Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2006 15:25:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dillon's Summer Visit (5)

   Dillon rolled partially onto his side, and spooned his pretty little ass
back into my crotch, so that my aching erection poked against his firm
little melons. I slid an arm around him, my palm moving slowly, rubbing the
satin smooth skin of his chest, and tummy. I buried my face in the back of
his soft, blond hair, and inhaled, the fresh scent of his freshly washed
hair, and body, flooding my senses. My reaction to his so fresh, and
so....well....boy, I guess, fragrances made me think of the reaction I
always have when I walk into a bakery, where fresh bread is baking, or has
recently been baked. There are few smells as overwhelmingly tempting, in my
humble opinion, and I would never want to be forced to choose between the
two.

   We cuddled that way for a while, each of us alone in our thoughts, then,
Dillon kind of wiggled his butt against me, and giggled softly. "Boy, Rob,"
he said, "You really got a boner, huh?" I flexed my rigid cock a few times,
causing it to prod his butt, and he giggled again, as I replied, "Yup,
little dude, I surely do....seems to be that way a lot when you're around."
He was quiet then for a bit, then, he asked, his voice very soft, "You
didn't think that...um....what you did on me....was....um....yucky?" I
paused, briefly wondering if he was referring to my eagerly swallowing his
creamy emission, or, my having probed his precious little hole with my
tongue. Possibly both, I decided, so I replied first with, "Nope....not
yucky at all, Dillon....the fact is, I really, really, like having you cum
inside my mouth that way....I like it a lot, in fact.....don't you like
it?" He moved his head up and down in agreement, then said, "For
sure....yea....I really like that too....um....but I sorta
meant.....the....other thing." Ah, I thought, the "other
thing"....well....sure, that, no doubt, would come as surprise to a
thirteen year old, who had doubtless listened to a lifetime of cautions
regarding the function, and cleanliness of that particular area, so of
course my eager attention to it would be a cause for some wonder. Choosing
my words carefully, I replied, "It's pretty much the same answer,
Buddy....I mean, no....it is not yucky in the least....I very much enjoyed
doing that, too....and...I was kind of hoping that you enjoyed it
too....you seemed as though you thought it felt pretty good...." He nodded
again, and said, "Oh man....yea, for sure....it feels really
neat...just....well....maybe kinda weird, I guess....you actually liking
to....do that to me......there...." I hugged him tighter against me, and
licked the inside of his small ear, and answered, "Well....I just like the
taste of you....everywhere....even this yucky old ear!" He giggled, and
squeaked, "Ok...cool...it's ok then....if you wanna lick
me....everywhere...some more!" Well, I thought, how much more
matter-of-fact can it get then that.....Ok, hotstuff....you got it!

   We went quiet again after that little exchange, and I continued to rub
his front side with my hand, moving slowly lower with each pass, until the
back of my hand encountered the smooth head of his penis, and I gently
gripped his little helmet between my thumb, and finger. He moaned softly,
and pushed that bubble butt back against me, my rock hard cock dipping into
his tender little crease. I shuddered, the warmth of him enveloping the
straining head of my cock, and flexed my hips slightly back and forth. My
shaft slid to the bottom of his cleft, then, deeper, until it was about
half buried between his creamy thighs. I felt him shift a little, and he
moved his upper leg, allowing me to slip deeper between his smooth thighs,
and I began moving against him, my cock slowly fucking his silky skin. I
closed my fist around his once more turgid prick, and stroked it in a kind
of sync with my thrusts against his bottom, and he moaned
softly. "Dillon....baby....I'm really close to shooting.....is it ok
if....I....uh....?" He flexed his pretty butt again, and I felt him add
pressure to the friction his smooth legs were applying to my drooling cock,
and he answered, "Uh huh...it's cool....cause....I'm gonna do it again,
too...!" I quickened both my hip thrusts, and my hand movements on his
stiff boyhood, and in a matter of a minute or so, both of us were spraying
our juices all over the place. I pumped four, or five, strong jets of cum
between his soft thighs, the volume sufficient to thoroughly slime both his
snug little balls, and my hand, where I pumped his spewing boy cock, as he
added his own, this time somewhat meager, discharge to the mess.

