Date: Fri, 6 Aug 2010 14:36:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Mutual Desire

A Mutual Desire

By

Storyguy22

A fictional account of things that might have been...

(1)

   Young Chris stifled the deep groan of pleasure that struggled to get
out, knowing that the sound would alert his elderly Grandma to his
masturbatory activity. He hated that the guest room that he occupied on
this month long summer visit was right next to her bedroom, a couple of
thin layers of dry wall the only division between their respective beds. It
seemed to Chris that she barely slept anyway, and it was making him crazy
having to be so quiet during his nightly sessions of playing with his young
cock. At thirteen, nearing fourteen, Chris was possessed with the typical
affliction common to boys of that age that mandated a frequent need to
purge the ever present pressure in his tight balls, and the seemingly
constant lurking of his grandma was wreaking havoc with that pressing need.

   He picked up the pace of his stroking his rigid boyhood as he sensed the
sweet agony building somewhere deep inside, and choked back another groan
of pleasure and excitement as he clearly felt his pulsing erection gorge
forth another offering of his flowing precum. His free hand grabbed at his
plump scrotum as he pumped his cock faster, and as he felt the encased
nuggets pull upward he tugged on the smooth pouch, a bitter-sweet pang of
pain/pleasure washing over him as his cock spasmed, and spurted his warm
and creamy juices all over his bare tummy and chest in repeated
ejaculations. My God, he thought as the sweet sensations flowed through his
entire naked body, that feels so amazing, no wonder I want to do it, like,
all the time!

   The intensity of his orgasm turning to afterglow, Chris settled back
onto his pillow and listened to his still thudding heartbeat as his fingers
moved through the pools of sticky semen that coated his soft, smooth
skin. He inhaled deeply, holding the breath as he sensed the familiar scent
of his discharge, and he was powerless to resist the urge to taste the
stuff as his cum coated fingers moved to his mouth. He opened up, and slid
the sticky digits into his mouth and sucked them, the tartness making his
taste buds ache. His thoughts turned to his jerk off buddy back home, and
it still pissed him off that Brett continued to refuse any activity that
went beyond simply jacking each other off. Chris longed for more, his
rampant sexual curiosity fueled by what he knew was far too much time on
the internet gay sights he loved, and he was becoming increasingly
desperate to experience all of the stunning acts he had seen
there. Freaking Brett, he thought, he thinks going any further than a
mutual jack off is too "gay.." so what if it is, I say, all of that stuff
those guys get into is just flat hot, and I really want to try it all!

    Reaching for his once again stirring penis, Chris began rubbing it
again as his other hand toyed with his young balls, and his overheated mind
shifted to the recurring thoughts he had been having regarding the guy who
lived next door to his grandma, a dude named Rob who was actually pretty
cool for someone as old as he was. His boyhood at full mast once more,
Chris ran the flat of his thumb over the highly sensitive knob at the end,
and he shuddered, imagining that the delicious sensations were the result
of Rob touching him with his thick adult fingers. He pulled firmly down on
his hairless ball sack as he tightly gripped his rampant erection, and he
wondered for what had to be the umpteenth time in recent days if there was
any way he could get Rob the neighbor man to play sex games with him. Man,
he thought, how freaking sweet that would be, a grown up dude who must know
all about sex stuff and could show me all the things I want so bad, and, I
bet his cock is, like, huge too! He likes me, I know, and he has been so
cool about spending time with me so I'm not, like, totally bored with just
grandma, and I `m just sure I've caught him sort of checking me out a bunch
of times, too...especially like when we swim and sun at his backyard pool,
and then there was that day he took me golfing and we were taking a break
from the heat and lying on the grass, and his eyes kept on moving to my
shorts and legs...and those shorts were pretty tight on me too, so I know
he was checking out my bulges, sure as shit. His train of thought had his
youthful juices flowing again, and he quickly brought himself to another
shattering climax, struggling once again to keep it quiet.

