Date: Thu, 11 Mar 2010 10:41:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Irresistible Boy (2)

Irresistible Boy
By
Storyguy22
(2)

   If ever you find yourself presented with an opportunity to share a
shower with a fourteen year old boy, I highly recommend that you seize it
without hesitation. Over the course of my lifetime I have enjoyed countless
showers, but none of them could have held a candle to the one I was
currently enjoying with Scotty.

   There was just something highly erotic about running my soap slippery
hands over his smooth nakedness, and if I were to judge by the rigidness of
his delightful boy-stick, Scotty shared my enthusiasm. Squirting a large
dollop of the soap gel onto my hand, I reached for his rampant erection and
gripped it, pumping my fist along its length as the boy squealed with
pleasure, his bubbly little butt thrusting against my grip. As I milked his
penis I brought my other hand up to gently cup his balls and roll them
between my fingers, and Scotty shuddered as he gushed,

   "Oh gosh...that feels really good!"

   I chuckled, tugging down on his pouch a bit as I replied,

   "It does indeed feel good...you really have lovely equipment, Scotty!"

   Still pumping his pretty little butt, he reached for my half-hard cock
and held it in his delicate fingers as he told me,

   "I like yours too...it's so thick, and I really like your curly pubes,
too!"

   Laughing at his remark, I stopped rubbing his erection and pinched a few
fine strands of his own sparse pubic sprouts and tugged on them, the soft
silkiness of their fine texture not lost on my sense of touch, and he
squealed again, giggling as he firmly clamped down on my rapidly stiffening
cock as he yelped,

   "Hey...no fair yanking on my pubes...don't be pulling any out, okay, I
don't have very many as it is!"

   I resumed stroking his boyhood as I nodded my agreement and said,

   "Okay, okay...you're right...I wouldn't want to pull out half of the
twelve or so you have...wouldn't be right."

   "You Turkey..." he yelped, "Don't be making fun of my bald dick!"

   Giggling, he began feigning pounding me with his fists, so I slid my
hands into his smooth underarms and lifted him up, his peals of giggling
echoing in the tiled bathroom. I spun him around, and then put him down as
I grabbed the perfect little mounds of his butt in my hands and told him,

   "I could never make fun of your perfect dick, Scotty, bald or not...just
like I could never make fun of this pretty little butt of yours."

   He stopped his wiggling around then, and he looked back at me over his
shoulder and said,

   "Really...?...you think that my butt is pretty?"

   Kneading the succulent pillows of firm flesh I answered,

   "Yup, I definitely do think it's beautiful...perfect...like all of you."

   He craned his neck to watch me work his buns, and he jumped a little
when I dipped my index finger into his tight little crease where I slid it
over his tiny pucker a few times.

   "Eww...yikes...don't touch there...that's nasty!" he chirped as I again
probed his tiny treasure with a fingertip.

   "Nasty...?...no way, Little Bud, I just used about a quart of soap gel
on your naked little body...besides, when it's done right, being touched
there is really very special." I told him.

   He stayed silent, but seemed a little unsure of it all, so I gave up
toying around his little pucker and moved my hands to his front side as I
pulled his lithe body against me. I dropped my hand down to recapture his
rampant boyhood, and resumed stroking it as I gently rocked my hips,
causing my own slick erection to glide enticingly along the smooth wetness
of his back. He relaxed his weight back into me which added delicious
friction to my pulsing cock, and for a while we both just kind of went with
what we had going, the sweet feelings making us both mellow while at the
same time our mutual lust was rapidly elevating.

   Scotty was making low moaning sounds as I steadily stroked his rigid
boyhood from behind, and my own body was very much enjoying the sensation
of humping his silky skin and I knew if this continued much longer it was
going to end in another explosive orgasm for us both. Well, I decided, what
exactly would be so bad about that, so I picked up the pace a bit, my fist
working his pretty cock while I humped his back a little faster.

   I had apparently accurately assessed the situation given that Scotty
suddenly began jerking his narrow hips in sync with my stroking, and his
mewing noises became louder as I felt his boyhood spasm in my grip, jets of
his creamy ejaculate spewing forth to slime the shower wall with his sweet
nectar. I was right there with him as I pulled him closer and shot my own
ground-shaking load all over the slippery skin of his back in repeated
spurts that drizzled down his silky smooth back. As our orgasms subsided
Scotty kind of wilted back into me as I held him, the lingering shudders
still coursing through me as I leaned back against the cool wet tiles. I
savored the stunning visual of my streamers of cum trailing onto his plump
little buns for a second or two, and then I spun him around to face me as I
hugged his quivering little body. I kissed the top of his wet head, and
then told him,

   "Wow, Tiger...that was awesome...now I guess I need to wash your back
and cute little butt again...seems I made quite the mess!"

   Giggling, he pulled away, feigning horror that I would actually shoot
cum all over him, and then he spun around to present that lovely butt once
more as he peered over his shoulder, smiling, as he replied,

   "So clean up your mess then, Mister...jeez...shame on you for doing that
nasty thing all over me!"

   Picking up the soap gel jug, I squirted a liberal drizzle of the gel
onto his back and butt, and then took my sweet time spreading it around as
an excuse to again fondle his sweet mounds. Finally, we rinsed off as the
last of the hot water gave out, and then we stepped out of the shower where
I wrapped us both in bath towels, and then hustled him back to the bed
where we cuddled up, still wrapped in out towels. We played a bit of footie
and I savored the sweet, boyish scents of him as we rested. It had been an
amazing afternoon to say the least, and it took its toll as we spooned
together on the comfortable bed, a sweet slumber slowly settling over us
both as the late afternoon sun flooded the room.

(End Part Two)
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