Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2006 13:54:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dillon's Summer Visit (7)

   Obviously drawing on the boundless energy that is typical of nearly all
thirteen year olds, Dillon continued to churn the water of the pool with
his lap swimming, and his highly skilled antics off the diving board. I,
being somewhat his senior, decided that I had had enough aquatics for the
time being, and adjourned to a nearby lounge, to lie back in the warm
sunshine, and admire his skill, and beauty.

  As I watched, closely, I might add, he walked up the steps at the shallow
end of the pool, and then to the diving board. He hopped on, and walked out
to the end of the board, bouncing up and down a few times. The micro thong
he was almost wearing had clung to the yummy shapes of his boyhood when it
had been dry, but, now that it was completely soaked, it adhered to his
tempting package like skin, leaving almost nothing to my imagination. He
bounced on the board once again without going off, and I watched the faint
jiggle of his ample boy cock and balls as they moved about from the
impact. The tiny pouch of the thong barely contained his treasures, and I
felt my own cock throb, as I stared hungrily at the very erotic sight of
the boy. He turned backward, and stood up his toes at the very tip of the
diving board, preparing, I guessed, to execute another of his backward
flips. My eyes bored into the creamy smooth cheeks of his pretty little
butt, so taut, and saucily defined by the slim crevice of thong that was so
wedged into his crease that it was all but invisible. I let my eyes drift
over the length of him, from his smooth shoulders, down over his golden
tanned back, his developing muscles, now taut with his firmly held diving
pose. The ass was simply to die for, a firm little bubble that projected
backward, breaking the smooth plane of his back, and legs. The legs
themselves were perfect, an equally tanned shade of lightly toasted
marshmallow, toned, while not overly muscled, and completely hairless, save
for the lightest of soft down that was only visible in the bright
sunlight. He held his arms straight out in front of his body, shoulder
high, his delicate fingers flexed, and pointed, and I noted the smoothness,
and tone of his flexed muscles, and how the biceps were beginning to show
slight definition. The same adjective that always seemed to occur to me
when I studied him this way, occurred once more, as I heard my inner voice
clearly say, "stunning, absolutely stunning."

   He flexed, and once more bounced the spring board, launching his slender
body upward, and he twisted his tightly held body in mid-air, executing a
near perfect back flip, before knifing cleanly into the pool, creating a
mere ripple as he entered the water. He surfaced, and swam to the side of
the pool, where he gripped the coping tile, and grinned at me. I lifted my
hands, applauding his effort, and he grinned even wider, his radiant smile
adding several degrees to the already warm afternoon. He hauled himself
over the edge of the pool, and stood, shaking his blond locks side to side,
and spraying a fine mist of water. My eyes dropped to his package, and I
felt the breath catch in my throat, as I focused on his firm boyhood. It
lay against his inner thigh, pointing slightly left of center, the helmet
shaped head clearly outlined in the clinging pouch, and rested atop the
prominent lump of his captive ball sac. I shuddered involuntarily, my cock
twitching inside my trunks. God, he was just so damn sexy, and he looked
totally brazen as he stood there in the tiny thong, I thought, and he
looked at me, looking at him, and a soft blush crawled into his
cheeks. "What....?" He muttered, and I chuckled at being so openly busted
while perving his delicious package that way, and replied, "You, sexy-boy,
is what....you look....well....just amazing, actually." He glanced down at
himself briefly, then, looked back at me, a look of total innocence on his
pretty face, as if he didn't get it at all. He moved then, covering the
small distance between us, until he stood directly next to
me. "Amazing....really....why, what's so amazing about how I look?" he
asked sweetly, and I let myself do exactly what I had wanted to from the
moment he made his appearance in the thong; I reached out my hand, and
firmly cupped that yummy boy package. "This, champ.....this....all of
it....is what's amazing." He giggled, and thrust his slim hips forward, as
if daring me to grope him, and so, of course, I did just that.

