Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2006 09:54:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dillon's Summer Visit (13)

Dillon's Summer Visit (13)
By
Storyguy22


   As much as I tried to ignore it, there was a place inside my brain that
had always known that the dreaded day would arrive when it would be time
for Dillon to return home, and sadly, that day had arrived. I stood at the
kitchen window, sipping my morning coffee, and brooded over the fact that
the little guy would be aboard the four o'clock flight to Australia this
very afternoon, I dreaded the void his departure was going to leave in my
life.

   His visit had been my life's dream brought to reality, and I would miss
him terribly, and the incredible sexual adventure he had brought to my
life. I reflected on the wonder of our time together, and shook my head,
still in awe of the path our relationship had taken, and at his ability to
bring out that secret side of me that I had denied for so long. My mind
conjured up a clear image of him, and that first day he had shown up at my
door, his slender little body barely clothed in one of sexy little Speedo
swim suits that had never ceased to amaze, and inflame me. I shuddered,
recalling that first real opportunity for me to wantonly perv him, so very
nearly naked, as he struck a few saucy little poses to show off his tiny
Speedo, as he explained that they were the typical beach garb for boys back
home. I chuckled, remembering how I had instantly moved a visit to
Australia to the top of my "must do" vacation list, as I struggled to tear
my eyes away from the plump little bulges that the Speedo clung to so
nicely.

   I moved to the coffee maker, and refilled my cup, my mind still running
a sort of chronology of the wondrous events that had made up Dillon's
visit. Once more gazing out the window at the bright, sunny morning, I
recalled the first time I had actually touched him, and the memory of the
incredible smoothness of his skin caused my cock to stir in my shorts. The
sensation was as fresh as if it had been just moments ago, as I replayed
the horse play between us in the pool that day, and how I had wrestled, and
splashed around with the nearly naked boy, my hands gliding over his silky
smooth skin, as I tossed him around the pool, and tickled his boney
ribcage, his boyish squeals filling my ears. I clearly remembered my
lifting him up, so that his barely concealed boyhood had pressed against my
cheek, and confirmed my earlier suspicion that he was better than average
developed for his tender years. That confirmation was to become even more
clear, when later, he had asked me to apply suntan oil to his lithe body,
and the very pleasant task had gradually escalated to my slipping my hand
inside the tiny Speedo, and manipulating his rigid boyhood to an explosive
orgasm into the silky garment. I shuddered again, the memory of his granite
hard boyhood in my hand being so real, that I noticed I was actually
gripping my fist as I stood there at the window. I smiled, feeling my face
blush a little, as I recalled vividly the force of his youthful orgasm, and
his small grunts of pleasure, as his rigid little rod had pumped his creamy
wetness over my hand. I lifted my hand to my face, almost convinced I could
actually see, and smell, the evidence of his creamy discharge there, as I
had that incredible day.

   I blinked rapidly, forcing myself back to the present, and took a long
pull on the coffee, my hand reaching to adjust my erection to a more
tolerable position. Jesus, I thought, I'm as turned on just thinking about
Dillon as I was touching him that first time. I let my mind wander again,
remembering the second, less timid groping that occurred between the boy
and myself that had started in much the same way, but also escalated to a
slightly higher level. Dillon and I had again rough housed around in the
pool, with me exploring as much of his scantily clad body as possible, and
the sun oil application had followed again, only this time with both of us
nude, and hard as a pair of diamond cutters. I shuddered, as I closed my
eyes, and concentrated on the mental image I saw of his delicate fingers
tentatively reaching for my throbbing cock, and closing around the thick
shaft, as he began stroking me, awkwardly at first, and then quite deftly,
as he found a rhythm, and relaxed into his mission. I vividly recalled the
sensation of his small hand rubbing up and down my rigid cock, and I was
once more surprised at how rapidly I had succumbed to the incredible
sensations he was providing me, causing my nuts to boil in record time. I
squeezed my eyes tighter, the indelible image of him slowly, and steadily
moving his cute face closer and closer to my drooling cock, and the mere
thought of him actually sucking me was just too much to bear, and, just as
his lush little mouth had reached the head of my cock, it had exploded,
jetting my copious load of thick cum all over his pretty face, and even
sliming his blond hair. Oh shit, I thought, feeling my hard cock ooze
wetness into my tented shorts, he had looked so damn hot, down right nasty
even, with long ropes of my cum drizzling down his creamy cheeks, and
forehead. Fucking unbelievable, really, a sweet little thirteen year old
boy smiling at me, as his small, pink tongue slid out to lap at the streams
of semen that coated his glowing face. It was a picture I would cherish
always, and the pure nastiness of it had instantly refueled my ardor,
restoring me to a state of full horniness, as if the intense orgasm had not
even happened.

