Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2006 14:25:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dillon"s Summer Visit (1)

   This is a work of fiction, slowly cooked, over medium heat, in the
somewhat demented mind of storyguy22. All standard disclaimers apply, and,
comments and/or feedback are always appreciated. If man/boy sexual activity
is not your particular bent, then you probably won't care for this story.
If the subject falls within your realm of interest, then read, and enjoy!

Dillon's Summer Visit
(1)

   High on my list of favorite perks that stem from being a writer is that
most of my work is done from home. With the exception of research work, and
the occasional meeting with my publishers, I am not required to venture too
far from the comforts of home. Another advantage that had stemmed from all
the home time was that I had gotten quite friendly with my closest
neighbor, who was a retired gentleman in his late sixties. He was a widower
of several years now, and he and I had gotten into the habit of sharing the
evening cocktail hour on most week nights at one house, or the other. He
had enjoyed a successful career as a business executive, and had many an
interesting experience to tell about, and I enjoyed them all immensely. I
also took care of some of the more strenuous maintenance tasks around his
place, which he very much appreciated, and that, too, drew us closer as
friends.

   It was during one of our cocktail chats that he informed me that his
nearly fourteen year old Grandson was coming to spend a good part of the
upcoming summer with him. His daughter had married an Australian fellow
some years back when she was in the military, and her family spent much of
their year down under, or traveling, in pursuit of his varied business
interests. Carl was both eager, and somewhat hesitant, about the boys
visit. Eager, of course, because his opportunities to spend time with the
boy had always been limited, and he enjoyed his company, but hesitant,
because he was concerned about finding enough activities to entertain a
teen boy over a long summer visit. Carl's age, and various physical
limitations were also cause for his concern, in that he was on full time
oxygen, and his forages away from home were limited in time, and
distance. As we discussed the various options, I tried to reassure Carl
that it would be fine, he did, after all, have a spiffy new computer that I
was sure would delight the boy, and the big screen TV, complete with the
endless supply of DVD's that he owned. I further reassured him by
committing to extend an open invitation for the boy to swim in my backyard
pool and spa, unlimited access to my PS2 video games, and to transport him
to any local sights that he might be interested in seeing. There was even a
minor league baseball team in town that I was a big fan of, and I assured
Carl that his Grandson was welcome to join me anytime I attended one of the
games. As our cocktail hour came to a close, and I headed for home, I was
sure that Carl was feeling more relaxed about the upcoming visit.

   A couple of weeks passed, and we were again gathered around Carl's wet
bar enjoying an evening libation. He announced that his Grandson, Dillon,
would be arriving two days hence, and wondered if I might join him in the
trip to pick him up at the airport. I accepted, and began to feel some
excitement of my own regarding the boy's visit. To say that I am a closeted
boy lover would almost border on understatement, though no one who knows me
would ever believe it, even if I admitted it. There was a fairly common
perception that I was a gay man, which was greatly enhanced by the total
lack of female companionship in my life, but neither did I flaunt my
gayness, and it was rare that I had any male friends to my home. I kept
that part of my life well contained, and only rarely indulged my sexual
desires in a social kind of way. When an adult man harbors a sexual
attraction for young boys, given the rather severe legal repercussions that
are likely to result, he is far better served to keep it under control, and
limit his forays to fantasy, on-line skulking, and covert
boy-watching. That had become my practice, and the outlet was provided by
some frenzied masturbation, and the frequent concocting of the erotic
fantasy stories that I wrote on the subject. Someone once advised me that
to be successful, one needs to work at doing whatever one loves. As a
writer of inter-generational gay erotica, I had definitely found my nitch,
it seemed.

   The big day at last arrived, and Carl and I set out for the airport, a
distance of some fifty miles. We arrived, and parked the car, then, made
our way to the international terminal. We checked the status board, and
Dillon's gate assignment, and walked out the concourse. The plane had just
landed, and there was a large crowd gathered at the gate, which we
joined. The jet way door swung open, and a long line of deplaning
passengers began streaming through. After about half a plane load
disembarked, Carl suddenly lit up excitedly, and began calling Dillon's
name. I followed his gaze, and my heart did a small flip in my chest, as I
spotted a young teen boy raising his hand in greeting. He was, in a word,
stunning. I guessed his height at around 5' 8," consisting of a lean build,
possibly in the 120 pound range, and the cutely spiked hair was shockingly
blond. His wide smile was heart-stopping, and his even, snow white teeth
gleamed brightly. He was very tan, and wore a brightly colored Hawaiian
shirt atop Kaki cargo shorts. His legs were toned, and a toasted
marshmallow shade, apparently hairless, and ended in some brand new looking
white tennis shoes, and those cute half socks.

