Date: Wed, 7 Feb 2007 13:34:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Compelling Temptation (3)

   As Robby and I lay there on my bed, dozing part of the time, and at
other moments, chatting, and lightly touching each other, I could scarcely
believe that we were, in fact, lying there together. It was surreal, almost
like I was dreaming, and I was sorely tempted to actually pinch myself, or
better still, pinch him someplace delightful, just to ensure it was real. I
propped my head on an elbow, and let my eyes once more feast on his
youthful beauty, and, in that process, I decided exactly where I might like
to pinch him, causing me to utter a quiet giggle at the thought. He opened
his soft, doe-like eyes and looked at me, an expression of curiosity
crossing his cute face, as he said softly,

   "What...?...what's funny...?"

   I winked at him, and shook my head, as I replied,

   "Nothing is funny...not at all...I was just thinking that this...being
here with you this way...and...before...well, it's just all like some kind
of dream, and I'm having trouble believing that I am actually
this...lucky...that's all...not funny at all...actually quite amazing...!"

   He grinned, a soft pink color flooding his smooth cheeks, as he nodded
vaguely, and kind of whispered,

   "No kidding...for sure...amazing, is right...!"

   I lifted my arm, and gently rested my hand on his hairless chest, moving
it in slow, small, circles over his satin-like skin, and let my fingers
lightly graze over his small nipples, watching his chest inflate, as he
sucked in his breath, and the nipples responded by growing instantly
erect. He looked into my eyes again, and sighed, then, surprising me
greatly, launched into a fairly lengthy narrative of how he had, for some
time, been secretly thinking of us this way, and more, actually wanting it
to somehow happen, but being way too nervous about it to actually somehow
let me know his desires. I stopped him long enough to assure him that it
had been exactly the same for me for some time now, secretly wanting him
this way, and completely afraid to allow myself to pursue it, fearful of
ruining our otherwise exemplary relationship. Since I was suddenly in the
"tell-all" mode, I went on to elaborate my concerns, well, fears actually,
regarding his tender, and certainly less than legal age, as well as our
none-too-subtle age difference, and he giggled sweetly, nodding, as he went
on to tell me that those same factors had been chief among his own fears of
making any overtures toward me, as well.

   The ice being broken, he went on then, all but gushing out his long term
struggles with the attraction that he had been feeling for other males, and
his apparent lack of sexual interest in girls. He had been struggling with
the same anxiety that any teen would as the realization that he or she is
somehow "different" from the pack, while at the same time craving that
"normalcy" that society constantly dishes up as the "right" thing to want,
and do. Elaborating, he told me of his discovery that I was pretty much
openly gay, and apparently not struggling with the fact, and how that
knowledge began to percolate deep in his mind, as his thoughts began to
turn toward his growing need to find some type of actual experience with
so-called gay sex so as to either confirm his urges and dark feelings, or,
dispel the longings that haunted him. Flattering me greatly, and apparently
oblivious to the fact, he went on to tell me how he had, for a long time,
felt a physical attraction to me, and added that the comfort he felt in my
presence had only served to bolster that attraction. He candidly told me
how he often fantasized about us physically together as we had just been,
and more, as he would slink off to the privacy of his room, and relieve his
pent up sexual energy while visualizing the two of us in heated sexual
situations. I was all but speechless hearing this incredible dissertation,
and at the same time flattered, and pissed, at having let so many
opportunities slide past as I secretly lusted after the young cutie who,
amazingly enough, held much the same lust for me.

   It is said that confession is good for the soul, and, I suppose our
little tell-all would serve as evidence of the phrase, and before we even
realized it, our discussion had evolved into a discussion of the various
sexual acts common to the gay among us, with Robby playing twenty questions
with me, as I tried to give honest answers to his inquiries without
freaking him out. I finally managed to bring the long discussion to a close
when I slid my arms around him, and held him close, as I stroked his lithe
young body, and assured him that one real experience was well worth a
thousand words, and, in time, we would, in fact, experience any and all of
the acts that he felt interested in trying, and perhaps even a few that had
not yet occurred to him. Snuggling closely, as I lightly stroked his
sculpted young penis, he sighed deeply, and tentatively closed his fist
around my own erection, and timidly stroked it, as he mumbled against my
chest,

   "Oh, cool then...that's really what I want...need...anyhow...!"

