Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2006 14:31:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dillon's Summer Visit (11)

Dillon's Summer Visit (11)
By
Storyguy22


   Realizing suddenly that we had been quite a long time, leaving Carl on
his own after just being released from the hospital, Dillon and I got
ourselves together, and walked back down the beach to the car, and headed
for home. He cuddled close by on the car seat as we drove, and we took the
opportunity to get in some covert groping of each others crotches, giggling
at the distinct possibilities of being observed my some of the big rig
trucks we passed on the highway. Nearing Carl's house, we let things cool,
so that his prominent little boner, and my even more prominent one, could
relax before we had to face Carl.

   Dillon helped me unload the bags from the car, and together, we stored
the stuff in cupboards, and the refrigerator, then, settled into the living
room to chat, and catch Carl up on events during his absence, well, not all
events, obviously. As the traditional cocktail hour rolled around, I felt
immediately better about Carl's condition, when he insisted I make him his
usual evening libation. We followed our normal routine, and spent the next
hour sipping our two drinks each, as Dillon participated with his choice of
non-adult beverage, served over ice, in the same type glass that Carl and I
used. He seemed very proud of himself as he shared the traditional adult
time with us, and he once again impressed me with his range of subject
knowledge for one of his tender years. Hell, I decided, even if he never
uttered a word, I'd be happy to just sit here and drink in his boyish
beauty, and abject sweetness. The only improvement that I could have
offered would have been to have him gloriously naked, with that pretty
little boy nail pointed due North as we sat there chatting.

   Not wanting to push Carl too far his first day home, as we finished our
drinks, I slid a frozen lasagna into the oven for their dinner entree, and
tossed a salad, which I put into the fridge. Dillon allowed that he could
handle the french bread, and the serving and cleanup, so I took my leave to
go home. Dillon walked to the front porch with me, and, once outside, I
dropped to one knee, and again groped his taut little package, as he
giggled sweetly, and promised to come swimming in the morning. As I crossed
Carl's property, and onto my own, I thought to myself that it was going to
be a long evening, and night.

   I woke to a sunlit bedroom, and rolled over, looking at the clock on the
nightstand, and saw that it was nearly eight o'clock. I stretched, blinking
the good nights rest from my eyes, then, tossed back the sheet, and rolled
out of bed. I walked naked to the kitchen, and got some coffee started,
then, wandered back to the bathroom to shower, and all the rest. Finished,
I pulled on some fresh gym shorts, and went back in search of that fresh
pot of coffee, and some juice. I wandered through the house, and outside,
looking around the driveway for the morning newspaper, finally spotting it
on the strip of gravel between my house and Carl's. I headed that way,
thinking that I really did need to speak to Cory, my young paper boy, when
he came around to collect, and try once more to encourage the little cutie
to make an effort to land the paper somewhere in the general vicinity of MY
house, not the neighbors. The chat had never accomplished much in the past,
but what the hell, I decided, just having the cute little twelve year old
stand there and blush as I scolded him was well worth the effort.

   I retrieved the errant newspaper, and turned back toward the house, when
I thought I heard something, not sure just what, and turned back to look
over at Carl's house. Movement caught my eye, and I looked up at the second
floor window of Carl's house, and smiled, as I spotted Dillon madly waving
at me through the open window, and trying to make some weird sort of
whistle sound, without actually making much noise. I waved up at him,
letting my eyes drift over his slender little body, and I felt my cock
twinge, when I focused on yet another pair of the tiny little briefs that
he wore. He grinned, and waved again, then, stretched his nearly nude
frame, and clasped his small hands above his blond head. He executed a slow
turn then, a full 360, and I hungrily stared at his lithe young body. The
tiny briefs were obviously skin tight, and they clung to the shapely little
melons of his ass perfectly, and were wedged into his snug little cleft
equally as perfectly. As he completed his turn around, my eyes dwelled on
the delicious bulge at his crotch, and drank in the creamy skin of his
tanned upper thighs. Grinning, I made a big show of adjusting my swollen
cock inside my shorts, and wiggling my eyebrows at him in as sinister a way
as I could muster. He giggled sweetly, then, dropped his arms, and moved
his delicate fingers to the elastic of the tiny briefs. I watched,
incredulous, as the boy quickly slid the small garment down, freeing his
very erect boyhood, and the grape sized balls below. He preened in the
center of the open window, stifling a peal of giggles, as I drooled,
reveling in the glory of his youthful nakedness, and wanting in the worst
way to charge up there, and ravish his youthful beauty in several
despicable ways.

   Dillon giggled again at my reaction to his little show and tell, then,
reached down, and closed his small fist around his rigid penis, rapidly
stroking the fully aroused member back and forth, as his other hand roamed
over his satin smooth chest, and fingered his tiny nipples. I was aghast,
and instantly turned on to the max, hardly believing his boldness, and
utter brashness, as he deftly masturbated his pretty boy nail, almost
taunting me, as I stood there, jaw agape, at the edge of my driveway. I was
sure he was able to detect my massive hardon where it poked solidly at the
front of my shorts, and he increased his rapid stroking of his cock,
obviously fully intending to climax for my viewing pleasure. I stood rock
still on the spot, my eyes not even blinking, as I stared with avid rapture
at the totally erotic sight of a slim and naked thirteen year old boy
jacking off in front of me. I felt my cock ooze precum, wetting the front
of my shorts, and I actually believed I might cum, untouched, so incredibly
hot was the sight before me.

   Dillon continued his quick paced stroking, and thrust his small hips
forward, his stiff boy nail poking directly out from his near hairless
groin, and I saw his eyes clamp shut, and his teeth bare in a tight
grimace, as his turgid little penis erupted, spewing his cum pellets in
small jets that propelled through the open window in front of him. It was
unbelievably hot, so utterly erotic, and almost obscene, that I nearly came
myself as I watched his orgasm end, and he released his rapidly wilting
boyhood. He grinned down at me, and wiggle his little hips, then, spun
quickly around, bending at the waist, and reached back to part the firm
little globes of his pretty ass. My eyes bored in on his tiny pink pucker
as it popped into clear view for a few seconds, and I shuddered, the sudden
memory of my raging erection parting those twin bubbles, and fully spearing
that tender wrinkle suddenly flashing before me. I shuddered, sure in the
knowledge that if I so much as grazed against my rampant cock, I would
eject a huge load into my shorts, and blinked rapidly at the now vacant
window. He was gone, just like that, and I stood there, throbbing hard, and
wondering if I had imagined the whole scene. I shook my head, clearing the
confusion, and turned, rapidly heading back inside to immediately perform
my own version of Dillon's impromptu show, sadly, sans audience.

   It was nothing more than a brief pause in my morning, the whole session
of my frantic masturbation not lasting more than maybe three minutes, so
damned hot had the boys little window show left me, and within minutes of
blowing a load so intense I actually scanned the resulting discharge for
evidence of the toenails that I was sure had blown out the end of my
ravaged cock when I unloaded with more intensity than I could ever recall
experiencing from solo masturbation. That boy was simply amazing, I
thought, and more so each day, and, as I got on with fixing some breakfast,
I began making mental plans for my relocation to Australia in the near
future. Just kidding, but damn, he is going to leave a huge, empty place in
my life when the time comes for his departure!

(To Be Continued)
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