Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2011 14:03:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lust for a Local Boy

Lust for a Local Boy
By
Storyguy22
Pure fiction, sadly, but hopefully with imagination.

When I encountered the boy for the first time I was, of all places, in a
grocery checkout line. The original awareness of his presence came by way
of that very unique and wonderful scent that seems to be ever present
wherever teenage boys appear, and it was that which caused me to turn, and
look behind me. And there he was, in line directly behind me. He was a
total stunner, a poster boy example of my personal preference when it came
to young boys, and I struggled to not stare hungrily at him.

   Fourteen, I estimated, and as cute as he could be at about 5' 8" tall,
and lean of build, maybe 130 pounds with neatly styled light brown hair,
cut regulation length and well trimmed. He was dressed in a logo style tee
shirt and those silky material basketball shorts that offered just a hint
of a bulge at the crotch as I gave him a quick once over, and there was
some barely visible peach fuzz on his lower legs and arms. He was chatting
with what may have been his dad who stood behind him, and I instantly loved
the lilt of his voice, right there on the cusp of changing over from boy to
man with the lingering occasional cracking which I found charming. I moved
to place my basket of goodies on the conveyor belt, and in doing so I
intentionally bumped him, and I quickly turned to him to apologize, and the
smile he flashed me in response sent a zinging sensation through my
balls. His smile was stunning, and his lush mouth spread to reveal perfect
teeth, and I noticed the cute dimples indenting his smooth cheeks. He met
my gaze, and for the first time I noticed his sky-blue eyes, and I had to
turn away for fear of developing an obvious erection right there. The clerk
ran my stuff through the scanner and bagged it all up as I paid, and then
scooped up the bag and looked back at the boy to again offer apologies for
my earlier clumsiness, and he flashed that killer grin again as he nodded
and mumbled something about "no worries." I stole one last quick glance at
his gently bulging crotch, wishing that I could reach out and fondle it,
and then turned away, and headed out to my rental car.

   I lingered in the parking lot, waiting for the boy to emerge from the
store, and when he did my gaze followed his every move until he and his dad
had entered a van type vehicle. As they backed out, I saw the markings on
the side of the van that identified it as a work vehicle for an
establishment called Aqua Blue Pool Service. I had to chuckle as I flashed
on several pool-boy fantasies I had favored over the years, and as the van
idled past my position, the boy looked at me, smiled and gave a small wave
which I returned as they exited the parking lot. I sighed, thinking of what
might have been, then boarded my rental, and headed to my nearby motel.

   As I lugged my grocery sack to my room I reflected on just how many of
these non-descript motels I had slept in over the past couple of years
after I had accepted a traveling assignment from my company, and decided
that whatever the actual number, it was too many. I enjoyed my work, and
the variety of towns and cities it allowed me to experience, but the
downside was always at day's end when I found myself alone and bored in
some motel room, most of which all looked pretty much alike. I had taken to
favoring the residential style places that offered rooms that were more
like a tiny apartment, complete with a galley style kitchen replete with
all necessary utensils, a small stove/oven, and microwave. Life on the road
renders one quickly tired of café dinners, and I enjoyed cooking anyway, so
I had come to prefer doing up my own dinners, hence my visit to the
grocery, and my encounter with the boy. I stowed my things and then settled
in front of the television with a cold beer, and the evening news. When
that ended, I fixed my dinner and ate, cleaned up, and took a shower. I
toyed around with some work stuff a bit, my mind constantly distracted with
recurring thoughts of the boy, and I finally gave it up, and hit the sack.