   As I continued to fondle him, I felt his boyhood grow steely hard in my
fingers, and threaten the integrity of the tiny, silken pouch with its
sudden growth. I stroked the length of his rigid penis, and rubbed my thumb
over the rounded head, as Dillon continued to gently thrust into my groping
hand. "Oh man....jeez....!" he croaked, and I nodded in complete agreement,
as I hooked my fingers into the elastic of the thin waist band, and tugged
the tiny pouch out, and down. His erection, and the plump sac below, sprang
free of their snug captivity, and his penis arched upward at about a
forty-five degree angle, bouncing firmly with the sudden freedom. I let go
of the thong, and the elastic snapped against his thighs, framing his plump
ball sac, and his burgeoning cock in such a sexy, and outright nasty way,
that I felt a deep groan escape my throat. "Oh Dillon....damn....you are
amazing, babe.....you truly are!" I croaked, and I gripped his turgid
instrument, and used it to pull him closer, as I leaned over, and lapped at
the silky smooth head of his pretty boyhood. He squeaked, his voice
breaking upward a few octaves, as his hips came forward reflexively, and I
ran the flat of my tongue back and forth across the silken head, digging
into the tiny slit with the tip. I ran my tongue down the shaft, making
small licks along the underside of his pulsing meat, then, licked his
hairless scrotum, before gently capturing a single orb in my mouth. I
sucked his nugget, moving it around in its sac with my tongue, then,
released it, to capture its twin, and repeat the action. He groaned, his
fingers lacing into my hair, as I managed to slide the whole soft sac into
my mouth, and suck both his balls at once, while he moved to open his legs
wider, allowing me better access to his firm little sperm factory.

   I released his scrotum, and briefly enjoyed the sight of it, shiny in
the sunlight, and totally wet from my copious saliva. I gripped the base of
his rigid boyhood once more, and fed the length of it into my hungry mouth,
swallowing his turgid sword, until the soft head of it bumped the back of
my throat. I moved my head back and forth, applying steady suction along
the smooth shaft, and his hands left my hair, as he shifted his feet
slightly. I groaned around his throbbing shaft, my breath catching in my
throat, as I suddenly felt his hands groping my crotch, and firmly
squeezing my own granite hard shaft. I continued to suck his delicious
cock, and ran my fingers up and down his inner thighs, as he struggled at
my lap, until he freed my drooling erection. I shuddered, and very nearly
lost my load, when I felt his delicate fingers grip my shaft, and begin a
rythmatic pumping.

   His touch was so delicate, and soft, that I wanted to scream with the
pleasure he was giving me, and I knew that as supercharged as my aching
balls had been all afternoon, that there was no chance of my holding off
for long, so I amped up my oral assault on his tasty boyhood, moving my
fingers to toy with his slightly swaying ball sac. Dillon was thrusting his
hips faster now, and I could taste his slippery fluid oozing over my
tongue, as I repeatedly laved the length of his cock, and I felt my own
precum freely drooling from the head of my tortured cock as his slender
hand worked its magic on me. The air around us was filled with our combined
moans of pleasure, and the slightly obscene slurping sounds I was making as
I eagerly sucked the boy, hungry now for his essence, as well as his
frequent little squeaks, and squeals. It seemed like only seconds after we
had begun our frantic tabloid, when I felt my balls boil over, and my shaft
throb strongly, and release suddenly, my molten load erupting in rapid jets
into Dillon's small hand, and painting over my stomach. He squealed loudly,
his sweet boyish voice high, and cracking, as his penis swelled inside my
aching mouth, and his nuggets rolled upward, and escaped my fingers. His
hips drove forward strongly, and his boyhood exploded inside my mouth,
rapidly depositing his creamy nectar into my throat. I gulped, sensing the
silky texture of his slick cream slide down my throat, as he continued to
pump his spitting nail into my mouth, until he was drained, and withdrew
his wilting meat from my slightly battered lips. He swayed slightly,
apparently feeling rubber legged from his intense orgasm, and I grabbed
onto his firm butt cheeks, pulling him forward until he collapsed onto the
lounge on top of me. I held him to me, my slimy load smearing between our
sweating bodies, and we gulped in deep breaths of air. I could actually
feel our two hearts hammering against one another where our chests met, and
I struggled to regain normal breath, as I ran my hands over the velvet
smooth globes of his pretty butt.

