Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2007 12:48:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Compelling Temptation (7)

As the following few weeks past, Robby, indeed, steadily demonstrated his
claim regarding his trust for me. In each of our opportunities to be
together, I managed to introduce some new type of play into our trysts, and
he seemed to willingly accept the addition of new experiences, even
indulging a few of my more avant-garde dalliances that I could tell he
didn't quite get in total. In retrospect, I can understand the inability of
a sexually inexperienced fifteen year old boy to fully grasp the sexual
significance of having his feet licked, or his toes sucked on, for
example. For him, at this particular stage of the game, the sexual impact
was pretty much centered around his more common erogenous zones, to wit,
his mouth, nipples, torso, penis and balls, and of course, in his case,
that pretty little ass, and its core component.

   Yes, sure enough, as our time together increased, it had become rather
apparent that my Robby was, definitely, a budding "bottom-boy," and that
knowledge in no way disappointed yours truly. I had made it a point during
our play time to at some point, or points, along the way pay a lot of
attention to that particular portion of his anatomy, and, the results were
never disappointing. He was, to put a point on it, definitely anal
receptive, in particular being highly reactive to my rimming him, and even
more so when it came to prostate stimulation. He had evolved to loving my
attentions focused on his little pucker, both my licking of him there, and
definitely so when I fingered him, and digitally massaged his firm inner
button, and the ejaculations those activities produced were nothing short
of astounding, coupled with the stunning intensity of his accompanying
orgasm.

   As for me, I was in Niverna, having finally let myself experience all of
the wonders of a sexual relationship with a young boy, a nearly life long,
and always denied, fantasy. I simply could not get enough of the boy, and
his youthful body, and I gave thanks at every opportunity to be with him. I
had struggled with myself for some time now over the looming issue of my
actually fucking Robby, an act that obviously held great appeal for me, but
also one that gave me a measure of pause when I seriously thought about
it. Part of me was clear that he would, given his gasping reactions to my
finger-play, and the resultant orgasms, probably really enjoy the
experience, once any initial discomfort with the newness of actual
penetration had passed, yet another part of me worried at the possible
emotional effects he might feel once having surrendered himself so
totally. He was, after all, fifteen, albeit nearing sixteen, the actual age
of consent in many parts of the world, but he was also very much a boy,
and, the act of being fucked was not an inherent male birth-trait. I had
zero desire to damage the boy in any way whatever, certainly not in any
physical sense, and I also held no desire to inflict any emotional, or
mental, damage on him, either. What I very much did want was for us both to
at some point walk away from this experience happy for having had it, and
friends, with no lingering sense of regret.

   It came to me, at first, as a mixed bag of "good-news, bad-news," but,
looking back at it now, it well may have actually been a blessing in
disguise, the tumbling of the final barrier to my inner-anguish over
whether I should take the last step with Robby, and fuck him, or not. One
afternoon, shortly after I had returned to my office following lunch, I
received a call from the firms managing partner's secretary, telling me
that "the man" wanted to see me in his office, asap. Summons' from the boss
in this brokerage firm translated to "now," pretty much, so without further
ado, I hustled toward the express elevator that would speed me to the top
floor of the building, and the local version of the "Oval Office."

   Arriving in the reception area, the assistant ushered me directly into
the inner sanctum, where I was surprised, and more than a little bit
intimidated, so find the entire partnership of the firm, along with the big
guy. I was asked to sit, and did so, my pulse racing much faster than
usual, as I frantically tried to think of what monumental screw-up I had
managed to warrant such lofty attention. As my mind raced, I nearly missed
the little speech the boss was delivering, but managed to focus just at the
part wherein he announced that the partners had decided to offer me a
rather serious promotion within the firm, and a staggering salary raise, if
I was interested in accepting the position at the New York City offices,
directly on Wall St, no less! I had in no way expected such an offer, but
was, to say the least, thrilled to get it. I mean, what person who had
chosen Investment Management for a career would not leap at an opportunity
to work on Wall St. itself, right in the heart of the Big Apple of other
people's money, right?