   He maneuvered through the throng of people, and almost skipped up to
Carl, throwing his arms around his neck in a big hug. They chattered busily
for a minute or two, and I seized the opportunity to perv the boy more
closely. He was drop-dead cute, and appeared quite happy, and relaxed, in
spite of an eighteen plus hour flight. The damn shorts were entirely too
baggy to allow any hint of his hidden treasures, but, I decided, it would
be a long summer, and I took solace in thoughts of him making good use of
my swimming pool, and spa. All in good time, I chided myself, and pushed
the sinister thoughts from my mind. Carl turned, and introduced us, and my
heart lurched again, as I held his soft, almost delicate, hand in my
own. He fixed me with a dazzling smile, and his melodic voice filled my
senses, as he said, "I'm happy to meet you, Rob.....Grandpa told me all
about your awesome pool in his emails." God, cute as a button, sexy as all
hell, and, an Aussi accent!! Be still my heart! I chuckled, nodding my
head, as I held his soft hand a beat too long before releasing
it. "Welcome, Dillon," I replied, "and my pool will welcome you, as well,
and I'm sure that it will be happier for some consistent use for a change!"
He giggled sweetly, and for the first time I noticed the startling blue of
his eyes, the clear, dark blue of the ocean on a cloudless day. Stunning, I
repeated to myself, absolutely stunning!

   We made our way through Customs, then, adjourned to the baggage claim
area, and retrieved Dillon's luggage. In the process of hefting his bags
from the carrousel, Dillon executed several bend-and-reach maneuvers,
affording some very nice views of what was definitely a very cute little
bubble butt, and I seized each opportunity to avail myself of the tempting
sight. With all of the pieces assembled, we made our way to the parking
garage, and loaded the luggage in the trunk. As we headed for home, I was
at the wheel, with Carl up front, and Dillon in the back seat, gabbing
excitedly in that sexy little accent of his. I tweaked the rear view mirror
in such a way to be able to sneak frequent glimpses of the cutie, and felt
myself warm to the prospects of spending a good deal of time with him over
the course of the visit with Granddad.

   We arrived back at Carl's in the early afternoon, and entered a stifling
warm house. Carl is both security conscious, and frugal, in the extreme,
and when away from home, he never leaves a window cracked, or the air
conditioner running. He turned on the air, in deference to Dillon's
complaints about the hot house, and I chuckled to myself, thinking that
this co-habitation just might require a few early adjustments. Carl showed
Dillon the bedroom he would be using, and the boy and I made a couple of
trips between there, and the car, schlepping his bags inside. As we
completed the last leg, I hefted his garment bag onto the bed, then turned,
and froze, dead in my tracks. Dillon had, at some point, peeled off the
Aloha shirt, and was now standing there shirtless, his arms raised, as he
attended to his blond hairdo in the dresser mirror. His torso was a golden
tan, matching his smooth arms, and I noted with delight that he appeared
hairless, save for an almost invisible trail of light down that dipped from
below his tiny navel into the shorts. His underarms were also free of hair,
and the skin there appeared so soft, and creamy, that it occurred to me to
lick him there, to savor the taste of that satin smooth skin, and delight
at the sounds of the boyish giggles it would likely inspire. I briefly
imagined what boyish giggles with an Aussie accent might sound like, and
decided that it would sound delightful, just delightful.

   He finished primping, and turned to face me, his dazzling smile lighting
up the room. My eyes dropped to his smooth chest, and focused on the dime
sized nipples that dotted there, then flicked over his soft, flat tummy. I
forced my gaze to meet his incredible blue eyes, and he chuckled softly,
and asked, "What...?" I snapped myself out of my perving mode, and felt my
face flush warmly as I realized that the boy had busted me, big time, and
apparently found my slightly flustered state amusing. I managed a smile,
and replied, "Nothing...I...uh...was admiring your tan...you must spend a lot
of time in the sun back home." He added wattage to the grin, and nodded his
blond head, saying, "Oh yea, for sure, I practically live on the beach when
school is out." I tried, and failed, to not give his creamy torso another
once over, as I muttered, "Cool, and I know Australia has some incredible
beaches." He did the soft little chuckle again, and replied, "Uh huh, for
sure."

   The unseen sparks flew between us another minute or so, and I swear I
could actually smell the boy scents of him, as my mind filled with thoughts
of how I wanted to touch that baby soft skin, and run my hands over his
trim, lithe body. He nearly took my breath away then, as he extended his
arms above his head, and went into a powerful stretching of his toned upper
body, saying sweetly, "Man, that is, like, a really long ride on an
airplane." I stared directly at his flat tummy, my eyes boring in on the
small, concave navel, and nodded my head, as I replied with a very lame,
and distracted, "Yup." He relaxed then, the dazzling, and slightly smug,
smile still on his cute face, and said, "I can't wait to check out your
pool, Rob." I nodded lamely, and heard Carl calling to us, asking if anyone
wanted some iced tea. Dillon lit up at that invitation, and responded,
calling to Carl that iced tea sounded great. The brief spell broken, we
returned to the living room, and joined Carl.

   We sat around chatting, sipping the iced tea that Carl had provided, and
I was having increasing trouble keeping myself from openly perving the
shirtless cutie right in front of his Grandfather. I wasn't really sure why
this boy was pressing all of my buttons, but that he was, no question about
it. My cock had been half hard since I had first seen him at the airport,
and my mind kept processing the details of all of the things I wanted to be
doing with him, and to him, no matter how hard I tried to concentrate on
the conversation we were having. This was new ground for me, and fraught
with potential danger if I was misreading the subtle interest that Dillon
had been signaling. When I say it was new ground, I mean it in the sense
that while I had spent many a day perving young boys in a variety of
situations, spinning my little fantasies as I watched them at play at the
park, or shopping at the mall, etc, this situation differed in that the boy
was right here next to me, and providing heavy input to all of my
senses. Visually, he was a jerk off dream come to life, so cute, and sexy,
as he happily displayed a large portion of his lithe body, and olfactory,
as the fresh, pure boy aroma of him wafted around me. To add to the many
temptations, as the conversation lingered on, I became acutely aware of his
easy manner, and very pleasing personality. He was obviously bright, and
displayed a maturity beyond his years, as he easily managed a conversation
with two adults. I decided that I needed a break from his commanding
presence in order to regain some measure of a grip on my urges, so I said
my goodbyes, and beat a retreat to home. Yea, I know, all the way next
door.