   A few minutes passed, and we finally recovered enough to adjust to a
more comfortable position, cuddled on our sides on the lounge pad, with
Dillon's pretty butt spooned into my front. I slipped an arm around him,
and let my fingers toy with his soft little boyhood, while I pressed my
lips to his smooth shoulder, and licked his salty skin. He inhaled deeply,
then, released the breath, and sighed heavily, a sound I took as
contentment. I gently kneaded his penis with my fingers, and moved, to lick
his small ear where it peeked out from his soft, blond hair. "See," I told
him, "Amazing, just like I said!" He giggled softly, his blond head moving
on the pad, and mumbled, "For sure....amazing....pretty much!"

   We dozed off then, and some time later, I awoke, momentarily confused as
to my whereabouts. It had grown dusk, and the automatic lighting that was
scattered about the back yard had turned on, giving the pool area the soft
glow of low voltage lighting. I stirred, my cock sliding over the creamy
skin of Dillon's bare butt cheek, and shuddered slightly at the smooth
contact. I moved back slightly, and peered down between us, savoring the
sight of my tumescent cock resting against that perfect boy ass. My arm was
trapped under Dillon's side, with my palm against his chest, so I rubbed my
fingertip over his small nipple. He stirred, and moaned softly, slowly
coming awake as I toyed with his soft nipple. His blond head lifted off the
lounge, and he glanced around, then, rolled his head, to look over his
shoulder at me. He smiled, and blinked a few times, then said, "It got
dark, almost." I winked at him, and nodded, saying, "Yup...pretty close,
anyway...seems that we had a small nap." He nodded, and I extricated my arm
from under him, then, rolled, and stood up, nearly falling, as I suddenly
realized that my swim trunks were halfway down my thighs. I chuckled, and
reached down to tug them back in place, when Dillon said, "You don't need
to do that...its', like, already past six o'clock, I bet." I laughed, and
replied, "Yes, I'm sure it is....so then....what...you feel like going
naky?" He giggled, and nodded, answering, "Sure...it will be pretty cool
doing that, don't you think?" I chuckled again, and, by way of an answer,
pushed the trunks all the way down, then, stepped out of them. Dillon
watched with interest, eyeing my dangling cock and balls, then mumbled,
"Awesome!" and reached down to peel out of the tiny thong that was still
around his smooth thighs. As he lifted his legs, and pulled his knees to
his chest, to reach the thong, his little butt parted, and his tiny, pink
pucker popped into view. I groaned, hungrily eyeing the small, perfect
rosebud, and felt my mouth flood with saliva, as I briefly considered
dropping to my knees, and burying my face into that tempting place. Before
I could act on the sudden impulse, he peeled the thong free, and lowered
his legs again. His sweet boyhood rested softly against his crinkled
scrotum, no more than a couple of inches in its relaxed state, but totally
cute, none the less. I reached down, and gave the mushroom cap a tender
tweak, and asked, "You hungry, champ....its getting to be dinner time. His
pretty blue eyes flashed, and he grinned, nodding his head, and replied,
"For sure....its been, like, forever since lunch." I laughed, marveling
again at the voracious culinary abilities of such a slim boy, and told him,
"Ok, then....why don't you hit the shower, and I'll go put something
together for dinner." He agreed, and got up, then, walked toward the house,
while I eyed his pert little butt, once more.

