Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2006 13:48:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dillon's Summer Visit (3)

   I finally let go of my held breath, Dillon's remark of "awesome," being
like sweet music to my ears. My heart was racing, as I had waited for his
reaction to my touching him as I just had, fearful that he might freak out
on me. Apparently my concern had been unnecessary, as he now seemed
completely relaxed, and even quite happy, gauging from the brilliant smile
that painted his cute face. As we silently looked at each other, I suddenly
felt sheepish, sitting there with my hand still inside his tiny Speedo, as
I lightly touched his now soft little boyhood. I gingerly slid my hand out,
and Dillon's eyes grew wider, and he giggled, as he focused on my hand,
which was seriously covered with his creamy discharge. His soft cheeks
flushed with sudden pinkness, and he croaked, "Oh jeez!" I winked at him,
using every ounce of will power I could muster, not to just jam my slimy
fingers into my mouth, and relish the flavor of his nectar. Oh, I wanted to
do just that, big time, but I was again afraid it might be too much, too
soon. Trying to be as subtle as possible with him just lying there watching
me, I retrieved my towel, and dabbed at my hand.

   Neither of us had said anything during the couple of minutes that had
passed, and the silence was becoming way too loud to suit me, so I winked
at him again, and, as he widened his pretty grin, I said, "Awesome...?" He
moved his blond head up and down, nodding in agreement with my one word
question, and replied, "Uh huh....totally." I relaxed some then, deciding
that it was going to be all right, and leaned down to plant a very noisy
"raspberry" on his soft tummy. He squealed, then giggled loudly, and
squirmed all over the lounge, as I again attacked that butter-soft skin
just above his little navel. "Stop...oh man....quit it...tickles...!" he
squealed, so naturally, I did it again. "OH jeez....oh man....don't,
already...!" He yelled, so I relented, and slid my arms under his slim body,
and scooped him up in my arms, as I stood, and walked the short distance to
the pool, and dumped him in, kicking and screaming. I knew he had a mess
inside the Speedo similar to the condition of my hand, so I figured it was
a comfortable way to give him a chance to deal with it.

   Wanting to give Dillon a few minutes alone, to both deal with the Speedo
situation, and to collect whatever thoughts he might be having, I turned,
and went inside the house, calling to him that I would get us some cold
drinks. I watched him from the kitchen window, as he paddled across to the
shallow end of the pool, and stood in waist deep water. From his body
language, I figured he was holding the front of the Speedo open to allow
the water to flush through, and I again was saddened at the waste of the
precious fluid that I would much rather have savored with my taste buds. Oh
well, I decided, another time perhaps, and, it would no doubt be well worth
the wait. I hurried down to my bathroom, responding to the urgent signals I
was getting from my aching balls, and used my own moment of privacy to
relieve the pressure. Actually, a moment, was all that it required, which
didn't surprise me in the least, given the intensity of the previous half
hour, or so.

   Back in the kitchen, and, a good deal calmer, I filled some plastic cups
with ice, and grabbed a liter of soda from the fridge, and some pretzels
from the panty, and headed back outside. I sat down at the patio table, and
filled the cups, as Dillon climbed out of the pool, toweled off that
luscious little body, and joined me. He pushed out a chair, and planted his
delicious little butt on it, and picked up his soda, knocking back a
healthy gulp. I picked up my own glass then, and lifted it toward him,
offering a toast. "To good buddies, with good secrets." I offered, and he
smiled his coy little smile, and replied, "For sure...both of those," and he
clinked his cup against mine. He dug into the bag of pretzels then, eating
and gabbing, as if it were an every day occurrence to have an adult male
stroke his precious little boy dick to orgasm. The resilience of youth is a
truly amazing thing, indeed.