   Well, I thought, a nasty job, I suppose...but then...hell...somebody had
to do it, right...?

My demented mind was eager to move straight away from the "tell-all," and
advance directly into "show-and-tell," but, a glance at the bedside clock
belied the late hour, and I had already decided that an over-nighter so
soon off the blocks might be a tad much for a fifteen year old rookie, so,
I fought back my carnal urges, and told Robby that we needed to dress, and
get him home to preclude any parental problems that might interfere with
our ability to get together soon, and pursue our mutual desires. He
reluctantly agreed, and we got into some shorts and tees, and went out to
my car, headed for his house. As we turned onto the side street where Robby
lived, I eased the car to the curb in front of a darkened house, and
stopped. I killed the engine, and turned to face him, as I snaked a hand
onto his bare thigh, rubbing the smooth, warm skin there, before easing it
upward to invade his crotch. My fingers sought, and found his rigid flesh
tube where it lay trapped against the snug material of his shorts, and I
squeezed it, as he shuddered, his breath going ragged, and shallow. Not
saying a word, I moved to open the fly, and zipper, of his shorts, then,
tugged at them, as he lifted his cute little ass off the seat, allowing me
to slide the shorts, and briefs, down his thighs. His rigid five+ inches of
boyhood sprang free, weaving in the dim light of the cars interior, and I
groaned softly at its perfection, as I grasped the fairly thick base in my
fingers. I stroked it a couple of times, and savored the shiny wetness that
oozed from the small slit at its center, then, giving the nearly gasping
boy a sly wink, I leaned over, and quickly slid the hardness into my mouth.

   Damn, this young boner felt absolutely perfect filling my mouth, and I
savored the amazing harness that can only be attributed to his youth. As I
slavered over the steel-hard rod, I reflected that while I had certainly
experienced my fair share of erect penis in my mouth, there was something
special about this one, the way it was so rigidly hard in one sense, while
at the same time so very smooth, with the covering skin so very soft, and
pliable, belying the abject rigidity of the underlying tissue. Robby
grunted audible as I sucked his cock into the back of my throat, relishing
the spongy head bumping the back of my throat, and he changed over to a
soft moan, as I slid the shaft back out, and lapped wetly across the glassy
smooth head several times. I lapped the head again, then, pulled back
slightly, and rolled my eyes up to look into his own, watching his
reactions, as I wiped the head of his pretty cock across my lips, and
maneuvered it like a small club, slapping at my face with its stiffness. He
smiled a wicked little smile, his eyes widening slightly at the sight, and
he groaned deeply again, as I quickly engulfed the pulsing beauty once
more.

   His hips rocked back and forth on the car seat, as he reflexively humped
against my suctioning mouth, and his thighs parted slightly, letting his
plump scrotum come free between his legs, and I reached to gently cradle
it, my fingers teasing at the enclosed ovals of his balls, as I settled
into a steady rhythm on his throbbing cock, eager now to taste his creamy
boy-honey. He rolled his head back against the rest, and began a low volume
cadence of soft groans, his hips continuing to buck slightly in sync with
my head movements, as his breathing became rapid, and shallow. I gently
gripped his ample pouch in my palm, putting some mild pressure on his
balls, as I applied my A-game skills to sucking his cock, wanting for him
to get there, and flood my hungry mouth. He definitely didn't disappoint,
when not more than a minute or so later, he exuded a deep, and louder,
groan, and slammed his slim hips forward sharply, as his pulsing cock
jerked in my drooling mouth, and erupted. His warm, slippery fluid jetted
forcefully into my mouth, the initial ejaculation rocketing into my throat,
where I reflexively gulped it down, only to be nearly immediately flooded
with his next strong eruptions, which sprayed over my tongue, and actually
swelled at my cheeks, as I managed to hold it all in my mouth. His final
short thrusts produced a few meager drizzles of the tart substance, as his
young balls drained for a third time in about as many hours, and I slid the
wilting staff from my mouth, licking at it like an ice cream cone, as his
syrupy offering drooled from the corners of my mouth. I released it then,
and looked up at his astonished expression, then, opened my mouth widely to
let him see the result of our efforts, then, swallowed noisily, as his face
converted into another wicked grin, and he shook his head gently, as I
smiled widely, and told him,

   "Damn, little dude...you cum like a train...and, it's flat-out
delicious, too...!"

