Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2006 14:31:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dillon's Summer visit (2)

   I opened my eyes to bright sunlight, blinked several times, and realized
that I had not closed the bedroom drapes before falling asleep. I
stretched, and rolled into a sitting position, my feet hitting the carpet,
then, stood, and walked into the bathroom to relieve my full bladder. I did
my brush, shave, and shower routine, then went back in the bedroom and
pulled on a pair of shorts, before going down the hall to check on Dillon.

   He had left the door open when he sacked out, so I stepped just inside
the room quietly, and peered at the bed. He was still dead to the world,
and I smiled, at seeing his blond head burrowed into the pillow. The room
was filled with the boyish scent of him, and I inhaled deeply, savoring the
moment, as I gazed at the sleeping boy. The sheet was gathered snugly at
his waist, and the creamy smooth skin of his back was visible above the
tangle, and the sheet clung to the perfect globes of his small butt. I
stood quietly watching him sleep for a couple of minutes, then, headed for
the kitchen to work on some breakfast. I got the coffee going first, then,
phoned the hospital to check on Carl. They informed me that he had rested
well overnight, and the fever was down, which indicated the massive
antibiotics were kicking in to ward off the pneumonia. Relieved, I want
back to the breakfast preparations.

   The bacon, and sausage, were beginning to sizzle, when a barely awake
Dillon appeared in the door frame. "That smells awesome!" he said, and I
looked over at him, suddenly wishing that I had a camera in my hands. He
leaned against the door jamb, still wearing just the soft, loose fitting
sleep shorts from last night. His blonde hair was tangled cutely about his
sweet face, and he had that slightly dazed look that said he was up and
moving, but still not fully awake. Recalling the fresh boy scent that had
permeated the bedroom, I moved over next to him, and leaned down to inhale
the scent of him near his neck, and shoulder. "You smell even better than
the bacon, little dude, and, good morning!" I told him. He giggled softly,
and replied, "Your funny....I don't smell like anything." I chuckled, and
answered, "Oh yes you do....you smell just like what you are....a very cute
young boy!" He giggled again, and moved on into the kitchen, sitting his
cute little butt onto a chair at the table. I went to the fridge, and
poured a large glass of OJ, then set it on the table in front of him. As he
picked it up, and tipped his head back, drinking deeply, I let my eyes
drift over his lap, feeling my cock twitch, as I scanned the outline of his
proud little boy cock where the soft material of his shorts clung to
it. Moving my gaze up his slim torso, I once again longed to touch, and
lick, the soft smooth skin of his tummy and chest. His small nipples were
slack, and slightly puffy on his chest, and I imagined his small squeals of
delight if I were to lick, and suck them. He brought the glass down, and
busted me looking at his torso, and he giggled softly, and said, "See....I
told you....you do like looking at me, huh?" I blushed, and nervously
mumbled that I was sorry for staring at him just that he was so cute, and
smooth, and it was unusual for me to have such a sweet guest in my
house. "It's OK, Rob, really....'sides, I told you that already, too...I
pretty much like you doing it, anyway." Jesus! I moved quickly back to the
stove, hiding my sudden erection behind the counter.


   As I concentrated on my cooking, Dillon chattered away about his life in
Australia, and at one point he lifted one smooth leg to place the sole of
his small foot up on the chair. This maneuver once again caused the baggy
leg of his shorts to sag below his thigh, and exposed his plump little
scrotum to my hungry gaze. I groaned softly, my eyes feasting on the pink
little sac, and tired to keep my attention on his conversation. He may well
have been aware of the little show he was providing, because he briefly
opened the leg a bit wider, improving my view of his balls, then, dropped
his foot back to the floor, all the while giggling sweetly. I shook my
head, then, gave full attention to cooking the eggs. I got the filled
plates on the table, and sat, as we dug into the food hungrily. As we ate,
I told Dillon about the call to the hospital, and he was happy to learn
that his Granddad was doing fine.

