Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2009 19:07:37 -0400
From: Qwik Lub <qwiklub@hotmail.com>
Subject: Condo Amenities Part 2

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Condominium Amenities Part 2


There is so much I love about summer; the clear, blue skies, the warmth of
the air, and the shirtless boys in their shorts. I'm not a fan of the long
board shorts teens favor these days. However, when they are wet, the shorts
cling to their beautiful butts like a second skin. That is something I live
for. Accordingly, I make sure my summer routine includes a walk along the
nearby beach so I can watch the young hotties jumping off the pier. I
always check the tide tables to make sure when hide tide rolls in because I
know my eye candy will assuredly make their appearance. Of course I also
enjoy showing off my hot bod. After all, you never know what pleasures may
fall by chance into my web. Some people have compared me to Boris Kodjoe,
but I think I look more like Tyson Beckford. Either way, I know I turn
heads with my flawless ebony skin and sculptured muscles. Teen boys; gay,
straight, bi or curious; all want to have a body like mine.

So there I was casually strolling along the strand at just the right
time. It was a perfect, hot day, mid-80s, no clouds, light wind. Ahead I
could see a large group of teens jumping off the pier, mixing with each
other, girls and boys, and generally hanging out. It was the kind of hot
day I favor when boys show as much skin as they can get wet. From a
distance I started mentally cataloging the real hotties for a closer look
as I passed. There was a veritable rainbow of hot teen skin for the
viewing. I loved the colors, deep tans, brown boys, pink boys, and a couple
of red boys that had too much sun.  Even the girls were pretty hot with
their firm perky tits and small, round butts. However, the only advantage
the girls offered was how hot they made the boys.  Again, I am not a fan of
board shorts, unless they're wet. A couple of boys sported white shorts
with blue Hawaiian flowers. The special advantage of those was that they
were almost see-through when wet. One of those boys was perched on his
bicycle and sporting a damn foine ass through the damp white and blue. As I
got closer I got a sudden shock. It was Robbie.

I realized this was the closest I had gotten to him in real life. He hadn't
noticed me yet, because his marvelous backside was to me, although I
noticed a couple of boys and girls glancing in my direction. Given my fine
physique they couldn't help staring. I wanted to hang out and perv the
eye-candy, especially knowing what was under Rob's white shorts. However, I
had no excuse to explain why I would stand and stare at teenagers. "Really
officer, I just like this particular spot at this time of day. Lovely
weather, isn't it?" Fortunately, Mr. Softie the ice cream god heard my
silent prayer and the truck pulled around the corner playing that insipid
song. I never enjoyed hearing it so much since I was a kid.

All the youth lined up to buy their treats. I joined the queue and thanked
Mr. Rayban for my sunglasses that let me stare at all the hot teen flesh
without anyone seeing my eyes, hehe. Rob had seen me now and started moving
his bike in slow circles around everyone. He was cool about it, not looking
directly at me, but holding on to his handlebars and standing up on his
pedals with his ass sticking out. He was shirtless and nicely tanned. I
looked carefully, but he did not appear to be wearing any boxers under his
shorts. Hmmm. I swear he was making sure I had a good view of his assets. I
bought an éclair and moved to sit on the nearby bench. Rob stopped his bike
a few feet away in front of a couple of other boys and half stood, half sat
on his bike. My ice cream began to melt quickly, whether from the sun or my
rising sexual tension I'm not sure. One of the boys had dark brown hair
with light colored eyes, a fantastic deep tan, broad shoulders tapering to
a narrow waist, flat stomach, dark brown nipples and a nice bulge in his
shorts. The other boy was another blond, very cute, a rippled four-pack,
tall, and long, with slightly hairy legs. Robbie stretched his arms above
his head and twisted first one way, then the other. I enjoyed his narrow
golden line of pit hairs on either side as he turned. Again, I had the
distinct feeling he was showing off for me. As my ice cream disintegrated
into my mouth I knew what he was doing was working for me.

I decided two could play this game so I took off my tee shirt and sat
back. I couldn't hear them, but the brunette hottie mouthed something like
"wow". Both Robbie and the other boy turned and looked in my direction. I
did my own stretching, giving them a classic view of my muscular ebony
body. A quick look around revealed that a number of other kids were
checking me out, and some of the adults too. I was beginning to get excited
from the attention. Almost too late I realized that getting an erection was
not the thing to do here in this beach community. With my huge cock, I had
almost no chance of hiding it once I got chubbed. Half in desperation, half
in inspiration I quickly kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks, threw
the remaining ice cream stick into the nearby trash can and ran down the
short pier to execute a flawless dive into the water. OK maybe it wasn't
flawless, especially with my rapidly hardening dick bobbing a bit as I
ran. Once safely in the water I pulled up and walked back toward the pier
to stand in the water up to my chest. I had started a tidal wave of
fun. Teens, little kids and a couple of adults took turns jumping off the
pier as I had. Suddenly I had in a smorgasbord of hot flesh, water
trickling off smooth bodies, shorts clinging tightly to buns and
bulges. Gawd do I love the sight of teen boys on a hot summer day. Rob was
right in the middle of it. He joined in as I came out of the water and
rejoined the line now growing at the pier as quickly as it had for the ice
cream truck. Remember those white board shorts he was wearing? He
cannonballed into the water and frolicked about, not seeming in a hurry to
get out. I wondered if he was having the same body over mid experience I
was. After I had made another jump and moved toward the stairs he swam to
the nearby stairs just before me. As he started to climb out of the water
the shorts were almost transparent. He glanced at me over his shoulder. I
couldn't think what to do as I felt my erection threatening to
resume. Think brain - who were to presidents of the 20th century in order?
Now he was right in front of me in the line. Damn that's a sweet ass. I
managed to maintain just enough control until Robbie mad his jump and I had
chance to get back in the water. I copied Robbie's cannonball, but stayed
in this time. Even then I knew that the clear water wouldn't hide my
massive tool once I got fully erect.  How many pounds in a ton? How many
yards in a mile? How many feet?