   He giggled sweetly, an "aw-shucks" expression painting over his cute, if
not flat-out pretty face, and I made a big show of smacking my cum stained
lips a few time, as I rolled my eyes at him. He shook his head again, as if
having some trouble actually believing what I had just done to him, and
what I had elected to do with his formidable offering, and I winked, then,
planted one last wet smack on the still oozing head of that sweet young
cock, then, reached for his shorts and briefs, tugging them back up his
creamy smooth thighs. I sat up then, and glanced around outside, hopeful
that I wouldn't encounter a half dozen dog-walker neighbors gazing through
the partly steamed up windows of the car. Relieved at the absence of same,
I reached over to ruffle Robby's soft hair, as I gave him another smile,
then, restarted the car, and drove the last block to his house. As I rolled
to a stop, he flashed me a killer grin, then, surprised me by quickly
reaching over, and sliding his fingers into my mouth. Always fairly quick
on the uptake, I quickly sucked hungrily at them, as he giggled, and pulled
away, then said, with yet another shaking of is head,

   "You are really amazing...really...and...if it's ok...I'll call you
tomorrow when I can, ok...?"

   I winked once more, nodding enthusiastically, as I replied,

   "Absolutely, you call me...and as soon as possible, too...you and I have
serious unfinished business, hot shot...and I can hardly wait to...see to
it...!"

   Another quick grin, and a nod, and he pushed open the door, and got
out. Turning back, he smiled again, and said,

   "Me too...hardly wait, I mean...see you soon...night...!"

   And he was gone, the door banging closed, and I watched his pert little
butt jiggle saucily, as he jogged to the door, and disappeared inside the
house. I shook my head, his heady aftertaste still lingering in my mouth,
as I dropped the car into gear, and pulled away, heading back home, my mind
vividly replaying the events of the afternoon, and evening, while a smile
that might easily have become permanently affixed to my face light up the
darkness of the cars interior.

   As it turned out, it wasn't the next day that Robby and I got together
again, largely due to some family obligation that he had been unable to
duck. He did manage a brief call to me, explaining that there was just no
chance of him getting out of the event, but he assured me that the
following day should work out fine. True to his word, at around eleven on
the appointed day, he called again, catching me on my cell phone as I was
enroute to see a client at his office. In as much as I was going to be tied
up for a couple of hours, I asked Robby if he could find a way over to my
place, and that I would call the complex manager to let him in to my
apartment. He had gotten used to seeing the boys around frequently, and I
was sure it would be no problem for Robby to gain access to the apartment
in my absence. Robby told me that he could catch a city bus to get there,
and that he would see the manager, then, wait for me at home. It caused a
sudden thickening of my cock, as he added that I should hurry every chance
I got, because he was really eager to pick up where we had left off. I
seriously considered cancelling my appointment then and there, but
resisted, deciding that work was what paid for the apartment that had
suddenly become a much more important place in my life. I made the call to
the manager, who was fine with letting Robby in, then, proceeded to my
appointment, struggling to keep my mind cut in to the business at hand, and
off the business at home, at least until I got there!

