Date: Sat,  8 Apr 2006 18:54:42 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: First Resolutions, Part One Suntan Lotion

First Resolutions
By: Aberration

Part One - Suntan Lotion

All the usual disclaimers apply.

This is a story involving consensual sex between the principal characters,
which may include grown men and underage boys. If this type of story
offends you, or is not to your liking, then leave now. This is not true. It
is merely a figment of the author's imagination. The author does not
condone unsafe sex, and absolutely does not encourage sex with underage
people no matter the form.

Comments are welcome at aberration@hush.com


"To Keep the Truth to one's self is not a lie."  - Spock


Smitten, that's what I was, from the first second.

Oh, I've been smitten before, nearly every youth smites a minute portion of
my heart.

When its a youth that is a natural blonde, with bright, alert blue eyes,
clad in a pair board shorts (damn, wish they were Speedos) who politely
invites you to apply suntan lotion to his burgeoning, sleek and barely
adolescent body, well, let's just say the old arrhythmias were playing Ave
Maria.

But that's getting ahead of the story, a time after I allowed myself to be
seduced by the devilishly handsome and mischievous Carson Reginald
Blackwell III.

Naturally there's a fly in the ointment, a monkey in a wrench, a pain in
the ass.

He's the bosses' son.

Oh well, "Yippee Kay Yah, mother fucker!"

The annual Fourth of July/Company Picnic, small company, so it's being held
at the bosses' rather large home, complete with sparkling pool, tennis
courts and even the softball game scheduled for that evening. Yeah that's
right, he was rich enough to hire lighting just for his party.

Good fortune, Karma, what goes around comes around, call it what you will,
I had a hard time believing it was occurring for me. Carson gravitated
toward me from our first meeting, surprising since I was none to
clandestine about the effect he had on me. Perhaps it was the fact that I
was one of just a few unattached males, being single and not dating anyone,
to say nothing of being several years younger. I had only been working for
the business since February. I'd been given the speech that employees were
well treated, but I never expected it too include the bud of a rose,
perched to bloom.

Of course I didn't discourage the tender capon either, you think I'm nuts?
My only expectation was a positive boy moment, sharing a precious hour or
two of fluctuating tonal qualities, intoxicating laughter and perhaps a
friendly touch, sharing a few rare looks of this beautiful individual.

After he guided me through the very delicious lunch, sharing even that with
me was so uplifting, we played several rounds of cribbage and I got the
pants beat off me (oh how I wish). He checked his watch for the umpteenth
time.

"It's been forty-five minutes, by the time we get changed it'll be an hour,
let's go swimming!"

"I don't have a suit," cursing my bachelors' unprepared ness.

"There's plenty in the cabana, come on!" he urged by yanking my arm nearly
out of its socket.

We charged over to the rented tent facility and he knew his father, a rack
of suits was available for dimwits like me. I watched in amusement as went
about sliding the hangers, a frown not even denting his natural beauty, as
he muttered no, no, no.

"How about this," he giggled, blushed a lovely pink and held out a thong,
no bigger then one of my socks.

"Not even with YOUR body!" I grinned back.

He eyed me with a cock of his head, the blush increasing to a slight red
tinge, and I'm sure without knowing it, assumed his father's pose and did
an eerily effective version of him, when he believed he was being fed a
line of bull shit.

There was just a slight curl of his lips and he turned back to continue his
perusal. He shuffled through several more, then yanked a tastefully
patterned, long legged pair of board shorts and held them out without
looking at me.

"Com'on," he said curtly, the changing stalls are over there," and moved
catlike toward smaller tents, similar to those I'd seen in some foreign
films.

"Death in Venice", as if you had to ask, but my Tadzio was a couple of
years younger and even more stunning. I do however; wish I could see him in
that thong, but with his apparent change in mood, and my bluntness, that
possibility, slight as it was anyway, was now far beyond resolution. Ah how
quick the leopard changes its spots when it senses a kill.

"We'll use this one." He said determinedly, holding the flap back for me.

"Together?" I questioned, hovering before the gates of perdition.