   When we had eaten everything except the stripes on the plates, I set
about cleaning up the mess, while Dillon went off to shower, and deal with
his morning routine. I was just closing the dishwasher door, when he once
more emerged in the kitchen, almost instantly providing me with my, what,
fourth maybe, hardon of morning. He was wearing one of the micro-Speedo's,
this little number a stark white, emblazoned at one hip with the signature
blaze mark of the Speedo brand, in a vibrant red. The material was shiny,
probably some kind of a satin, and clung to his boy parts like a second
skin. The tube of his boy cock was totally obvious, lying sideways above
the lump of his balls, and I all but drooled onto the floor as I stared at
him. He grinned coyly, and executed a slow turn around, his hands laced
together over his head. The creamy skin of his underarms flashed whitely, a
stark contrast with his golden tanned skin, and I choked slightly, as I
feasted on the view of his tight little ass, the firm little melons filling
the scant material snuggly. He came to a stop facing me, and placed his
delicate hands on his hips, cocking one hip slightly, and said, "I think
this one is my favorite....do you like me in it?" I gulped, almost afraid
to trust my ability to speak, and croaked, "My God, Dillon....yes....you
must totally stop traffic if you go out wearing that...you look totally
stunning!" He grinned widely, and said, "For sure....lots of people, like,
stare at me when I go beaching in this one....but if I do, I sorta have to
sneak out, cause my Mom says it's way too small for the beach." I managed a
chuckle, and replied, "Well, what do Mom's know, anyway, right?" He
giggled, nodding his pretty blond head, and said, "Right!" With that, he
quickly crossed the room, and slid his slim arms around my waist, pressing
that lithe little body firmly against me in a big hug. I put my hand on his
satin smooth back, and held him against me, fully aware of his firm little
package pressed against my thigh. "You're just, like, so cool, Rob, and I
really like being here with you!" he told me, and I hoped that my erection
wasn't poking him in that flat little tummy in too much of an obvious
way. I hugged him tighter, and replied, "I'm really happy to hear that
Dillon, and thanks, and, I think you are really cool, too!" He backed away
then, as rapidly as he had approached, and turned toward the back door,
saying, "Now I'm gonna go swimming!" I stood there, my pulse coursing
through my veins, as I watched his wiggly little butt scoot through the
door, and out of sight. Jesus, I thought, do I even dare believe that I'm
getting it right, that the boy really is sending off signals that he might
be interested in deeper level of our budding relationship? On the one hand,
it appeared almost patently obvious that he was, but, if I was in fact
misreading the signals, the fallout could be ugly, and I definitely didn't
need any of that. I sighed, and went to my bedroom to find a swim suit of
my own, albeit one with significantly more material than Dillon's stunning
white Speedo.

   Tempting as it was, I managed to resist my compulsion to jerk off as I
changed into some swim trunks, and went out back to join Dillon at the
pool. As I approached the pool, I saw him swimming across the pool
underwater, and timed it just right so that just as he surfaced, I executed
a sterling cannon ball, the result being a huge explosion of water that
thoroughly drenched the now sputtering boy. "Hey!" he yelped, his hands
wiping at his eyes, "You trying to freeking drown me, or what?" I laughed,
and quickly slid my hands into those creamy underarms, and hoisted his slim
body out of the water, then, unceremoniously dumped him backward. He
slapped the water with a mighty splash, and submerged, before once more
coming to the surface, spitting, and sputtering. "Whoa, Dude....that's,
like, war....your gonna get it good, now!" he squealed, and began slapping
his hands furiously at the water, splashing a ton of water over me. We
stood there, flailing away, and drenching each other in the process, until
I finally pushed off the bottom, and quickly dove under the surface, my
arms tackling his legs, and lifted him, as my palms closed over the twin
mounds of his pretty butt. I gripped him, my fingers kneading that firm
flesh, as he squealed above me, wiggling his slippery body, trying to break
my grip. I tugged him closer, and tighter, and his tightly encased package
pressed against my cheek, and I clearly felt the firmness of his swollen
boy cock. I fleetingly thought of just pulling his silky crotch to my face,
and clamping my mouth over that sweet boy meat, but resisted the impulse,
barely. Dillon gave a strong thrust, and twisted his slender body, and
managed to squirt free from my grasp, falling backward into the water with
another big splash. He surfaced, and promptly spewed a whole mouthful of
water into my face, before once more diving beneath the surface, and
swimming away. He surfaced by the ladder across the pool, smiling, and
giggling, as I held up my hands in a "time-out" gesture. He nodded in
agreement, and we both climbed out of the pool, meeting at the lounge
chairs.