   Some two and a half hours later, my business having been successfully
concluded, I skidded to a stop in my assigned parking spot, and hurried off
to the apartment. I swung the door open, and called out Robby's name, and
heard his faint reply from the area of the balcony that overlooked the pool
area. I walked across the living room, and slid open the screen door, and
started out onto the balcony. I froze in my tracks part way through the
opening, my eyes going into saucer-mode, and my breath catching in my
throat, as I encountered my sexy young Robby, his lithe body reclined on
the padded lounge on my balcony, barely dressed in what well may have been
to skimpiest pair of Speedo's I had ever seen. As my eyes feasted on his
tanned, and smooth torso, before locking onto the succulent bulges that
strained mightily at the scant crotch of the tiny garment, it vaguely
registered on my feverish brain that the Speedo was a soft yellow color,
blazoned at the sides with black vertical stripes. The soft yellow accented
the golden tone of his well tanned skin, and the image was further aided by
his now wide smile, the perfect array of snow white teeth gleaming in the
sunlight. I managed, barely, to force my hungry gaze away from the bulges
at his barely concealed crotch, and met his smiling eyes briefly, before
returning to openly stare at the delectable display within the tiny Speedo,
and I let my tongue hang out like a dog on a stifling summers day, as I
croaked,

   "Holly shit, Batman...is that even legal...?"

   He giggled that sweet boyish sound of his, and stretched his lithe body,
his nicely developing muscles going taut, and his crotch pushing out still
further, as his abundant boyhood seemed to stretch the gaunt material
further still, as he answered, his voice all soft, and so very sexy,

   "Prolly not, actually...but then again...neither am I...so it prolly
doesn't matter anyway...!"

   Had we not been outside on the balcony, and actually within a few yards
of the few people that were scattered below around the pool area, I would
have so been on him in a flash, and, as it was, I felt my cock stiffen in
my Dockers, as I soon had a formidable tent of my own going on, just from
looking at this incredibly hot teen boy. Robby didn't let that fact escape
him, as he quickly dropped his eyes to my protruding crotch, smiled, and
added,

   "Hmmm...somebody is really happy to see me, I think...?"

   Nodding stupidly in answer, given that I actually didn't think that I
was, at the moment, capable of actual speech, I took a couple of steps
toward him, and extended my hand. He checked out my boner once more, still
grinning like the Cheshire Cat, then, took my hand, and let me pull him to
his feet, and I quickly lead him back inside the apartment. Inside, I
looked him up and down again, my mouth flooded with saliva, and my cock
throbbing inside my snug briefs, and I shook my head, as I said, my voice
very much out of tune, and sounding dry,

   "Jesus, Robby...you...that...damn...that is the most incredibly sexy
thing that I have ever seen...Christ...you
are...beautiful...delicious...what...?....just...so fuckin' hot...where the
hell did you get that...outfit...?"

   He preened sexily, executing a little pirouette, as I gulped, my hand
dropping to grip the firm little mounds of his satin covered ass as he
stopped in front of me. He lifted his doe-like eyes, and gazed at me, as he
smiled, and said,

   "This was my swim team uniform...but...that was, like, almost three
years ago, so...well...it might be a little small for me,
now...but...well...I thought you might kind of like it...?"

   Kneading his delicious little pillows of flesh, I chuckled, nodding my
head, as I replied, meaning it,

   "Oh, I like it, all right...I freeking love it...and, about one half
size smaller, you wouldn't be...in it...at all...Jesus, kid...you
definitely have my full attention now...mine, and little Scotts, too...!"

   He pulled back just enough to toss a quick glance down to my bulging
slacks, then, rolled those gorgeous eyes back up at me, as a coy little
grin painted his lush mouth, and he actually batted those long, curly eye
lashes at me, as he said, all low, and sexy,

   "Hmmm...goody...I really want...him...and Little Robby..<giggle> to be
friends..."

   Unable to resist, I dropped a hand down between us, and firmly gripped
his rigid boyhood, squeezing it, as I looked into his soft eyes, and told
him,

   "I'm not so sure that this...could be called little...anything...but, I
definitely agree on the proposed friendship...and...sooner, rather than
later..."

   That prompted another cute giggle, and a nod of his head, the move
causing his soft hair to swirl about his cute face, and the few errant
strands that dangled onto his forehead to dance cutely, and he mumbled,

   "Hope so..."