   And so, after a round of back-patting, and hand shaking, hugs, etc, I
was informed that my new position needed to staffed with my presence ten
days hence, and the boss was only too happy to point out that, given my
single status, and the fact that I was a rental apartment dweller, he could
not see where that relatively short turn-around interval should be of any
major concern for me, right...? `course not, Boss...sigh...! What he, of
course, couldn't know was my connection with the nubile Robby, and the
difficulty I was going to encounter giving him up, but then, that was my
problem, I suppose. In any event, as I have hinted at, the rapidness of my
impending departure served to force the issue I had been struggling with
regarding Robby, and, I jumped off the fence of indecision, deciding at
last that, yes, I was definitely going to fuck that sweet ass before
leaving the state.

   As luck would have it, I was unable to hook-up with Robby until two of
my waning ten days had passed, but, this afternoon it had finally worked
out, and he would be coming to my place directly from school, with an
iron-clad reason to not be expected at home until nine that evening, which
would give us a good five hours or so together. Slightly nervous, and
definitely excited, I set about preparing for his arrival, and hopefully,
his deflowering. I showered, and shaved, then dressed casually in some
khaki shorts and a Polo shirt, wearing some sexy little briefs under the
shorts, and staying barefoot. I put fresh sheets on the bed, and towels in
the bathroom, then, made sure of my bedside supply of lube, and a small
face towel, then checked the kitchen for available snacks, and cold
drinks. Satisfied all was in order, I settled into the sofa to await his
arrival.

   In not too long a time, I heard the lock in the front door click, as
Robby let himself in using the spare key I had given him a while back so
that he could come over anytime to hang out, or swim. I heard the door
close, and relock, behind him, then, his lilt of a youthful voice calling
to me, as he said,

   "Hey, Scott...it's me...you here, dude...?"

   Standing, I called back to him,

   "Hey yourself, hot-stuff...sure am...in the living room...!"

   He came around the corner, smiling his killer smile, and my breath
actually caught in my throat, as I let my eyes drift over him. Dressed in
soft and faded jeans, and a yellow tee shirt, he looked, as always,
stunning. The shirt clung nicely to his chest, defining his developing
pec's, and the color highlighted his tan, and healthy looking skin. The
jeans were as if washed many times, faded to a light blue tone, and soft,
and snug enough to hint at the enticing bulges at his crotch, while giving
great definition to his rather shapely legs at the same time. I smiled
back, and opened my arms, as he hurried over to my position, and stepped
into them, his lithe body molding to my own, as we hugged. The scent of him
flooded over me, and I inhaled, breathing in the clean freshness of his
soft hair, tinged with just a hint of some shampoo, or soap that he had
recently used. Pulling my head back slightly, I looked into his soft, dark
eyes, and winked at him, as I told him, meaning it,

   "Man, have I missed you, babe...and only a couple of days, too...how in
the hell am ever going to live not seeing you nearly every day...damn, I
miss you already, and, you are right here...!"

   His wide smile checked up slightly as I said the words, and he tried to
keep his best game face on, as he gave a small shake of his head, his soft
hair fluffing slightly, as some errant strands drifted over his smooth
forehead, and he replied,

   "Me too...I try not to even think about that...I mean...I really am
happy about your work, and stuff...really...but jeez...New York is, like,
forever away from here...!"

   Not wanting to tarnish the precious few hours we had before my leaving,
I just nodded, and mumbled something about jets making it not that much
distance, and that we would, in fact, still see each other, if not as
frequently. He nodded, bucking up his pretty smile once more, and his
effort kind of overwhelmed me, so I pulled him closer, and leaned down to
gently kiss his soft, lush mouth. He shuddered slightly, pressing tighter
against me, and opened his mouth, allowing my searching tongue to invade,
as he captured it, and sucked it gently, as I let my hands drop down to
grip the amazing mounds of his ass, and knead them as we held onto the kiss
a bit longer. We carried on that way a bit, the passion quickly rising, and
I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh, as my own prodded his
soft tummy. I broke the kiss then, and pulled back just enough to ease one
hand down between us, finding his rigid boyhood, and squeezing it, as my
other hand continued to massage his firm little ass cheek. I winked at him
again, and smiled, as I said,

   "Hmmm...you really are glad to see me, I think...and Little Robby,
too...!"

   He giggled softly, the rosy little blush I so loved flooding into his
smooth cheeks, as he nodded, and flexed his dick in my grip, saying,

   "Uh huh...true, on both counts...we are really happy to see you...and
hold you...and kiss you...and...well, yea...!"

   I chuckled, still manipulating his erection as best I could given the
snug jeans, and eased backward, tugging him with me, until we kind of
collapsed into the sofa.

