Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2008 12:41:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jody (2)

   Back in my motor home, I ate a light dinner, and after cleaning up the
kitchen, I settled in to watch some television. Thoughts of Jody kept
interfering with my concentration, and I again questioned my attraction to
such a young boy. No question he was cute as a bug, and the parts of his
lithe body that I had carefully studied for most of the afternoon
definitely fit the criteria of my personal preference, albeit it on a kind
of smaller scale than was the norm. I sat staring at the television, not
really seeing the program that was playing but rather visualizing Jody
there dressed in the soft and well fitting jeans.

    He was a little on the petite side for being nearly fourteen, I
decided, thinking that he must have been around five six or seven, and
certainly not more than one twenty, or twenty five. I smiled as I pictured
his cherubic face, and his bright little smiles that showed even rows of
very white teeth, and I reflected on his peaches and cream complexion, his
suntanned skin flawless, with just the faintest hint of a darkening line of
fuzz on his upper lip that certified his passage through puberty was well
in progress. That indication was bolstered by the sparse growth of fine
hair tufts I had noted in his creamy underarms, and by the emerging
development of the musculature of his arms, and smooth chest even though
his smooth little tummy still carried the last vestiges of what had once
been baby fat.

   Closing my eyes, I visualized his small and dark nipples, and the tiny
cave of his navel, and the gentle swells behind the soft material of his
jeans, and tried to imagine what his young treasures might look like both
in repose, and fully excited. My own cock stirred as I pictured the boy
naked, with his boyish pride and joy rigid and jutting off his groin with
what I imagined to be a silky and snug little pouch dangling below, and I
shuddered as I imagined touching him everywhere, my fingers grazing over
that satiny skin to elicit pleasures heretofore unknown to the boy. I
actually made an audible groaning sound as I clearly imagined my hand
wrapped around the thin stalk of his pulsing boyhood, while my other hand
gently fondled his taut balls, and I groaned again as I imagined that rigid
young nail filling my mouth with its creamy nectar. My erection throbbed,
and I felt the wetness of my oozing precum in my shorts, and I dragged
myself back to reality, slightly stunned by the strong desire I felt for
this young boy that had suddenly somehow become the main focus of my life.

   Rousing myself from my reverie, I stood, and then followed my pulsing
erection back to the small but highly functional bathroom of the motor home
where I quickly stripped out of my clothes, and stepped into the shower. As
I went through the motions of showering, my lurid thoughts and visions of
Jody refused to abate, and my aching erection continued to react to the
images, and without being really conscious of doing it, I jerked off a
massive load, my thick emissions liberally spraying along the wall and
floor of the stall as I imagined ejecting the forceful load deep inside
Jody's pretty little ass. God, I thought as I slowly came down from the
stunning orgasm, I really need to get a grip here...I mean, shit...he is
just a kid! I chuckled then, the mental speaking of the "S" word reminding
me of Jody's bent for using the word, and I shook my head, still unable to
fully understand my seeming obsession with this boy. I made my rounds,
buttoning up the motor home for the night, and then slid into the
comfortable bed, and finally drifted off to sleep, my mind still filled
with erotic thoughts of Jody.

   The new day dawned bright and sunny, my little spot on the planet
cloaked under an Azure blue and cloudless sky, and after dispensing with my
morning ablutions, I drank a tall glass of orange juice, and a pot of
coffee as I impatiently clock watched until it was finally time to go and
meet Jody at the pool as we had arranged. I got on my swim trunks, and
pulled a clean tee shirt over my head, and then stepped into my sandals,
grabbed a fresh towel, and headed out. Surprising myself yet again, I
realized that my pulse was racing as I anticipated seeing the young cutie
again, and I willed myself to chill out, telling myself that he was simply
a friendly kid who happened to be bored, and probably a little bit lonely,
and that he wasn't remotely interested in any of the things that seemed to
have captivated my demented mind ever since I had laid eyes on him. Each of
those honorable thoughts totally evaporated the second that I stepped
through the gate to the pool area and spotted Jody already stretched out
face down on one of the padded lounges that circled the pool.

   I actually stopped in mid-step, and I struggled to stifle the loud groan
that desperately wanted to escape my gaping mouth as I stared at the
boy. His smooth and toasty tanned form was like a sea of silky young flesh,
and the only thing hiding that delicious little ass was a very tight, and
very small and very bright red Speedo swim suit! I was seemingly frozen in
place as I continued to stare at him, and my heart was suddenly a trip
hammer in my chest, and I bit down on my tongue in an effort to dispel the
erection that threatened to pop to attention inside my trunks. I gulped,
blinking rapidly as if unable to believe what I was seeing. The tiny suit
molded to the twin mounds of Jody's perfect little ass like it had been
sprayed on from an aerosol can, and what little slack that existed in the
clingy garment defined the snug crease that divided those mounds in a most
inviting way. Finally finding my legs, I moved across the pool deck, and
circled Jody's lounge, and then sat down on an adjacent one facing him. He
had his face buried into his folded arms, and his mop of soft hair hung
over his face hiding it so I couldn't really see him. I let my eyes trail
down over his smooth back, and nearly groaned again as my gaze settled on
that little bubble butt once more. I shuddered, and then leaned in close to
him, and his fresh scent flooded my senses with a strong desire to taste
him everywhere at once. He stirred slightly, and then his head came up off
his arms, and his lithe body jerked in sudden surprise, as he blinked back
at me, and yelped,

   "SHIT!"

