Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2006 13:44:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dillon's Summer Visit (12)

Dillon's Summer Visit (12)
By
Storyguy22


   The image of Dillon jacking his sweet little cock in the open window
kept playing in my mind as I worked through my chores of house cleaning,
and laundry. He was a pistol, no doubt about it, and I eagerly looked
forward to my next opportunity to play with him.

   Finished inside, I went out to the back yard, and hosed down the entire
pool deck, and patio, then got out the equipment to vacuum the pool
itself. I skimmed a few leaves off the surface, and ran the filter
backwash, then, checked the chemical levels. As I was standing on the
diving board and working the vac head over the bottom of the deep end, the
side gate swung open, and Dillon came scampering into the back yard. He
looked delicious, as always, his blond hair shining in the bright sunlight,
and his sweet smile wide on his nearly pretty face.

"Hey Rob....what's up....aww darn....I bet I have to wait for you to finish
before I can swim, huh?" he complained.

   I chuckled, both at his tone, and at the giant tee shirt he was
wearing. It had to have been one of Carl's I thought, as the shoulders of
the thing hung nearly to his elbows, and the tail of it nearly covered his
knobby knees. I nodded my head in response to his question, and answered,

"As a matter of fact, yes, you do need to let me finish this before you go
and churn the water all up....it won't take long, so just relax, and I'll
hurry it up, Ok?"

   He nodded, and wandered over to one of the chaise lounges, and bent down
to grab at the long tail of tee shirt at his knees. He hoisted the whole
thing up, and over his head, and I damn near stumbled off the diving board,
and into the water, when I saw what he had on, or almost had on, under the
baggy tee shirt. It was, for all intent and purpose, a thong
style.... Something... strongly resembling nothing more than a jock, only
with much thinner straps than any jock I had ever seen. The whole garment
consisted of nothing more than a micro-thin strap circling his slender
waist, with another equally as micro little strap joined to the back of the
waist strap, and traveling down inside the tight little cleft of his pretty
ass, actually pretty much wedged inside the cleft, until it joined the tiny
swatch of material that covered his treasures, and ended between his legs,
just behind his ball sac. The front of the thing was a tiny pouch, with
barely enough material to contain his boyhood, and it was bulging nicely,
straining with the effort to accomplish just that, barely. I whistled, a
serious cat-call, and shook my head, once more completely awed by the boy's
seemingly endless supply of skimpy little swim wear, and by how utterly
sexy he looked wearing it all. He giggled at my reaction, and struck a sexy
little pose, his arms above his head, and his knees almost touching. He
executed one of his sexy little pirouettes, and I damn near drooled at
seeing his luscious little ass mounds so saucily displayed. My cock
immediately stretched to its full potential as I relished his youthful
beauty, and I felt my shorts distend at the crotch. He completed his turn,
and grinned up at me, and asked,

  "So...you like this one...?" and he turned once more, causing my cock to
ooze inside my shorts.

   "It's alright, I suppose." I answered, and his jaw dropped slightly, as
his blond eyebrows shot upwards, and he said, incredulous,

  "ALRIGHT......that's it?"

   I laughed, and shook my head, then, responded,

  "Dillon....Dillon....baby.....you know damn well it's way more than
alright....silly....you look incredible....delicious....as always!" I croaked,
my hand involuntarily moving to adjust my swollen cock.

   He grinned prettily again, and moved to stretch his lithe little body
out on the lounge chair, his legs splaying widely to present his plump
little package in a totally sexy way, as he settled back on the pad.

   "Delicious, hmm.......well.....that's much better than just alright." he
said, and he moved his hand to his smooth chest, lightly stroking his
fingers across the silky skin, and flicking at his small nipples a little.

    It was maybe one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen, this
slender, and so incredibly smooth boy reclined on the lounge, with his
swollen package so prominent, as he slowly stroked the golden tan skin of
his perfect chest. I shuddered, my vacuuming chore totally forgotten, as I
stepped off the diving board, and lay the pool vac aside. I walked over to
him, and sat down on the edge of his lounge, my hand dropping to his creamy
smooth thigh, and lightly stroking the flawless skin. He watched me, as my
fingers slid upward on his thigh, then, poked gently at his balls where
they lay stuffed inside the tiny pouch. I fingered his balls for a minute,
then, moved my hand higher, and captured his firm boyhood in my fingers,
and moved up and down its rapidly expanding length a few times, as he
produced a small groaning noise, and lifted his hips slightly.