   We swam some more, and continued the grab-ass antics, with me seizing
every opportunity to grope him, and be much less subtle that earlier. He
giggled and laughed, seemingly totally comfortable with what had taken
place earlier, and also with my slightly overt actions now, so I began to
truly relax, and look forward to the next opportunity to explore him in a
more serious way than pool hijinx. The day passed rapidly, and as we
finished up the sandwiches I had fixed for lunch, I suggested that we go to
visit his Grandpa at the hospital, to which he eagerly agreed. We gathered
up the lunch things, and carted them inside to be put away, and, as Dillon
started for his bedroom to change, he paused at the kitchen doorway. He
turned toward me, giving me a sinister little grin, and asked, "So, can we
go swimming again, like, after we see Grandpa?" I nodded, and told him
sure, we could swim almost anytime, as warm as it was. He paused, the soft
pink glow crawling over his cheeks again, and added, "So....um...is that sign
on the fence out there....true?" I didn't get his question for a minute, and
was about to ask him what he was referring to, when it suddenly hit me what
sign he meant. I smiled, chuckling softly, and replied, "Do you mean the
"6:00 pm sign?" His blush darkened slightly, and he giggled, nodding his
head. "Sure....absolutely, it's true....house rules, actually." He giggled
again, and said, "Cool....so then...we can swim some more.....like....after
6:00 pm, right?" I felt some heat flood my own cheeks then, and nodded,
then said, "You bet, Buddy....I would totally love to swim with you....after
6:00 pm!" He nodded, his cute face nearly glowing from his intense blush,
and he squeaked, "Awesome....I never actually got to do that
before....and....I bet it's really cool!" With that, he disappeared down the
hallway, me perving that cute little butt the whole way. I chuckled to
myself, and glanced at the wall clock, sighing, as I realized suddenly how
far off 6:00 pm was; you see, dear readers, the sign that depicts the
"house rule" that Dillon had in mind, reads, "No Skinny Dipping Until After
6:00 pm."

   The visit with Carl went well, and his condition was much improved over
the previous day, although he still suffered a mild fever, and some lung
congestion. Given his advanced age, and his delicate overall condition, the
doctor had decided to keep him admitted for a couple of days, just to be
sure his lungs cleared. That certainly worked for me, as much as I wanted
him to be fully well, I had no problem with it taking a few days, leaving
me alone with Dillon, my new secret buddy. It was nearing 5:00 pm when we
said goodbye to Carl, and we retrieved the car from the garage, and drove
to an Italian restaurant that was a favorite of mine, and ate a delicious
dinner. Dillon inhaled everything in sight, topped off with an overflowing
dish of that Italian ice cream that has the bits of candy imbedded in
it. Amazing, the appetite of a slender thirteen year old boy, easily able
to consume mountains of calories with not a single ill result. Hormones,
definitely hormones, which, by the way, are truly beautiful things.

   The sun had set by the time we arrived back at the house, and it had
settled into a nice warm evening. We settled in the living room, and surfed
around the TV channels, settling on a game show that Dillon favored. Kicked
back on the sofa, he didn't really seem too interested in the program, and
was doing a fair amount of squirming around, coupled with some long,
exaggerated sighs. Finally, I ruffled his soft blond hair, and asked him if
he had ants in his pants. He giggled, and replied, "Not ants....the problem
is...actually...that I got pants on at all....when do we get to skinny
dip...it's, like, way past 6:00 pm!"  People have doubtless suffered milder
jolts to the heart that were classified as full blown coronaries, than the
jolt I got at that question. The charge quickly dissipated to my balls, and
I felt my cock thicken in my briefs, as I calmly, NOT, delivered the only
suitable response, to wit: "How about right now?" Dillon grinned widely, a
rosy blush flooding his cheeks, and squeaked, "Now....really...can we?" I
chuckled, and got to my feet, reaching down to pull him up, and we headed
out back. I wasn't actually sure where all this was going, but, I damn sure
wasn't going to miss the train when it pulled out.