   "I think I like the "well, yea" part best, actually...I mean...the
holding...kissing...all that is awesome, but, the "well, yea,"...yup,
definitely my personal fave...!"

   Robby grinned, and let himself kind of sink back into the cushions, and
I shifted slightly, lifting his legs, and stretching their length along the
sofa so that he wound up lying on his back, stretched out, his head
settling onto the arm rest. I leaned down, and kissed him again, marveling
at his eagerness to return the kiss, as our tongues dueled in and out, our
breathing escalating to soft pants, and sighs. I ran my hand over his
chest, letting my fingers tease his stiff little nipples through the soft
shirt, before sliding it down to his waist, and then back up, going under
the shirt. I savored the satin-like smoothness of his taut skin, and made
my way back to his nipples, moving between them, letting my fingertips
brush over each nubbin, and pinching them gently. Robby moaned into my
mouth, and arched his back slightly, as if inviting me to torment his
erected nipples, which I happily did.

   Moving lower again, I trailed my hand over his flat tummy, my finger
dipping into his small navel, and he giggled as he always does, the spot
being somewhat ticklish to the touch. Continuing my downward quest, I moved
my hand to his fly, popping the snap of his jeans, and working the zipper
down. I went back to the waist of the now open jeans, and gripped it, as
Robby lifted that pretty little butt up, allowing me to work the jeans over
his hips, and down his thighs. Sitting up briefly, I pushed them down to
his feet, then, leaned down to pull off his slip-on shoes, then the jeans,
letting the whole ensemble drop to the floor. Straightening up, I took a
minute to look at him lying there, his pulsing erection clearly visible
pressed against the front of the small briefs that he wore, and I
unconsciously licked my lips, as I noted the small wet spot that already
showed at the rounded tip of his penis. God, he was a sight to see, so
open, and almost purring, and I watched as he blushed prettily, and lifted
slightly to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it away, before resuming
his supine position on the sofa, now barely concealing anything in only the
small, gray colored briefs. I sighed heavily, slowly shaking my head side
to side, completely taken by his youthful beauty, and abject sexiness. He
looked up at me, a quizzical expression crossing his face, and asked,

   "What...?"

   Shrugging off the small spell he had me under, I smiled, and replied,

   "Nothing...just...well, Kiddo, you are just so freeking
perfect...beautiful...you really do overwhelm me, sometimes...most times,
actually...!"

   He blushed some more, another characteristic of his that I loved, and
gave me a little "aw, shucks" grin, but made no reply.

   I shook my head slowly again, then, starting just above his knee, I
slowly ran my fingertips up the inside of his hairless thigh. He gasped
softly, as my fingers reached the lump of his balls, and prodded at them,
then, moved on, to trace the underside of his pulsing erection, until I
reached the damp head of his dick, and moved the fingertip back and forth
across its breadth. He cooed softly, snuggling deeper into the cushions of
the sofa, as I ran my finger along the length of his erection a few times,
then, gripped it firmly, stroking it slowly. His eyes held mine a moment,
as he lifted his arms above his head, and stretched, flexing his lithe
body, as he released a contented sigh. Releasing his pulsing boyhood, I
moved my hands to the elastic band of his briefs, and began tugging them
down, as Robby lifted his cute butt to help me. I slid the small garment
down his thighs, worked it over his knees, and feet, and let it drop to the
floor. Sitting straight again, an involuntary little groan escaped my
constricted chest, as I savored his naked beauty. His arms still up, hands
cupped behind his head, his slender body fully exposed, and open, to me,
and I let my hungry gaze slowly absorb every square inch of him.

   I stared hungrily at the small, dark tufts that seemed almost like
shadows in his armpits, then, let my eyes drift over his satin smooth
chest, dotted by the dark circles of those sensitive nipples, and lower,
feasting on the softer smoothness of his tummy with its tiny cave
delineating the center. My gaze followed the nearly invisible line of silky
hair that trailed South of his navel, blending finally with the somewhat
sparse growth of pubes that fanned across his groin, then settled finally
on the prize, his sculpted erection, and the crinkly pouch of his
balls. Glancing up to look into his eyes, I winked, then, made a big
production of licking, and smacking my lips, and he giggled sweetly,
flexing his groin muscles in a way that made his cock jump a few
times. Forcing my eyes from his proud, and perfect boyhood treasures, I ran
my eyes down the length of his shapely, and nearly hairless legs, then,
quickly back up to his crotch. Reaching out, I lifted one leg, placing it
onto the back of the sofa, splaying him more open to my hungry gaze. As his
legs parted, so did the cleft of his ass, and his pink little sweet spot
came under my intense scrutiny. The warmth of the room had rendered his
balls loose, and dangly, and I reached down to gently cup them, lifting
them slightly, and poking gently at the twin orbs, as Robby mustered
another soft groan. Letting go of his scrotum, I trailed my index finger
along the firm line of tissue behind them, finally dipping into his warm
cleft, and lightly wiggling my fingertip against his little pucker.