   Drained for the moment, we rested, our bodies spooned together, and the
wetness of our mutual pleasure spread under us on the sheet. I nuzzled the
back of his neck, once more reveling in his scents, now enhanced by the
lingering odor of our combined omissions. How does it get any better than
this, I wondered, after a lifetime of denying myself this incredible
pleasure, only to finally discover that I had been dead-right, all along. I
snuggled tighter against his lithe, young body, and silently gave thanks to
whatever fates had brought me this delightful boy of summer.

Dillon stirred some then, and mumbled something about needing another
shower, so I pulled back, and gently pinched one perfect ass cheek, and
said, "Yup....your right, Little Bud....we kind of made a
mess....actually...a really, really, nice mess.....but....yea....you go hop
in the shower, and I'll go fix us some soda's with ice." He quickly rolled
off the bed, and as I watched his pretty butt wiggle into the bathroom, he
chirped, "Cool!" I chuckled, then, wet about putting fresh sheets on the
well thrashed bed. I would decide later whether I would ever wash that
particular sheet, or not.

   Dillon walked into the living room, glowing sweetly from his second
shower in the last hour or so. He had put on a pair of small briefs, a pale
yellow in color, but not the same type briefs that are typically worn here
in the states. They were cut higher on his legs, and hips, and lacked the
"y" front style I was familiar with, instead being just one rather small
piece of material that, I guessed, would necessitate pulling down the front
in order to pee. It wasn't much of a stretch to think of them as being very
similar to girl's panties, except the material appeared to be a soft
cotton. Dillon, of course, looked absolutely stunning in the small garment,
the golden tan of his buttery skin contrasting deliciously with the soft
yellow cloth. His package filled out the small front in a very tempting
way, and the soft material seemed to cling to the contour of his boyhood,
and his plumb scrotum below. I whistled, a typical wolf-whistle, and he
giggled, quickly turning a dainty pirouette, as I reveled in viewing his
firm little melons, the cloth clinging there like a second skin. "Oh
wow....aren't those just too sexy!" I said, and he blushed sweetly,
grinning back at me, and saying, "You like these on me....I wear this kind
a lot...most of my friends do too." I nodded, my demented mind suddenly
conjuring up a vision of Dillon, and friends, all lounging around at some
sleep-over, flaunting their collective goodies in the sexy little boy
panties. It was definitely a vision I liked. In fact, I liked it a lot.

   I left Dillon in front of the TV, and headed off to a shower of my own,
and when I finished, I pulled on a pair of comfortable gym shorts, sans
undies, and went back out to join him. We settled onto the sofa, and
watched the tube, sipping at our cold drinks, and just kind of cuddling
quietly. After a while, I realized that he was sleeping, his blond head
resting against my side. It had been quite a day of firsts for the boy, and
for me, as well, and I decided that he was probably right, we both needed
to catch some sleep. I switched off the TV, and carefully picked him up,
and carried him into my bedroom, then, settled him onto the bed. He was
really dead to the world, in that way that only young boys seem to be able
to sleep, and he never stirred, in spite of all the disturbance of my
moving him to bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, just looking at his
incredible youthful beauty for a while, and the peaceful expression on his
cute face. Ok, I'll be honest, I was also perving his adorable package as
it formed the small front of the sexy briefs, too. So much so, in fact,
that I caved totally to the temptation, and gently lifted the front of the
briefs, to expose his sweet, sleeping boyhood, and bent down to gently
kiss, and lap, the smooth little helmet, before standing, and going out to
secure the house for the night. That accomplished, I returned to the bed,
and slipped off my shorts, then, naked, I slid in along side the sleeping
Dillon. I moved close to him, and once more inhaled the sweet aromas of
him, before quickly falling into a very sound slumber of my own.