The following day ended early, just past noon when I completed my last
appointment of the day, and I headed back to the motel, an afternoon of sun
and swimming at the sparkling pool there in my plans. I changed into a swim
suit, grabbed a towel, a paperback, and a couple of beers which I iced down
in the ice bucket, and then walked out to the pool area. I pushed a lounge
into a sunny position, and settled in, becoming quickly immersed in my
novel as I sipped at a beer. After a time the sun had pushed my body
temperature up sufficiently that I was motivated for a swim, so I walked
over and jumped into the pool. I had the place all to myself, given it was
a weekday afternoon, and I enjoyed several laps of the pool length until I
was winded. I settled down on the steps in the shallow end and rested a bit
and as I gazed around at the nicely landscaped perimeter I caught sight of
a white van pulling into the parking lot where it stopped near the pool
area. My pulse rising with hopeful anticipation, I watched in awe as the
van disgorged none other than my grocery store boy from the passenger side,
and I watched carefully as he exchanged some words with the driver. He slid
open the side door and retrieved a small gym bag, and then slammed it
closed as the driver pulled away and exited the lot. The boy turned, and
began walking directly at me, and gave him the once over again. This time
he wore swim trunks decorated in a bold Hawaiian print, and another logo
type tee shirt with sandals buckled on his feet, and I was again stirred by
his abject cuteness and inherent sexiness. He entered the pool gate, and
glanced around, his gaze finally settling on me as I sat there waist deep
in the water, and after a second or two a look of recognition washed over
his now smiling face. He walked over to me, and smiled down at me as he
said,

   "Hey...hi again...I remember you...uh...the store yesterday, right?"

   I smile back, and nodded as I replied,

   "That's exactly right...and I remember you too...how's it going today?

   He shrugged, and answered,

   "It's all good, pretty much...just going to take a swim and maybe hang
out some for a while...are you staying here at the motel?"

   I nodded again, and explained,

   "Yup...for a couple of days now, actually, but today I finished work
early, so here I am...so did you come to clean the pool, or...?"

   He giggled sweetly and shook his head as he told me,

   "Not today...we do that on Mondays...but this is just a swim visit...the
manager here lets me use the pool because we are his pool cleaning
service...well, my dad is, actually...but I help him sometimes."

   "Nice," I said, "sounds like a pretty cool arrangement...so hop on
in..the water is great...and so clean, too...!" I added with a wink.

   He giggled again, and put down his bag, and then he peeled his shirt
over his head, and I stifled a groan as his satin smooth upper body came
into view. He was simply perfect, smooth as glass and well tanned and toned
in that slender boyish way. As he reached up to smooth his hair I noted the
smoothness of his creamy soft underarms, and I imagined tasting him there,
my tongue eagerly exploring the tiny wrinkles of soft flesh. His shoulders
were square, and his torso tapered to a slim waist before flaring slightly
again with the gentle curve of hip. His nipples were small and dark, and I
again longed to lick the tight nubbins, and suck them. His tummy was flat
and soft looking with a tiny cave of navel and the delicious bulge of his
boyhood treasures nudged at the front to his trunks. His legs were shapely
and smooth, and ended with very cute little feet and trim ankles. As
delicious as looked, I had no problem visualizing him fully naked as he
removed his sandals, and then jumped into the pool.

   He swam to the far end, and then dunked under water as he did his return
lap submerged. He suddenly sprang up in front of me, and the accompanying
rush of water splashed me good. He stood up, laughing at the dribbles of
water running down my face, so I quickly slapped at the water, effectively
splashing him right back. He giggled sweetly, and in a second we were
engaged in a frothy splashing of each other which finally ended when the
boy dove away, making strong strokes for the far end of the pool, yours
truly in hot pursuit. I caught up to him, and grabbed at his kicking legs
to pull him under, and then dove right after him. We grappled under water
which afforded me the opportunity to feel his smooth tight skin and
"accidently" press my thigh into his crotch where I was briefly rewarded
with the resistance of his boyhood pressed against me. Running short of
air, we broke it up and surfaced, both of us gasping for air between our
laughter. He quickly splashed me again, and then took off back to the
shallow end where he settled onto the submerged steps where I sat
earlier. I swam over there, and settled in beside him, close enough that
our thighs were touching, and I ruffled his hair as he grinned at me.

   "Well," I said, "if we are bent on seeing who can drown whom, we
probably ought to at least know each other's names before it's too
late...I'm Rob, or quite possibly soon to be the "late" Rob if you have
your way...and you are...?"

   "I'm Noah," came his reply in that voice I loved so much, and he
followed that up by offering me his hand.

  I took his hand in mine and gave it a shake as I had a sudden flash of
that same hand wrapped firmly around his rigid boy-cock as he stroked it to
explosive orgasm. Meeting his smiling gaze, I told him,

   "Noah, huh...what a great name...it fits you, I think..."

   He looked at me, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he pondered my
comment, and then he asked,

   "Fits me...?...fits me how?"