   "What's Grandpa up to, Dillon,?" I asked him, still working his now very
erect treasure in my fingers.

   "He's watching Dr. Phil on TV, or, he was....prolly he's sleeping by
now....he always naps when that show is on, even though he always says how
much he likes Dr. Phil." He answered, and I felt comfortable that there was
pretty much a zero chance that Carl would be making any surprise
appearances.

   As I toyed with his erection, I located the small patch of Velcro at the
side of the small pouch that held the whole thing, such as it was,
together, and I slid my finger under it, lifting upward, so that the seal
let go with that strange Velcro sound. Dillon giggled, as the tiny pouch
that strived to hold his treasures parted, and lay off to one side, and his
sculpted erection exploded into view. I groaned, an automatic response at
seeing his beautiful boyhood fully exposed, so very hard, and pulsing, in
the sunlight. It truly was a beautiful penis, so well shaped, and smooth as
polished glass, with the darker red helmet of the head topping the virtual
masterpiece. His balls seemed perfectly matched to the penis, tight, and
plump, as the smooth sac bulged between his thighs. I let my eyes wander
over all of him, as I shuddered once more at his abject beauty, and his
incredible sexiness. He looked so young, and so pretty, and I just wanted
to devour him where he lay, to somehow posses every bit of him, and never
let him get away. He reached down to his hips, and grasped the scrap of
cloth, lifting his small hips, and tugged it free, then, dropped it to the
deck. He stretched his trim little body, his rigid boyhood pointing at me
temptingly, and I instantly surrendered to the desire that flooded me, as I
leaned down, and slid his entire boyhood into my hungry mouth. He gasped
once, then, settled back, and I felt his fingers lace into my hair. I moved
over him, sucking his silken hardness, and my senses filled with the
flavors, and sweet scents of the boy. I took him deep, and savored the
sensation of his spongy cock head hitting my throat, and I toyed with his
plump balls, as I withdrew a bit, and stabbed my tongue tip into his tiny
slit. He panted, uttering small sounds of delight, as I continued to suck
him, and moved my finger behind his tight ball sac to probe his firm
perineum. He groaned even louder as I touched the sensitive spot, and I dug
deeper, moving inside his warm, moist cleft, then, deeper still, until my
finger pressed into his tiny pucker. He lifted his hips, helping me, and I
swallowed his hard stalk again, and pushed my finger through his gripping
ring, and up into his buttery softness.

   Dillon was issuing a cadence of small mewing sounds, and moving his hips
to meet my probing finger, as I drooled over his rampant cock, tasting his
acrid discharge on my tongue. My own cock ached in my shorts, and I felt
the wetness spreading, as my precum oozed freely, and I knew I wanted all
of him, everything, and more. I pulled back from his leaking boyhood, and
worked my finger in and out of his tightness, prodding over his small
gland, and eliciting more moans of pleasure from him. I sucked his small
scrotum into my mouth, and pressed my finger firmly against his hard
prostate, and he all but purred, mumbling my name, and rolling his tiny
butt against my finger. I released his firm balls from my mouth, and looked
up at him, relishing the look of pure pleasure that painted his pretty
face. His eyes were tightly closed, and a thin shimmer of sweat covered his
forehead, as I strummed over his sensitive little gland, and I spoke to
him, very softly,

   "Dillon....baby....I really want to...oh baby...!" I croaked, my voice
sounding distant, and strange.

   His eyes popped open, and fixed on my own, and he nodded, his blond head
bobbing up and down rapidly, and he squeaked,

   "Yea....me too.....I want you.....to do.....that....again...!"