   Morning seemed to come quickly, and I opened my eyes to a sunlight
filled room. I rolled onto my back, and blinked the sleep from my eyes,
then, rolled my head on the pillow, looking at the sweet, blond boy lying
next to me. He had kicked the sheet off him during the night, and it was
now tangled around his knees, leaving the rest of his lithe body exposed. I
let my gaze drift over his slender torso, feasting on the abject smoothness
of him. His soft, flat tummy rose and fell gently with his steady
breathing, and I gazed hungrily at the small briefs that he wore. His
delicious boyhood was in a very obvious state of morning erection, and the
tiny cloth was being seriously challenged to contain it, and the
surprisingly full scrotum below. Letting my gaze drift down the length of
his well shaped legs, I was again struck by the smoothness of the boy, the
early sunlight just highlighting the fine, blond peach fuzz that graced his
legs below the knee. Stunning, was the word that kept repeating in my mind
every time I looked at him this way, just, well, stunning. I propped up on
my side, and dropped my fingers gently onto his lower thigh, then, moved
them lightly upward, stroking his silk-like skin up and down. He stirred
then, moving onto his back, and opening his so-blue eyes to look at me. He
blinked a few times, then, a slow smile parted his lush lips, and he said,
all sleepy-voiced, "Hi." I grinned, and played my fingers lightly over the
soft bulge that was his scrotum, and answered, "Hi, yourself, sexy boy!" He
grinned wider still, and jumped, as I closed my fist around his turgid
erection, saying, "Oh jeez.....don't....I, like, really gotta pee bad!" I
chuckled, briefly working the rigid boyhood up and down outside the soft
little cloth, then, released him, and said, "Well then, you better get to
it, Buddy, these ARE clean sheets, you know!" He giggled, and rolled off
the bed, scampering off toward the bathroom, as I watched that sweet little
butt once again. I sighed, and climbed out of bed myself, and headed down
the hall to the guest bathroom, suddenly having a similar need of my own.

   When I got back to the bedroom, Dillon wasn't there, so I put my shorts
on, and headed for the kitchen to see about some breakfast. As I passed
through the living room, I found Dillon sprawled on the floor in the front
of the TV, still dressed, barely, in only the sexy little briefs. I dropped
to one knee beside him, and ran a hand over his bubble butt, reveling in
the firmness, and smallness, each little cheek a perfect hand full. "You
hungry, sport?" I asked him, already knowing the answer, and he filled my
expectation instantly, by chirping, "For sure!" Chuckling, I gave his sweet
butt another grope, then stood, saying, "Ok, breakfast is coming right
up....why don't you give a call to your Grandpa while I cook, the number is
right there next to the phone." As I walked out of the room, I heard him
reply, "Ok, sure, I sure hope he is better today." Actually, I hoped that
too, even though a small, guilty part of me was hoping they would keep him
another day. I started my coffee, then, got going on some bacon, sausage,
eggs, hash brown potato's, and toast. I was hoping for a long, and active
day, and evening, and, as my Mother always says, breakfast is the single
most important meal of the day. I poured a large glass full of fresh OJ,
and carried it into the living room to appease Dillon's appetite while the
food cooked. He had just hung up the phone, and walked toward me, eyeing
the OJ hungrily. As he took the glass from my hand, and inhaled a long
pull, I asked about Carl, and he told me that he was feeling much better,
though the Doctor had not yet been in to see him. I told Dillon that we
would go and visit after breakfast, and figure out what was going to happen
next. He nodded, taking another drink from the glass, and I focused on his
plump little package, so nicely defined in the small pouch of the
briefs. "Jeez, Dillon, I have to tell you, those little briefs on you are
just knock-out sexy looking!" He blushed a tad, and giggled, saying, "You
think so....is this more..uh...sexy, than naked?" I chuckled, and reached
out to grope his boyhood, and replied, "Well now, that would be a real
tough call to make, but, barely covered, or all naked, I like THIS, best of
all!" He giggled again, thrusting his small hips into my groping hand, and
muttered, "Oh man...look....now you got it all boned up, again!" I laughed,
stroking what definitely had very suddenly become a very stiff boy nail,
and said, "Oh gosh, Dillon...I'm just SO sorry about that!" He blushed some
more, and thrust at me again, and croaked, "Naw, it's actually cool, cause,
like, after we eat, you know how to get it all soft again, too!" I gave his
boyhood one more good squeeze, and solemnly replied, "Yes, I do know how to
do that....and....I WILL, too.... that's a promise!" He grinned, nodding
his blond head, and I reluctantly let him go, but only because I was
concerned about the meat burning on the stove.

