Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2006 14:12:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jason's Blue Bicycle (4)

   Lawson continued to cuddle young Jason, lightly caressing his silky
smooth skin, as the boy recovered from his intense orgasm. As Lawson
fingered the now soft, and very small penis that lay resting atop the spent
little marbles of the boy's balls, his gaze settled on the nearby length of
black velvet cloth that the boy had sprayed his precious nectar across, and
he smiled, sniffing deeply, as his senses registered the unmistakable aroma
of fresh, young semen, and he longed for the moment that he would be able
to fondle the soft cloth, and lick at the darkening wet spots with his
tongue, as he savored the lingering flavors of the pretty young boys
essence. Lawson had been surprised, and certainly pleased, at the force,
and volume, of the boy's ejaculation, and, at the surprising trajectory of
the youths creamy pellets, as they had volleyed forth across the black
cloth, peppering it with numerous small puddles of boy-honey, much whiter,
and thicker than the man would have expected from such a young shooter. He
unconsciously licked his lips, imagining the boy's rigid little nail
gliding in and out of his mouth, and erupting there, spraying that lovely
nectar across his tongue much as it had the velvet. As he gave the slightly
blue tinted cock head a gentle squeeze, he told himself, all in good time,
indeed, all in good time.

   The boy stirred finally, and uncurled his shapely legs, and stretched
his lithe naked body, a small, tired groan escaping from him, as he looked
up, his dark, sultry eyes meeting the man's, as he blushed prettily, a
heart-melting look of little boy shyness painting over his angelic face, as
if suddenly aware of his nakedness against the clothed man, and of his
recent actions. Lawson smiled warmly at the lad, moving his hand to lightly
ruffle his soft hair, as he winked, and asked,

   "Feeling rested now, Jason...?"

   The boy nodded his head, and Lawson loved how the soft bangs danced on
his smooth forehead, as he replied,

   "Yes sir, I'm fine...but...I think I better...um...get dressed....and get
home...if I'm late, I might get grounded, and...well...if that happened, I
couldn't come back for...uh...work...tomorrow..."

   Lawson smiled, his cock jerking strongly in his slacks at the boy's
referring to tomorrow, and, more "work." He ruffled his soft hair once
more, and nodded, as he said,

   "Quite right, young Jason....indeed...we certainly can't have any of
that...there is much to be done...much more...."special"...modeling...and more
pay to be earned, as well..."




Jason grinned widely, again nodding his agreement, as he shuffled to his
feet, and moved off to retrieve his meager clothing from where it had
puddled on the floor. As he bent to gather the shorts, briefs, and shirt,
Lawson hungrily eyed the perfection of his pretty little ass cheeks, and
the inviting little cleft that divided the delicious melons, and his cock
gave another lurch, oozing wetly into the man's already sodden briefs. Such
a beautiful young boy, he thought, just perfect, and, with careful
execution, and small, gentle steps, he will be mine for the taking. He
watched carefully as the boy slid the tiny white briefs up his colt-like
legs, and gathered the snug material over his cute little package, then,
stepped into the shorts, and secured them as well. Sitting on the edge of
the day bed, he managed his shoes, and tied the laces, then stood, and
shrugged into the tee shirt, as Lawson let his hungry gaze linger as long
as possible on the smooth expanse of bare tummy, and boyish chest. He
sighed, and pushed himself to his feet, his hand adjusting his rock hard
penis in his slacks, as the boys eyes followed, and he blushed again,
giggling sweetly, at the man's obvious boner. Lawson chuckled, pushing
firmly down on his throbbing cock, as he told the boy,

   "Yes, well young Jason, this is the result of my very good fortune at
having such a very attractive, and sexy, "special" model, you see."

   Jason blushed brighter, his eyes still fixed on the seeming enormity of
the man's swollen penis, and he nodded shyly, then squeaked,

   "Should I be sorry for that, Sir...?...it looks...uncomfortable,
Sir...and...well...really big...too, Sir..."

   Lawson guffawed loudly, then chuckled, as he shook his head, and quickly
replied,

   "Most definitely not, my boy...not at all sorry...this...is the best thing
to happen to an old man in a very long time...and...you are to be proud...not
sorry...not in the least...and...I will, um, handle it...much as you did so
well....though not nearly as sexily, I'm sure...you, Son, are without doubt
the very best "special" model I have ever encountered in all f my years
behind the camera...and I thank you for that opportunity...as I look forward
to more of your excellent...work...tomorrow...!"

   Jason drug his soft eyes away from the man's burgeoning erection then,
the soft blush on his creamy cheeks deepening further still, as he nodded,
and turned toward the door. He opened it, and paused, looking over his
shoulder at the man, as he said, in his soft, boyish voice,

   "Thank you, Sir...for everything...and, I will see you
tomorrow...for...work...to earn money for my special bike, Sir...I want it so
very badly....!"

   Lawson nodded, then, on impulse, moved quickly to the boy, and bent to
kiss the top of his head, the fresh scent of his hair flooding his senses,
as he said,

   "Yes, boy, I know that you do, and, your excellent...work...will soon
provide the necessary means for you to have it...soon, son...very soon...now,
hurry on, so that you have no trouble at home...oh, and be sure not to share
the details of our...work...with anyone, as well...it must remain our little
secret, you understand...?"

   Jason nodded enthusiastically, mumbling a muffled "yes sir," as he moved
across the landing, and started down the walkway, tossing a small wave as
he went. Lawson waved as well, and watched the boys pretty butt out of
sight, then, closed the studio door, and moved quickly to retrieved the
treasured swatch of black velvet, along with his camcorder. He ejected the
disc from the recorder, and slid it into the DVD player, and turned on the
TV, as he all but ripped open his severally tented trousers, and freed his
aching, drooling cock. He dropped onto the day bed, bringing the sweetly
soiled velvet to his mouth, and nose, inhaling the incredible aroma of the
youthful essence, as he licked at the cloth, and turned his attention to
the TV. He groaned loudly, hungrily reliving the amazing scene of the boy
stroking that delicious boyhood, and the intense ejaculation of sweet,
young cum, as his own cock literally exploded in his stroking fist,
shooting long, thick, ropes of his heavy cum everywhere. Oh god, his
feverish mind processed, I have to have him, all of him, at any cost!

   His pent-up lust temporarily slacked, Lawson moved to his computer,
inserting the first of his memory cards, and began scrolling slowly through
the myriad of scrumptious images of the lovely young Jason, as his erection
once more swelled at his groin, and he slowly stroked it, as he hungrily
eyed the delectable shots. Definitely, he decided, definitely
tomorrow.... that coveted blue bicycle can be all his... tomorrow.... if he
plays his cards.... just right!

(To Be Continued)
Storyguy22@yahoo.com

Note: A short chapter, and my apologies....wanted a fresh post before a
busy weekend...stand by for a much more definitive dissertation regarding
the definition of young Jason... "playing his cards... just right...!" SG22