   My heart was hammering so hard that it played as a roaring in my ears,
as I dropped to my knees beside the lounge, and slid my hands under his
slender trunk, rolling him over onto his tummy. His beautiful ass was right
there, scant inches from my hungry gaze, and I leaned closer, running my
tongue all over the perfect twin globes of his pretty ass, then, slid it
inside his warm cleft, and lapped at the firm ridges of his tender
entrance. He groaned, and slid his knees slightly forward, and under him,
lifting his pretty ass higher, and opening his legs wider. I licked the
snug pucker, and pulled back, my fingers spreading the firm melons, as I
savored the sight of his small, pink wrinkle. I shuddered, and once more
swiped my tongue over that sweet little pucker, as my fingers tugged at his
hanging scrotum from behind. He was groaning, and wiggling his pert little
butt back onto my probing tongue, and I pulled away, my hands tearing at my
own shorts, and dragging them down my legs. Naked, my rampant cock swaying
like a battering ram before me, I reached over to grab the baby oil bottle
off the table. I ripped off the cap, and upended the bottle, squirting a
huge dollop of the slick, and sweet smelling oil onto Dillon's upturned
little hole, as he squealed from the sudden wetness, and coolness. I
quickly squirted the stuff onto my throbbing cock, and gripped it,
spreading the slippery stuff over my length, then, maneuvered in behind the
boy, lining my drooling cock head up with his winking pucker.

   I gripped the shaft in my fingers, and pressed the thick head against
his hole, and pushed, so that the head of my cock disappeared inside
him. He groaned loudly, and scooted forward a bit, instinctively moving
away from my prodding cock. He stopped then, and I leaned into him, my
hands gripping his slender hips, as I flexed, and fed him another inch of
my acing cock. I paused, one hand moving to his rampant boyhood, and
stroking it, as I flexed my hips once more, and moved another inch, or so,
inside his creamy depths.

   "Oh god....Dillon.....baby.....so damn good....tight....hot....aww, damn!" I
grunted, gritting my teeth to keep from boiling over into his butter soft
tunnel.

   "Ungg.....oh.....jeez.....big....aagg....!" he muttered.

   "Easy baby....just relax....be soft....relax....easy....here....we.....go...!" I
groaned.

   I sucked in a deep breath, my nerve endings on fire with the incredible
flood of sensation that washed over me, and I moved forward, steadily, and
slowly, until my entire length was imbedded in his gripping sheath, and my
pubes mashed against his pert little upturned butt.

   "Unnng......oh wow....oh, oh, oh.....yea...!" he hissed beneath me.

   "Oh Dillon....Jesus....your so....damn....sweet....!" I groaned.

   I paused there, my cock feeling like it had found its way into a warm,
wet, vise, and my balls threatening to explode any second. My entire being
was one big sensation of pleasure, alive, and singing, and an electrical
surge coursed through me, as I slowly withdrew from his silky sheath until
only the throbbing head of my cock remained inside him. I worked my fist
over his turgid cock, feeling it ooze its leaking wetness over my fingers,
and I groaned, as Dillon flexed his anal muscles, clamping his rectum
tighter onto my cock. I groaned, and moved back into him, steadily sinking
back into him until he once more had it all. I repeated the action a few
more times, and, as I bottomed out inside him again, his rigid boyhood
jumped in my grip, and erupted, his creamy discharge spewing over the
lounge pad beneath him, as he emitted a series of small grunts.

   I held still, waiting for his orgasm to pass, then, withdrew again, only
to slide right back into him. In and out I moved, finding a rhythm, as I
fucked him, my cock eagerly plowing his tender tunnel, until my balls could
wait no longer, and they suddenly pulled up, and exploded, sending wave,
after wave of my scalding cum into the boy in rapid volleys. It seemed to
go on forever, as I drove in and out of his tight grip, my balls draining
until nothing was left to produce, and it finally ended. Spent, and gasping
for breath, I sagged forward onto Dillon, and we both sprawled face down
onto the lounge, still connected, and sweating, and puffing. We stayed that
way for several minutes, and eventually my cock wilted, and slipped out of
his stretched entrance, and I rolled to the side, trying to get my weight
off the boy. I crawled onto my side next to him, and slid my arm around
him, tugging his slender body backward against me, so that his pretty butt
spooned against my very wet groin. I held him there, and nibbled his small
ear, and kissed, and licked his neck. He shuddered against me, then,
sighed, and went slack. I licked his ear again, and whispered, "You Ok,
baby?" He wiggled his cute butt against my battered cock, and replied,
"Yup.....good....awesome, even!" I nuzzled my face into his sweet smelling
hair, and chuckled softly, saying, "That, you are, little dude.....awesome,
indeed!"

(To Be Continued)
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