   Outside, I glanced around, and silently thanked the pool contractor who
had convinced me that I wanted an eight foot wall around the yard when he
built the pool. The high wall afforded total privacy to the back of my
house, my nearest neighbor being Carl, who I knew wasn't home
anyway. Dillon had excitedly kicked off his shoes and socks, and peeled off
his tee shirt, but now hesitated a bit, as he stood there in just his
jeans. I let my eyes drift over his smooth torso, and settle on his
expanded crotch. He was obviously erect, which no doubt what had given him
pause in the stripping off, so to put him at ease, I took off my shirt, and
began opening my pants, as I said, "Now Buddy, you aren't going to make fun
of me, are you, I mean, I have to tell you, I am pretty boned up here, the
whole idea, you know, of us going naked, and all." He giggled, blushing
furiously, and mumbled, "Its ok, Rob...I...um....well....me too." I grinned,
and winked sagely at him, and slid my pants off, saying, "Well then,
cool....nothing to worry about then...we'll be the same." I picked up my
pants, and draped them over a chair, and turned to face him, my fully hard
cock poking obscenely against my briefs. I watched his eyes drop to focus
on my protrusion, and widen slightly, as his slender fingers fumbled with
his belt. Still sensing a moment of cold feet in him, I turned my back, and
quickly skinned out of my briefs, giving him a brief view of my naked butt,
then, quickly jumped into the pool. I resisted looking at him, as badly as
I wanted to see that sweet boy meat, and paddled to the far side of the
pool. Just as I reached the far wall, I heard the splash of his entry into
the pool, and grabbed onto the coping, as I turned around.

   The underwater light was sufficient for me to make out the blurred form
of his naked body as he streaked toward my position underwater. In a few
seconds, he broke the surface, spewing water in a fine spray, as he
vigorously shook his blond head in front of me. He was grinning so widely
that his smile gave off more light than the pool light did, and I smiled
back at him, as I reached out, and gripped his smooth shoulder, tugging him
to the edge of the pool. His delicate fingers reached to grip the coping,
as he held on beside me, and chirped, "Oh man, this is, like, so
cool.....naked swimming feels really good!" I chuckled, and agreed totally,
telling him, "Yup, it does for sure, and, as sexy as your little Speedo's
are, little bud, this is way more sexy!" He giggled, his blond head bobbing
up and down, then, he quickly laid a none too gentle pinch on the soft part
my stomach above my navel, and squealed, "Tag....now your it!" as he pushed
off the pool wall, and disappeared under the water. I laughed out loud, and
quickly dove under, my feet pushing off, as I went in hot pursuit.

   The boy was an excellent swimmer, to be sure, and I chased his fluid
movements around the pool for a good while, several times getting close
enough to grab at his slippery, nude body, only to have him squirt free of
my grasp before I could administer the necessary pinch to make him "it."
Our laughter filled the evening air, and the water eventually became so
churned up, it was almost like swimming in the ocean. Finally, I tired, and
gave up the chase, easing myself onto the steps at the pools shallow end,
and practically gasping for breath. Dillon clung to the ladder at the
opposite end of the pool, his sweet smile practically glowing in the low
light. "You give up already?" he called, and I held my hands up in a
"time-out" gesture, and he hoisted a closed fist in the air, pumping it up
and down in victory, chanting, "Yes, yes, yes!" I leaned back on my elbows,
huffing, and decided that this might well be the very most I had ever
enjoyed the pool since having it built. Dillon finished his small moment of
victory, and knifed off the pool wall, heading toward me. I grinned, having
caught just he briefest glimpse of his cute, naked butt as it momentarily
broke the surface as he pushed off. God, I thought, how could it get any
better than to sharing a warm summer night with a naked, and totally cute,
thirteen year old boy!

   He crossed the pool in a flash, and settled his little butt onto the
step beside me, once more tossing his blond locks side to side rapidly, the
resulting spray flying into my face. Laughing, I quickly scooped his lithe
body up in my arms, and pulled him on top of my reclining body, reveling in
the hardness of his erection pressing into my stomach. I slid my hands down
his slick, smooth back, and gently cupped the firm little melons that were
his pretty ass, and kneaded them, as he thrust his boy nail into my skin. I
slid one hand down to the back of his thigh, and worked the fingers to the
inside, as he parted his legs wider. I worked my fingers deeper, and made
contact with his snug little scrotum, then lightly fingered his smooth
balls, as he settled his face against my neck, moaning softly. He shifted
slightly, his hard cock stabbing at me, and lifted his hips a little, which
caused his ball sac to drop between his open thighs, allowing me to cup it
in my palm. I gripped the taut bag gently, and worked the small orbs around
inside it, as Dillon gasped, and mumbled, "Oh man....that's
really....tingly...!" I nuzzled the side of his neck, the odor of chlorine
filling my senses, and said softly, "Good....and, I like how it feels to me,
too....very much." He gave off another small moan, as I gently tugged oh the
smooth bag again, rolled his balls in my hand.