   The afternoon passed, and evening fell, so I put together some food for
a light supper, and ate it seated at the island in my kitchen. Try as I
might, I had been unable to quash my thoughts about Dillon, and even though
several hours had passed since I had returned home, he was very much on my
mind. The thoughts of him had me in a serious state of hornyness, so I
cleaned up the kitchen, and went into my office to write. I actually
surprised myself, when I quickly, and almost effortlessly, snapped out a
fairly long story based on my lurid thoughts. Young Dillon, it seemed, had
provided incentive to my demented mind, and the thought-to-keyboard process
just seemed to flow. I idly wondered, given his close proximity over the
coming weeks, if I might actually be induced to produce the erotica version
of War and Peace. I sighed, then, shut down the computer, and moved onto my
bedroom, to take matters in hand, as it were.

   I woke refreshed, having fallen into a sound sleep after relieving the
pent up pressures of the previous day. I moved through my morning routine,
then, guzzled a pot of coffee, and some breakfast. I went back to the
office, and reviewed my literary efforts of the previous evening, and,
satisfied, posted it to my publisher. Reading the piece had served to
reawaken my thoughts of Dillon, and wondered what he and Carl were up to
today. As if telepathic, the thought no sooner crossed my mind, when the
telephone rang. I answered, and exchanged the usual pleasantries with
Carl. He was calling, he said, to see when it would be convenient for him
to allow Dillon to come over, and use the pool. He had been clamoring about
little else, it seemed, since he had gotten up. I felt a zing of
anticipation hit my balls, as I let myself decide that the boy probably
slept in boxers, or briefs, and had actually been parading around Carl's
place since arising wearing nothing more than that. Well, I decided, I may
have missed out on that, but hey, boxers and swim trunks were pretty much
the same idea, so I did my best to act cool, as I urged Carl to send the
boy anytime, I would be at home all day.

   Not more than thirty minutes later, my door chime sounded, and I hurried
to respond, knowing it would be Dillon, hopefully sans Carl. And, oh it
was, in spades! There he stood, this delicious thirteen year old boy, his
spiky blond locks all freshly gelled, standing in small little peaks on his
head. His dazzling smile was firmly in place, and, be still my pounding
heart; all that covered his boyish treasures was a very tiny, bright red,
pair of Speedos! When I say covered, I should qualify it with "barely," as
the small garment was so micro in size as to be nearly non-existent. I was
unable to control the urge to focus on the tightly packed crotch of the
Speedo, and so I did, blatantly. As I stood there staring, and slack jawed,
I was trying to decide if Dillon was better than average endowed for his
tender age, or, if it was simply a matter of supply, and demand, the shiny
material being barely big enough to contain much of anything, or both. He
giggled sweetly, then, preened, turning his lithe body in a slow 360 degree
circle, while my jaw dropped further still. "G'day mate!" he chirped in his
darling accent, "I hope this Speedo is ok.....it's what we all wear, back
home." I blinked, and gulped, nodding my head rapidly, as I stammered, "Oh
Dillon, yes, definitely Ok....more than OK, even!" He giggled again, then
asked sweetly, "So, um, Rob....can I, like, come in, then?" I blinked some
more, suddenly feeling a bit foolish, and stepped back, indicating for him
to enter with a sweep of my hand, as my mind silently added the phrase,
"Said the spider, to the fly."

   Dillon swept past me, and I quickly followed, nearly drooling, as I
focused on his pert little bubble butt, so perfectly framed by the skimpy
red number. The snug material hugged his perfect melons, and dipped into
the mysterious cleft that divided the small globes of his ass, and I wanted
to just reach out my hands, and test my theory that each tight cheek would
indeed consist of a perfect handful. He skidded to a stop as he reached the
French doors that led from the living room to the backyard, and gazed upon
the shimmering pool beyond. His small, graceful hands crossed in front of
him, and he clasped them together excitedly, as he turned to me, all
smiles, and squeaked, "That is, like, so awesome, Rob....what a freeking
awesome pool!" I laughed, and thanked him, then swung open the double doors
with a flourish, and said, "It's all yours, young sir, so enjoy!" He
grinned widely, once more melting my heart, and at the same time charging
my dick with burgeoning desire. He turned then, and almost trotted out to
the edge of the pool, that incredible butt wiggling saucily in the micro
Speedo.