   While young Chris pleasured himself in his visitor bed next door at
grandmas, Rob White was indulging in much the same activity in his own
bed. At thirty-four his libido wasn't quite at the raging hormone level
that young Chris's was, but the frequency and intensity of his sexual
fantasies and thoughts had definitely escalated since the hot young boy had
shown up next door, and thirty-four or not, he had spent more time dwelling
on the illegal and irreverent thing that he very much wanted to do with
said boy, and his recent jerk off sessions had suddenly doubled his norm,
at least. Rob had long been an ardent, if suppressed, boy lover, and this
boy Chris that had suddenly dropped into his life by virtue of a summer
visit had almost instantly rekindled all of his long repressed desires for
a sexual tryst with a young teen boy.

   Rob had been pretty much taken by surprise when the kid suddenly
appeared out in the front yard of the house next door some ten days ago,
and his very first reaction to the boy's presence was one of, HOLY
SHIT...how freaking cute, and sexy, is this little hottie! Rob had managed
via a sharper than average divorce attorney to retain sole possession of
his house, and during the last few years of living there in the bachelor
life style he had enjoyed a passing friendly acquaintance with the older
lady next door, frequently performing small household repairs and chores
for her, and generally keeping an eye out for her well being. He had been
vaguely aware that she had a grandson in another state, but other than a
couple of those wallet-sized school pictures of him mounted on the
refrigerator door in her kitchen he had seen nothing of the boy to peak his
prurient interests. Thinking back on it now, Rob realized that in those
tiny pictures the boy was probably not more than ten years old, and Rob's
boy-lust didn't reach quite that low on the scale.

   That, however, was then, and this was now. The boy's abundant cuteness
had actually stopped Rob dead in his tracks the first time he had laid eyes
on him, and the startling number of exact matches he seemed to possess that
perfectly aligned with Rob's idea of the perfect boy had actually
frightened him as he had stood there staring, slack jawed. The boy had
suddenly rounded the corner of the neighbors house as Rob had kneeled
bent-kneed to extract some tall weeds that emerged in the raised bed
planter that ran along the property line between the two homes, and when
the equally surprised boy had skidded to a stop there had been no more than
about three feet separating the startled two. Rob had instantly felt his
cock stir behind his shorts as he let his eyes slowly take in the perfect
specimen of young boy that stood before him and he now closed his eyes to
reflect upon that very special moment of lust at first sight.

   Just as Rob liked them, the boy was beyond cute, his sweet face still
possessed of that boyishness that amped up the pulses of boy lovers
everywhere, and while was modestly dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, Rob
quickly assessed what he decided was his idea of a perfect young body,
slender while not being skinny, and on the slight side, both in stature and
build. A quick once over with his practiced eye judged the little beauty to
be about 5' 6" and not more than maybe 100 pounds, with a loosely managed
shock of dark brown hair topping his head and covering his ears as it hung
slightly past his collar. The somewhat wide eyes that stared back at him
were a dark hazel shade, and doe like, with twin thatches of brown eyebrows
appearing as mini Nike slashes above them. His complexion was absolutely
flawless, a peaches-and-cream look that was slightly flushed from his being
startled by Rob's unexpected presence. The shirt hung loose, and his shorts
were a sufficiently baggy style to deny Rob any real hint of the treasures
he knew full well lurked there, and his legs were colt-like, smooth and
apparently hairless save for a fine down scattered over his smooth thighs
that the sun had caught just right. As he lifted his eyes, he made eye
contact with the stunning boy, and both of them offered small smiles as the
surprise factor of their meeting waned. Gathering his wits, Rob had stood,
and introduced himself, and Chris had identified himself as a visitor at
his grandma's, and in moments the man and boy had settled into an easy
conversation as If they were old friends.

   The truth of the matter was that Rob had always possessed a certain easy
way with young boys, a blessing that had actually made it all that much
more difficult for him to not allow himself any actual pursuit of a man/boy
relationship, and he just let that skill play out as he and Chris had
become better acquainted that morning. As the conversation had unfolded,
Chris seemed to really warm to Rob despite the age difference, an event Rob
attributed to the boy's increasing boredom given his elderly grandma's
limited activity level which was far from compliant with the energy level
of a thirteen year old boy. Rob had subtly probed the boy's interests, and
when it had emerged that they shared an interest in recreational sport
shooting, both trap and target, Rob generously offered to take Chris to his
club for a few rounds of trap, and to the range for some pistol shooting at
targets. Chris had readily expressed his excitement, and once grandma's
permission had been secured, they had done just that the following day,
much to their mutual enjoyment. That had been quickly followed by a couple
of rounds of golf, and some quieter time spent at and in Rob's backyard
pool, and by the end of the week, man and boy had become comfortable
friends. The other commonality that apparently lurked just below the radar
for them both was a bubbling interest in things of a sexual nature, and had
either had an inkling of that shared interest a whole lot of time would not
have been wasted.

