Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2006 13:54:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dillon"s Summer Visit (10)

   Dillon and I hit the nearby supermarket, and I quickly filled out the
shopping list, tossing all the items into the cart that Dillon was herding
along behind me. Once finished shopping, we endured the checkout, and
loaded the bags into my car trunk, and climbed aboard. As I exited the
parking lot, I headed up Westshore Dr, and, as we drove past a sign reading
"Public Beach," and an arrow pointing toward the ocean, Dillon asked if we
could maybe stop at the beach for a while. He said he had been missing the
beach, and the ocean, and the feeling of being barefoot in the warm
sand. Figuring that there really wasn't much of anything perishable in the
groceries, I told him sure, and we took the turn, heading toward the beach.

   I pulled into the huge public parking lot, and noted no more than maybe
fifteen or so other vehicles, and it occurred to me that this represented a
huge difference from the weekend crowds I usually encountered here. We
parked, and Dillon quickly removed his shoes, and socks, as did I, and we
left the car, walking onto the soft, warm sand of the long, white sand
beach. I figured it was close to high tide, given the narrowness of the
strip of sand that ran for about two miles before abutting a steep cliff,
bringing beach strollers to an abrupt halt. I had walked this particular
beach a number of times, and always enjoyed its natural beauty, and it's
more gentle than average surf.

    Dillon and I made our way to the spot where the breaking waves rolled
up onto the sand in the form of white foam, a million tiny bubbles all
breaking at once, and driving the soft sand between our bare toes. It was
actually quite warm here in the bright sun, so we peeled off our shirts,
and tucked them into the waist of our shorts as we walked parallel to the
gently rolling surf, and alternated between dry, and wet sand, as we made
our way toward the distant bluff. There were a few people scattered about
here and there, and a few young kids with their buckets and shovels playing
at the waters edge, but the further down the sand strip we walked, the
fewer beach users we encountered, until we were actually pretty much alone.
Dillon was clearly in his home element, as he picked up small pieces of
driftwood, and the occasional flat rock, side arming them into the nearly
flat surf, and skipping them across the surface, while I quietly admired
his slender beauty, and the creamy smoothness of his tanned skin. We got
all the way to the bluff at the end of the beach, and decided to take a
break before starting back. I settled down onto the sand, my back propped
against a fairly high dune, and stretched out my legs in front of me.
Dillon tossed a few more stones into the rolling waves, then, plopped down
next to me, and snuggled against my side with his blond head resting on my
chest. He splayed his slender legs out, and his smooth leg came to rest
against my own, and I reveled in the smooth softness of his young skin. He
worked his leg against mine, and giggled sweetly, making remarks about the
hairiness of my leg compared to his own. I chuckled with him, and shifted
slightly, so that I could move my hand to his upper thigh, and slowly run
my fingers over his creamy soft skin. "You will probably get hairy legs
someday, Babe." I told him, "But, I really like yours just the way they are
right now." He grinned, and scooted a little lower, so that my fingers now
grazed the material of is shorts, just below his plump little ball sac. He
made a funny little noise, and slid lower still, so that my palm actually
rested squarely on his crotch. I glanced around, and realized that in order
for us to be seen in this spot behind the dune, someone would actually need
to walk over the dune, and there wasn't a soul in sight. Sensing that
Dillon was openly inviting me to explore his rampant treasures right here
on this sunlit beach, I closed my hand, and wrapped my fingers around the
whole of his rapidly firming package. He giggled, and humped upward against
my groping hand, and I felt his boyhood inflate, and swell rock hard inside
my grip.

   "Oh man, that is, like, so cool!" he chirped, and I slid my fingers up
and down his shaft a few times, and laughed softly, telling him what a
horny little dude he was, which generated a quick nod of agreement. I
played with his turgid penis a bit more, then, used my free hand to tug him
closer, and change the angle a bit. I took one more glance around to ensure
our privacy was still there, then, shifted my hand, and slid it inside his
small shorts. He groaned softly, and I worked my hand under his underwear,
and enclosed his pulsing erection in my fingers. His satin smooth skin was
warm to the touch, and I gently slid the soft skin of his penis back and
forth over the rigid tissue beneath. He shuddered against me, and I felt my
own cock grow to rock hardness, and poke against the front of my shorts.
This event was apparently not lost on Dillon, as he moved his arm, and slid
his small hand onto my tented lap, and firmly gripped my erection with his
delicate fingers. I did some groaning of my own then, and opened my legs
slightly, giving him better access to grope my aching cock. It looked so
damn hot, seeing his slim and delicate fingers gripping the outline of my
hard cock, as he worked it up and down. With another quick look around, I
moved my hand to the zipper of my shorts, and tugged it down, and popped
open the snap above it. Dillon giggled, and quickly dug his fingers onto my
open fly, and freed my rock hard cock to the warm sunshine. "Oh wow...
jeez...!" he muttered, his pretty blue eyes going wider, as he again closed
his slender fist around my granite hard shaft.