   He extended one perfectly shaped leg, and dipped his small foot into the
water, testing it's temperature, then looked over his smooth shoulder, to
give me one more flash of smile, and jumped straight into the water. He
executed an under water kick off from the pool wall, and his trim body
knifed effortlessly through the water until he surfaced on the far side,
his blond locks now stringing across his tanned forehead. He hit me with
the grin once more, and chirped, "Awesome....this so rocks!" I smiled, and
settled into a chair to watch this amazing boy add more ambiance to my pool
than it had ever previously known. He swam several laps, deftly cutting
through the shimmering water like a small baby seal, and executed several
flawless, and heart-stopping dives from the spring board. Flawless, due to
his obvious skill, and heart-stopping, due to the clinging wet Speedo. I
could have watched him forever, but eventually he tired, and climbed out of
the pool, ascending the steps at the shallow end. My eyes were glued to the
front of the Speedo, where the soaked material outlined the form of his
cock, and ball sac, perfectly, and I subtly draped a towel over my
seriously tented lap, as he walked over to me. He stood directly in front
of me, and offered his delicate hand in a hi-five, and I slapped his palm
with mine, saying, "Wow, little dude, you are quite the fish!" He grinned,
nodding his blond head, and replied, "That's `cause I really love the
water, and, this is a really awesome pool!"

   He moved to my right a little, and stretched out on the padded lounge
chair there, arranging his smooth body toward the sun. He folded his hands
behind his head, and the sunlight flashed on his creamy underarms, and I
once more felt the urge to lean over, and lick his buttery soft skin in
that most tender of places. His pretty blue eyes closed, and I seized the
opportunity to drink in his abject beauty, thereby answering every single
question, or doubt, that I had ever had regarding exactly why it was that I
so loved young boys. What exactly, I asked myself, was there NOT to love?
My hungry gaze came to rest on the tiny Speedo, and the barely hidden
treasures that reclined within, and I made a pact with myself then, and
there, to find some way to explore those delicate treasures in all of their
abundant glory, and in exceedingly great detail.

   My erection was so complete that it actually hurt, a dull ache along the
throbbing shaft, and a decided tightness in my balls. I checked to see that
Dillon still had his eyes closed, fearing that sight of my reckless
protrusion might freak him, then, stood, and started toward the house. With
my back safely toward him, I called out, asking if he wanted a soda, or
something else cold to drink. His sweet, accented voice drifted across the
patio to me, as he replied in the affirmative, and I went inside, heading
toward the kitchen, as I groped my extremely stiff cock, and aching
balls. I put ice into two plastic glasses, and added some soda, then dug
out some crackers, and chips. I piled the goodies on a tray, and carried it
back outside, setting it onto the umbrella table there. Like teens the
world over, Dillon got quickly to his feet, and scampered over to the
table, quickly attacking the snacks and soda, while I quietly feasted my
eyes on the soft lump in the Speedo. My God, I thought, he is just
delicious, perfect really, and I so longed to touch him, to taste him, to
do all in my power to make that lean, smooth body sing with absolute
pleasure. But, the situation was definitely delicate, and one that would
require great stealth, and care, to prevent Carl from gaining any hint of
my desires, and ultimate intentions concerning this delicate
creature. Time, I decided, was my ally in the gentle persuasion of seducing
this sweet young boy, and fortunately, we had plenty of that to look
forward to.

   Dillon returned to his lounge, and assumed a sitting position most
commonly referred to as "Indian Style," his coltish legs bent inward, with
the soles of his small feet all but touching. This stretched the tiny
Speedo material to the max, and I all but audibly groaned, as I focused on
the clear definition of his boy parts so openly discernable at his
crotch. The stretchy cloth clearly displayed the firm pouch of nuggets that
were somewhat scrunched between his smooth thighs, and the plumb shaped
head of his young cock was so clearly defined that I had no doubt the boy
was circumcised. I felt my saliva flood my mouth, as I clearly imagined
myself capturing that succulent morsel between my lips, and sucking it,
while his squeals of pleasure filled my ears. The taut swatch of shiny
material crept inward, revealing a narrow slash of snow white skin where
his legs joined his trunk, and my mind quickly conjured up a vision of him
naked, the toasted marshmallow tone of his lithe body highlighted by the
contrasting whiteness of his normally protected crotch, and cute little
butt. My eyes drifted over his slim body, and I noted the beginnings of
some muscular development, particularly in his upper arms, and shoulders,
but still very boyish through the smooth chest, and tummy. I smiled, my
gaze coming to rest on the tiny little roll of remaining baby fat that
creased his smooth flat tummy just above the strained waist of the
Speedo. He giggled sweetly at that point, drawing my attention, and my gaze
shifted from his middle, to meet his grinning, blue-eyed face. My mind
raced, trying to offer some appropriate comment to reduce the awkwardness
of the moment, but Dillon supplied a far more succinct remark than I could
ever have coined, when he matter-of-factly stated, "You sorta like looking
at me, huh rob?"