   However, it was what it was, and thus both man and boy lay alone on this
night, naked and so very aroused in their respective houses as they each
worked their rigid stalks to a frustrated satisfaction a sufficient number
of times to finally induce a fitful slumber, each ones feverish mind filled
with what might well be considered wicked thoughts regarding the other. Rob
rolled over following his second orgasm, and punched his pillow, his final
waking thought of the day being how very much he wanted to make the
stunning boy Chris naked, and then to take him to shores he never before
visited. Young Chris similarly forced his flushed and petty face into his
pillow, his own final thought of the day being how very badly he wanted
this highly intriguing and trustworthy man next door to offer some sort of
sexual overture in his direction.

   The new day dawned clear, and already quite warm, and as Chris dutifully
consumed his cereal and made small talk with his grandma, he managed to
work the conversation around to the warm weather, and how much he would
love to spend the day swimming over at Rob's. Rob grinned widely when he
answered the phone shortly thereafter to hear Chris's still boyish voice
plead for agreement that the two spend the day poolside. He had just been
going over options to make that exact suggestion himself, and with quick
agreement to the proposal he eagerly rushed to get on some swim trunks, his
mind already mentally lusting over the nearly naked young boy that would
very soon be on display in the privacy of his high-walled back yard.

   Chris hurried to his room, his boyhood already fully erect inside his
shorts, and he rummaged through his clothing for his swim trunks. Finding
them, he quickly stripped off his shorts, freeing his rampant five incher
and the smooth pouch of balls suspended below. He took in his image in the
mirror mounted on the back of the closed bedroom door, and he giggled as he
flexed to make his stiffness bounce up and down. He turned side-on to the
mirror, and again bounced his erection, and then he turned again, craning
his neck to check out his tight little butt in the mirror. Facing the
mirror once more, he studied his boyhood as it stood stiffly off his very
white groin, a narrow stalk that jutted nearly straight up at the ceiling
from the sparse and silky pubes that were thinly sprinkled at the very base
of his dick. He eyed the silky smooth pouch that held his developing balls,
and in a moment of girlish mirth, he jammed his package back between his
milky thighs, and preened, the thin patch of brown hair at his juncture
appearing much as a naked girl might look, and he giggled again as he
opened his legs and allowed his turgid boyhood to bound free and slap at
his groin. Do you wanna touch me, Rob...?...play with my hard dick, and my
balls...?...you do, I bet...oh please say you do...cause I really, really
want you to touch me... there...touch me...everywhere...and make me feel
awesome...pleeeease, Rob...touch me all over...the thoughts racing through
his mind. Sobering, he thought hard a moment, desperate to find some way,
some undeniable inducement to render the attractive man next door helpless
to resist his young body, and in particular his insistent young
boyhood. Moving to the chest of drawers that resided in the room, he
searched the drawers, muttering a loud "YES" as he discovered a swim suit
that must have belonged to one of cousins that sometimes visited grandma as
he was. The excitement he felt stemmed from the discovery that unlike his
own swim trucks these were much smaller and certainly tighter, and as he
quickly tugged them up his shapely legs he turned back to the mirror,
ecstatic at the reflected image he saw. Oh yea, he thought, if Rob can
resist this, he is either seriously straight, or dead. He stared at his
reflection, letting his eyes slowly drop to focus on his crotch, pleased
beyond his dreams to see his rampant boyhood and plump balls clearly
defined as they bulged obscenely behind the tiny swatch of satin at his
middle. Gotcha, Mr. Rob...how could he NOT want to touch all this?

