Date: Fri, 24 Sep 2010 13:28:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mutual Desire (10)

Mutual Desire
By
Storyguy22
(10)

   It had been quite a day, what with the long drive to the house, the
afternoon on the lake with the boat, and then the draining sex with young
Chris, so we agreed to call it a day, and hit the sack early. I made the
rounds securing the house and turning off lights while Chris went ahead to
the bedroom. My last task was securing the front door dead bolt, which I
did, and then headed down the hall to join my boy.

   I entered the plush master suite, and moved to the huge bed where Chris
lay naked on top of the pale blue sheet, a pillow propped under his head
and looking both very sexy, and very sleepy. Standing beside the bed, I
began getting naked myself which required minimal effort given that all I
had on was a pair of shorts and some flip-flops. I studied the pretty boy a
moment, my gaze slowly traveling from his sweet and boyish face to his
dainty feet, and then focusing briefly on his treasures. His penis was
completely flaccid for a change, and the small organ rested limp atop his
plump and hairless scrotum which was half way trapped between his silky
smooth thighs. Even very small as it was at the moment the boy's sculpted
treasure caused a stir in my own cock, and I was sorely tempted to lie down
and suck him so that I might relish that wilted appendage swelling to
hardness inside my mouth until I once again enticed another offering of his
sweet nectar from those surprisingly productive little nuggets. I had just
about decided to cave in to that temptation when Chris yawned loudly and
then curled into a fetal position as his heavy eyes closed. I smiled, and
abandoned my plan as I slid into bed beside him and drew the silky feeling
top sheet over us. He rolled over, facing away from me as he yawned again
and scooted closer so that his pretty little ass spooned against my crotch,
and I pressed my half hard cock against those firm little mounds of smooth
flesh as I slipped my arm around him. He sighed deeply once, and mumbled
sleepily,

   "I'm so sleepy...night, Rob."

   I gently kissed his neck, and replied,

   "Sweet dreams, Baby."

   We slept in late, and after a shared shower which I decided could easily
become a daily ritual for me, we enjoyed a big breakfast, and then headed
out to enjoy another beautiful and warm day on the lake. We hung around the
beach for a while, and then took the boat out again so Chris could do some
more wake boarding, and then headed back to the house for some lunch. After
eating we went down to the pool, and swam and lay naked in the warm sun,
and I was quickly reaching the conclusion that this lifestyle was
definitely the way to go. How much better could it get than this, I
reasoned, a fantastic lake front house with seemingly every amenity
possible, including a very sexy and very naked thirteen year old boy with a
terrific cock, and a sweet little ass, both of which he was eager to share
in a variety of ways at the drop of a hat. Fearing for a moment that I must
be dreaming, I lifted my head and looked at the boy reclined next to me,
and he met my gaze with a dazzling smile as he said,

   "Hey, you want to go up and try that killer hot tub on the deck for a
while...?..then we can come back here and jump in the pool!"

   I smiled, nodding my agreement, and I watched him get to his feet, his
pretty cock swinging with his movements. He turned, headed for the stairs
leading up to the deck, and I watched his sweet little ass wiggle saucily
as he climbed the steps. I licked my lips, and quickly got up to follow
him. When I reached the deck, Chris was bent over fooling with the controls
for the jets, and that tiny heart-shaped boy butt was aimed right at me,
his pink little pucker fully visible to my hungry gaze, and the stunning
sight gave birth to a sinister idea in my demented mind, and I told him to
go on in the tub, I would be right back. I went inside, and hurried to
where I had deposited my sport bag. Digging around inside, I retrieved a
bottle of lube and then took a couple of towels from the bathroom, and then
hurried back to the deck. Chris had managed the controls, and the tub was
awash with froth from the numerous jets in the tub, and he was submerged in
the swirling water up to his neck, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I walked
across the deck, and set the towels down on the wide padded bench that ran
around three sides of the hot tub, my lube discreetly tucked under a towel,
and then I lowered myself into the hot, steaming water. I slid over next to
Chris, and ran my arm across his shoulders as I dropped my other hand under
the water to grasp his soft boyhood. He grinned at me as I fondled him, and
in seconds he was hard as a rock, his pulsing boyhood stiff in my grip.