   I wasn't actually sure that I'd heard correctly, but my heart rate
suddenly doubled anyway, and I'm sure that my chin was probably near to
touching my chest, as my mouth dropped open in utter shock. Dillon watched
my reaction, his sweet young face all smiles, and delight, at my
befuddlement, and he giggled that sweet little sound again, and added,
"It's cool, really, I sorta like that you like doing it, too." I gulped,
and felt my eyes blink rapidly several times, and I muttered, weakly, "Well
Dillon, um, sure I like looking at you....I mean.....well....you are a very
cute boy, after all." He widened his grin, and replied, "Yea, I guess
so....whatever...and I'm pretty much used to some older dudes checking me all
out, cause it, like, happens a lot back home, like when I'm at the beach,
especially." I nodded dumbly, still totally stunned with his abject
frankness, and responded, saying meekly, "I'm sure that's the case,
particularly if that Speedo is what you wear at the beach." He giggled
again, nodding his so-blond head, and said, "Yea, dudes really like
checking me out in my Speedo's, for sure, and that's cool too, cause it
gets me all horny, big time." Now, you would think, logically, that a man
who word smiths for a living would be a tad more glib than average, but, I
found myself at a total loss for any type of reply to that pronouncement,
so I just stood there, nodding my head, and, I'm sure, looking utterly
stupid. Dillon giggled again, very obviously enjoying himself, then,
climbed off the lounge, and stood right in front of me. He grinned up at
me, then, lifted his arms, and entwined his delicate fingers above his
head, and executed the sexiest 360 degree turn that I have ever been
privileged to witness, before walking to the pool edge, where he executed a
very sweet wiggle of that perfect boy butt, and jumped into the water. I
realized that I was practically drooling onto the pool deck, so I managed
to clamp my gapping mouth shut, and beat a hasty retreat into the house.

   My cock was like a hot steel poker, straining against the front of my
shorts, and I could actually feel the wetness from the flow of precum that
my balls were rapidly producing, and I hurried into my master bath, closing
the door behind me. I tore open the fly of the shorts, and pushed them down
my thighs, freeing my rampant cock. I grabbed the throbbing shaft in my
fist, and pumped its length quickly, as clear visions of Dillon's lithe,
smooth body swam in front of my eyes, and exploded, pumping several strong
jets of cum into the sink in front of me. I was actually trembling, my body
shaking like a leaf in a high wind, and I leaned forward, placing my palms
flat on the counter top. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and
groaned, seeing the crimson flush on my cheeks, and the expression of pure
lust that looked back at me from the mirror. What the fuck just happened, I
wondered, incredulous at my behavior, and at the incredible remarks that
the boy had just made. "Older dudes" looking at his sexy young body made
him horny, did it.....well, I decided, if that was the case, then young
Dillon was most definitely in for a very horny summer visit! As I cleaned
up my rather copious mess, and got myself together, I idly wondered just
what young master Dillon did to relieve that pent up horniness that
resulted from his being openly ogled.

   Recovered, and regrouped, I returned to the backyard, and took up a
position on one of the lounge chairs, where is spent the better part of the
next hour perving the boy, as he swam, and dove off the board, seemingly
totally comfortable with the fact that I, an adult man some twenty years
his senior was clearly watching him with pure lust in his heart. He finally
grew weary of the swimming, and joined me, pushing another lounge into
position next to mine. He stretched that creamy smooth body fully out on
the lounge, face down, and buried his cute face in his folded arms,
resting, and letting the warm sun add to his golden glow. I sat back
quietly, and bored laser burns from my eyes into the upturned cheeks of his
pretty ass, and licked my lips, as I intently stared at the sliver of pure
white skin at the edges of his thin Speedo. My cock grew tumescent once
more, as I imagined licking that butter-soft skin, and dipping my tongue
inside that snug little furrow between the creamy melons. I shuddered, my
hands tightly gripping the chair arms, to prevent myself from dong just
that. Eventually, Dillon rolled onto his back, and stretched, his hands
folding together above his head, and his slim hips lifting slightly off the
padded lounge. My eyes riveted to his crotch, where his clearly erect
boyhood pushed dangerously at the skimpy Speedo. He relaxed then, and
casually got to his feet, standing directly in front of me, with that
swollen appendage mere inches from my wide open eyes. He held his position
for a minute, nearly causing me to erupt into my shorts, then said, "I
better go, Grandpa told me to come home for lunch." I blinked several
times, totally unable to tear my eyes away from that delicious boy nail
that was so tantalizingly close, and just nodded my head stupidly. He did
that sweet little giggle again, clearly enjoying the affect he was having
on me, then added, "Is it OK if I come back again, later? I gulped,
managing finally to lift my gaze to meet those ocean-blue eyes, and again
dumbly nod, as I mumbled, "I'd be really sad if you didn't, Dillon." He
grinned widely, then, scampered off, his perfect little butt wiggling like
two little bear cubs trapped in a gunny sack. I got up, and followed my
aching cock into the house, where I suddenly decided that I needed a nap,
so I went to my bedroom, and stretched out on the bed, the vision of
Dillon's extended crotch abundantly clear in my mind.

   Dillon did, in fact, return a couple of hours later, still sporting the
incredibly hot little Speedo, and cavorted in the pool for another couple
of hours, as I continued to drool over his perfect little body, and
mentally fuck him within inches of his very life. Finally, he climbed out
of the pool, and swabbed at his flawless body with a towel as I sat
drooling. Finished, he quickly hooked his fingers into the leg band of the
Speedo, adjusting the taut material against his tight little butt cheeks,
giving me a blink-quick glimpse of the creamy skin of his little ass, then,
tossed the towel across his smooth shoulder, and said, "Thanks Rob, you're
pool is, like, totally awesome....oh, and Grandpa said for you to come over
for drinks, too, OK?" I winked at the cutie, at long last finding some
small degree of my usual glibness, and replied, "You are more than welcome,
Dillon, in fact, I can't think of a day I have enjoyed more, really, and,
tell Carl I will be over at 5:00." He grinned, nodding his blond head, and
walked off, me once more drilling dots onto those perfect globes of
boy-flesh.