   Not wanting grandma to see his meager attire or his wanton display of
his many boyish charms, he picked out a much too large tee shirt form the
drawer and pulled it on so that it hung loosely nearly to his somewhat bony
knees. He departed the house then, and hurried across to Rob's place, where
he entered the back yard by the side gate. He walked across the patio to
the pool and slipped out of his sandals, and then extended a well formed
leg as he tested the temperature of the sparkling water. Perfect, he
decided as he pushed a wide flat padded lounge into a full sun position. He
hesitated a moment as he went to pull off his tee shirt, a burst of
butterflies suddenly filling his tummy as he briefly entertained second
thoughts regarding the very revealing little swim suit he was wearing, or
actually barely wearing. What if Rob laughed at him, or worse, what if he
got pissed that Chris would expose himself so blatantly he mused...that
would really suck, big time! He glanced around, pretty sure that Rob was
not yet aware of his presence in the yard, and he actually considered
slipping back to grandma's to change into his own trunks. No, damn it, he
chided himself, I'm gonna go for it...I've been going crazy thinking about
it...wanting it...and no way am I ever gonna have a better chance than
this, so whatever happens, I'm in! After a deep breath, he tried to calm
his jumpy tummy, and peeled the tee shirt over his head. He glanced down at
his meager covering, and was actually relieved that his sudden apprehension
had quieted his young cock to some degree, and he took another deep breath,
and stretched out on his back on the lounge pad, nearly holding his breath
as he anxiously waited for Rob, and his reaction.

   As he was getting changed Rob glanced out his second story bedroom
window and saw Chris dipping a toe into the pool. He paused to watch the
young cutie, smiling at how silly he looked wearing a tee shirt that his
lithe body was nearly lost in as it hung below his knees. These kids and
their over-baggy clothes, he thought, whatever happened to those
short-shorts and skin tight jeans I used to love so much. He watched the
boy relocate a lounge into the sunshine, and then he seemed to be lost in
thought for a few moments as he just kind of stood there beside the
lounge. Curious now, Rob moved to the window and watched Chris, and when
the boy suddenly tugged the long shirt over his head he almost groaned out
loud. OH...My...God...he spoke under his breath, he's damned near
naked...actually, it's better than naked...Jesus, where did he find that
swim suit...it fits him like a second skin...look at that beautiful little
ass...hell, look at that beautiful...everything! He stood transfixed
watching the boy as he settled himself onto the lounge, stretching that
incredible body fully out on his back. He placed his hands behind his head,
and Rob could see his smooth chest rise and fall as the boy inhaled deeply
and then blew it out. Even from this distance Rob could clearly see the
inviting bulges that swelled the boy's crotch, and he felt his own cock
thicken as he visualized the delicious boyhood that lurked behind the
impossibly brief garment that molded to his body. Holy shit, Rob thought,
if that boy isn't sending some sort of deliberate message with that getup
then I'm dumber than I think I am, and, the only possible message that
little swim suit sends is...come and get it! Damn...!

   Rob hurried into swim trunks, and briefly worried that Chris would
quickly pick up on the tell-tale bulge of his hard cock filling the silky
liner material, but he was fully aware that being in the presence of the
young hottie out back was going to make it virtually impossible for him to
be anything but hard. With a shrug, and a silent prayer that this day would
turn out to be all that it could be, he headed outside to join the stunning
Christopher. He exited the sliding door off the family room, and walked
purposefully across the patio until he was standing next to Chris's lounge,
and he stood quietly as he appreciated the beautiful form of near naked
boyhood lying on display. His cock throbbed in his shorts, and his mind
raced with the myriad of possibilities before him, and he knew he was
lost. There was simply not way to not make a move on this delicious boy,
and if the effort was rebuffed and he ended up with a wardrobe limited to
orange jumpsuits, so be it. The chance that the effort would NOT be
rebuffed was simply too good to pass up.