   The outburst startled me, and I reflexively pulled back, and Jody smiled
then in recognition as his sweet features softened and he said,

   "Shit Rob...you scared the shit out of me Dude!"

   I laughed at his over use of his favorite phrase, and then apologized
for having startled him, and I had barely gotten it said when I was
rendered completely speechless, because he rolled over onto his back, and
raised his arms above his head, and then stretched. Whether I groaned
outwardly or only in my head I wasn't sure, but I nearly made myself dizzy
from the rapid movements of my eyes as I scoped out his abject beauty from
head to toe, and then settled my hungry gaze on the small swatch of smooth
material that clung to his front side treasures every bit as enticingly as
it had clung to his sweet little ass. The definition of his penis was
unmistakable where it lay in a mostly sideways direction across his groin,
and the lump of his balls was equally discernable nestled just below. I
gulped, and my mouth instantly refilled with saliva, and I tried
desperately to drag my gaze away from that well packed Speedo, but I was
simply unable to manage it, even though I was certain that Jody was
watching me stare at his ample treasures. Finally the silence was broken as
he said simply, his tone purely conversational,

   "Anderson."

   Not understanding, I managed to shut my hanging jaw, and roll my eyes up
to meet his smiling gaze and I said, astute and glib as always,

   "Huh?"

   "Anderson" he repeated, and then elaborated, "as in Anderson High
School...that's what the "A" stands for...this is my dive team uniform."

   Daring to glance back at the bulging Speedo, I noticed for the first
time a small letter "A" blazoned in stark white against the vibrant red
cloth slightly off center on one side. Funny, as obvious as it was, I had
never even noticed it before. Pulling myself together as best I could, I
again forced my eyes to meet his, and I replied,

   "Really...?...cool...and here I was thinking that it must stand for
"awesome!"

   He gave that a short beat, and then giggled as he caught my meaning, and
he blushed slightly as he murmured,

   "You're bad...!"

   I winked at him, and smiled sweetly as I thought to myself, yes I
am...very bad, indeed, and I made a mental note to become much more
interested in high school level competitive diving when I got back home.

   The slightly awkward moment quickly passed, and we chatted a while, Jody
filling me in on his diving background, apparently a sport he had gotten
interested in when he was a seventh grader and he had failed to make the
swim team at some aquatic club his family belonged to. His slim and petite
stature hadn't really been suited to the rigors of speed swimming, and one
of the coaches had suggested he give diving a try instead, and he had
apparently taken to the sport like a duck takes to water, and when he had
entered high school the previous fall he had easily made the Freshman dive
team. I suppose it was that background that made the boy fully comfortable
with wearing the brief little Speedo, and I gave silent thanks to whomever
it had been that at some point had decided that Speedo's were to be the
standard attire for competitive swimmers and divers. And, as I continued to
sneak appreciative glances at his ample treasures, I clung to my version
that the little white "A" did indeed stand for "Awesome."


   After some mild imploring on my part Jody shyly consented to demonstrate
a few of his specialty dives, and he did so flawlessly while I marveled at
his grace and coordination, and of course his incredibly sexy little
body. He was poetry in motion as he stepped smartly to the end of the
spring board and all but preened as he held his lithe body rigidly erect
while he took in deep gulps of air, and then with the merest little flick
of his narrow hips he catapulted very nearly vertical high into the air
where he executed a series of twists and rolls before knifing his body
neatly into the pool with barely a ripple. I could have watched him all
day, or forever, but after several well executed performances, he declared
it time to feed him, and so we pulled on our tee shirts, and headed over to
the small café for some breakfast.

   There were a few scattered seniors seated at tables, and our entrance
drew little attention as we settled at a window table. I pushed my chair
well back, and crossed my legs as I perused the menu with one eye while the
other one made a closer perusal of Jody's bulges, and I already knew
exactly what it was I wanted to eat, but in the end, I settled for
traditional ham and eggs with hash browns and some wheat toast. Jody
devoured a tall pile of French toast swimming in butter and syrup along
with a double-side of bacon, and I marveled at his ability to gorge that
way and remain as petite as he was. Maybe, I decided, all those calories
end up where all those delicious looking bulges were filling that Speedo.