   I went back inside, and once more succumbed to my extreme horniness,
jerking off my second load of the day, as lurid thoughts of Dillon swam
through my demented mind. As I lay there panting, with streaks of my cum
sprayed over my chest, and abdomen, I tried to remember the last time I had
been motivated, no, totally needed, to jerk off twice in a single
afternoon, and came up empty. This boy, Dillon, really had me going, and I
knew it was going to be a serious struggle to not let myself make some
effort to seduce him, and put myself at serious jeopardy by having my way
with his incredible young body. To worsen my dilemma, the boy had given off
several pretty clear indications that's he just might well be up for some
action himself, without having actually said it in so many words. I sighed,
realizing that this was serious business, the fine-line walking of reading
his interests, and desires, without pushing him further than he actually
might be willing to go, and causing him to inform his Grandfather of my
breach. I shook my head, and climbed into the shower, trying, and failing,
to push the boy from my thoughts. I dressed, and headed over to Carl's for
our regular cocktail hour, a totally different type of "cock-tail" on my
mind.

   The same pattern pretty much repeated itself over the ensuing few days,
Dillon showing up to swim around mid-morning, and returning later in the
afternoon. It seemed he had several of the sexy little Speedo's tucked into
his luggage, each one equally as sexy as the last, and I continued to enjoy
his little teases, as he cavorted his near-naked body around my back
yard. I had even joined him in the pool a couple of times, and availed
myself of the opportunity to grope him a stealth kind of way, as we
grab-assed, and wrestled around in the water. I loved hearing his
near-girlish squeals, and giggles, as I tossed his slim body about, and I
managed enough contact with his special places to be aware that the boy
experienced frequent, and strong, erections from the activity. Without
actually openly groping him, I had decided that his boyhood was certainly
more than ample for his tender age, and that his balls seemed to be fairly
descended, and loose within the snug, and plump scrotum that lurked behind
the sexy little Speedo's. I actually surprised myself with my
self-restraint about touching him, as God know I wanted to in the worst
way, and, his non-spoken encouragement, or at least his lack of resistance,
only added to the test of my will. The defining moment, wherein I very
nearly lost it totally, came when he had asked me to apply some oil to his
back, and the satin smooth skin of the backs of his legs. Finished, I had
lightly slapped the sweet bubble that was his delicious butt, and he
quickly rolled onto his back, presenting his fully erect boyhood to my
hungry gaze. As he landed on his back, he quickly dropped an arm across his
eyes, in what I'm sure was a subtle signal that he was fine with me perving
his barely clad erection, as it pressed strongly against the thin fabric of
the tiny Speedo. And perv it I did, totally, and, with a nearly
uncontrollable desire to lift away the tiny cloth, and expose his throbbing
boyhood, so that I might engulf its entirety in my drooling mouth, and
sample his creamy nectar. I stared at the steadily pulsing tool, so
intently I was amazed that the Speedo didn't burst into flame, or at least
melt, and I swear I could smell his boyish scents, as I leaned over to
within an inch or less of his treasures, and inhaled deeply. I so wanted to
lick his soft little tummy, and to move on from there, ultimately tasting
every inch of his tawny flesh, and any bodily fluids I might coax from
him. I actually shuddered, and audibly groaned, so intense was the feeling
of his nearness, and my hungry desire for the boy. He stirred slightly, no
doubt feeling my hot breath on his flawless skin, and lifted the arm from
his eyes, looking down at me with those piercing blue eyes. I froze in
place, scant millimeters from contact with his smooth body, and our eyes
locked. A slow, tiny smile turned up the corners of his lush mouth, and he
silently mouthed the words, "I dare you," as I read his lips. So very close
to caving in to the near overwhelming desire that enflamed me, I suddenly
recovered my senses, and bolted, quickly sitting up, then, standing, and
moving away from the boy. My erection was rock hard, and totally tented out
the front of my swim trunks, leaving absolutely no doubt as to my desire
for him, and for what very nearly transpired. Dillon watched me intently,
as I allowed myself one last, longing gaze over his perfect, and totally
smooth little body, before I quickly walked into the house. I watched him
from the window, as he lay there another minute, then, as he drew one hand
to his own tented crotch, giving that piece of boyhood perfection a fond
squeeze, before rolling sideways, and standing up. He glanced over toward
the house briefly, then, retrieved his towel, and walked toward the gate,
out of my line of sight. I retreated to the shower, once more feverishly
working my aching balls into eruption, as my molten load painted the wall
of my shower stall.

   I didn't see Dillon the next day, or the one after that. I knew that the
recent moment we had shared had been extremely intense, and so very nearly
crossed the line, that it had left me shaken deeply. I sensed that Dillon
was also troubled some by the event, which was probably why I hadn't seen
him, or Carl, either. The thing that bothered me, when considering it, was
that I had reached the conclusion that what most upset Dillon about it
seemed to be that it had NOT progressed from the edge of the precipice,
more than it bothered him that we had reached the precipice, at all. I
shook my head, still astonished at his seeming openness, and frankness,
given his tender years. I really wished that there was some way to toss us
both into a blender, so that I might gain a measure of his boldness, while
he might gain some degree of my conservatism. The degree of my deep desire
for him was without question, and if I could somehow sprinkle pixie dust
over his lithe little body, and make him instantly of age, I would have
done so in a heartbeat, then, happily devoured each and every inch of him
with pure carnal lust. His age, at just short of fourteen, was the only
thing holding my lust in check, and even that had been called into serious
question during our last outing. Maybe, I decided, a cool down period was
in order, but, damn it, I missed the little cutie, I missed him one hell of
a lot!