   He looked at Chris's sweet and boyish face, and noted that his eyes were
shut, but Rob was certain that the boy was aware of his presence when he
noticed the corners of his lush mouth were turned up in a slight smile. He
noted the perfection of the boy's complexion, his face blemish free and
sporting a soft flush of pink that might well have reflected his
excitement. He let his hungry gaze move lower, taking in the still hairless
and creamy looking skin at his underarms, and he studied the satin smooth
chest with its small buttons of dark nipples, and his mouth watered as he
imagined licking them, and sucking the tender nubs to stiffness. His eyes
drifted over the soft, flat tummy, so creamy smooth and golden brown, and
he lingered briefly at the tiny cave of navel that centered the very
likable expanse of boy flesh. He noted the faintest beginnings of a thin
treasure trail cascading downward from the navel and disappearing beneath
the very brief trunks, and he followed the line with his eyes until his
hungry gaze was fixed on the telling bulge of boyhood that stood clearly
out in relief against the snug material. Oh man yes, he's definitely hard,
or mostly anyway, and just as the thought processed in his brain the ample
tube seemed to expand, and stir against the tiny suite. Rob's breath caught
in his throat and he groaned, a sudden desire to reach out and grasp that
narrow stalk nearly overwhelming. He forced himself to continue his
inventory, his gaze following the length of the boy's really pretty legs,
the slight growth of downy fuzz that had begun to emerge there shining in
the sunlight. Jesus, even his feet are sexy, Rob thought.

   Rob's eyes drifted back over the bulging crotch, and then moved to the
boy's sweet face, and he saw that Chris had opened his eyes and was
watching him carefully as he lay stock still, allowing the handsome man to
view his budding young body. Chris saw the look of pure lust on Rob's face,
and he knew then that his boldness with wearing the tiny suit was having
the desired effect, and he looked deeply into Rob's eyes. Holding his gaze,
he felt his tummy roll over again, and he fluttered his long eyelashes
several times, and then said,

   "Hi Rob..."

   Rob took a moment to find his voice, his erection pulsing steadily in
his trunks as he continued to stare hungrily at the stunning boy, and he
finally managed a reply, saying hoarsely,

   "Hi Chris...I love your new swim suit...you look...delicious!"

   Chris giggled sweetly, knowing now that this man he desired was helpless
to resist his abundant charms, and he stretched his lithe body sexily,
lifting his narrow hips ever so slightly to make his rigid boyhood even
more visible inside the small suit. He saw Rob's eyes drop quickly to his
crotch, and he spread his coltish legs wider, allowing the silky suit to
cling to his balls, and he said in a husky voice,

   "Delicious...?...doesn't that usually apply to something that tastes
good?"

   Rob nodded dumbly, unable to pull his eyes from the barely hidden
treasures he so desired, and he finally muttered in response,

   "Uh, right...it does apply to that...and trust me, Baby...I bet every
inch of you tastes wonderful...you are truly beautiful, Chris...and quite
possibly the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life!"

   Chris smiled sweetly, and he dropped his hand to his smooth chest, his
delicately shaped fingers lightly traveling over his tanned skin,
eventually gliding over his left nipple while Rob all but drooled watching
him. The boy let out a soft sigh, and said,

   "I like that...I like both, actually."

   "Both what...?" asked Rob

   "I like you calling me Baby, and I like that you think I'm sexy, too..."
answered Chris as a soft flush flooded his cheeks.

   Rob smiled, his eyes locked onto the boy's dark nipple where his finger
continued to tweak the small nubbin, and he replied seriously,

   "A person would have to be dead to not think you totally sexy, Baby, and
I am definitely not dead...and not to make a point of the obvious, I happen
to have a serious thing for pretty young boys like you, and since we seem
to be doing true confessions here, I am having a seriously hard time
keeping my hands off of you!"

   A small giggle from Chris, who then said,

   "Well jeez, Rob...that's just it, actually...I don't want you to keep
your hands off of me...just the opposite, actually...I've been wanting you
to touch me, like, since I first met you!"

   Having teetered so long on the edge of losing control with this stunning
boy, those few words were all it took to push Rob over the edge, and in a
flash he found himself on his knees beside the lounge that held Chris's
incredible and nearly naked body. He looked deeply into the boy's eyes, and
he was somewhat surprised to note that his hand was actually shaking as he
lifted it, and gently placed it the soft, warm skin of Chris's tummy. Chris
flinched slightly at the contact, and then a low moan came from him as he
muttered,

   "Oh man, Rob...oh, please...touch me...touch me all over...I want that
so much it almost hurts!"