   Back at the pool Jody and I swam and sunned, our conversation easy and
relaxed, and sprinkled with periods of silence while we just relaxed in the
warm comfort of the day. By mid-afternoon it had grown quite warm, and my
not so well tanned skin was feeling the effects of the sun, so I told Jody
that I thought I had absorbed my ration of UV for the day, and thought
maybe it was time to head for cover. He agreed, and then asked me if I had
any movies to watch in my RV, and I named the ones I could remember from my
collection, and he perked up at one of them, asking if he could either
borrow it, or come and watch it with me. Of course I was only too pleased
with the prospect of having him to myself in the privacy of the motor home,
and with the opportunity to continue enjoying his sexy display of skin and
bulges, so I quickly suggested that we go back to my coach, and watch the
movie together.

   Inside the motor home, I closed door, and set the AC to a comfortable
setting against the warm afternoon, then slid the DVD into the player, and
turned it on. Jody settled onto the sofa, stretching his legs out long
ways, and I parked in my recliner which was at exactly the correct angle to
afford me unlimited viewing of his tempting package without being obvious.
An hour passed in relative silence save for the movie dialog and I spent
the vast majority of my time staring at that tiny Speedo and imagining it's
contents, and in truth it was driving me crazy. I was fully entranced; much
like the moth is to the flame, even though he inevitably gets burned. I had
become so entranced in fact that I got myself totally busted staring at his
stuff when he suddenly turned toward me and asked if I had anything cold to
drink. I'm certain that he caught me red handed, or actually red faced, as
I felt the warm rush flood my face as he plainly caught me staring
google-eyed at his bulging crotch.

   "Um...sure...you bet...in the fridge...just...um... help yourself
to...uh...whatever you like." I stammered.

   He turned up the corners of his lush mouth in a coy little smile, then
nodded, and pushed himself off the sofa. As he walked past me, my chair
placed my face at the exact level of that bulging crotch, and my breath
caught in my throat as his scent washed over me, a youthful freshness mixed
with faint chlorine from the pool. I shamelessly swiveled my head to watch
that perfect little butt as he walked to the kitchen, and then I made a
serious effort to divert my attention to the movie on the screen of the TV,
while I tried to make up my feverish mind whether he looked better coming,
or going away. Before any real decision was reached, he was back, and he
stopped, standing directly in front of my chair with that packed little
Speedo filling my view, and that youthful scent again wafting over me. He
simply stood there, holding a can of Coke in his hand, and saying nothing.
I inhaled deeply, savoring his heady aromas, and my eyes were shamelessly
riveted on his bulging boyhood while the next few seconds seemed like
hours. My heart was pounding so hard that I heard it as a dull thud in my
ears, and my breathing had turned rapid, and shallow. I tried really hard
to roll my eyes upward to look at him, but there was simply no chance I was
going to make it happen, and, if I live to be a hundred and fifty I will
never, ever forget what happened next.

   Without a peep, Jody spread his coltish legs slightly wider, and I heard
him inhale a deep breath, and his hips cocked forward just slightly, and
that bulge I had been visually devouring all day began to move, and swell,
and lengthen. Breathless, I watched intently as his penis hardened, and the
shaft of it pressed firmly against the thin material of the Speedo, and as
if moving in full slow motion, I saw my arm raise, and my hand move to the
front of the Speedo where it paused for maybe a mili-second, and then my
fingers closed over that thick shaft of boyhood, and squeezed it firmly. My
God, it was simply incredible, so hard that it might have been of glass, or
steel, and I felt the life in it pulsing under my firm grip, and I swore I
could feel the heat of it, and the rapidly flowing blood that coursed
through it. Jody let go of the deep breath then, a loud whooshing sound
seeming to fill the room, and his lithe body gave a shudder, as he pushed
his small hips forward, driving his rampant erection against my gripping
hand. Instinct prevailed then, and I began pumping him, my hand working up
and down on his rigid stem as my free hand moved to prod at the lump of his
balls, and in what seemed like only a few seconds, Jody grunted, and rocked
up onto his toes as his hips thrust strongly forward, and his boyhood
treasure bucked sharply in my pumping grasp, and he shuddered strongly
again as his sperm jetted repeatedly into his tiny Speedo.

   In the seconds that followed, I'm not sure which of us was the most
stunned. I felt his penis stop ejaculating, and then it began to soften
slightly, and I stopped working it, though I continued to grip it firmly.
Jody shuddered once more, and then just sort of wilted, as he pulled away
from my grip, and collapsed back onto the sofa, his chest rising and
falling as he swallowed air. His soft eyes fluttered several times, and he
looked over at me, his soft cheeks flushed, and hot looking.  I stared back
at him, still not believing what had just happened, and finally that sweet
little smile painted over his face, and he mumbled, all too typically Jody,

   "SHIT...holy shit...that was...awesome!"

   I felt the air rush from my lungs, and that was when I realized that I
had been holding my breath for a very long time, and his proclamation
filled me with a sense of relief, and I smiled broadly, and nodded my head,
as I replied,

   "Yea...it sure as SHIT was...definitely...awesome as...SHIT!"

(To Be Continued)
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