   Eager to return the favor Dillon had so deftly bestowed upon me, I had
quickly turned my attention to his sculpted boyhood, and the tender little
ball sac below, and in no time I had that rigid little beauty fully buried
inside my hungry mouth, as I played out every oral trick I could think of,
sucking him to a mind blowing orgasm of his own, as his creamy nectar
flooded into my mouth, and I was rewarded with his boyish sweetness for the
first time. In the process, I had even managed to sample his pretty little
pucker, and driven him wild with the long, and deep tongue lashing I had
applied to his pink little boy pussy, an act that had obviously surprised
him, and, at the same time, delighted him to the point that it opened the
door, so to speak, for ultimate delights that were soon to follow.

   God, I thought, once more adjusting my aching, and now very wet
erection, what an absolute gem the boy was, and how incredibly lucky I had
been to be Carl's neighbor, and friend, at exactly the right time. I
paused, swallowing more of the cooling coffee, and chuckled out loud, as I
recalled the silliness at the shopping mall, where Dillon had dragged me
inside the photo kiosk, and we had maneuvered through a series of extremely
nasty, and extremely hot, self-shot pictures, ending with several memorable
images of my once more sucking that perfect boyhood to orgasm, while the
machines shutter had happily clicked away, capturing the lurid event for
posterity. Those treasured images were now safely tucked away in my home
safe, and I knew they would provide me countless hours of happy
reminiscence in the years to come. I chuckled again, recalling the erotic
little fashion show he had provided for my viewing pleasure, both at the
store, and later, at home, when he had modeled the sexy undies I had bought
him, and I remembered how I had thoroughly enjoyed how the sexy little
garments enhanced his curvy little body, right up to the moment that I
stripped them off him, and once more ravaged his naked beauty to
completion.

   I shook my head in wonder once more, and considered the sum of the boy,
deciding that he was, indeed, a wonder. Cute to a fault, and the perfect,
lithe body was certainly to die for, with the flawless and creamy skin, the
sculpted boyhood and plump balls, and a wit, and personality to match the
rest. I chuckled again, as I recalled his latest antic of gleefully jerking
his pretty cock for my visual enjoyment as he stood above me in the open
bedroom window with his Grandfather just a floor below. I giggled,
remembering my slack-jawed expression, as I stood stone still in my
driveway, and watched his creamy cum pellets jet out of the open window,
while the boy giggled gleefully.  And, if all that weren't enough, he had
also allowed me the ultimate privilege of happily surrendering his boyhood
virginity to me, as I had eagerly fucked his incredible little boy pussy
several times, each occasion being an act of such great intensity that I
had all but passed out from sheer sensory overload. How, I wondered, was I
ever going to stand letting him exit my life, leaving god knows how much
time until his next visit to an aging Grandpa. I sighed, shaking myself
from my reverie, and idly wondered if the local Kinko's might have a
super-Xerox machine of some type that could run me off a copy of the little
hottie to keep for myself.

   Resisting a very powerful temptation to haul out my aching cock, and
relieve the intense pressure emanating from my aching balls, I tried to
push thoughts of Dillon from my brain, and set about cleaning up the
breakfast mess, as I mentally willed the boy to shake lose of Grandpa, and
find a way to be with me once more before we were compelled to say good
bye. Almost as if answer to my silent prayer, just as I snapped closed the
dishwasher door, the telephone rang, and I answered it to find Carl on the
other end.

   "Good morning, Rob," he began, "I was hoping I might ask yet another
favor?"

   "Hi Carl...sure, anything...you know that...what do you need?" I asked.

   "Well, I've decided to run into town, and pick up Dillon's plane tickets
at the travel agency, so we won't need to get to the airport so early, and
I wanted to have my car serviced while I'm in town, and Dillon is all but
begging to stay here, and perhaps impose on you, and your, "awesome," I
believe was his term, pool, one last time."

   I felt my heart lurch, and my cock, both at the same time, and I tried
desperately to not sound as excited as I instantly was, when I replied,

   "Absolutely, Carl, sure, Dillon is more than welcome to come over and
swim while you are gone, and, it is certainly not any kind of imposition,
you know I totally enjoy his company, and, it gives me a chance to tell him
a nicer good bye than at the airport." I answered, meaning every word of
it.