   I gave his hard cock another squeeze, then, let it go, as I slid my arms
around his slender body, and pulled him close, hugging him, the difference
in our height causing his erection to press against my thigh, as my own
pushed into his firm tummy. I let my hands roam over his silky smooth back,
my fingertips gauging his muscles, as well as a definite tension that
seemed to have him coiled, and I slid my hands lower, gripping the tight
little pillows that were his incredible little ass cheeks, and I looked
into his eyes, again sensing the tension there. I winked at him, and he
gave me a small, tight, smile, and I said,

   "You seem pretty wound up, little dude...relax, ok...?...I'm not going
to do anything that you don't want me to...promise...so just try to chill a
little, ok...?"

   He blinked a few times rapidly, but nodded his head, as he continued to
look into my eyes, then said,

   "I know...yea...just pretty nervous, I guess...but...it's cool,
really...I want...this...and...well...I trust you, Scott...I just...sorta
not...sure...what to do, mostly...?"

   Ah, I thought...so that was what had him so wound up...not actually an
uncertainty about the "what," so much as the "how"...I continued to knead
his perfect ass, and I could feel his obvious excitement poking my thigh,
and I looked deeply into his eyes, and said, a smile on my face,

   "I totally understand that, Robby...hell, all this is new for you...how
about, then, you just try to relax, and let me worry about the "what to do"
stuff for now...just take a deep breath, and let it go...let me show you
how amazing this can be for you...and...if I go anyplace you don't
like...or want...well, just say so, and it ends then, ok...?"

   He looked at me a second or two, then, sucked in a deep gulp of air, and
held it, before letting in slowly escape, as he nodded his head. I winked
at him, then, backed away, and took his hand, and led him over to the sofa,
and nudged him to sit down. I indicated that I would be right back, then,
went to the kitchen, and opened the fridge, taking out a pitcher of the
wine-spiked Sangria punch that I had fixed the previous evening. I grabbed
glasses, and returned to the living room, and sat beside Robby. I poured
the glasses full of the sweet punch, and handed him one, then, offered a
clink of glasses, and we drank deeply. I hoped the wine might help him
settle down some, and I was glad to see him fairly quickly drain the glass,
which I promptly refilled. I had now intention of getting him loaded, only
that the mild mixture of alcohol in the punch would relax him some, so that
he would release some degree of the tension he was feeling.

   As we drank a second glass, we chatted, and lightly touched each other,
and I happily noted that his erection had definitely not lost any of its
interest, as it continued to threaten the meager confinement of the tiny
Speedo. He did actually seem less tense than before, and I let my fingers
trail up his inner thigh, until I encountered the lump of his trapped
balls, and I ran my fingers over the bulge, as he sank deeper into the
cushions, and sighed. Taking his reaction as favorable, I worked my fingers
over the rigid shaft of his erection, then, closed my fingers around it,
squeezing, and stroking it's length as best I could, given the restrictive
Speedo. I alternated between rubbing his cock, and running my fingers
lightly along his inner thighs, as he continued to relax, closing his eyes,
and moaning softly from time to time. Leaning in close to him, I slid my
tongue out, and licked the buttery soft skin of his neck, just below his
ear, and he shuddered, turning his head toward me, and his eyes fluttering
open. The incredible boyish scent of him washed over me, and I licked him
again, then trailed upward, and lapped at his small ear, dipping my tongue
inside it. He groaned softly, and, as I backed off slightly, he looked at
me, a hunger showing in his eyes that compelled me to lean in, and kiss his
soft, lush mouth. He flinched slightly at first, then, seemed to warm to
the idea, and his small tongue slid out to duel with my own. We
tongue-danced a bit, as I continued to stoke his thighs, and alternately
rub his cock outside the Speedo, and, as I eased into him more, planting my
slightly opened mouth over his, he returned the pressure, our tongues once
more dueling , this time in a more give-and-take way.