I probably looked like I was having a stroke as I stared into space, trying
hard not to watch the Rob and the other hotties so my cock would shrink to
it's normal heavy hung state. I knew I needed to get moving once I was back
to "normal". I finally climbed out of the water and went back to the bench
to retrieve my shirt, shoes and socks. As I started to leave I looked back
and saw Robbie openly watching me. His hand fell to his crotch as I walked
away.


I didn't have a towel with me, but once I got further down the beach the
sun was quickly drying my skin. I stopped briefly to put my shoes and socks
back on, then jogged back to my condo, leaving my shirt off. I knew I had
to bust a big nut after that little show. I put my key into the door of my
condo when I heard the squeal of rubber behind me. It was Rob, still
shirtless and breathing quickly, his wet blond hair still plastered to his
head. He must have ridden here as fast as he could after I left the beach.

"Hi, handsome. Pretty hot, eh?"

"You are." I don't think Rob meant to play on words. His face was
completely open and honest. Plus all the blood clearly had drained from his
brain into the huge tent he was now sporting in the still wet board shorts.

"Can I please go in... with you, I mean... inside your place... with my
bike, please? I told my friends I wanted ride around." Yeah right, like I
could even think of keeping this teen angel locked out with that huge
boner. Of course, I didn't say that.  Instead I placed my hand on the knob
(the DOOR knob you horny pervs, hehe) finished opening the door and held it
for him.

"Please, go right ahead."

He squeezed his body and his bike past me into the living room. I had a
quick whiff of teen sweat, hormones, salt water and who knows what. My eyes
were glued to the front of his shorts pointing parallel to the bike bar,
then his awesome ass with the tightly stretched wet material clinging
almost invisibly to his cheeks. I was grateful to be home since there was
no stopping my full erection now. This sexy young teen was in my home, and
better yet, it was his idea and he was totally turned on by it. Heck, we
both were. This was going to be sooo good. I hit a special switch next to
the door that frosted the windows making them translucent, but keeping
curious eyes from seeing what was going on inside.

Rob set the bike on its kickstand and turned to face me. Suddenly, he
didn't seem to know what to do. He just stared at me. His cute face went
several shades of red and he stammered in a rush of words.

"Umm, I hope you're not mad or anything... I just... I saw you... and you
looked so hot... and I couldn't think of anything else... and when you got
in the water... and I got hard..." Rob suddenly appeared to remember that
his dick was threatening to tear a hole through his shorts and his hands
made a futile attempt to cover his tent.

"I'm cool with it, really." His beautiful green eyes drew me in as I walked
toward him, taking his hands in mine and pulling them onto my own distended
shorts. "I did tell you to come over anytime, didn't I?" Robbie was
speechless as his hands closed around my massive cloth-covered tool. I
wrapped one hand around his tent pole and reached the other around to clasp
one firm, sweet ass cheek. OMG, this kid was a treasure. His cock was one
of the hardest erections I've ever had the pleasure to feel. His ass was no
less perfect. It was a wonder I didn't blow my load right then and there. I
wanted to kiss him, but you can never tell if a teen boy is ready for
something so "gay". I needed to make this last so he would keep cumming
back for more. If not a kiss, I still wanted to taste the ambrosia of his
youth. I dipped my head to lick and nuzzle the side of his long
neck. Robbie let out a loud gasp as we groped each other. He surprised me
by latching onto one of my nipples like a suckling baby. Oh my, this kid is
primed for sexucation 2.0. The salty taste of his skin gave me an idea of
how to prolong this session. "We need to wash off this salt water. Then we
can really enjoy each other", I whispered in his ear.

Robbie was reluctant to break our contact, but I saw the look of lust and
trust in his eyes. Now that he was here, he was going to let me call the
shots from start to finish. "Sneakers come off here by the door", I said as
I toed off my own. Robbie followed my example, although we somehow had
managed to hang onto each other's throbbing tents. I got a mental image of
the two of us trying to walk up the stairs without letting go. Maybe we
could if we walked sideways like a crab. However, as the adult I knew I had
to make all of this work for him as easily as possible, especially to make
sure I get all the goodies I wanted, hehe. I let go of his tent so we could
walk side by side with him still groping my dick and my hand still groping
his ass. Somehow I was able to steer him up the stairs by my grip on his
cheek. I don't know why, but that told me his ass was going to respond to
my every wish. That thought in turn made me harder and I could feel Robbie
squeezing me tighter in response.

At top of the stairs he let me shift him toward my open bedroom
doors. Robbie stopped just inside the room. His mouth opened silently as he
took in the large king size four-poster bed. Little did he know I had a few
tricks specially installed in that bed, but that was for my more
experienced, and kinky, boys. Across from the bed was a gas-powered
fireplace with a 60" LCD HDTV over the mantle. To the left of the bed was a
small sitting area with a leather love seat and a leather wing back chairs
flanking a coffee table (more surprises there too) on the way to the French
doors that led to the Juliet balcony. To the right was a curved glass block
wall that separated the bathroom from the bedroom. It was actually the back
wall of the shower. The effect was stunning, and certainly like nothing
young Robbie was used to. I turned to him and said in my most reassuring
voice, "Welcome to my playhouse."


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Note to readers: Sorry it's taken so long to post the second part, but I'm
still new at this, so I will post part 3 asap and get right to the naughty
bits. Thanks for your patience, and keep edging as long as you can. ;)