   "Well then, that's great, and I will send him along shortly, and thanks
Rob, for that last part, and, I know Dillon feels very much that way about
you, as well." He replied.

   Carl and I said good bye, and I quickly headed to my bedroom to change
into some swim trunks, then, decided at the last second to make this last
swim a memorable one, and skinned into a skimpy pair of Speedo's of my own,
as I struggled to stuff my half hard cock into the tiny garment,
anticipating the arrival of the fair Dillon. I started out to the backyard,
then, ever hopeful of my desired outcome of the late morning, and, at the
very least, to be ever prepared, I paused to slip a tube of K-Y under the
pillow on my bed. It was a throw back to my Boy Scout training, always
prepared, and, it fit too, because I was right now both of those things,
prepared, and, scouting a certain boy!

   I didn't wait long at poolside when the side gate slid open, and Dillon
bounded into the back yard, all smiles. My breath once again caught in my
throat as I watched him cross the patio, and walk up beside me. He is just
stunning, I thought, as I gazed hungrily at his slender body, so smooth,
and golden tanned, the soft glow of the tan being highlighted by the tiny,
yellow Speedo that clung so saucily to his loins, the satiny material
hugging the definition of his sculpted boyhood, and plump balls perfectly,
as always. The tiny swatch of yellow played perfectly off his golden hair,
and his snow white smile literally lit up the space of the yard, as he
skidded to a stop next to me, and slid his slender arms around my mid
section in a big hug. I held him close, and let my hands run over the
creamy skin of his back, and down, to cup the twin melons of his perfect
little ass. He thrust his firm little boyhood against my thigh, and wiggled
his little bubbles in my grip, turning his head to look up at me, and
saying,

   "I don't actually even care about swimming, Rob....really....I
just....um....well, like....want for us to do....everything, ok....cause I
gotta, like, go home today....and....well....I'm just, like, SO gonna miss
you...and....everything...!" he chirped excitedly, almost like one long word.

   I gazed down into those deep blue eyes, and felt my cock swell inside
the cramped Speedo, as I nodded, speechless at his little outburst. I bent
down slightly to slide my hands into his creamy smooth underarms, and
lifted his lithe body, as I turned toward the house, my nose buried into
this soft hair as I deeply inhaled his boyish scent, and finally managed to
reply,

   "Oh Dillon.....my sweet boy.....everything.....is exactly what I want
too....me.....and you....and...everything, baby....I promise.....and....right
now!" I mumbled, savoring the feel of his warm, soft skin on my own, as I
hurried through the house to my bedroom.

   Inside the bedroom, I kicked the door shut, and carried Dillon to the
bed, where I lay him on his back. I sat at the edge of the bed, and looked
into his soft eyes, and ran my fingers through the bangs of his soft hair
where it cascaded over his forehead. I smiled, and ran a fingertip over his
lush, full lips, mumbling how sweet, and pretty he was, and how I wanted to
keep him here, always and forever. He blinked at the tears that welled up
in his eyes, and nodded his very blond head on the pillow, mumbling that he
wanted that too, that he never wanted to go back home. The moment was so
tender that it hurt, actually, and I leaned down, pressing my mouth to his,
and kissed him with all of the tenderness I was feeling. He returned my
kiss, and I felt his tongue sliding over my lips, so I opened my mouth, and
felt his tongue instantly invade my mouth, dueling with my own tongue. I
let my hand roam over the smooth skin of his chest, and tease over his
small nipples, delighting in their instant stiffening under my
touch. Lifting my mouth from his, I lowered my head, and lapped at each
stiff point in turn, then, sucked each small nubbin, moving my head between
them, as Dillon groaned softly, and thrust his boyish chest upward,
offering his tender boy tits to my mouth, and tongue.