   He picked up a towel, and began briskly toweling his blond locks, as I
dropped my gaze to his skimpy Speedo. My dick jerked inside my trunks, as I
saw the clear outline of his erection severally pressing against the skin
tight garment, bent slightly off to one side. So packed was the tiny swim
suit, that I was sure, had his cock pointed due north, the head would quite
likely have escaped the elastic waist band. My own trunks were clinging to
my rock hard boner as well, and left little doubt as to my aroused
condition. I grabbed a towel, and slid it around my waist, just as Dillon
removed the towel from his face, and looked at me, looking at him. I
dragged my gaze up to meet his, and he gave me a wicked little grin, before
moving his delicate fingers to the waist of his Speedo, where he briefly
pulled the front of it forward, allowing me the briefest of glimpses at his
turgid boy meat, before letting it go, so that it snapped loudly against
his flat, smooth tummy. Unable to control my reaction to the quick exposure
of his treasure, I groaned, and he giggled once more, seemingly fully aware
of exactly what he was doing to me. To add to the edgy eroticism of the
moment, the tiny white Speedo was now all but transparent in its wetness,
and I simply could not resist dropping my gaze back to his succulent
crotch. It was probably my overloaded imagination, but I swear I could
actually see his cock pulsing, as it extended against the thin material of
his suit. I groaned again, quickly losing all control of myself, and Dillon
giggled sweetly again, then, sprawled his lithe body face down on the
lounge pad. I suffered about one full second of disappointment as his tawny
boyhood disappeared from sight, then, decided on the spot that staring at
that barely covered little butt was equally as exciting. He turned his
sweet face back over his shoulder to look at me, smiled, and said, "Could I
please have some oil on my backside, so I won't sunburn?" My heart rate
doubled on the spot, and I nodded dumbly, then, hurried to the table to
retrieve the bottle of oil, and return to his side.

   I dragged my lounge beside his, and sat on the edge, fumbling with the
bottle cap with my slightly shaking hands. My mind reeled with mixed
signals from my brain, one side of it telling me to abandon my caution, and
just go for it with this sweet young Adonis, while the other lobe screamed
all manner of ridiculous, and honorable things at me. Dillon watched all of
this with what I read to be mild amusement, before dropping his grinning
face onto his folded arms. I sucked in a deep breath, and held the oil
bottle just above his smooth, golden brown back, and squeezed it, leaving
thin trails of the slick liquid on his skin, as I moved it from shoulders,
to waist, and back again. He flinched slightly at the wet, cool contact of
the oil, then, sighed contentedly, as I laid my open palms onto his satin
smooth skin. I moved down his back, spreading the oil over his skin, then
back up to his shoulders, before moving all over in small circles. His
buttery soft skin felt like velvet under my fingers, and the tone of it
darkened even further with the wet oil. I took my time, leaving no spot of
creamy smooth skin untouched, and as I reached his lower back area, I let
my fingertips drift just inside the waist band of the Speedo. He sighed
happily again, and mumbled into his folded arms that I should do the back
of his legs, as well. Inhaling another calming breath, I let my fingers
trail lightly over his satin covered globes, and onto his upper thighs. I
reveled in the silky feel of his skin in the area where the Speedo clung to
his legs, and I trailed my fingertips over the thin white strip of skin
that peeked out of the tight leg openings. Dillon let out a small moan, as
I once again drizzled thin trails of the oil down the backs of his legs,
from crotch to trim little ankle. Encouraged by his small sounds of
pleasure, I began to slowly spread the slick oil over his coltish, and hair
free legs, kneading the supple flesh with my fingertips. Up and down I went
for several passes, letting my fingers trail slightly higher into his
crotch with each pass, and I smiled, when I saw him subtly open his legs
slightly wider, giving me additional space to explore at the apex of those
incredible legs.