   Rob's breath caught in his throat as he slowly stroked the soft, warm
skin of Chris's tummy, his senses reeling as his fingers traveled along the
bony rib cage until he reached the boy's silky smooth chest. His fingers
moved over one small nipple, and then the other, and he marveled at the way
the sensitive nubs grew stiff under his touch. Chris shuddered as he gasped
loudly, the sharp tingling sensations seeming to travel from his
surprisingly sensitive nipples directly to his young balls, and he uttered
a breathless,

   "Oh wow, Rob...that feels really amazing...!"

   As he continued running his fingers around the boy's nipples he
occasionally let them trail down along Chris's torso and then lightly
across the soft fold of his tummy, he watched the boy's face carefully for
any sign of discomfort. As much as he was ecstatic to have the opportunity
he was apparently being given he was also mindful of the fact he was
playing with fire here, and there was the possibility of the boy panicking
at any moment and running off to report the whole thing to grandma. He
didn't really think so given Chris's gasps of pleasure and his little
comments, but none the less he took it slowly, thus far not actually
committing any real breech of proper behavior with the very underage
lad. He captured one swollen nipple between thumb and finger, and gently
squeezed as Chris tensed slightly, and released a low groan. He winked at
the boy, and asked him,

   "So, Baby...have you done much of this kind of thing before?"

   Chris rolled his head side to side, and gushed,

   "Not really...just, like, some jacking with this friend at home...but
he's not much into it actually...he pretty much does it just cause I like
it, I think...I never even knew how good it feels to touch my nips...it's
like they are, like, connected to my balls when you do that!"

   Rob smiled, nodding his head as he had a sudden vision of young Chris
and his little friend with their hard teen cocks out and being stroked by
the other, and his own cock throbbed strongly behind his shorts. He let his
fingers trail down the boy's silky skin, and he dragged one finger along
the elastic waist of his tiny suit as he watched the boy's pulsing erection
stirring against the skin tight fabric. He longed to grasp the rigid tube,
and to strip the skimpy fabric away so that his treasures might be free and
fully accessible, but he resisted, instead just lightly running his hand
along the hard boy cock before moving on to stroke the smooth inner thighs
as Chris squirmed on the lounge and uttered small mews of
pleasure. Finally, as he slowly ran his fingers upward along Chris's inner
thigh the boy groaned, and splayed his coltish legs widely as he muttered,

   "Jeez, Rob...that's making me all crazy...please...just touch
me...there...please...I really need you to touch me...there!"

   The plea finished Rob, his reticence vanishing with Chris's lust filled
word, and as his wandering hand approached the boy's core, he continued up
over the satiny brief until he gripped the rigid tube of rock hard boy
cock. Chris groaned loudly, his back arching as he thrust his hardness
against Rob's grip, and Rob felt its pulsing. He rubbed it up and down
several times, impressed with the stone-like hardness that filled his hand,
and Chris groaned loudly again as he opened his hand and gently cupped the
bulging young balls. He worked them with his fingers, sensing the
marble-like nuggets moving within their plump pouch, and he was suddenly
overcome with desire to make this astounding boy naked, to see the budding
treasures that filled his hand so well. His fingers moved quickly to the
waist of the tiny brief, and he looked into Chris's wide eyes, raising his
eyebrows in unspoken question. Chris simply nodded his head and lifted his
narrow hips slightly, and having his answer, Rob grasped the material, and
quickly tugged it down the boy's legs, and off his feet.

   It was Rob's turn to groan as he sat back, and took in the breathtaking
sight of a fully naked Chris stretched out before him, an expression of
lust mixed with apprehension painted on his sweet face. Rob let his hungry
gaze travel to the boy's core and he gasped at the sheer perfection he saw
there. The boy's young cock was a beauty, a good five inches long, and
narrow of shaft, it flared into a perfectly cut plum shaped knob that was
purple with excitement. A heavy vein traveled the underside of the shaft,
and the tube itself was a healthy pink shade devoid of any hair
whatever. His pink bag nestled directly below, equally hairless and lined
with tiny creases of satin smooth skin, and it bulged with the boy's balls
as it rested between his smooth thighs.