    My hand slid lower, caressing the soft, smooth skin of his tummy, then,
onto the snug Speedo, as I gripped his rigid nail in my fingers. I stroked
it, and continued sucking his puffy little nipples, then, moved my hand
lower, and cupped his plump balls. He groaned some more, his small hips
bucking slightly as he thrust his boyhood into my hand, and I felt his
slender hand move onto my thigh, and move into my crotch, his fingers
seeking my own throbbing erection. He found it, and closed his small fist
around my girth, gripping strongly, and muttering that we needed to be
naked, and hurry. I sat up, and gripped the waist of his Speedo, jerking it
down his slim legs in one quick tug, and dropped the tiny cloth to the
floor. His very erect penis slapped onto his groin, so hard, and smooth,
and beautiful, and I gasped at the stunning sight of him. I ran my palm
lightly over the smooth shaft, and fingered his ball sac, then stood, and
quickly stripped out of my own Speedo, shoving it to the floor, and
stepping free of it. Dillon's eyes went wide, as he gazed directly at my
throbbing erection where it swayed before me, rock hard, and pulsing with
excitement. He blinked a few times, and pushed his upper body up, bracing
himself on one hand. He stared at my cock, mere inches from his pretty
face, and he extended his other hand, slim fingers closing around the base
of my rampant cock. He groaned softly, and moved his head toward me, and
slid my acing thickness into his soft, wet mouth. I groaned, suddenly weak
in the knees, and slid my fingers into his soft hair, muttering his name
between gasps of choked air.

   He lunged at me, taking more of my cock into his throat than he was
ready for, and gagged, sliding his blond head back slightly, but gamely
staying with it, his soft mouth driving me crazy with his gentle sucking
movements. I reached down, and gripped his leaking boyhood, moving my
fingers over the velvet soft skin, and moving it up and down over the rock
hard tissue tube beneath, and he moaned softly around the thick shaft of my
cock as it slid in and out of his butter soft mouth. God, I could have
stayed right there forever, and more, so incredible was the sensation of
his mouth on my turgid erection, but I knew it would all end in minutes if
I did. I gripped his head in my hands, and slid back, my leaking cock
slipping from his lush lips. He glanced up at me, and I ran my fingertip
over his soft lips, and smiled, telling him how wonderful he had made me
feel, and how I wanted to taste him now. He settled back onto the pillow,
and I dropped onto the bed, positioning myself between his widely splayed
legs. I gripped his turgid boyhood, and lifted it off his smooth groin,
then, slid its entirety into my hungry mouth, and sucked it, reveling in
the freshness, and smoothness of the tasty rod. My fingers worked his
dangling balls, and I stabbed at his small slit with my tongue, then, I
spit out his cock, and moved to engulf his entire scrotum into my mouth. He
grunted, and slapped his palms on the mattress, as I gently sucked his
plump balls, pushing at the firm orbs with my tongue.

   Finally releasing his balls, I moved to again suck his drooling boyhood,
my taste buds savoring the taste of his flowing juices, and I slid my hand
between his open legs, my finger digging into his warm furrow, and finding
his wrinkled little pucker. I probed there, and ran my tongue over his
silky cock head, and pressed harder, until my finger penetrated his tight
little ring, and slid inside his velvet soft tunnel. He groaned, and balled
his hands into fists, still hammering at the mattress, as I found his small
gland, and stroked it with my finger, my mouth once more swallowing his
hardness to the hilt. He thrashed under me, groaning, and mumbling, as I
continued to strum his hard little gland in sync with my mouth urging his
tight little plumbs to surrender the creamy nectar that I longed for.

   "AGgggg......Unngg.......Ohhhhh......!" Dillon cooed loudly,
"Umm.....Akkkk.....I'm....!" he growled, and his sweet nail jerked strongly
inside my hungry mouth. I sucked him harder still, and grabbed at his balls
with my fingers, as I worked my index finger rapidly over his rock hard
gland, and he jerked strongly again, and thrust his slim body sharply
upward, and yelled out loud, as his rigid cock exploded, and ejected
several rapid bursts of his creamy batter onto my tongue. My mouth quickly
flooded with his spurting cum, and I savored the special taste, and texture
of it, before swallowing, and reveling in the sensation of it sliding down
my throat. He jetted repeatedly, and I gulped hungrily at each offering,
until he was spent, and he relaxed his tense muscles, settling back onto
the bed. I continued to suckle his wilting boyhood, my finger slipping out
of his tender hole, and moving to milk the soft shaft of his sweet cock, as
I tenderly tongued the sensitive head. I moved up then, leaning down to
kiss his tender lips, and he slid his tongue into my cum spattered mouth,
lapping eagerly at the remnants of his creamy discharge. I cuddled him, and
slid my hand under the pillow, retrieving the tube of lube I had placed
there. I opened it, and scooted around so that my raging cock was poking at
Dillon's side, and he saw what I was trying to do. He smiled, and grabbed
the gel from my hand, then, squeezed a large puddle into his hand. He
reached for my dripping cock, and worked the cool jelly from head to base,
very nearly causing me to lose it, so intense was his slippery touch. I
moved again, and lifted the backs of his smooth legs, rolling them onto his
chest, and rolling his beautiful little ass cheeks up, and open. I gazed
hungrily at his pink little pussy, and groaned, the sight of it alone
causing more precum to ooze from my dripping slit. I took the k-y from him,
and applied a large dollop to his winking little opening, then, moved to
align my rampant cock with the tiny oval. I slid the slick head across it a
few times, and pressed against the resistance there, and Dillon grabbed at
the sheet with his hands, mumbling for me to hurry, to go inside him, to
fuck him.