  I chuckled, and again ruffled his hair as I answered truthfully, "It fits
you in that it's a very cute name, and you, I think, are a very cute young
man."

   He flushed slightly as he pondered that remark, and then he gave me a
shy little grin and muttered his thanks. Boys his age can be uncomfortable
with a direct compliment like that, so to kind of relieve the slightly
awkward moment I added,

   "So Noah, tell me a little about yourself...how do you like living here,
and what kinds of things you like to do for fun...how's school, how old are
you, and maybe tell me about all the cute young girls who won't leave you
alone...if we have enough time, that is, for that last part...there must be
legions of those!"

  Noah giggled, another cute blush filling his cheeks, and he kind of
guffawed at my reference to legions of girls. Ignoring that for the moment,
he replied,

   "Well, it's okay living here, I guess, it's actually the only place I
ever lived anyway, oh, and I'm fourteen for 3 more months...school is all
right, especially right now since it's out for summer break...and I like
playing baseball, and swimming, obviously, and...I kind of like video games
and movies too...stuff like that...so how come you are here...in my town, I
mean...and where do you live?"

   Hmm, no reply to the girl portion, I noted, and then answered him,

   "I'm here for my business, I work for a consulting firm in Denver, and I
travel around the country meeting clients...so home is of course Denver,
Colorado, which I like a lot, other than there aren't any boys as cute as
you are, not that I have been lucky enough to encounter, anyway."

    Giving me a sideways glance his cheeks flushed again as he smiled
slightly which told me that while it kind of flustered him to be told he
was cute, he also like it. We continued our easy banter for quite a while,
and by the time a half hour or so had passed, we were in a kind of comfort
zone together, trading little jabs and barbs as we chuckled. Finally, we
did a couple more laps of the pool, and as I swam over to the aluminum pool
ladder and reached up to pull myself out of the water, Noah suddenly jumped
on my back, the fleshy tube of his boyhood pressed against my back as he
tugged to pull me back into the pool. I resisted long enough to enjoy that
lovely lump pressed against me, and then I let go the ladder and crashed
straight back on top of him. As we sank toward the bottom we grappled
together as we tried to dunk each other, and managed to get behind him. I
slipped my arms around his waist, and tugged him back against me as my hand
"accidently" passed over his crotch area, and I dared to grip his ample
boyhood briefly before I pushed him away, and thrust myself to the
surface. I quickly exited the pool, and grabbed my towel as I waited for
Noah to exit the pool via the steps. He walked toward me, shaking the water
from his hair, and I looked to his crotch, pleased to note the definite
beginnings of an erection behind the swim suit that now clung wetly to the
very noticeable tube of his young penis. I made no real effort to conceal
my interest in his treasures, and as walked up to me he clearly noticed my
leering look. I saw it as a kind of moment of truth, an effort to make it
abundantly clear what I was definitely interested in, deciding that it was
his call to pursue things further, or gather up his things and split. I
hadn't actually said anything overly overt, but had made my interests
pretty clear I thought, and it was his turn to fish, or cut bait.

   He stood directly in front of me, a bit of a smug look on his cute face,
and I swear he almost preened for me. He slid his feet further apart, and
raised his arms, clasping hands behind his head as he gently thrust his
hips a bit more forward, causing his boyhood to press even more plainly
against his wet trunks, and I felt my own cock go hard. I never took my
eyes off his presented treasure, and I gulped when he slowly rocked his
hips back and forth. Gathering myself, I glanced around the area checking
for any prying eyes that might be watching this display of brazen sexuality
between a fourteen year old boy and a thirty four year old adult man, and
when I looked back at Noah, his eyes were fixed on my pulsing erection as
it tented out the front of my trunks. His eyes slowly lifted to meet mine,
and an expression of mixed emotions painted his sweet face, a look of lust
mixed with trepidation, and filled with boyish curiosity. I watched him
carefully to see if he was going to bolt at the last second, but when he
just held his very provocative pose, I quietly asked him,

   "Noah, I can't be certain, but I think that you and I may be feeling
exactly the same things right now...I definitely know that I am...you are
so incredibly sexy, and desirous I can hardly stand not to touch you, touch
you all over...but I won't push the issue...your call, Champ...would you
like to go up to my room for a while...?...if your dad isn't coming back
right away, that is..."