   It was mid-day of the third day that I hadn't seen, or heard from
Dillon, and I was pacing my kitchen, very near to caving in to the
temptation to just walk next door, and see what was going on with him, when
the phone rang. I picked up, and was instantly confronted with a very
excited Dillon on the other end. "Rob, oh man, could you, like, come over
here.....my Grandpa is sorta sick, and, like, he can't breathe so good!" I
was immediately alarmed, given Carl's oxygen dependency, and assured Dillon
that I was on my way. I hurried next door, and found Carl in his bed, very
definitely struggling for breath, with a very tense, and worried Dillon
sitting on the edge of the bed. "Carl, what's happening, Buddy?" I asked,
feeling his forehead, to get some sense of his temperature. He felt
feverish, for sure, and a light coating of sweat covered his face. "Might
be pneumonia." He gasped, and I heard the rattle of his congested lungs as
he attempted to suck in a breath. I told Dillon to go and get a cool wash
cloth, and told Carl that I really thought that I should call the
Paramedics, given the seriousness of his condition, and he nodded his head,
alarm growing in his expression. Dillon returned, and I placed the cool
cloth across Carl's forehead, and picked up the bedside phone, calling
911. While we waited for the emergency response, I sat on the edge of the
bed, and a worried Dillon clamored onto my lap, his arm around my neck, as
he worried about his Grandpa. I assured Carl that Dillon would be fine, and
that I would take him to my place for as long as it took for him to fully
recover. The medics arrived, followed shortly by an ambulance, and the
short diagnosis was indeed pneumonia, and the crews quickly loaded Carl
into the ambulance, and headed off to the local hospital. Dillon and I
followed in my car, and stayed at the hospital as the staff admitted Carl,
and got him stabilized, and shot him full of antibiotics. By the late
afternoon, his breathing had greatly improved, and his color had returned
pretty much to normal. The doctors told me that he would be fine in a
couple of days, once the massive antibiotics had time to work their magic
on his system. It had been a long, and stressful, afternoon, so Dillon and
I said our goodbyes to Carl, and left the hospital.

   Back in my car, Dillon slid across the seat, and threw his slim arms
around my neck, hugging me tightly, as he poured out his emotions. He
repeatedly thanked me for coming to his aid, and for handling Carl's
condition, and I held his trembling body, assuring him that his Grandpa
would be fine, and no doubt back home in just a day, or two. He finally
relaxed his hold on me, and sat back on the seat, his smooth cheeks
streaked with his tears. I pulled a couple of tissues from the box that I
kept in the car, and dabbed at his cheeks, drying the tears. "It's going to
be fine, Buddy, really, just try to relax, and not worry, OK?" I told him,
and he sniffed a couple of times, then, the corners of his lush mouth
turned upward in a weak smile. "I know, Rob, really, I just was pretty
scared, is all." I nodded, and replied, "I'm sure that you were, Dillon,
and so was I, but really, everything is fine now." He nodded, and sniffed
some more, his hand going up to wipe at his eyes. He blinked a few times,
and I again was taken by the incredible length, and curl, of his nearly
white eyelashes. He fixed those deep blue eyes on me, and the sweet smile
grew in width, and brightness, as he sucked in a deep breath, then let it
go. I winked at him, and said, "Good boy....now...I don't know about you,
but, I am seriously hungry!" Dillon nodded his head rapidly, and chirped,
"For sure.....me too!" I chuckled, and dropped my hand onto his thigh,
giving the supple flesh a small squeeze, then, started the car, and steered
out of the parking lot, suddenly feeling far more hungry than I had
realized.

   As we drove, Dillon stayed snuggled close beside me, and I reveled in
the sensation of his leg pressed against my own, and again dropped my hand
onto his firm thigh, kneading it gently. "What are you hungry for, Sport?"
I asked him, and he quickly responded, "Pizza...I didn't have any pizza for,
like, a really long time!" I chuckled, giving his thigh another squeeze,
and replied, "OK, Buddy, Pizza it is!" I drove to my favorite pizza joint,
a little hole in the wall named Frank's, and we parked, and went inside. I
was a fairly frequent patron of the place, though more on a take-out basis
than dine-in, and the owner greeted me warmly, quickly showing us to a
booth, and taking our food, and drink orders. We sipped our soda's, waiting
for the pizza, when my bladder suddenly reminded me that it had been a long
while since it had been relieved. I scooted out of the booth, telling
Dillon that I needed a trip to the men's room, and he quickly followed
suit, chirping, "Man, me too!" We entered the rest room, each of us
approaching one of the two urinals that were mounted on the wall, separated
by one of those modesty panels. As we attended to business, I couldn't
resist peering over the panel, and down, hoping to catch a glimpse of
Dillon's boyhood. Lecherous as the act was, I was non the less rewarded, as
Dillon's shorts were the pull-up style that had no fly front, necessitating
that he tug the entire front down, in order to free his boyhood for the
required action. I almost gasped out loud, when he calmly grasped the
elastic waist of the shorts, and pushed the whole thing down his thighs,
and his delicious little cock sprang into view. My God, it was beautiful, a
perfect specimen of sculpted boyhood. My view was partially blocked by his
tee shirt, which he held bunched up in his hands above his dangling
boyhood, but I quickly assessed it at maybe three inches, and thin, with a
perfect plumb shaped head that was a healthy pink tone. He stepped closer
to the fixture then, and I heard his flow splattering on the china, as he
took care of business, and blocked my view of his equipment. I hurried to
complete my own task, and quickly zipped up, stepping away from the urinal,
and turning toward the sink. As I stepped behind Dillon, I very nearly
gasped again, as my eyes dropped to his exposed little bubble butt. The
twin globes of taut flesh were high, and perfectly formed, each perfect
globe no more than a handful, and separated by the smooth cleft that hid
his special treasure. I shuddered, and resisted the temptation to drop to
my knees, and bury my face in those snow-white, and creamy mounds of young
boy flesh. Reluctantly, I managed to tear my hungry gaze away before he
turned around, and I moved over to the sink. I continued to perv his naked
butt in the mirror, until he suddenly turned sideways, again giving me a
brief flash of his cute little dick, as he wiggled back into the shorts,
and moved to the sink beside me. He grinned at me in the mirror, and I gave
him a small wink, then, turned toward the door, heading back to our table,
with the precious boy in tow.