   Half crazy with lust, I tensed, and thrust strongly into him, my rock
hard cock sliding inside him in one long thrust, and I felt my balls slap
at his pretty ass. I paused, and Dillon groaned, then, clamped down on my
cock with his anal muscles. I withdrew part way, paused, and slid back
inside him once more, my cock rubbing over his sweet spot in the
process. In and out of him I went, my nerve endings screaming with
pleasure, and sensation, as I focused on the sensation of his tightness,
and heat, and the steady cadence of his young voice as he uttered a series
of small grunts. I was lost to it then, totally absorbed in the fucking of
this incredible boy, and his perfect little body, and I drilled him with
all that I had, as his hand gripped his own renewed hardon, and worked it
in rhythm with my fucking his sweet little boy pussy. Looking down on him
only heightened the intensity for me, as my gaze shifted between his sweet
face, so tense, with his eyes tightly closed, and the tiny furrows that
creased his bangs shaded forehead, and his delicate fist so feverishly
stroking his rigid boyhood. The sculpted head of his pretty cock shone
brightly with his drooling juices, and his taut little scrotum bounced
wildly between his thighs, as he pumped away at it, a continuous series of
small grunts, and squeals escaping his mouth. I slid in and out of his
tightly gripping pussy, and felt the tension rapidly building in my aching
balls, and I knew I was there, fully charged, and so ready to explode into
his silky warmth. I pressed fully inside him, and paused there, my balls
churning, and my shaft flexing strongly with my impending orgasm, and I
dropped my head, closing my mouth over his right nipple, and capturing it
in my teeth. He groaned loudly, and his boyhood erupted in his rapidly
moving fist, spewing his slippery discharge over his soft tummy in small
puddles. I nipped at his distended nipple once more, and withdrew my
spasming cock until only the drooling head remained inside him, paused,
then, drove fully back inside his slick warmth, and let it go, my pent up
load ejecting into his clinging tunnel with such force that I almost
blacked out from the sheer intensity of the orgasm.

   It seemed to go on forever, my cock buried to the hilt in Dillon's
snugness, as it continued to spit jet after jet of my cum, flooding his
tender rectum, so that it began to escape around the sides of my wilting
cock, and drizzle onto the tangled sheet beneath us. Finally, it was over,
and I was exhausted, gasping loudly as my lungs struggled to refill, and I
sagged to the side, collapsing onto the bed, and rolling over on my back,
bringing Dillon with me, so that we ended up with his trembling body lying
on top of me, as my spent cock slipped out of his well stretched hole with
an audible squishing noise. I could feel the slick wetness of his discharge
smear between out heaving bodies, and I gripped the sweet globes of his
pretty ass in my hands, kneading the taut flesh mounds, as his battered
pucker began to drool my copious load down onto my balls. I held him
tightly, and he nuzzled into the crook of my neck, his soft blond hair
under my chin, as the pure, fresh scents of him, and our combined juices,
filled my reeling senses. We lay there for some time, recovering, and at
the same time, clinging to the closeness of each other, both of us all too
aware that this was likely the final time we would have together this
way. Finally, as my concern over Carl's possible return began to grow, I
patted that pretty little ass, and told him we had better head for the
shower. He stirred, lifting his blond head from my chest, and his deep blue
eyes met mine. He nodded his agreement, then, moved slightly, and kissed
me, his mouth so soft, and warm against mine, and his little tongue invaded
my mouth briefly, before he pulled away, and looked once more into my
eyes. He smiled, and my heart suddenly hurt, painfully, as he said, very
softly, "Your awesome, Rob....really....awesome!"

