the sodas, stating that he was kind of in
training for the upcoming football conditioning camp that was to begin in a
couple of weeks. Robby, not particularly the athletic sort, had happily
sucked down a cold one, or two, as I began the dinner preparations, as had
I, finding the icy brew a welcome relief from the warm afternoon in the
sun.

   I had just retrieved two new beers from the fridge, handing one to
Robby, as I decided that I would torch off the grill after this one, when
Ryan's cell phone sounded off in the pocket of his jeans that were folded
on the sofa where he had left them after changing into his swim suit
earlier. He retrieved it, and a short conversation ensued, following which
he returned to the kitchen, and announced that it had been his boss at the
pizza place, begging him to come in to fill a shift left open by a sick
employee. Being the responsible type that he was, he of course had agreed
to bail out the boss, and he quickly changed into his street clothes, and
left for work, leaving Robby behind to enjoy my steak BBQ, after I assured
him that I would gladly drive him home later. I have to admit that suddenly
finding myself alone with the very tempting young Robert was anything but
disappointing, and I chastised myself for the lurid thoughts that flooded
my brain. I actually even put forth a valiant effort to keep things above
board, despite the nagging desire to press the advantage of the
situation. As I moved along with the dinner preparation, I chatted amiably
with Robby, keeping things light, and humorous, and he seemed quite relaxed
in the situation, aided to some degree, I suppose, by another beer.

   The steaks turned out perfect, as were the accompanying baked potatoes,
and chilled salad, and hunks of fresh French bread, and, in short order the
cute little Robby and I were settled on the sofa, our stomachs full, and
sated. The sun was just beginning to set, the sky a vivid pink tone beyond
the balcony, and the serenity of the warm evening seemed to draw us out to
the balcony, where we settled in to enjoy the sinking sun on the
horizon. At some point Robby had declared that the empty swimming pool
looked too good to resist, and I had agreed, so we made our way down there,
and enjoyed another leisurely few laps of the refreshing water, before
returning to the apartment.

   Try as I might to ignore the attractiveness that Robby seemed to
effortlessly exude, I found myself seizing every small opportunity to let
my gaze flicker over his svelte body, the amazing smoothness of his lean
body causing a fair amount of stirring deep in my balls, as I more and more
brazenly let my hungry gaze linger on the intriguing bulges at the crotch
of his wet, clinging swim shorts, and I knew that he had caught me at it
more than once, though he had made no direct sign of it, nor any
comment. He was, in fact, a bit of an enigma, making it subtly clear that
he was aware of my repeated interest in his nether regions, while neither
outwardly resisting it, nor encouraging it. The cumulative effect of his
sly coyness had made me horny as hell for him, and, I was beginning to lose
the inner battle I was waging regarding his tender age, and my definite
uncertainty regarding his receptiveness, or lack thereof, to any blatant
advance that I might make toward him. As I stood there in the kitchen
pondering how far I might press this situation, Robby watched me closely,
staying silent, as he leaned back against the counter, and cocked his slim
hips slightly, as his well formed legs parted slightly, and the obvious
definition of his partially engorged boyhood presented, clearly pressed
against the front of his still damp shorts, with the impressive lump that I
knew were his balls equally as defined just below. I gulped, my heart
suddenly racing, as I patently stared at the delicious protrusions, and I
could have sworn that I actually saw the firm stalk pulse, or throb, as my
gaze bore into the thin, damp cloth that barely concealed his treasures.