   We virtually attacked the pizza as soon as it was placed on the table,
and made short order of it, as we slacked our voracious
appetites. Finished, and satisfied, I settled the bill, and we headed for
home. I stopped off at Carl's, and checked that the house was secured, as
Dillon gathered a few items of clothing to take to my place. I, of course,
reminded him to be sure and bring along some of the Speedo's, as I looked
forward to some pool fun tomorrow. We locked up Carl's place, and put my
car in the garage, then, went inside. I showed Dillon the spare bedroom,
and he went in there to stow his gear, while I silently wished that I had
no spare room, which would have given me an excuse to have him share my own
bed for the night. He stuck his head out of the door, and asked if we could
watch some television, and if it was all right for him to get into his
pajamas. I assured him that whatever he wanted was fine, and went into the
living room to turn on the TV. I settled onto the large sofa, and propped
my feet up on the coffee table, perusing the channel menu to see what was
worth watching.

   A few minute later, I sensed his presence in my peripheral vision, and
turned my head toward him. He was crossing the room toward me, and my heart
lurched inside my chest, as I felt my jaw drop. At first glance I actually
thought, just for a second, that he was naked. He was bare chested, and
wearing a very small, and loose fitting garment that resembled shorts, only
they appeared to be of a soft, flannel like material like pajama's. Sleep
shorts came to mind, although I'd never actually seen a pair before. As he
approached the sofa, it was clear that whatever the ensemble might be
called, Dillon was free-balling under it, and his stout little boyhood
swung saucily to and fro as he walked toward me. I felt my cock thicken in
my slacks, as he stopped directly in front of me, and did a 360 turn, as my
eyes drank in his incredible sexiness, and youthful beauty. The shorts were
somewhat baggy in the mid-thigh length legs, and clung loosely to his slim
waist, and his seemingly tumescent cock bulged temptingly at the fly, and I
had trouble dragging my eyes away from it, to look up at him. He smiled
coyly, and said, in that still boyish voice, "Is it ok to wear this....it's
actually pretty warm in here." I nodded dumbly, and mumbled some inane
thing about him looking very comfortable, and he giggled sweetly, as he
tumbled onto the sofa beside me. He picked up the TV remote, and began
clicking through the channels, as I sat there, nearly numb, willing my
hardon to wilt. Dillon found some show that interested him, and settle
back, forming his legs into a fold, the bare soles of his small feet nearly
touching. The loose material of the shorts gathered at his lap, thankfully,
or regrettably, concealing his turgid little cock. I gulped some air, and
tried to concentrate on the TV, as his sweet scent wafted over me.

   We sat quietly for a while, then, Dillon shifted around, and propped
some pillows behind his back, as he extended his smooth legs, and placed
his feet on my thighs, then, laid back. After a bit, he raised one leg,
bent at the knee, and the baggy leg of the shorts sagged below his thigh,
plainly revealing his plump little ball sac to me. I stared, feeling my
cock return to full erection, as I plainly perved the smooth pouch that
held his plump little balls. So pink, and smooth, with not a trace of hair
in sight anywhere, I swallowed the copious saliva that suddenly flooded my
mouth as I stared at his boy balls.  He shifted his position again, and
lowered his leg, sadly snatching away my clear view of his balls. He
stretched, and yawned, then, said he was really tired, and was going to
sleep. He stood up, and I watched his cock sway slightly under the loose
shorts, and he suddenly leaned into me, and kissed my cheek, "You were
awesome today, Rob, seriously, and thanks, really." He said, and, unable to
resist, I patted his cute little butt, saying, "I'm glad we were able to
handle it, Dillon, and don't lie awake worrying, cause Carl will be fine,
OK?" He nodded, then yawned again, and mumbled good night, as he went down
the hall to bed. I watched the tube a while longer, then secured the house,
and went off to my own bed. Once again acting like a horny teen in my own
rite, I worked my cock into a copious eruption, then, fell into a sound, if
somewhat sticky, sleep.