   His expression was one of hesitation for a few seconds, and I saw his
glance drop down to my swollen crotch briefly before he again met my gaze,
and muttered,

   "He isn't coming back at all...I'm gonna walk to the bus stop, then ride
it home...and yea, Rob, I wanna go to your room with you...I really been
wanting something like...this...to happen for a long time!"

   "Are you sure about that, Noah...?...I mean, if we go there, and then
you freak out or something, it means major trouble for me...your age, and
all." I cautioned.

   He simply nodded his head quickly, and flashed me a shy grin as he said,

   "I get that, Rob, trust me...that's the reason I never tried anything
like this before...I mean, my dad knows everybody around here, and I been
to scared if I tried to get some man to play with me, he'd find out
somehow...but he doesn't know about you at all, and I really want to with
you...I knew I did way back at the grocery store yesterday...so can we
please...?...go to your room?"

   I was, of course, doomed completely as of that moment. What genuine boy
lover could possibly refuse such a soulful plea from such a delectable
cutie as Noah? In a matter of seconds we were skipping off to my room, me
fighting the strong temptation to somehow touch him as we went. It
definitely wouldn't do to have any motel staff or patrons seeing a grown
man being in any way intimate with a very young boy as he escorted him to
his motel room.

   Once inside, Noah suddenly turned all shy on me, his eyes fixed on the
carpet as he stood there practically trembling. I moved in behind him, and
carefully gripped his smooth shoulders in my hands, and kneaded them as I
spoke softly to him, telling him,

   "We don't have to do this, Noah, if you are afraid, or having second
thoughts."

   He turned his head, and rolled his doe-like eyes up at me as he slowly
shook his head, and uttered in a cracking voice,

   "No...I want to...I just...uh...don't know what I'm supposed to do, and
I don't want to act dumb."

   I smiled at that, and leaned down to kiss the back of his neck as I told
him,

   "Well Noah, we all have a first time, you know, and believe me when I
say it's not possible to anything dumb at a time like this, so why don't
you just try to relax, and let me get us going."

   He looked relieved instantly, and nodded his head as I continued rubbing
his shoulders and upper arms. I nuzzled his neck again, inhaling the
wondrous scent of him, the freshness and pure boyishness of him as I let my
arms drop so that I had him around his narrow waist from behind. He sighed,
and melted back into me as I began slowly rubbing his soft smooth tummy
with my palm while my other hand explored his upper torso and taut little
nipples, and when I gently closed on one with thumb and fingertip, he
gasped, and gave off a shudder. I continued, taking things slowly, and when
I finally dropped my hand down and gripped his rigid boy-nail he groaned
loudly. I worked the hard stalk up and down slowly, and another shudder
coursed through his slim body, and I softly asked against his ear.

   "Feel good, Noah...?...you okay with this?"

   "Oh God...it's awesome...amazing...I never felt anything so good
before!" he hissed.

   Chuckling, I went lower, and carefully cupped his tender young balls, my
fingers exploring the small orbs as I tugged slightly on the bulging pouch
that held them. He groaned some more, his head rolling on my chest, and I
moved back upward, again gripping his throbbing boner a bit before moving
to lower his soggy wet trunks. Using both hands, I eased them over his
bubbly little butt, being careful to stretch forward on the front so as to
not get hung up on his boner, and as I slid them down his shapely legs I
went with them, dropping to my knees behind him. His perfect little globes
came into view, starkly white in contrast to his tanned legs and back, and
I simply could not resist kissing and licking each firm mound as he giggled
softly above me. As I continued to indulge myself with his pretty butt I
reached in front and grasped his rock hard boyhood and worked it up and
down as he groaned again, his knees trembling. I desperately wanted to
taste his pink little core, so to distract him I began tickling his tight
little balls with one hand as I tugged open his tiny buns with the other,
and as his tiny pucker revealed, I quickly washed over it with my tongue
several times.

   "Oh jeez!" he blurted, his little ass jerking forward as I held on,
lapping his sweetness.