"Well, yeah," he said, confusion furrowing his brow, "You said, I mean,"
and he blushed nearly crimson.

"I did, yeah," I smiled and gently put my hand on his shoulder, "and I'd
LOVE too, but I'm not sure your father would take too kindly to the
circumstances."

"Look around," he waved his head indicating the others, "See anybody paying
attention? My father, don't worry about him, he's so guilty about being too
busy for me most of the time that I can get away with just about
anything. I've got him wrapped around my little finger and not the one on
either of my hands."

Now it was my turn to eye him with a crooked glance and make my decision, a
few moments of heaven for a lifetime of hell or once again deny desire and
combat the depression it inevitably creates.

I slipped into the tent without even glancing around and tugged him in
after me.

He giggled and sat on the tiny stool to remove his expensive pair of deck
shoes, without socks of course, eyes never leaving mine and quietly
informing, "You'll need to see all of me so you can really tell I've got a
good body, I already know you do."

"Oh and just how do you know that, my cocky little friend?"

"I've seen the web site." He answered with a shit eating grin of his
own. "The guy you were with was okay, but I loved seeing you fuck his
ass. You can close your mouth now." He finished, eyes still gleaming like
the cat that captured the mouse.

He laughed, but not in a scornful manner, he was just amused at springing
his little trap. I snapped my jaw together and in a preprogrammed manner
stated, "You're too young to be reviewing that shit," and seeing his
immediate posturing, cut him off and added with the best smile I could
imagine, "but I'm glad you enjoyed it, how many times?" I continued with
the pleasure of firing him a changeup.

He never even hesitated, smashing a deep fly to left, his face more
beautiful then ever with the comeliest, come hither look I've ever seen.

"Dozens." He flatly stated.

"You know, swimming doesn't seem all that interesting right at the moment,"
I stated for the record.

He fawned putting on a thinking cap, "Hmmmm, I know, let's sneak up to my
room!" and he slide up to me, wrapping his hands around my waist, hugging
me ferociously.

"But not before you at least give me a kiss!" he softly purred and turned
his lips upward for me, eyes gently fastening closed.

I stroked his bangs with fingers of my right hand, letting it slide to
gently thumb the earlobe, lowering my mouth to feel the velvet softness of
his lips, left arm wrapping around his lower back, palming the left cheek
of his firm globes. Pulling him tight against my hip I felt him
instantaneously erecting, his firmness pressing ever more insistently
against the inside of my thigh.

Ever melt chocolate? Seen the slow dissolve from rigid to liquid?

I'm sure that's not we looked like, but that was the sensation I had, even
as my own penis performed the opposite in its turn. A slow dissolve into
the most warm, delicious phenomenon that spoke reams of what it could be
like between us, without uttering a sound, as his arms enveloped my waist
and he slowly slide his tongue between my lips.

This wasn't "swapping spit" or "making out", it was a mind meld, combining
with the physical, it was a shared passion, shared passionately. Stretching
out the clicks of time and making that time stand still. With no idea how
long, we did cease, but continued to remain together, a light grip of
assurance and the savoring of a most pleasant first resolution.

Another lost slice of phase was how we arrived in his spacious and all boy
boudoir, all the latest toys, electronic and not, posters and a nice large
racing car bed. Though that's hardly important, it just seemed to
accentuate the intense moment of that first embrace and how it had affected
me. The only other exposures I'd delved into had either been furtive
manipulations or quite lengthy attempts, both successful and not, but
Carson had taken me from stranger, to coy acquaintance, to involved partner
in less than two hours.

"So was it for fun? Or wais it like a second job?" he asked behind the
closed and locked door.

"A little bit of both," I calmly replied, "if you mean the porno I did in
college."

"Cool," he answered then began unbuttoning his shirt, but I gently stopped
him.

"If it's all right," I said moving closer, "I'd like to do that."

"Presque entendu naturellement, monsieur," attempting and not doing too
badly with a French accent, "Etre mon invité!" and seeing my lack of
comprehension, translated, "But of course sir, be my guest."