   After a few minutes, the position had become slightly awkward, and, I
was frankly eager to explore that rigid boy nail that was poking me, so I
moved my hands up into his underarms, and lifted him, turning sideways, to
set his pert little butt on the edge of the pool, his feet dangling in the
water. I sank to my knees on the lower step, facing him now, and quickly
provided a moan of my own, as I found myself face, to very erect boy
cock. "Oh, Dillon....buddy....wow....what a beautiful dick you have,
buddy.....you are absolutely perfect!" He giggled softly, and I forced
myself to shift my hungry gaze upward, to gauge his reaction to the sudden
full exposure of his stunning boyhood. I was relieved to see an expression
of pride on his cute face, albeit maybe a tad apprehensive, as well, as he
watched me for a beat, or two, then croaked, "Really....you think that?" I
dropped my eyes back to his proud member, and drank in every little detail,
practically drooling with desire to just swallow it to its very base. "Oh
yes, Dillon, totally yes, I really, really, think that!" I answered,
meaning every syllable, because he was, in fact, perfect. I estimated him
to be about four inches, maybe slightly more, and about the thickness of my
thumb. His shaft was smooth as glass, and flared ever so slightly just
below the perfectly sculpted, mushroom shaped head. He was neatly
circumcised, leaving a fairly prominent ridge of smooth skin defining the
curvature of the rounded head of his very pretty boy cock. The pulsing
shaft stood straight up against his groin, which held a smattering of silky
pubic hairs at the very top of his dick, and his plump scrotum was tight to
his body, resting temptingly below the base of his shaft. My visual
assessment confirmed my earlier reaction when manipulating his nuggets,
that they were a good size, larger than I would have anticipated for his
tender age. That, I decided, would explain the rather copious discharge
that I had coaxed from him earlier, which also exceeded my expectation.

   Placing my hands on his thighs, just above the knees, I slowly ran my
fingers over his silky skin, moving upward, as he placed his hands behind
him, and leaned back on them, watching me closely. My fingers once more
contacted his scrotum, and I gently poked at the firm balls, as Dillon
rolled his blond head back, then, side to side, emitting another small
moan. I moved past his balls, and let the tip of a finger slide up the
underside of his cock, then, moved it onto the satiny head of his boyhood,
slowly stroking the slightly spongy tissue. He shuddered slightly at the
contact, and I closed my fist around the rock hard shaft, gently working
the soft skin up and down over the steely tissue it covered. The boy nail
flexed in my grip, and he lifted his butt slightly, as I stroked up and
down his length, and he groaned again, then, muttered, "Oh, jeez.....oh,
man....!" I paused at the top of his shaft, and once again passed the flat
of my thumb over the silky smooth head of his boyhood, feeling the wetness
of his leaking fluids, as he shuddered once more, and audibly sucked in a
breath. "Feels good, huh buddy.....your pretty dick feels even better than
it looks!" I said quietly, resuming my stroking of his throbbing shaft. He
groaned in reply, and muttered, "Oh man....yea....awesome....!" I smiled,
holding in check my strong desire to suck him, not sure of his reaction to
my taking that next step so soon. I continued to fist his cock, as I
watched his clear precum ooze steadily from the tiny slit, and once again
nestled his plump balls with my other hand. His breathing was rapid now,
and ragged, as his orgasm built inside his body, and as I worked to bring
him to the edge, I felt his hips thrusting, driving his very erect cock
into my grip. He grunted, his thrusts picking up pace, and intensity, and
in moment of wild lust, I leaned into him, closing my mouth over the
gleaming wet head of his boyhood, just as he erupted, venting strong jets
of his creamy nectar over my tongue in rapid spurts.