   I might have actually moaned a little, I'm really not sure now, but,
there was absolutely no doubt that my own penis reacted immediately,
swelling to rigid erection inside my own trunks, and Robby's eyes flickered
over it briefly, before quickly darting upward. I lifted my eyes along with
him, and our gaze met, and locked, as he blinked several times, then,
steadily held my lust-filled gaze, never uttering a sound. Ignoring the
inner voice that kept telling me "no," I reached out, and picked up the
tall pepper mill from the table, and stepped directly in front of the boy,
then, reached up with my left hand to open the high cupboard behind him, as
I mumbled some nonsense about needing to put away the pepper mill. As I
stretched out slightly, I let my body ease into him, our bare torso's
connecting, and I felt him go tense, as he shuddered slightly, and released
a deep sigh. I sucked in a breath of my own, and held it, as I slowly
lowered my left hand, and moved my right up, to place the pepper mill onto
the shelf. Still maintaining our light body contact, I let my left hand
come to rest on the satin smooth skin of his chest, and he released a small
squeaking noise, but made no attempt to move away, as I moved my palm in
small circles over his smooth skin, letting my fingertips graze over his
nipples, savoring the fact that they were stiffly erect, and apparently
responsive to my light exploration. I held my position, and looked directly
into his dark, and slightly widened eyes, holding his gaze, as I gauged a
mixture of excitement, and maybe a touch of panic, in his expression. We
were so close that I could feel his warm breath on my face, as he seemed to
be taking shallow, and rapid little breaths, as my roaming hand drifted
downward until I was lightly rubbing along his soft tummy skin, my
fingertip circling his cute little navel.

   He shuddered again, as I ran my fingers sideways along the elastic waist
band of his damp trunks, and he sucked in a deeper breath, as I let my hand
drift lower still, moving lightly over his thigh inside the still wet
material of his trunks. My own cock was literally throbbing inside my
trunks, and, throwing all caution to the wind, I moved my hand toward his
center, and gently gripped his very rigid penis over the swim suit.

   "Oh...jeez....oh...oh...!" he hissed, his snow white teeth tightly
clenched, and his dark eyes closing, as I felt his slender body tighten
with tension. I tightened my grip on his pulsing erection slightly, adding
a very slow up and down motion, as I leaned very close to his ear, and let
my tongue flick at it, as I said, nearly in a whisper,

   Robby...easy babe...easy, now...just relax...let this happen...either
don't say anything at all....or...just say stop...nothing more..."

   He sucked in a deep breath, then, let it go very slowly, as I continued
to gently stroke his hardness outside the wet trunks, and his eyes
flickered open to briefly look into my own, before he closed them once
more, and I felt his lithe body go slack, as he released the tightly wound
tension from it. Still holding my breath, I manipulated his erection, and
waited, fully expecting him to stop me at any second, but, as nearly a full
minute passed, he remained deathly silent. Moving my face back to his small
ear, I inhaled his boyish scents, mingled with the faint after-scent of
chlorine from the pool, and another aroma I took to be his sexual
arousal. I sucked in another big gulp of air, and held it, my cock
throbbing strongly in my trunks, as I moved my free hand to the elastic of
his trunks, and gripped it with my slightly shaking fingers, as I said very
softly against his ear,

   "I need this to be good for you, Robby...stop me, if it's not what you
want, too..."

   The only response to that was another soft shudder, and the inhalation
of a big breath, as I began slowly easing the trunks lower, pulling
slightly outward on the elastic to avoid it hanging up on his very rigid
erection. He tensed slightly, his slender body tightening, as he arched his
small butt slightly forward, letting the swim trunks pass between his body
and the counter that he was leaning on, and I quickly pushed the garment
down over his thighs, where it slid down his lower legs to puddle at his
feet. His rock hard cock sprang free, and I wrapped my hand around its
ample girth, relishing the smoothness, and the amazing hardness of it in my
grip, as I stroked it up and down, Robby now uttering a series of small
groans, and ragged expulsions of breath.

   "OHhhh, man...!" he hissed thorough tightly clenched teeth, and he
nearly jumped out of his skin, as I drew the flat of my thumb across the
wide, and silky, head of his circumcised penis several times.

   Sensing his pleasure in that movement, I continued to move my thumb
along his cock head, teasing at the small slit that had begun oozing his
slick precum fluids, while I dropped my free hand down to gently cup his
weighty scrotum, my fingers lightly manipulating the firm eggs within, as
Robby shuddered strongly again, and rolled his head back on his
shoulders. His hips bucked back and forth, as he subconsciously began
driving his leaking boyhood into my grip, and I felt his steadily flowing
wetness coat my thumb each time I passed it over his glans, and I moved to
grip his thickness between thumb and fingers then, settling into a steady
rhythm of stroking the boy's incredible cock, while I continued to
manipulate his swollen balls in my other hand.