   Continuing to kiss him, I let my hand slide along his smooth torso,
then, ran a fingertip over his taut little nipple, pinching it gently,
before sliding across to repeat the move on the other nipple. The firm
tissue instantly went erect under my fingers, and I broke the kiss,
dropping my head to his chest, to lap at his nickel sized buds, licking and
sucking moving between them. Robby sagged back on the cushion, and arched
his back slightly, almost offering his nipples to my grazing mouth, and I
moved my hand back to his cock, continuing to suckle his small buds.

   OHhhh...jeez...I...wow...thats...awesome...!" he hissed, his hands going
to my head, as he began to guide me between his tits, urging me to suck
them.

   I slipped my hand under the tight waist of the Speedo, and shoved
downward, gripping his bare cock in my fist, and stroked it, squeezing the
pulsing shaft, as he emitted a series of soft sounds, and flexed his little
butt, lifting his hips off the cushion to pump his erection through my
hand. I lifted my head from his chest, taking a moment to savor the lusty
sight of his rigid little nipples standing proud, and shining with my
saliva, then, I met his wide eyed gaze, and said softly,

   "This would be a lot more comfortable, I think, in the bedroom...?"

   A tiny smile turned up the corners of his mouth, and I was again struck
by his youthful cuteness, and I just loved the soft pink flush that seemed
to make his face glow slightly, his passions obviously stirred, and he
nodded shyly. I gave his rock hard shaft another squeeze, then pulled my
hand free of the sexy little Speedo, and struggled to my feet. My own
throbbing erection poked obscenely at the front of my slacks, and I watched
Robby's eyes flicker downward to look at it, his eyebrows arching a bit, as
I tugged him to a standing position. As he got to his feet, I leaned close,
and once more kissed his soft, full mouth briefly, then, took his hand, and
led him to my bedroom.

   Hot as Robby looked stuffed into that tiny Speedo, I wanted him naked
now, and I think that's what he wanted too, given that he offered not one
lick of resistance, when I sat down on the edge of the bed with him
standing in front of me, and began worming the incredible tight garment
down his thighs. Once his package sprang free, the suit slipped easily past
his knees, and puddled at his feet. I gasped slightly at the stunning sight
of his nakedness, and the mouth-watering aroma of his sculpted genitals
wafted over me as I stared, mouth agape, at his perfectly shaped erection
weaving in front of my face. His penis would easily have served as a study
model for any of the worlds great sculptors, it's dimensions, and shape
being absolutely perfectly suited to his slender and trim body, as it stood
proudly at roughly eighty degrees from the sparse patch of sandy colored
pubes that splayed across the stark whiteness of his groin. A practiced
visual estimate put it at somewhere between five, and six, inches in
length, with an ample girth, given his tender years, of perhaps nearing two
inches, with a slight taper in evidence, as the smooth shaft gave way to
the nicely flared, and perfectly circumcised head. Centering the
helmet-shaped head was his tiny slit, presently glistening with his oozing
fluids, and I had to force myself to not lap at it with my tongue...not
just yet, at any rate. His silky scrotum dangled gently below, the hairless
skin a healthy pink tone, and slightly crinkled, and the delectable pouch
bulged nicely with the heft of his young sperm makers. Tearing my drooling
gaze from his boyhood, I took a long, slow look at him, my eyes devouring
his beauty from head to toe, and he blushed prettily, as he watched my
hungry eyes feast upon his perfection. Even his smallish feet seemed
perfectly formed, and sized to compliment the rest of him, and I simply
shook my head, filled with the wonder of the boy, and with the amazing fact
that he, all of him, was mine, at least for a time.