   He groaned some more, pushing downward against my probing finger, and I
poked a bit more firmly against the tightness of his opening, as I reached
to grip his throbbing penis with my free hand. He gasped, and let out
another groan, moving his outside leg even wider, as I stroked his
hardness, and played my finger around his small wrinkled oval.

   "Oh, Jeez...!" he hissed loudly, causing me to glance up at him.

   "What, Babe...that hurt...?" I quickly asked.

   "NO...shit, no...do it more...do it all...damn...push it in me,
Scott...oh man...!" he grunted, clearly stimulated, and, wanting more.

   Once I had become aware of Robby's affliction for anal play, I had made
sure that ample supplies of lube were stashed about the apartment, and, at
his feverish command, I quickly pulled open the coffee table drawer, and
retrieved a bottle that I had placed there. I quickly worked it open, and
poured a goodly application over my fingers, then, went right back to
probing his tiny treasure, this time aided nicely by the slippery
gel. Robby groaned again, lifting his pretty butt slightly, as I added
steady, firm pressure against his guarded entrance until my greasy finger
slid past his snug ring, and slid easily up inside him to the last knuckle.

   "AAgggg...YES...!" he hissed through tightly clenched
teeth..."Jesus...yesss...!"

   I moved my finger in and out of him, wiggling it all around in search of
his fire-button, finding it, and pressing firmly against it, as I leaned
forward, and engulfed his rigid cock into my drooling mouth.

   "OH...My...God...!" he wailed, his hips bucking slightly, as I eagerly
sucked his steely hard penis, and strummed my finger over his hard little
gland.

   It was going to be quick, I realized, as Robby thrust his hips at me in
rapid fire strokes, and I gripped the very base of his boyhood between
thumb, and finger, stroking it in sync with my mouth gliding over the rest
of it, my finger still working over his prostate. I could taste his flowing
precum now, the slightly acrid flavor pouring over my tongue, and he
uttered a steady cadence of growling sounds, his hip thrusts increasing in
force, and pace. Another minute, tops, and he was there, making one last
forward thrust of his hips, as I pressed firmly into the hard little nut of
his gland, and held it there, as he all but shouted, and his cock jerked
inside my mouth, releasing a veritable torrent of his creamy ejaculate. My
mouth flooded instantly, and I quickly gulped, barely in time to allow
space for the second, third, and forth eruption of his creamy lava, and
this I managed to hold in my nearly overflowing mouth long enough to savor
the creamy warmth of it, and the flavor, before again swallowing it all
down.

   Robby collapsed back against the sofa like he had been hit over the
head, his penis wilting in my still sucking mouth, as he gulped air like a
drowning man. I ran my tongue across the head of his cock once more, and he
jerked, the sensation being just too much for him right now, so I released
it, and sat up. I looked at him, my tongue circling my mouth to capture any
remnant of his boy-honey, as I savored the incredible after-taste of his
discharge. His sweet face was flushed, and lightly sweating, and his chest
rose and fell like he had run a fast mile, and now deflated penis glistened
in the light, wet with my saliva, and the last drizzles of his
explosion. He looked so incredible, sexy, and vulnerable, and I leaned
forward, pressing my mouth to his, and licking across his lush lips with my
tongue, as he returned the kiss, his ragged breath mixing in with our
tongue play. I sat back up, and lowered his leg from the back of the sofa,
leaning down to lick his inner thigh, moving upward, then, trailed my
tongue across his scrotum, before once more withdrawing to let him catch
his breath. He looked up at me, and a wide smile crossed his face, as he
blinked several times, then said, his voice horse, and cracking,

   "Jesus...just...Jesus...!"

   I winked at him, nodding, and replied,

   "Yup...pretty much...!"

(To Be Continued)
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