   He quickly splayed his legs so that I might have unfettered access to
his balls, and I greedily explored the snug sack, alternating between
toying with his balls and stroking his young cock as he all but purred
under my attentions. I loved that he was so horny, and so willing to let me
play with him this way, and my own cock throbbed to life as I explored his
smooth young body as we lounged in the relaxing hot water. I leaned in and
licked the soft skin of his neck, and then tongue-washed his small ear and
he surprised me some when he suddenly turned and kissed me, his eager
tongue licking at my mouth until I opened up and let him push his tongue
into my mouth. We played the dueling tongues game for a bit, and Chris
squirmed around and slid his arms around me, squeezing me hard as I
continued to work his rigid nail, and he surprised me further when he
suddenly pulled his face back, and barked rather forcefully,

   "Oh gosh, Rob...I'm so freaking hard, it hurts...I need you to suck me,
please...you make me so horny...!"

   If I weren't rapidly horny myself at that point, his nearly pleading
with me to take that delicious stalk into my mouth and coax a load of his
tasty boy-honey to flood over my tongue certainly pushed me over the edge
of control, and I quickly slid my hands into his butter-soft underarms, and
lifted him bodily out of the water. Turning, I planted his cute little butt
down on the padded bench behind us, and then I went to my knees between his
wide spread legs. His rigid cock stood straight up from its sparse thatch
of silky pubes, and I leaned in to swipe my tongue over the shiny knob
several times before taking it in until my nose touched those soft pubic
hairs. I bobbed over him, my hand gently tugging with his tender balls as
he threaded his fingers into my hair, tugging in his mounting excitement. I
could taste his flowing precum, the tartness stabbing at my taste buds, and
his narrow hips began rocking back and forth as I steadily sucked his
delicious young cock. Sensing that all this was moving too quickly, I
backed off his boyhood, and dipped down to lap at his wrinkled pouch and
take each of his balls into my mouth to suck, each in turn.

   On a sudden impulse I grabbed his thighs and pushed and lifted, bending
his legs back and wide as I dragged my tongue over that sweet spot just
behind his scrotum. I pushed my tongue firmly against that little seam
there, and he groaned loudly and then louder still when I went lower, and
lapped at his tiny pucker several times.

   "OHhhh fuuuuck..!" he chirped, using the strongest language I had yet
heard from him.

   I licked his sweet hole, my tongue sensing the tiny bumps of tissue that
guarded his opening, and when I rolled my tongue and pushed against his
ring he groaned some more. I licked that sweet little pucker as I blindly
groped with my hand for the tube of lube that I had had the foresight to
bring along on out little tubing adventure, and after I had managed to
squeeze a generous dollop of the slick gel onto my fingers, I lowered my
mouth over his straining erection once more as I placed a finger against
his tightness, and added pressure until my slippery digit eased past his
rings, and slid inside his buttery softness.

   "Oh, God...jeez...that feels sooo good...push it in me, Rob...suck
me...finger my butt...oh fuck...!" he ranted breathlessly as I continued to
drool over his leaking boyhood and diddle his eager little ass, touching
his super-sensitive gland regularly as I moved in and out of his incredible
tightness.

   As we went on, Chris was panting like a sprint runner, a steady cadence
of groans and moans flowing from him as I relentlessly continued to drive
him to the brink. His juices were flowing like a defective faucet and his
hip bucked up and down as his cock slid in and out of my mouth, and each
time my finger slid across his sweet spot he nearly crawled out of his
skin, and I used my free hand to coax that delicious nectar from his young
balls, eager now to savor the creamy thickness in my mouth. And he didn't
disappoint, as with a final loud growling sound and a sharp upward thrust
of his little hips he erupted, a copious offering of sweet boy cum spurting
forcefully into my mouth, flooding me no matter how quickly I swallowed the
warm fluid.