   I continued my ministrations through several more up and down passes,
and as my fingers once again reached deeply into his crotch, he lifted his
cute butt just slightly, so that my fingers made contact with his balls. I
froze my hand right where it was, and added some gentle pressure against
his firm nuggets with just the tips of my fingers. I pressed a tad firmer,
and I could feel the twin orbs move slightly inside their silky pouch, and
Dillon groaned again, as he lifted his cute butt slightly higher. His last
adjustment provided sufficient space for me to probe my fingers slightly
further toward his groin, and I curled my fingers around his plump balls,
kneading them gently. He shuddered, his lithe body trembling, and groaned
again, then, muttered, "Oh, wow." I kept gently fingering his balls, and
leaned my face down close to his small ear, and practically whispered,
"Dillon...is this ok, Buddy...?" His blond head moved rapidly against his
arms, nodding his approval, as he sighed deeply, and squeaked, "Uh
huh....that's really, like, all tingly feeling.!" Feeling slightly bolder
now, I dug my hand deeper under him, and grasped his full nut sac in my
palm, losing all pretense, and began openly massaging his plump balls with
my hand.

    He let out some more small noises, and tried lifting his butt higher,
and strained to move his legs even further apart, attempting to give me
better access to his balls, and I leaned into his ear once more, and
whispered, "It will be better if you just turn over for me, Dillon....I
mean....if you want to....well, I'd just really like that." He never
hesitated a second, almost as if he had just been waiting for me to ask,
and in a blink of an eye, he was flat on his back, legs akimbo to each
side, and his granite hard boy nail seriously threatening to rip the Speedo
at it's straining seams. I groaned, my hungry gaze locking onto his
throbbing boyhood, as my fingers recaptured the firm lump of his scrotum,
and resumed massaging the tender package. I longed to grab the tiny Speedo,
and literally rip it from his legs, making him gloriously naked before me,
but fought for control, fearful of pushing too fast, and too far, and
shattering the moment. His eyes were tightly closed, and he added to his
security by draping a slender arm across them, as I toyed with his balls,
and slowly inched my hand higher, moving to brush my fingers against his
turgid shaft. He groaned again, as I slid the flat of my finger up the
length of his cock, and passed it across the head, before once more
trailing down his length, and nudging his sac again. I repeated this small
ritual several times, as his small chest rose and fell with increasing
rapidity, his breath becoming shallow, and rapid, and the small mewing
sounds increasing in frequency, and volume. He muttered several "Oh's," and
"Oh, man's," as I stroked his treasures, and his small hips began a
rhythmatic humping back and forth, and it was clear that his orgasm was
imminent. Unable to contain my excitement any longer, and at the very
ragged edge of my self control, I slid my fingers over the head of his
rigid nail, then, plunged my hand inside the waist of the Speedo, and
curled my fist around his incredibly stiff, and leaking dick. He groaned
loudly, his hips driving up off the pad, and I stroked the silky skin of
his shaft up and down, not more than five, or six times, when it pulsed
strongly in my fist, and erupted, spewing his slippery nectar in rapid
jets, coating my hand in the boy honey, and seriously sliming the tiny
Speedo. I held onto his slippery shaft, just lightly touching it, as he
panted, and trembled on the lounge. I reveled in the slow wilting of his
spent boyhood, and the wetness that coated my hand inside the tiny
Speedo. My own heart was hammering in my chest, and my cock actually was
painfully hard, as I tensely waited for his reaction to what had just
happened. This could actually end up going either way, I knew, and I
realized I was actually holding my breath. Dillon shuddered strongly once
more, and lifted his arm, revealing his now wide open, and very blue
eyes. He blinked a few times, and sucked in a loud gulp of air, as our eyes
met, and held, as he exhaled the breath, and uttered,
"Awesome....freeking.....awesome!"

(To Be Continued)
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