    He squirmed away finally, and I let him go, turning him around so that
his rigid boner nearly poked my eye, and I stopped, staying stock still to
admire his stunning beauty. His boyhood was simply perfectly formed,
sculpted even, at a rock solid four+ inches of pink perfection. The shaft
was narrow, and smooth as silk save for the somewhat thick vein along the
bottom side that now pulsed with blood flow. He was nicely circumcised, the
head a slightly purple mushroom shaped knob much wider than the shaft, and
the tiny slit at its center glistened with oozing excitement. I licked my
lips, my mouth suddenly filled with saliva, and as I pumped the shaft a
fresh pearl of his seminal fluid slid out of the slit, which I quickly
lapped away as Noah gasped loudly. I looked up at him, smiling as I worked
his boner, and I leaned in to tongue wash the smooth knob again before I
asked him,

   "You like that, Noah...?...feels really nice, doesn't it...?...and
Buddy, I gotta tell you, you have a really beautiful cock!"

   He just nodded, his wide eyes fixed on my hand gliding over his boyhood,
and I took a moment to study his young balls. Also perfect, plump and
hairless his tight scrotum dangled a bit between his smooth thighs, and as
I moved his cock to one side, I leaned in and licked all over the crinkly
pouch, easing each tender nugget inside my mouth to gently suck.

   "Oh Jesus...oh God...that is so...amazing!" he chirped

   I got serious then, worried that his quickly building excitement might
have him wasting his precious young seed onto the floor, and I moved back
to capture his pulsing meat in my mouth as I began sucking him in full
earnest. My fingers toyed with his balls and that sensitive area just
behind them as my head bobbed over him, slurping sounds mixing with his
panting and groaning, and I savored the tartness of his free flowing juices
as I drove him to edge of the cliff. His fingers suddenly tangled in my
hair as his tiny butt rocked back and forth, and in all too soon a time he
rocked up onto his toes, and let out a deep guttural sound as his cock
bucked in my drooling mouth, and erupted.

   Three strong spurts ejected in rapid order, and I quickly swallowed each
in turn, and then his output turned to smaller, weaker offerings which
tasted every bit as wonderful as had the stronger spurts, and as his cock
began to soften I continued to milk the final dribbles with lips and
tongue. Spent then, Noah pulled back, and staggered over to fall onto the
bed, and I quickly joined him, cuddling his lithe nakedness closely while
he calmed down. I stroked him everywhere I could reach, and he was
practically purring as he finally gave out with a feline-like stretch, and
then rolled out flat on his back, his arms up above his head. Recalling my
earlier urge to lick his creamy underarms, I did just that, savoring his
creamy sweetness as he erupted in peals of giggles from the apparent
ticklishness of the region. I moved so suck his sweet little nipples and
the pleasure that provided seemed to surprise him big time. By the time I
had worked my way back to his treasure it was again standing full and
proud, so I quickly slid the beauty back inside my mouth, and repeated the
whole thing to another delightful offering of sweet boy-honey, which I
relished as it all slid down my throat. My God, I reflected, is there
another substance on the planet to compare with freshly delivered
boy-cum...?...not that I had thus far encountered!

   Foregoing the somewhat repetitious details of further events that
incredible afternoon, suffice it to say that my sweet young Noah fulfilled
many of my fondest wishes as I hope that I fulfilled a few of his. We
cuddled and even kissed some, though he seemed a touch unsure about the
latter, and he seemed to take great interest in removing my swim trunks and
exposing my rock hard erection. He was quite taken with my mostly average
equipment, and he took to sucking me like a duck to water, even when I
pretty much overwhelmed him by flooding his smallish mouth with a quite
massive ejaculation, he managed to take most of it, even swallowing a
goodly portion of it like a champ. I nearly lost track of the number of
times I coaxed more of that creamy nectar from his young and eager balls,
and he allowed me to feast a bit more on his tiny pucker, although he
seemed to find the act a bit off-putting. More, I think from the idea of it
than from the fact he didn't find it pleasurable. That's all good, I can
recall my own first experience in being rimmed, and I was kind of grossed
myself. Takes some getting used to, I suppose. By the time that I had
walked with him to his bus stop on the corner we both were well exhausted,
and well satisfied. A brief but heartfelt hug and Noah was gone, headed
home to continue his life as I prepared to resume my travels, another town
or city, and perhaps other boys as well. I felt good in my soul for having
given Noah the opportunity to experience the afternoon, and to open
whatever new doors on life he may choose to do from now on. For a committed
boy-lover like me, I suppose that is the non-physical side of my lust for
boys.

The End
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