   The cock itself lay flat against the boy's flat abdomen, rigid as a
steel rod, and Rob could see the wetness that oozed from the tiny slit at
its center glistening in the sunlight. He gulped, his mouth suddenly filled
with saliva, and as he reached for it with a trembling hand, he managed to
croak hoarsely,

   "My God, Baby...you are so very beautiful...so perfect...!"

   It was a question of who groaned the loudest when Rob gently grasped the
meaty tube in his fist, and Chris groaned again as he began to slowly
stroke it as his free hand moved to cup the plump balls and gently work
them. The boy's cock throbbed in Rob's grasp, more of the clear fluids of
his quickly building excitement flowing from that tiny slit, and Rob swiped
his thumb across the wet knob, smearing the slick juices over that
sensitive area as Chris thrust his tiny butt upward and groaned some more.

   "Ah, shit...!" he huffed, "that feels so...freaking...good!"

   Rob's senses reeled, the heat and hardness that filled his hand coupled
with the heft of the young balls in his other hand, and the very boyish
scents of the boy washing over him as he steadily stroked the silky smooth
boyhood. Chris's hips rocked up and down, his rhythm matching Rob's
stroking, and his smooth chest rose and fell with his ragged breathing, and
as desperate as Rob was to bend down and take this beautiful young cock
into his mouth he knew the boy was already too close, and he suddenly
wanted very much to see the young sperm ejaculate from this pulsing young
cock, so he settled for just a quick swipe of his tongue over the drooling
knob as he swiped up a fresh tear-drop of sweet precum. That sensation did
it for Chris, and his hips bucked sharply upward as a loud proclamation
rushed from his gaping mouth as he yelped,

   "Shit...I'm gonna...CUM...!"

   And a split second later, he did just that, his rigid boyhood bucking in
Rob's pumping fist as three strong spurts of creamy boy-cum ejected in
rapid succession to paint long ropes over the boy's smooth chest and
tummy. Several more spasms followed, each offering a weaker dribble of the
creamy nectar that dribbled down over Rob's fingers, the acidic scent of
the elixir washing over Rob's olfactory senses.

   Sensing that the boy was too over-sensitive in his post-orgasmic state,
Rob released the now wilting boyhood, and sat back to savor the sight of
the boy's creamy offering as it lay splattered over his silky torso. He
extended his finger, and dipped it into a puddle of the creamy goo, and
then he rubbed it all over Chris's small nipple. Chris giggled, and then he
tightly grasped Rob's head in his hands when he bent down to lick and suck
the cum-covered nipple.

   "Oh jeez...that's so nasty...oh man...it all feels so good...so
hot...you're really amazing, Rob...I never felt anything so awesome
before...not ever!"

   Rob savored the sweetness of the young cum, and then sat up, his fingers
gently roaming over the boy's flaccid penis as he told him,

   "I agree it was awesome, Baby...and I'm glad you enjoyed that...but
trust me, the good stuff come next...this was just a little warm up because
I figured it would go pretty quick...but Dude, I gotta tell you, that was a
very impressive load you produced there...not to mention tasty...and next
time, I want to taste ALL of it...right from the source!"

   Chris looked blank for a moment, and then a wide grin painted across his
face, and he said excitedly,

   "You mean...you want to...suck me...?...and let me shoot it in your
mouth...?...oh gosh...yea...for sure!"

   Rob chuckled, nodding his head, and then he bent down to softly kiss the
cute little cock that lay at rest atop the plump scrotum. Getting up, he
told Chris,

   "Why don't you jump in the pool and wash up while I go get us some
cokes."

   Chris nodded, and stood up, moving to the edge of the pool as Rob
watched his perfect young body, so graceful in movement, and he took a
moment to once more appreciate the perfection of the boy's tight little
butt before he jumped into the pool. Rob shook his head, still not quite
believing his great fortune of this day, and headed inside for the drinks,
already thinking of the upcoming round two with this stunning boy and his
beautiful body.

(Story Continues)
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