Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2008 14:22:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jody (1)

This is a work of fiction, and all the usual disclaimers apply. The story
depicts sexual activity between a man and boy, so you have been advised.

(1)


   After completing the setup routine on the motor home, I followed my
usual routine when landing in a new RV park by taking a walk around the
compound to check out the various amenities the place had to offer. While I
actually did own a real home, I often wondered why I did, given how
precious little time I had actually spent there over the last couple of
years. I also spent roughly the same amount of time questioning the wisdom
of my decision to accept the promotion from project engineer to project
manager that had been offered me year before last. While the pay rate for
the manager job was significantly higher, the job also required my on-site
presence during the construction of the job, whereas my prior engineer
position had been strictly an office kind of position with stationary
office hours, and I hadn't really given a lot of thought to the extensive
travel and away from home time that this job entailed.

   Be that as it may, I had managed to adjust fairly well to the motor home
lifestyle spread across a number of different RV parks around the three
state area that my company operated in, and I had to admit that I kind of
enjoyed the variety of my new work, and the opportunity to meet new and
interesting people that was a by-product of the extensive travel. In truth,
the travel had in a way broadened me given that at home I was a bit of a
recluse who frequently opted out of social invitations in deference to my
enjoyment of quiet times at home alone. I am a quiet sort of person, even a
bit shy, truth be told, and that nature was further complicated by the fact
that I am a gay man, albeit it not one that had any sort of interest in the
gay "scene," and certainly not the gay clubs, or nightlife. The lack of
interest in that lifestyle obviously didn't do a lot to enhance my sex
life, or rather the near lack thereof, given that my proclivities in that
area ran to men much younger in age than my own late thirties, and young
guys in their late teens and early twenties were mostly party animals by
nature. To summarize, I was dangerously close to emulating the barren sex
life of a Tibetan Monk, and closer still to being a favored candidate for
poster boy of the old adage about "all work, and no play."

   Shrugging off my "feel sorry for myself" attitude, I began following the
meandering concrete pathway that wandered through the good sized RV park,
walking slowly as I checked out the wide variety of homes on wheels that
populated the well spaced campsites. This particular park was clearly at
the upper end of the scale that I had begun using to rate these places,
with an abundance of lush landscaping, and a large variety of flowering
plant life. There was a large and sparkling swimming pool surrounded by a
generous concrete deck area replete with comfortable looking lounges, and
several umbrella tables and padded chairs. At one end of the pool area
stood a good sized block building that housed his and her rest rooms, and
changing areas which, according to the brochure I had gotten on check-in,
included hot showers as well. Outside the wrought iron fence that
surrounded the entire pool area, and across a narrow strip of asphalt road
stood another building that consisted of a small convenience store, a
coffee shop/snack bar combination, and another space that a roof mounted
sign identified as a recreation room and video game arcade. The suggestion
of coffee struck a chord, so after checking out the pool facilities, I
headed over there to seek fulfillment of my sudden craving.

   Inside the coffee shop, I asked for a cup to go, and then went back
outside, and wandered to the far end of the building to have a look at the
recreation room. I stepped inside, and the first thing I noticed was a
table tennis setup at one end of the room, and a pool table at the opposite
end. At the back of the room was an arched doorway that apparently led to
the video game area, based upon the multitude of beeping noises and
simulated gunfire that emanated from the space. I wandered over to the
arched entrance to the arcade and moved into the space to confront a
multitude of video game consoles scattered about with their display boards
flashing with bright colored lights. My eyes adjusted to the dimness of the
space, and then settled on some detected movement at the far side of the
room. Seated at one of the consoles was a young boy who was apparently
completely absorbed by the action of the game he was playing, and I
chuckled at his enthusiasm as he mashed wildly on the control buttons while
his little butt squirmed all over the seat beneath him.

   I moved closer, and registered the fact that he was shirtless, and I
paused a moment to admire the smoothness of his well tanned skin, and the
definition of his muscles as he flexed his slender arms with the
controller. He was young definitely, and slim, with a nest of nearly blond
hair that was long enough to cover his ears, and the back of his neck. He
was wearing well faded and soft looking jeans that had obviously seen many
a trip through the laundry, and he was bare footed. Just as I approached
from his left rear he apparently executed some sort of erroneous move with
the controller, and in doing so he apparently lost the game, as the machine
suddenly emitted a series of foul screeching noises as the light board
flared brightly, and painted up the dreaded "game over" message onto the
screen in flashing red letters.