   Being a well practiced jar, can, or package bachelor, my pantry is
pretty well stocked with easy-to-prepare, last minute fare, and I quickly
found some prepared Marinara sauce which I put on the stove, along with a
big pot of water for pasta. I tossed together a green salad and returned it
to the fridge to keep it crisp, then dug out a tube of refrigerated French
rolls, spread them on a baking sheet, and turned on the oven. I put a low
flame under the sauce, and the pasta water, then, headed off to my own
shower.

   As I walked into my bathroom, Dillon was standing naked in front of the
mirror, busily fluffing his blond hair. His creamy skin glowed with a soft
pink from his shower, and I stood there a second just admiring his youthful
beauty. He caught my eye in the mirror, and smiled, and as I passed him
going to the stall, I lightly patted his cute butt, and dipped my finger
into his crease, gently probing his tight little oval. He squealed, and
laughed, saying, "I'll give ya a week to stop that!" I laughed, and poked a
bit firmer at the sweet spot, then, stepped inside the stall, and turned on
the shower. When I had finished, and stepped back out, Dillon was gone,
though the room was filled with the sweet, boyish scents of him. I toweled
off, and combed my hair, then, reluctantly brushed my teeth, saddened
slightly at eradicating his lingering taste from my mouth. I wrapped the
towel around my waist, unsure that he had remained naked, and headed back
to the kitchen.

   Dillon was standing at the stove, the cabinet hiding his body below the
waist, so I still couldn't be sure if he had dressed, or not. He stirred
the sauce idly, and I saw his eyes flick to my towel draped waist, then
back, to look at me. A wicked little smile crossed his face, and he held up
one hand, signaling for me to stay where I was. I stopped, and he gave the
sauce another stir, then, put down the spoon, and grinned at me, as he
moved to his left, stepping out from behind the counter. "Surprise!" he
chirped, and my eyes went wide, as I focused on his middle. He had, indeed,
gotten dressed, in a manner of speaking, as he now wore a new pair of the
soft cotton briefs that I had grown so fond of, so quickly. The boy's
ability to stimulate my senses through his incredibly sexy choice of attire
was astounding, and this time was certainly no exception. The tiny briefs
were similar to the very special pair that now resided in my dresser
drawer, the ones that he had presented me at the mall, freshly decorated
with a deposit of his sweet boy honey. This new pair was equally tiny, a
stark black in color, and of the same ultra soft, and clingy, material as
the others, and it equaled the earlier pair in clearly defining his
boyhood. There appeared to be some small white lettering in the area that
folded softly around the contour of his penis, but from my distance, I
couldn't make it out. He struck one of his erotic little poses, hips
slightly cocked to one side, and his knees slightly bent, and together. He
raised his arms above his head, and entwined his delicate fingers, once
more flashing that creamy underarm skin that drove me crazy, and smiled
sweetly, as he asked, "You like?" I stared, probably looking very much like
a mean junk yard dog eyeing an intruder, who is just topping the fence into
his space, and replied, "It will do, I guess." Dillon blinked, slightly
stunned at my reply, then said, incredulous, "It will.....DO.....that's it?
I laughed, holding my arms out toward him, and confessed, "Just kidding,
champ.....it is...you are....as usual....totally stunning!" He broke into a
grin, and hurried across the room to leap into my arms, and I gripped his
firm buns in my hands, spinning us around a few times, as his small fists
pummeled my back. "You're awful!" he chirped, "not liking my new undies
that I got just for you!" I set him down, laughing, and gently kissed his
soft cheek, saying, "You know better than that, Dillon....I totally love
all of the sexy stuff you wear....and the sexy stuff you don't wear, too!"
He giggled, and I turned him to stand in front of me while I bent down to
read the small white letters on the front of the fly-free panty. I
chuckled, nodding in complete agreement with what was printed there, to
wit, "Contents: Pure Boy!" I gave his pretty package an affectionate grope,
and said, "Now, ain't THAT the truth!" Dillon blushed sweetly, nodding, as
I walked to the stove, and gave the dinner preparation my full
attention.....well.....most of it, anyway.

(To Be Continued)
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