   Not more than a minute passed, when he suddenly growled deeply, and kind
of rocked up on his toes, as his cock spasmed strongly in my grip, and I
felt his heavy balls recede upward in his pouch, and he erupted. The first
jet of his creamy discharge shot from his cock, and splattered wetly across
my stomach, nearly instantly followed by three, or four, more quick spasms
of his shooting cock, with still more warm semen splattering onto my skin,
as he groaned repeatedly, and thrust his slim hips. Finally, he stopped
ejecting bullets of thick cream, and the pulses of his shaft weakened, as
the final dribbles of his ejaculate oozed from the head of his cock to
cover my still pumping hand in his warm, fragrant juices. His hand moved
then, awkwardly grabbing at my pumping wrist, so I stopped stroking his
over-sensitive cock, and let it go, at the same time giving his tender
balls one last little squeeze before also releasing them. He opened his
eyes finally, and looked at me, his sweet young face flushed, and lightly
sweating, and I smiled warmly at him, nodding my head, as if to tell him he
had done good, and a small, shy smile crossed his lush mouth, as he shook
his head side to side slightly, before more or less collapsing into me, as
I wrapped my arms around his slender, and still shaking, body, and held
him.

   After a few silent minutes, I straightened, and, keeping one arm around
his shoulders, I led him into the living room, and eased us down on the
sofa, pulling him close to me, as I continued to hold him. Finally, he
lifted his head from my shoulder, and turned his eyes to look at me, and I
smiled at the sheepish look on his cute face, as I ran my fingers through
the soft shock of his hair, and gave him a conspirital wink, and said,

   "Well, Tiger....that, was pretty amazing, I think...and...well...lets
just say I think maybe you needed that...!"

   He blushed prettily, obviously embarrassed, among whatever other
emotions he was feeling, but he managed a shy little smile, and a quick
little nod of his head in response. I shifted slightly, stretching my legs
out to rest my feet on the table that fronted the sofa, and Robby seemed to
relax more, and snuggled into my side. I seized the opportunity to check
out his now wilted boyhood, and my mouth filled with saliva, as I gazed
hungrily at the maybe three inches of reposing boyhood that rested at his
lap, and the smooth, slightly crinkled sac below that bulged with his
trapped balls between his hairless thighs. God, he was just so damn cute,
and so very sexy, and I longed to drop down, and suck that pretty boy cock
back to life once more, and to experience that amazing eruption deep in my
mouth. Surprisingly enough, my own erection had subsided somewhere in the
distraction of Robby's stunning orgasm, and I now felt it stirring once
more, as I gazed at his youthful beauty. He turned his head, and let his
eyes flicker over the remaining streaks of his ejaculate where it coated my
torso, and he giggled softly, as the soft blush once more flooded his
cheeks, and he looked up at me, grinning, as I moved my palm over the mess,
spreading his now somewhat sticky fluid into my skin.

   "Best damn skin cream in the world, I think....all protein....gotta be
good for the skin, right...?" I said, giving him another sly wink, and he
giggled, his expression one of amazement, as he watched me smear the creamy
fluid on my stomach. I lifted my hand, a dollop of the youthful nectar
clinging to the tip of my finger, and, as I moved it toward him, his eyes
widened, and his lush mouth formed a surprised little oval, as I touched
the end of his cute little nose with the wetted finger. He cringed
slightly, still giggling, as I pushed myself to my feet, then, extended my
hand down to him, as I said,

   "Definitely time for a shower, little buddy...and...since you got some
on you, too...how about sharing that shower with me...?"

   He paused only a second, his eyes briefly shifting to my once more
tented crotch, then, he smiled sheepishly, and looked up at me, and nodded,
as he got to his feet, and we walked off toward my bedroom, and the shower.

(To Be Continued)
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