Date: Fri, 2 Feb 2007 14:32:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Compelling Temptation (2)

   In the bathroom, I reached into the stall and adjusted the valves, then,
nudged Robby into the stall, as I lightly slapped his cute little naked
butt, causing him to squeal, and giggle, as he stepped under the warm
spray. I quickly peeled out of my swim trunks, and joined him, stepping in
close behind him, as I slid my arms around his slim waist. My half hard
cock pressed against the firm melons of his snow-white ass, and I moved my
hands to his chest, once more letting my fingers play over his satin smooth
skin, and circle his dark little nipples. He leaned back into me, a long
sigh escaping from him, as I pressed my lips to the side of his neck, then
licked him there.

   I let my hand move lower, circling over his soft tummy, then, lower
still, so my fingers threaded into his dark, silky pubes. He shivered a
little, as I ran my fingers along the shaft of his erect cock, and circled
over the plumb shaped head, then ducked under to cup his pouch, his good
sized balls filling my hand.

   "Oh man...I...uh....wow...feels so...good...!" he hissed, as I jostled his
balls gently, before returning to close my hand around his rigid erection,
and stroking it.

   "Definitely yes, it does feel good...even on my end, it does...and,
Robby...you know what, dude....?" I asked him.

   He craned his neck some, giving me a kind of backward look, as he
replied,

   "Hmmm...?"

   I ran my fist up and down his thickness some more, and again licked the
creamy skin of his neck, as I answered,

   " I am just so glad, dude...really, really, glad that you didn't tell me
no...before, I mean..."

   He inhaled, then let the breath go, saying nothing for nearly a full
minute as I continued to work his shaft with a steady rhythm, finally
responding in a soft little voice, as he said,

   "Uh huh...so am I, actually....really...I mean...well...I was, like, all
nervous, and stuff....but....well...actually...I...um...well...I been, like,
really...wanting...that...to happen...for a while, now...actually..." he trailed
off, his head tilting, as he looked down at the floor.

   I smiled, his halting words sounding like symphony music to my ears, and
I gave his erection a firm squeeze, and said against his ear,

   "Oh Robby...wow...how perfect is that...?...its all I have been thinking
about, too...for a long time now...you...and me...just like this...and...well...so
much more...!"

   He sighed, and pushed back against me, his pillowy butt cheeks
cushioning my own erection, and he giggled softly, wiggling that pretty
little ass to let me know he was fully aware of my cock pressed into him,
and he pulled away then, turning to face me, as his gaze dropped to my
erection where it weave off my groin, pointed directly at him. His eyes
widened some, and that lush mouth formed into an oval, as he muttered,

   "Oh jeez, Scott...jeez...your, like, really big, dude...!"

   I chuckled, flexing my cock a few times proudly, as he watched,
fascinated, and I replied,

   "Well, thanks bud...but actually, just pretty much the average adult male
size...and yours is certainly no small thing, and, you still have growing to
do...!"

   In fact, my six and a half inches is pretty much the average bear,
possibly a tad thicker than the norm, with a fairly wide, cleanly cut
glans, but I try to keep my dark pubes closely trimmed, which tends to make
the cock itself appear a bit larger than it is, and, my fairly large balls
add to the illusion, as well. The main thing that pleased me here was that
Robby was obviously interested in my equipment, and, I most definitely was
interested in his, which held tons of promise for the rest of the evening,
and beyond.

   I seized the opportunity to repay in kind his close visual inspection of
my manhood, and I closely checked out his own package, again reaffirming in
my mind his very ample length, very nearly six inches, was my educated
guess, and so nicely cut, with the head flaring wider than the shaft. His
cock was so perfectly shaped as to be nearly sculpted, the shaft having a
slight taper, growing slightly thicker at its base, and smooth as glass,
the satin-like skin a healthy tone of pale pink, and the head a slightly
purple shade. His balls hung nicely, loosened some by his recent
ejaculation, as well as the warm cascading water of the shower, and when he
moved, the heavy sac swung temptingly between his well shaped thighs. Add
to all that his to-die-for little ass, and his abject cuteness, and slender
torso, and you had, in my estimation, a damn fine specimen of youthful
boyhood, and, I was eager to explore every single inch of this boy wonder.

   He glanced up at me, a shy little smile just coaxing at his mouth, and
he glanced back down at my cock, then, back to my eyes again, the unspoken
question plain on his cute face, and I said it for him, as I told him,

   "That would be a definite yes, Robby...please...yes, you can touch me...do
whatever you want...or don't want...your call, buddy...just let it
happen...don't be tense...I'll love it, whatever it is..."

   He blinked several times, and swallowed, his gaze staying locked on my
bouncing erection, and finally, he reached out his hand, so very
tentatively, let his fingers just graze the shaft, as I sucked in a
breathe, and forced myself to stand very still. He shot me one more quick
glance, then, dropped his eyes, and closed his fist around the girth of my
cock, and squeezed it, before beginning to mimic my movements, as he
stroked me up and down several times. I closed my eyes, and held my breath,
the amazing sensations of him stroking me driving me crazy with lust, and
he quickly warmed to the task, finding a steady rhythm, as he settled into
a regular pace of jacking my aching cock. I continued matching him stroke
for stroke, his rigid cock throbbing in my grip, and we silently watched
each other, and ourselves, as our mutual masturbation played out. I could
feel the tension in my balls, the pressure of my previous buildup, and lack
of release, quickly fueling this new stimulation, and I knew it wasn't
going to last, as amazing as it felt to have this boy working my cock, as I
worked his. Robby's eyes were dead-locked on his hand moving over my
leaking cock, and I could read the tension in his face, as his cock pulsed
strongly in my grip, and I closed my eyes then, savoring the feel of him
touching me, and I gave in to the strong desire to orgasm, as my balls
rolled nearly painfully, and my cock jerked in the boys grip, and
unloaded. A thick, long rope of semen jetted strongly from my slit, and
arched briefly, before splattering thickly onto Robby's smooth abdomen,
immediately followed by three more equally strong offerings, before
declining to smaller contractions, and creamy dribbles of my dwindling
ejaculate.

   As I opened my eyes, my body quivering with the force, and depth, of the
orgasm, I looked at him, and saw his eyes wide, and his mouth agape, as he
watched my thick cum paint his smooth stomach and chest, and at the same
moment his own cock jumped strongly in my grip, and once more erupted,
another amazing volume of his creamy boy honey ejecting all over me, and
the shower floor, as he groaned, and flexed his slim hips in sync with his
shooting cum. Drained, he looked up at me, his gapping mouth turning up in
a wide grin, as he giggled, and muttered,

   "Wow...man...that is...was....fucking...amazing...!"

   I cracked up, his youthful enthusiasm contagious, and I pulled his
naked, slender body close, holding him, as we laughed, and hugged, our now
wilting cocks pressed between our cum soaked bodies. Finally mostly
recovered, we went about the more hygienic process of washing up, then,
stepped out of the shower, and toweled each other dry, then, went hand in
hand back into my bedroom, and tumbled onto my king sized bed, arms and
legs all akimbo, as we snuggled, and lightly explored each others naked
body, kissing lightly, and savoring the various nooks and crannies as we
encountered them. All of the tension seemed to drain from us both, and
without any real conscious effort, we soon were lightly dozing, our hands
still somehow slowly moving over each others nakedness, as if unwilling to
stop, now that it had finally begun.

(to Be Continued)
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