Quickly I flipped the buttons and pulled back the sides, running my hands
up the smooth silky sides, forward to graze over the barely defined
pectorals, gently giving each nipple a tweak and Carson allowed a slow moan
to breathe out. I slipped the garment off his shoulders and tossed it
aside, fingers unhesitant as they snapped open what I'm sure was an
alligator belt. The Hilfiger khaki's unhitched, their always smooth zipper
gliding down without a sound, slipping down and gathering at his ankles,
legs coated with a lovely dusting of light golden hairs. He kicks them off
his already bare feet, leaving him in just the perfect adornment for a
prosperous and classic example of pure boy just teetering on the brink of
blossoming, a pair of plain white, all cotton briefs, but Klein of course,
the ones with the marvelous black and gray accents.

"I take it back," I said seriously.

"What?" he studied me again.

"Your body," I said, running my hands from shoulders to hips, "It's far
beyond good, you are magnificent, stunning and^Å" I paused, pretending to
think.

"Sexy?" he offered.

"Sensual," I smiled. "A perfect package, with one last wrapping, and I
slipped my fingers into the band at his hips and outwardly and down slipped
his underpants to mid-thigh.

"Complete with a magic wand to transport me to the ball," I nuzzled in his
ear, then slide down and slipped his flawless, intensely erect, four and a
half inches in between my lips and suckled the first half as though a
newborn calf nursing on it's mother's teat for the first time.

"Aww GAWD!" he moaned and took my head in his hands, hips dancing with the
instinctive beat of sexual excitement, his boyhood a piston rod on a
thirty-two valve Lamborghini racing the Autobahn.

"Grrghhh," came the strangled gurgle deep from his throat, "Too fast, aw
CRIPES!" he shouted.

The movements stopped, the exception being the tight, taut little pole
quivering insanely against my tongue, which expanded, trembled once more
and then dispelled his thirteen year old nectar with three rapid fire
squirts, each accompanied by a high pitched little squeak.

Rising enough to catch the melted chunk of chocolate in my arms I slide us
over to the bed and lay him gently down and stepped back removing my
things. He watched quietly catching his breath then reached out for the
band on my boxer briefs and lowered them, his brilliant blue eyes never
leaving sight of my modest five and half inch, but thick, erection as it
bobbed and weaved in front of his nose.

As he scooted up and sat on the edge, I moved in a tad and watched in
ecstasy as his fingers gripped the base and he slide his tongue over the
slot and inhaled the slimy precum clean. Shuddering, but not moving, I let
him set the pace as he licked and kissed the shaft, then stroked it slowly
as he gently nuzzled my furry testicles.

"My gad but your lovely," I gasped as he engulfs nearly all of me in one
move.

These weren't the tongue and lips of the first timer and I couldn't help
but recall his earlier tirade and wondered how many times he'd sucked dear
old daddies, my bosses' cock or those of his friends, perhaps other family
members as well.

My reverie was broken as I felt his hands urge me to the bed and
reluctantly allowed my cock to slip out of his magnificent orifice,
delighted in the crystal string of saliva and precum that stretched, and
then broke, between his bottom lip and the engorged tip of my throbbing
erection. I swung onto the bed and lay back as he immediately went back to
work, tonguing and sucking on me, informing me just how much he enjoyed it,
with every practiced maneuver.

I felt no need to warn him, his abilities quite evident in how quickly he
brought me to the edge and I was right, the scamp stopped and switched to
my nuts, squeezing the base of my shaft to ward off my orgasm. He teased me
twice more before working me near delirious. Then shifting his lip suction
to just the crown, jacked my shaft and allowed me to implode into his young
mouth, moaning and jacking harder, gulping and jacking still, urging every
drop from my straining testicles.

After what were at least five nice pulses I collapsed back and heaved a
stuttered breath as he continued cleaning me of the minute amount he hadn't
yet swallowed. This lad was truly amazing and I was already trying to
concoct some way of seeing him again, without suspicion or arousing
attention.

"How about swimming now?" he said with that damn sensual grin, "I'll let
you suck my cock in the cabana."

I just know I'm gonna get fired!