   The shower lingered, each of us quiet, and slowly washing the others
body, the reluctance to accept the inevitable obvious between us, and we
finally surrender to it, stepping out of the shower, and toweling
off. Naked, we walked into the bedroom, and I located Dillon's little
Speedo, where it had ended up on the floor behind the bed, and handed it to
him. I pulled on a pair of shorts, and when I turned around, Dillon was
back in the tiny garment, which once more stirred the memory of the first
day I had seen him that way. It was a sight I would always remember, how
lithe, and smooth his slender body was, so incredibly sexy, yet boyish, at
the same time. The Speedo once more clung to his proud boyhood, and the
sculpted head of it was so clearly defined, as it pressed against the soft,
silky material, that I actually felt the stirring of a new erection as I
gazed longingly at his perfection. I sighed, shaking my head in wonder, and
took his hand, as we walked to the kitchen. I got some cold soda's from the
fridge, and sat down on a bar stool, as Dillon stood between my legs, and
we hugged once more, neither of us finding anything appropriate to say. I
inhaled the soft scent of his freshly washed hair, and ran my hands over
the smoothness of his back, and he shifted suddenly, turning, so that my
hand encountered his crotch. I chuckled, realizing that his boy nail was
once more erect, and poking strongly at the tiny Speedo. Ah, to be so young
again, I thought, and so quickly recharged. I gripped the rigid staff, and
worked it up and down inside the Speedo, as I gazed into his smiling face,
and asked, "Again...?" He grinned, his blond head moving rapidly up and
down, and a hint of blush forming on his creamy cheeks. I chuckled again,
and tugged at the Speedo, once more freeing his sculpted rod, and the plump
scrotum. I scooped him up, and stood, then, planted his pretty little bare
butt on the edge of the kitchen counter. He giggled sweetly, as I moved
between his open legs, and bent to swallow that smooth, and very stiff
boyhood to the hilt.

   His slender fingers threaded into my hair, and held my head, as I moved
my slurping mouth up and down his silky shaft, my fingers tugging at his
small, firm balls, and he began humping his little ass to meet my rhythm. I
ran my fingers over his satin smooth inner thighs, and tried to sear every
sensation, scent, and taste of him into my memory, as I quickly moved him
toward one more offering of his boyish nectar. He was amazingly on the edge
in no time, considering the intense orgasms he had so recently experienced,
and I tugged gently on those youthful nuggets that were so capable of rapid
regeneration. He grunted, and his fingers yanked strongly at my hair, as
his delicious cock flexed once again, and erupted, another small discharge
of his creamy batter flooding into my hungry mouth. I held the warm fluid
in my mouth, letting him complete his orgasm, then released his spent
boyhood. I swilled the tasty offering around, willing my taste buds to
always remember its special flavor, and texture, then, swallowed, savoring
the slickness of the fluid sliding down my throat, our eyes locked
together. He smiled, slightly sheepish, as he watched my throat muscles
imbibe his boy juice, and I gave him a small wink, and said, "Delicious,
Dillon.....you are such... a yummy boy!"

  And now, sadly, four o'clock approaches, and Dillon, Carl, and I are at
the airport departure gate, struggling to stay upbeat with the goodbye that
none of wants to have happen. Recognizing that I need to give Carl a last
moment with his departing Grandson, I steel myself to the inevitable, and
scoop the delectable Dillon into my arms one last time. I hold him, and
inhale his wondrous scents once again, and make a production of spinning us
around, so that I can steal one last, too quick, kiss of those lush, soft
lips while my back is toward Carl. "I love you, sweet boy!" I tell his
small ear softly, and he nods his blond head, tears welling to the brim in
his pretty blue eyes, and he says, barely a whisper, but a roar inside my
own head, "Me too, Rob....I love you, too!" The moment is passed, and I
reluctantly put him down, ruffle his soft blond hair, and walk away,
fighting my own urge to cry like a baby. He and Carl walk closer to the
gate, then pause, as Dillon says something to Carl, then, turns, and
scampers over to where I am standing. He skids to a stop in front of me,
and slips one delicate hand quickly up under his baggy tee shirt, and
retrieves a small package, quickly handing it to me, indicating I should
hide it, so Carl doesn't see. One more quick hug, and he is gone again, and
I stand frozen to the spot, my eyes lingering on the very blond head, until
it disappears up the jetway, and he is gone.

   The drive home, and a cocktail with Carl, are over, and I stand alone in
my bedroom, my mind filled with the memories of this afternoon, and my
senses filled with the lingering scents of Dillon that still fill the
room. I sigh, and reach under my shirt to retrieve the small package that
Dillon had given me at the airport, and tear off the paper covering. My
sadness washes away in an instant, and a huge smile paints over my face, as
I lovingly sort through the several pairs of the very sexy Speedo's that he
has left with me, a very special memento, of a very special time, with a
very special boy.

The End
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