   I moaned again, the sensation of his soft touch sending shock waves
through me, and I struggled briefly with his small shorts, before wiggling
them down over his pretty little butt, and below his knees. He kicked his
slim legs, and the shorts dropped off his feet, as I repeated my efforts in
getting his small briefs off him as well. He giggled, still working the
length of my cock in his hand, as his own boyhood sprang free of
restriction, and pointed proudly at the blue sky above. I practically
drooled as I stared at his sculpted boy cock, so smooth, and pink, and
perfect, as it throbbed off his sparsely haired groin, the mushroom cap
gleaming in the bright sun. I ran my fingers over his soft tummy, and
trailed them down through the small growth of silky pubic hairs below,
then, wrapped my fist around his rigid nail, stroking it, as he shuddered
against me. I worked the silky flesh several times, and watched the tiny
slit at the center of the perfectly cut head open, and close with my
movements, and I groaned again, when a tiny pearl of his precum emerged
from the small slit.

   I moved the flat side of my thumb across the satin smooth head of his
cock, and spread the slick fluid over the sensitive head, as he groaned
deep in his throat, and picked up the pace of his stroking me. I let my
finger tip trail down the length of his boyhood, and lower, to probe at his
plump sac, reveling in the feel of his ample orbs moving within the silky
scrotum. I cupped the whole pouch in my palm, and tugged lightly on his
balls, then, released them, and moved my finger deeper, going behind the
firm sac, and pressed it into his perineum, putting external pressure on
his little prostate, as he groaned again, and moved his fist faster on my
own leaking erection. I wasn't going to last long, I knew, as the touch,
and the sight, of his small hand on my cock was incredible, sending wave
after wave of pleasure through me.

   Our hot little tabloid continued another few minute, with increasing
noise, and precum, from both of us, and as much as I wanted to hold off
forever, I lost it, as Dillon suddenly shifted, and dropped his blond head
to my lap, and I felt his soft, lush lips close over the drooling head of
my aching cock. "Oh shit, Buddy...oh man...gonna...blow!" I yelped, and he
jerked his blond head back slightly, just as my cock exploded, and released
several rapid ropes of my thick cum, each jet splattering over his pretty
face, and lips, and coating his soft blond hair. It seemed like I was
cumming forever, my jets of semen continuing to paint the boys soft face
with the thick slime, and he stayed right there, his small fist pumping my
belching manhood, until I was totally drained. I sagged back against the
warm sand, huffing and puffing, and looked at Dillon, a huge grin painting
onto my face, as I gazed at the cutie. God, he looked so damn hot, his
pretty face flushed, and glowing with excitement, and several long drizzles
of my spooge trailing down his pink cheeks, and dripping onto his smooth
chest. His forehead was streaked with the stuff as well, and I saw some
matting in his soft, blond hair, and I decided then, and there, that I had
rarely seen any sight sexier that this. I shook my head slowly, and reached
out to swipe at the mess with my fingers, as Dillon grinned at me proudly,
and said, "Wow, Rob.....jeezo....you shoot stuff like a fire hose!"  I
laughed, and swabbed some more of the warm goo off his cheek, and nodded in
agreement.


   My breathing recovered somewhat, I leaned my head back onto the warm
sand, and tugged at Dillon, guiding him, until he settled his sweet, naked
butt onto my chest with his turgid boyhood swaying in my face. I gripped
it, and tugged it closer, until I had it where I could slide the rigid
beauty into my mouth, and suck it, as he slowly moved his hips back and
forth, his creamy little ass rubbing against the skin of my chest, as his
delicious boyhood moved in and out of my hungry mouth. We soon found a
rhythm, and I had stopped worrying about some beach bum walking up on us,
as I savored the flow of Dillon's nutty tasting precum painting my tongue.
I moved my hands to cup the small bubbles that were his creamy ass, and
worked my mouth on his rigid stick, until he squealed loudly, and thrust
strongly into my mouth, and released his boy butter into my eager mouth in
rapid jets. His first salvo blasted straight into my throat, and I gulped
in reflex, as the following pellets of warm cream flooded my mouth, and lit
off my taste buds. He finished then, and slowly moved backward, as I let
his wilting boyhood slip from my lips. I savored the warmth, and thickness
of his discharge, swilling it within my mouth a few times, then, swallowed
it, as I focused on the acrid aftertaste, Dillon dropping his head onto my
shoulder. "Oh man, yea....awesome!" he panted, and I hugged his slender
body to me, saying, "Awesome, indeed, little man....awesome, indeed!"

(To be Continued)
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