   As the boy's intense orgasm began finally to wane my own balls went on
full boil, my lust taking me over completely. There was no two ways about
it now; I was suddenly simply obsessed with the desire, the need, to fuck
this incredibly sexy boy. Ignoring his startled yelps, I rose up and
forcibly flipped him over onto his tummy atop the padded bench. The sight
of that perfect bubble butt captured my full attention, and my lust
suddenly knew no bounds as I gripped the firm mounds of his butt and spread
them as I upended the bottle of lube and deposited a generous glob directly
to his pink-eye, and then squirted some on my throbbing erection. Without
much in the way of preamble I pushed a hand under his soft tummy and lifted
him so that that sweet boy-ass rose and presented to me, and in a pair of
seconds I had arranged myself above him, and gripped my aching cock,
aligning the oozing knob with his little pucker. My pulse pounded loudly in
my ears, and my breathing was labored as I shuddered with the stunning
sensation of my cockhead pressing against his little hole, and when I
started adding push to the scenario, Chris understood what was about to
happen.

   "Oh jeez, Rob..!" he squealed, "You're gonna fuck me, huh!"

   By way of an answer I simply flexed my hips and pushed forward against
his tight resistance, adding pressure until my thick cock suddenly broke
past his ring of resistance, and slid fully into his incredibly tight, warm
sheath. I very nearly swooned, my vision blurring suddenly as I savored the
silky heat of him, the unbelievable tightness of his hot little ass
gripping at my pulsing cock. I gripped his upturned hips firmly, and eased
back a few inches and paused, my ears picking up the boy's soft sobs, and
his ragged gasping for breath as he struggled to adjust to the sudden
invasion of his rectum. Sucking in a deep breath, I slid back into him
until my heavy balls slapped the back of his soft thighs, and then I pulled
away again before repeating the process, again and again, fucking this
beautiful boy as though it would be my last time ever.

    As a rhythm developed, I reached under the boy, and grasped his cock,
and I registered more surprise at finding him once more hard in my hand, in
spite of his repeated sobs of discomfort. I stroked him as I continued to
fuck his hot little ass, and after a bit of time had passed I sensed him
relax under my onslaught. He worked his inner muscles, his snug sheath
gripping and softening against my sliding cock as I pumped him, and
surprising me yet again his rigid boyhood bucked in my grip and gorged
forth another much smaller offering of his creamy cum as I felt my own
balls roll over. A near-burning sensation flowed along my throbbing cock,
and in another second the staggering orgasm washed over me as I unloaded
what felt like a dozen strong ropes of pent-up cum into the boys bowels.

   As the breath-taking orgasm passed, I slowly regrouped my senses. A
sudden wave of guilt washed over me, and a kind of shame regarding how
near-brutally I had taken the boy. My lust had simply overcome all other
kinds of logic, and I was now concerned about the boys well being. I eased
my wilting cock from his battered little hole, and I looked down to see a
river of my cum draining from his now gaping opening, and then I moved to
lie next to him. I reached for him, and he climbed onto my torso, his tear
wet cheek rubbing against my chest as I wrapped my arms around him and held
him close. I stroked his smooth back and whispered sweet nothings into his
small ear, and finally he sighed heavily, and then lifted his head to look
down at me. He was flushed, and sweaty, and I could see the tear streaks on
his cheeks and the water in his eyes. I lifted my eyebrows in question, and
tried for a small smile as I told him,

   "God Baby...I'm sorry...I just lost it there...you make me crazy with
wanting you...and it was wonderful...amazing...but...I should have moved
much more slowly with you...are you alright?"

   He bravely tried for a smile as he nodded his head, and then said,

   "Yea...it's all good...now, anyhow...at first it...hurt...a lot...you're
really big, you know...?...but after..a while...I liked it...it made me
squirt, too...so yea, I'm good."

   I had to chuckle at that, and I reached up to ruffle his hair as I
echoed his sentiment, saying,

   "Good...?...Baby, you are much better than just good...you're absolutely
amazing...stunning...in fact, I would classify you as a great fuck!"

(Story Continues)
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