   My taste buds exploded right along with his balls, the texture, and
flavor, of his creamy essence filling my senses, as I rapidly swallowed his
offering. Dillon emitted a steady cadence of grunts as his balls drained,
then, suddenly went totally slack, sagging back onto the pool deck, as his
boyhood began deflating in my mouth. I lifted my head, and gripped his
wilting shaft in my finger, and thumb, slowly milking the last of his boy
honey, and lapped away the small dribble that finished his very intense
orgasm. I swished my tongue through my mouth, savoring the taste of him,
and smoothness of warm fluid he had produced, then, released him, quickly
dropping my hand to my own throbbing cock, rapidly stroking it to my own
pent up release, my copious load ejecting into the water in cloudy
ropes. As my orgasm washed over me, I glanced up at Dillon, and saw that he
had sat back up just in time to see me ejecting my semen into the water,
and a cute smile crossed his face, his pretty blue eyes going wide at the
sight. I caught his eye, and winked, saying, "Feels pretty good, huh
buddy?" He giggled, nodding his head, and replied, "For sure....can we do it
again?" I chuckled, checking out his already expanding boyhood, and shook
my head at the wonders of youth, telling him, "Sure thing, Dillon, we can
do it all you want, only I need a little more time in between than you do."
He thought about that for a second, then, shrugged, and said, "I'm
thirsty." I reached between his slender legs, and groped his tumescent
boyhood for a minute, and said, "Well then, let's go get something to
drink." We clamored out of the pool, and naked, headed inside. As we went
through the door, I reached down, and squeezed one firm cheek of his sweet
little butt, and told him, "You know, buddy, it's hard to decide it you
look cuter from the front, or the back.....actually, come to think of it,
you look plenty good, either way!" He grinned, wiggled his little ass
saucily.

   I got some sodas from the fridge, and we padded into the living room,
once again settling onto the sofa, our bare legs in contact with each
others. I slid my arm around him, and pulled him closer, as he dropped his
hand onto my bare thigh. We sat there a few minutes, idly watching the
television, and I noticed Dillon averting his gaze, to repeatedly check out
my exposed cock and balls. The next time I caught him looking, I said,
"Hey, Dillon, buddy, you don't need to sneak peaks, you know, if you want
to check out my stuff, just help yourself." He glanced up at me, coy little
look on his cute face, and croaked, "Really?" I nodded, assuring him that
it was only fair, since I had touched his, and spread my legs, my thick
penis lolling against my thigh nearest him. He stared for a minute, then,
tentatively extended his delicate hand toward my cock, and lightly ran his
slender fingers up and down the shaft. "Jeez Rob," he stammered, "You got,
like, a really big one." I chuckled, and ruffled his soft, blond hair with
my fingers, and replied, "Well, maybe by comparison to yours, buddy, but
you are still growing, and I'm all finished.....actually, I'd bet that when
your all grown up, yours will be even bigger than mine." He grinned,
mumbling, "Cool," as his and closed around my thickening cock, and gave it
a few squeezes. "Hmmm..." I groaned, "That's really nice, Dillon, you do
that really nice." He kept silent, his gaze fully concentrated on my
rapidly stiffening cock, as he started rubbing it up and down, driving me
crazy with the sensation of his soft hand on me. His own little nail had
risen to the occasion, and bounced sweetly in his lap, as he worked my cock
up and down, the fingers of his other hand lightly probing my heavy
balls. "Will I get all hairy like you too, Rob?" He wondered, and I shifted
slightly, so that I could capture his erection in my fingers, and stroke
him in sync with his movements on my cock, and replied, "Well, certainly
you will get more hair than you have right now, but, exactly how much, and
where, only time will tell." He nodded at that, then, squeaked sharply, as
I pearl of precum oozed from my slit, and drizzled over the head of my
cock. He stabbed one slender finger at the wet trail, and giggled, as he
smeared the slick substance in small circles over the sensitive knob,
causing me to groan in pleasure. As the pearl of precum disappeared,
absorbed by my skin, he again closed his small fist around my turgid shaft,
and resumed stroking it, as my fingers worked in similar fashion on the
rock hard tube of his throbbing boyhood. "Didn't that stuff taste nasty?"
He asked out of nowhere, and I had to chuckle at the long delayed reaction
to what I assumed to the first time anyone had ever taken his turgid nail
into their mouth, albeit very briefly. "Nasty," I responded, "No way,
buddy, you have about the best tasting boy cream I ever tried....I really
enjoyed that, and can't wait to taste you again." He wiggled around some
then, suddenly pushing at my hand, and saying, "Oh jeez, Rob....you better
stop rubbing mine, cause its gonna do it again, I think, if you
don't......and....I really want to watch you make stuff, so its not, like,
underwater this time, OK?" I moved my hand off his sweet nail, and settled
deeper into the sofa, and told him. "Sure thing, little buddy, you just
keep up what your doing, then, and in a minute or so, watch real close,
cause I'll be spitting the stuff all over." He giggled, and nodded,
mumbling, "Awesome!"