   Every part of him was totally compelling, and so very tempting to touch,
and taste, that it was difficult to decide where to even begin. With yet
another shake of my head, I inhaled deeply of his amazing scents, then,
reached out to gently lay my palms on his silky smooth chest, letting my
palms roam in small circles over the blemish-free skin, as he sucked in his
breath, a small tremor passing over his body. Moving lower, my hands
stroked the softness of his tummy, and I invaded his the small cave of his
cute navel with a fingertip, eliciting a small giggle from him, and a
reflexive sucking in of his tummy. I let my fingers thread into his silky
pubes, tugging lightly at the soft strands, then, purposely bypassed his
rigid erection, and let my hands trail down his thighs to the knees, and
back up, moving one hand between his slightly spread thighs to cup his
balls in my palm. He groaned, and his legs separated wider, and I hefted
the weighty pouch, letting my fingers explore the tender ovals inside, as
my other hand gripped the pulsing erection, stroking its length, and
sliding my thumb across the wet, smooth head of it. Several steady strokes,
coupled with a continued rolling of his balls produced a fair sized dollop
of clear fluid from the tiny slit, and this time, I relented, and leaned
down to lap at the tasty morsel with my tongue. The almond-like taste of
him burst over my taste buds, lighting them off instantly, and my mouth
flooded with saliva, as I gripped the throbbing shaft at its very base, and
opened my mouth to capture the wide head of his cock in my warm, wet
mouth. He gasped loudly, rocking forward onto his toes, and threaded his
fingers into my hair, as I sucked him inside my mouth, taking him slowly,
but steadily, until my stretched lips encountered my own fingers wrapped at
the base of his cock. The glass-smooth head bumped the back of my throat,
and I clamped my mouth down to hold it there, savoring the steady pulses
that coursed through it, as I gently tugged on his scrotum, then, slowly
pulled back, easing all but the head of his cock from my mouth. I wrapped
my lips snugly at the ridge of his glans, and sucked strongly, and he
flexed his hips forward, attempting to feed his glistening tube of boyhood
back into my mouth.  I held fast, letting my tongue tip attack his oozing
slit, as I worked his ball sac, and ran my free hand up, and across his
chest, again teasing his small nipples, as he tugged sharply at my hair,
and groaned some more. His breath was rapid now, and ragged, a nearly
choking sound emanating from his heaving chest, and it suddenly occurred to
me that was, definitely, very close to cumming. Torn between just letting
that happen, and holding him off for more exploration, I felt his shaft
jerk, as he forcefully thrust forward, driving most of his length back into
my mouth, as I tasted more of his flowing precum on my tongue. He was so
very close to loosing it now, I suddenly wasn't sure I could stop him, but
I gave his dangling balls a fairly sharp tug to distract him, as I quickly
pulled back, and released his throbbing cock from my drenched mouth. He let
out a deep growling sound, and dropped his hand to immediately grip his
nearly shooting cock, and pummeled it, his hand nearly a blur, as he pumped
at the quivering stalk, his eyes tightly clamped shut, and an expression of
near agony painted over his face. Moving quickly, I grabbed his wrist
tightly, and forced his hand off his oozing cock, then, grabbed onto him,
and wrestled him down on the bed on his back.

   He opened his eyes, looking at me, his cute face a flushed shade of red,
and lightly sweating, with his lush, full lips stretched tightly over his
teeth, as if in some excruciating pain, and I ran my hand over his heaving
chest, as my other hand lightly stoked his forehead, and cheeks, calming
him some, as he lay there panting, his eyes fluttering in rapid blinks. I
smiled at him, still just lightly touching him, and I said,

   "Kind of a close one, I think, hmm...?"

   He sighed deeply, then gulped more air, and replied,

   "Jeez, I guess...I was, like, right there...that just felt...sooo
good...!"

   I chuckled, running my fingertip over his soft lips, and told him,

   "Good...that's exactly how it is supposed to feel...good...very, very
good...now, just relax a bit, Champ...trust me...there is plenty more to
come here..."

   He smiled sweetly, his breathing a bit more settled now, and he glanced
down at my seriously tented crotch, then, warily moved his hand to rest on
my thigh, kneading it some, as he looked up at me shyly, and said, very
softly,

   "Can you...um...can you...like...be...naked, too...?....I'd really like
that...?"