   "SHIT!" shrieked the boy, as he banged his fists on the game table.

   I had to chuckle, and the sound caught his attention, causing him to
turn to face me. My first thought was that the boy was drop-dead cute in a
very youthful way, and my second thought was actually more of an impulsive
reaction, and it greatly surprised me when I became aware of a sudden sharp
tingling feeling somewhere deep in the area of my balls. The sensation was
not in any way a new one, in fact it had long been my body's initial signal
of a sexual interest in another person, but I had heretofore never
experienced it when looking at a young teen boy. The thought disturbed me,
and it must have shown on my face because the boy suddenly looked wary, as
he said, the youthful voice accenting his young appearance,

   "I'm sorry Mister...I know that's a bad word...this shitty game just got
me pissed, is all."

   I laughed right out loud at that, the absurdity of his cussing while
apologizing for cussing striking me as ludicrous, and just plain funny. He
laughed then too, apparently realizing that he had just gone from bad to
worse, and then he flushed, and added fuel to the fire by blurting,

   "Aww shit...that's not what I wanted to say...anyway, I'm sorry, okay?"

   The kid was either fucking with me, or the word "shit" and its various
inflections were an ingrained part of his developing vocabulary. I laughed
again, and shook my head as I told him,

   "Don't sweat it Sport, it's not like I've never heard it before, and I
get it too, about losing the game I mean."

   He relaxed then, and gave me a sheepish little smile, and I caught
myself eyeing the satin smooth skin of his chest, and the dark little
circles of his small nipples, and the soft appearance of his flat little
tummy. Still not really sure why, I continued my downward gaze, and I all
but stared at the crotch of those soft looking jeans until it dawned on me
that I was actually hoping to see some indication of his boy parts that I
was all too aware were tucked away somewhere behind that well faded
material. The waist of the jeans hung low on his narrow waist, and I could
see just the beginning of what had to be the elastic band of a pair of
briefs, and I felt that sharp twinge in my balls again as I realized that I
was actually visualizing the boy standing there in just some small tight
underwear. What the fuck, I chastised myself, just when did you become
sexually interested in young teen boys? Somewhere deep in my skull I
actually heard myself answer, the voice like an echo, or some sort of
techno-sound effect as it replied, "maybe about two minutes ago, actually."

   The boy snapped me back to reality as he suddenly dropped his cute
little chin to his smooth chest momentarily as he tried to figure out what
was holding my rapt attention. If he figured it out, he hid it well, as he
lifted his head, and met my eyes as he asked,

   "What...?"

   I blinked several times, forcing myself back to the moment as I shook my
head, and stammered a reply, saying,

   "Um...nothing...it's all good...sorry I interrupted you...go on back to
your game, and better luck this time around."

   He flashed that engaging little smile again, and it of course had the
exact same impact on that place in my balls, as he replied,

   "Naw...I'm done...that piece of shit sucked my last quarter
already...besides, when I get all pissy at it, it always kicks my ass...so
Mister...what's your position on ping pong as a competitive
sport...?...that's a game I actually kick-ass at frequently...?"

   Not only was this boy cute as he could possibly be, and strangely
stirring in a very sexual way, I liked him and his quick wit, and even his
salty vocabulary. I considered his question for a few seconds, and realized
that he was inviting me to play ping pong with him, so I quickly accepted,
and we moved into the rec room, and across to the table. Walking to the
ends of the table, we each picked up a paddle, and he began bopping the
small white ball up and down, as he told me,

   "We should prolly know each others names before I slaughter your ass
here Dude...I'm Jody...sorta dorky name, I know, but hey...I didn't choose
it, right?"

   I chuckled, and told him that I was Robert...but called Rob mostly, and
then I admonished his "slaughter" comment by firmly telling him to just
serve the ball, and we would see. This was definitely not my first rodeo on
a ping pong table, after all.

   What followed was indeed a highly spirited and competitive ping pong
contest with neither of us ever leading by more than a couple of points,
and as we batted the small white orb back and forth we engaged in an easy
banter through which I learned that Jody was less than a month short of his
fourteenth birthday, and that he currently in the middle of a month long
trip with his Grandfather wherein the two of them had been touring Northern
California while his parents were away on a European trip that was a kind
of business related vacation.