   The breakfast, if I do say so myself, was excellent. It was a joy
watching Dillon rake it all in as if food were going out of style, and I
was once more amazed at his capacity to pack it away, with absolutely no
visible evidence of where he put it all. He helped me with the cleanup, and
in no time the kitchen looked good as new, and, as he bent over to load the
last of the plates into the dishwasher, I seized the opportunity to once
more grope his pretty butt, before sliding my hand between his parted legs,
to cup his plump little sac. He giggled, and wiggled his little ass at me
provocatively, so I took him up on the silent offer, and quickly dropped to
my knees behind him, and skinned the cute briefs halfway down his
thighs. He yelped loudly, as I nipped at his firm melons, and licked the
creamy flesh, my hand reaching around to grip his rigid nail, and stroke
the silky smooth shaft. I lapped at the twin globes, then, dig my tongue
inside his smooth furrow, and stabbed at his tiny pucker several times, as
he giggled at his strange position, half bent, and his head nearly inside
the dishwasher. I felt the head of his boyhood go wet, and realized he was
oozing precum already, and I was suddenly eager to once again taste his
boyish sweetness in my mouth. I pulled back slightly, and worked the small
briefs the rest of the way down his legs, and off his feet. Standing then,
I scooped him up, and sat his pretty butt down on the counter top, then,
pushed his legs apart, and stepped between them. Bending over him, I
gripped the base of his granite hard cock at its base, reveling in the
total hardness of the steely instrument, before licking the head, and
savoring the nutty flavor of his drooling precum. Slowly, I slid the entire
length of his throbbing boyhood into my mouth, and settled into a sucking
rhythm, as my fingers worked the root of his boyhood. I moved my free hand
to cup his balls, and rolled the small orbs between my fingers, as I moved
my drooling mouth over his cock, eager to feel its explosion, and to taste
his creamy discharge of boy cum. His fingers tugged at my hair, and he
emitted a cadence of moans and grunts, both of us suddenly super-charged
with lust.

   It seemed like it ended as quickly as it had begun, when Dillon began
groaning louder, and dropped his arms behind him, leaning back on his
palms, as he thrust his small hips at me, all but fucking my hungry mouth
with his tasty boyhood. I matched his thrusts, my fingers tugging at his
small sac, and I felt his shaft harden, and swell, in my mouth. He thrust
strongly, and let out a deep, and guttural sound, as his boyhood erupted,
jetting his creamy cum pellets over my tongue. He fired several rapid
shots, one immediately following the other, until my mouth was flooded with
his sweet boy honey, and I gulped, swallowing the total of his offering in
one big gulp. I continued to suckle his wilting shaft, as his thrusting
stopped, and he shuddered, one long tremble of his whole little body,
before his hands pushed against my head, telling me that he was super
sensitive now. I pulled back, releasing his shiny boyhood from my battered
mouth, and stood up straight, reaching to pull his slightly trembling body
against me, as we cuddled, panting, and striving for normal breathing.
Finally, we calmed, and I moved my tongue around inside my mouth, savoring
his lingering tastes. I eased off on the hold I had on him, and tilted his
chin upward, then, looked into the blue pools of his eyes. I smiled, and
winked, at him, then, asked, "So, did that take care of that hard little
boy nail of yours ok?" He grinned, his blond head moving up and down, and
said, "Uh huh....really good, too....for now...!" I laughed, and ruffled
his sandy hair, and replied, "For NOW, huh.....jeez, I think I may have
created a genuine horn-dog here!" He giggled again, once more nodding his
head eagerly, and said, "Yup....I'm thinking!"

(To Be Continued)
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