   Now, there was today's top qualifier for really dumb questions,
right...?...like I was gonna say, "Oh no...can't do that...wouldn't be
prudent..."...riiiight...so in maybe thirty, or forty seconds, I was, of
course, as gloriously naked as my boy...well, ok, maybe not that glorious,
but, naked, definitely! Feeling just a tad macho, and maybe even a little
bit proud of the fact that I actually don't look all that bad naked for a
budding old phart, I stood at the edge of the bed, fully on display for his
perusal, and I might even have actually blushed just a little bit, when his
eyes went slightly wide, and he stared, somewhat open mouthed, too, at my
throbbing erection, and said, simply,

   "Wow...!"

   I chuckled, reaching down to grasp his own stunning equipment, and
answered

   "Wow yourself, Champ...indeed, wow...!"

   He giggled at that, and boldly reached out to grab my cock, his slender
fingers wrapping around the shaft, as he stroked it up and down in response
to my moves on his own, and he grinned at me, just a touch of sheepishness
showing, as he said,

   "I think maybe you better lay down, Scott...it must take a lot of blood
to pump this thing all up like this...?"

   He almost didn't even get that all said when I was prone beside him,
rolling to my side, and wrapping an arm around him, to pull him close, as
we snuggled face-to-face, with our rigid erections trapped together between
us. I kissed him, and he kissed me right back, our tongues doing the
ancient dance once more, and our raging lust once more quickly escalated,
each of us gasping and cooing, as we kissed, and explored each others
nakedness for a very long, and heated, period of time. At some point, I
slid down low on the bed, and managed to again capture that rigid object of
my affection back into my mouth, and, as if he had done it countless times
before, Robby deftly maneuvered his lithe body into a skilful sixty-nine
with mine, and I groaned loudly around his thickness that filled my mouth,
as he eased my aching cock into the silky warmth of his tender, young
mouth, sucking me as if he were born to it. My body screamed with unstated
pleasure, the very idea of just whose amazing mouth that was so expertly
pleasuring my aching cock adding greatly to the physical pleasure, and I
lost myself in again bringing the boy to the brink, this time with no
intention of going back. I sucked him with total abandon, plying every
skill, and tick, that I had ever garnered along my sexual odyssey, and
believe me, for a rookie, the boy gave damn near as good as he got. In what
seemed like no time, and certainly not enough time, we were both at the
edge, the room filled with our mingled grunts, and groans, and the heady
aromas of our driving lust, and, Robby suddenly thrust forward sharply, a
low groan escaping from around my cock deep inside his hot mouth, and his
cock spasmed strongly, as it erupted, and his warm, thick cream jetted
forcefully into my mouth in rapid-fire spurts, one right behind the
other. The incredible sensation of his filling my hungry mouth with his
tasty boy nectar pushed me off my own cliff nearly simultaneously, and my
own cock bucked, and exploded, as I poured my own offering into his virgin
mouth in heavy bursts. I heard him gag a bit, but he gamely hung on, his
soft cheeks billowing in an out, as he struggled to gulp down my jetting
load, as I milked his still spitting shaft with my fingers until his young
balls were drained, as were my own. Sated for the moment, we each withdrew,
releasing the slowly wilting cocks from our mouths, and I spun around on
the bed, moving up to face the well flushed boy, and I wrapped my arms
around him, holding him, as I kissed his soft hair, and mumbled endless
praises for his skilful loving.

   We stayed that way for some time, possibly even lightly dozing, between
light and tender caresses of each others slacked body, and we finally
shifted, parting slightly, as our eyes met across the pillow. He grinned
that hear-melting smile of his, and I gave my best in return, as I stroked
his soft hair, and just looked at him, still not totally believing my great
fortune, as he licked his lush lips, and said, with a soft little giggle,

   "Hey...I'm really thirsty...got any more of that punch stuff around...?"

   I chuckled, nodding in response, as I answered,

   "You bet, hot stuff...I have all that "punch stuff" that you want, so
long as drinking it gets us right back here...I definitely want to that,
again...that...and a whole lot more...!"

   He gave me a mock look of horror, the daft expression making me crack
up, as he said,

   "Really...?...wow...you mean...there is...actually...more...?"

   I ruffled his hair once more, winked, and replied,

   "Trust me, Champ...there is, definitely, a whole lot more...just stay
tuned...!"

(To Be Continued)
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