   Jody elaborated that while the trip with Grandpa had initially been kind
of fun, and he had enjoyed seeing Yosemite National Park a lot, and the
Great America, and Marine World theme parks, he had recently become "bored
as shit," as he so succinctly phrased it, since they had landed in this
particular park about a week previous. Grandpa, it seemed, had become
greatly enamored with panning for specs of gold from the picturesque little
stream that flowed through the park, and when he had actually been
successful in finding some measurable small nuggets, he had abandoned all
other activities as he had taken to pursuing the activity on a nearly dawn
to dusk basis, leaving Jody to fend for himself. In and of itself Jody
wouldn't have minded the independence, but as it turned out, the park was
apparently devoid of any other teens, the somewhat sparse population of
RV'ers being mostly limited to what Jody described as "geezers, and old
farts."

   I of course took immediate exception to the disparaging comment on my
advancing age, and Jody quickly clarified, assuring me that by comparison
to our fellow travelers, I was actually the closest thing to being young
that he had seen since his arrival here, and beside that, anybody who could
give him grief at ping pong obviously still possessed a full compliment of
faculties. I laughed at that, and told him thanks, I think, and then
knuckled down on my game sufficient to score the final point as I beat
him. To assuage his absolute shock at losing, I offered to buy him a cold
drink, which he accepted with a very attractive little pout, and we walked
over to the coffee shop, and took a table outside on the small deck. Our
drink order delivered, Jody and I continued our easy banter, and I found
myself seizing every opportunity to continue checking out his lithe and
well tanned body, especially the numerous intriguing bulges and creases in
the lap of those soft jeans. The awareness that I was more than casually
interested in exactly what might be hidden in those soft folds still
disturbed me, but not to a point where I stopped looking, or stopped
wondering exactly what this stunning and captivating young boy would look
like naked, and erect.

   There was a nagging corner of my mind that told me that Jody was aware
of my repeated scrutiny of his young body, but even that didn't deter me,
not even on the couple of occasions where I'm sure he had actually busted
me studying the crotch of those jeans and he had quickly glanced away, his
soft looking cheeks flushing hotly as the tinniest of smiles poked at the
corners of his lush little mouth. This whole business was a new deal for
me, and I found myself enjoying it, and, if indeed Jody was aware that I
was perving him, he didn't seem to really mind. Kind of a win/win
situation, I decided, and pretty much stopped worrying about where all this
might be headed.

   When we had downed a sufficient number of drink refills to warrant a
mild scowl from the middle aged proprietor of the coffee shop, I suggested
to Jody that we probably ought to move along, and out of guilt, I left a
far too generous tip on the table as we walked away. We strolled across to
the pool area, and Jody brightened, as he eagerly told me how the pool had
been the salvation of his time here as he loved to swim, and that the
spring board was "killer' for executing the dives he loved to perform. His
gushing on about how much time he had been spending at the pool explained
the toasted marshmallow tone of his creamy and well tanned skin, and I had
a brief mental flash of him knifing that slender little body into the water
at the culmination of a well executed dive. The only thing odd about that
image was that the boy was clad in a skin tight and clingy Speedo that
molded to his treasures like a second skin, and I actually shuddered as
that thing went zing in my balls again. Speedo, I thought, not likely to be
found on any American boy over about the age of ten, but what the hell, the
image alone had been enough to thicken my cock in a noticeable way.

   Much as I was fully prepared to continue my time with this captivating
young boy well into the night, and beyond, he suddenly became aware that
the sun had sunk low on the horizon, and he told me that he had better get
back to Grandpa's motor home as he would be looking for dinner soon. We
said our goodbye's with an exchange of space numbers, and a plan to meet at
the pool for a morning swim, after which I promised to buy him breakfast at
the coffee shop which seemed to please him after what I gathered had been a
fairly steady diet of breakfast cereals. As he walked off toward his space,
I hungrily eyed the tight little swivel of his perfectly shaped little butt
which was being hugged perfectly by those soft jeans, and this time, when
my cock went fully erect, I didn't even try to talk it out of it.

(To Be Continued)
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