   It was probably more like another three minutes, maybe, as I sat back,
thoroughly enchanted with watching the boys delicate fingers work my
throbbing man cock in a steady rhythm, his sweet face so closely hovering
over his handiwork, that I could actually feel his warm breath on the
drooling head of my cock as he exhaled. "Oh Dillon....oh God,
baby....close....really, really......Agggggg.....!" I roared, and my cock
erupted, ejecting one powerful jet of my cum, immediately followed by four,
or five lesser spasms, until my aching balls were drained, and I sagged
back onto the sofa. I opened my eyes, my chest heaving, and looked down at
Dillon, who had released my spraying cock, and was now swabbing the back of
his hand across his face, in an effort to mitigate that long trails of my
ejaculate that drizzled down his stunned, and flushed young face. Oh shit,
I thought, thinking how utterly hot he looked with his pretty, boyish face
painted with my copious load, and I reached out to help him wipe the stuff
out of his eyes. I pulled his lithe body against me, holding him tight, as
I gushed on about how incredible he had made me feel, and that I was sorry
for not giving him better warning. He snuggled against me, and turned his
head up to look at me, some small remnants of my discharge still clinging
to his eyebrows, and dribbling from his chin. I grinned at him, and he
smiled right back, saying in his still cracking voice, "Oh jeez,
Rob.....wow....you, like, really make lots of stuff!" I chuckled, and wiped a
finger over his face, eradicating some more of the slime from his cute
face, and told him, "Well, I sure did that time, little buddy.....it must
have been your perfect touch that caused that." He grinned gamely, nodding
his blond head, then, pushed himself away, and flopped on his back on the
length of the sofa, his proud boyhood waving strongly off his sparsely
haired groin. He grinned wickedly up at me, and croaked, "Now you gotta do
me again.....pleeeease....?" I reached for his throbbing boner, and shifted
around, so that I was nearly prone between his spread legs. I ran my hand
up and down his pulsing shaft a few times, and said, "You got it, little
guy, and, it's me, who should be saying, pleeeeease....!" With that I pulled
his sweet erection away from his lean body, and engulfed the entire length
of it inside my mouth. He yelped loudly, and I felt his dainty fingers
tangle in my hair, as I deftly began sucking his tasty boy nail like my
very life depended on it. He thrust upward at me, matching my rhythm, as
his small hips flexed, moving his boyhood in and out of my sucking
mouth. It didn't take nearly long enough to suit me, as he thrashed under
my ministrations, muttering a steady chant of grunts, and groans, until his
pride and joy jerked strongly in my mouth, and unloaded, spewing his tasty
young cream into my mouth in repeated spasms, with me happily swallowing
each offered pellet of his sweetness.

   Fully spent, Dillon let go of my head, and I licked the length of his
shrinking cock a few times, then, slid up to lie beside him, and hold him
close, as he settled, his ragged breathing returning to normal. I hugged
him, and pressed my lips close to his small ear, the sweet scent of his
hair filling my senses, and said, very softly, "How was that, little
guy....did you like that?" He shuddered, his slender body quivering against
me, and answered, "Oh man.....that....was.....like....amazing!"

(To Be Continued)
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