Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2005 14:30:35 -0800
From: Bob Hook <bobhook10@hotmail.com>
Subject: my good friends boy (part fifteen)

The big day had arrived, at last! I rolled out of bed a little after 5:00
a.m., showered, shaved, etc, and dressed in comfortable shorts and tee shirt
for the long drive. The car was packed, and all that I needed to do was
swing by to pick up Jason, and we would be under way!

I chuckled, as I pulled into Jason's driveway, as I saw the boy already
outside, sitting on the front porch step, anxiously awaiting my arrival! As
I rolled to stop, he jumped up, and jogged to the car, pulled open the
passenger door, and lowered his cute butt into the seat. He ginned at me
with enough candle power to read by, and chirped, 'Hey....where ya been,
Dude?" I chuckled, and asked, "So...you been sitting on the porch all night,
or what?" He blushed, and giggled, answering, "Naa....I had to sleep,
first....actually, I just got out there!" I reached over the consol, and put
my hand on his bare thigh, stroking his silky skin, and said, "Ok,
Champ.....we are outa here!" and I backed out, pointed the car toward the
freeway, and drove off, still rubbing that hairless leg!

About an hour into the trip, we decided a break, and some breakfast was a
good plan, and I pulled off the hiway, and into one of those freeway off
ramp coffee shops that are universal across the country. We entered, and
slid into a vacant booth, as a waitress approached with menu's, and water,
and inquired about our choice pf beverage. We ordered juice, and coffee for
me, a chocolate milk for Jase. We studied the menu, ordered breakfast, and
relaxed. Jase bantered on incessantly about the afternoons game, what time
would we be there, were we going to the hotel before the game, on and on!
Excited...? Naaaa....! The food arrived, and was both delicious, and
plentiful, and we ate with abandon! Finishing, I paid the check, and we
detoured to the men's room on the way back to the car. Side by side at the
old fashioned trough style urinal, we did our thing, and I was afforded an
excellent opportunity to check out the boys cute cock, and his tight little
balls, when he lowered his shorts, and briefs, to do his business. Chuckling
at his endless boldness, I reached over to grope his cute, bare butt a
minute, before he restored the clothing.

Refreshed, we continued the journey, Jason providing a running commentary on
the new sights he was experiencing as we drove. I managed to relieve the
boredom of the drive by frequently groping his snug little package, as he
giggled with delight, thrusting the turgid little instrument into my
invading hand! Traffic was relatively light, and I seriously considered
pulling off the road to suck the little gem, but decided that sufficient
excitement was in the air already, and that the upcoming night at the hotel
held far greater promise than a quick, roadside, blow job, sweet as that
would be!

Arriving at our hotel, I registered, and was given the key to our room. I
had booked a two bedroom suite, for appearances sake, and we gathered up our
luggage, and went in search of the room. Once inside, Jason flitted about
excitedly, checking everything out in each room, then pulled open the drapes
on the sliding door that opened to the outside. "Whoa...check it out, Rob!"
He sang excitedly, and I walked over next to him, looking outside. Our room
was practically poolside, separated from the deck and water by a swath of
lawn maybe ten feet wide. The pool was huge, and sparkling, and came
complete with a springboard, and water slide. At the near end of the pool,
sat an attractive, steaming, spa, and deck chairs and lounges were scattered
liberally about! "Sweet!" I replied, and Jason slid open the glass door,
then walked outside, me close behind.

"Oh Man!" He squeaked, "We gotta be going in that, Rob....it's awesome!" I
looked around the nearly deserted pool area, and had to agree, it was an
awesome setup! "We can do that Champ.....no problem..the game isn't until
4:00 o'clock, and its not even Noon, yet!" I answered. "Cool....hella cool!"
He chirped. "You did bring a swimsuit, right?" I asked. His face caved in
with the sudden realization that he, in fact, had not packed a swimsuit, as
both of us had been so preoccupied with the ball game, the prospect of a
killer hotel pool had not occurred to either of us! I chuckled at his
reaction, then said, "No sweat, Champ....I didn't think of it either....but
I saw a gift shop in the lobby....we can just go buy some!" His grin
instantly returned, and he nodded, saying, "Awwwright!" And I laughed at his
exuberance.

We reentered our room, and put away our things, then walked back to the
hotel lobby, and went to the gift shop. Looking around, I spotted some
racks, and tables with swim wear, and walked over, Jason at my side. I
perused the various merchandise, and my heart skipped a beat, as I picked up
a micro-small, bright yellow, Speedo, type suit, and looked lecherously at
Jason, saying quietly, "This is the ONLY one I'm buying for you, Dude!" And
I wiggled my eyebrows menacingly at him, a wicked grin on my face. He
blushed deeply as he starred at the tiny tog, then slowly, a grin crossed
his cute face, and he said, "You got it, Dude....it's YOUR heart attack!" I
laughed, and nodded, picked out a more normal pair of trunks for myself, and
walked over to the register, where a kind, middleaged woman rang us up,
apparently oblivious to the fact her customer was the poster boy for dirty
old men!

Back in the room, I retrieved the skimpy suit from the bag, and tossed it t
Jason, who blushed sweetly again, then stripped out of his clothes,
displaying his naked, lithe, body to my hungry eyes! "God....you are so damn
gorgeous, Jase!" I told him, meaning every single syllable! He grinned,
blushed, and did a small pirouette, as I drank in his sexy beauty, my cock
stretching, and swelling, in my shorts! Unable to resist, I reached out and
gripped his turgid boy cock, stroking it's soft hardness, and bent down,
placing a kiss on the head, then sucking it, gently, for a minute!
"Ohhhhh....man...!" he groaned in pleasure, and, encouraged, I sucked him
deeper, my hand capturing his tight little balls, and tugging them gently.
"That's....SO....awesome...!" He groaned, and I dropped to my knees in front
of him, gulping his now rock hard tool, my head moving up and down his
length, my fingers toying with his tight balls!

His slim hips began to flex, as he humped his boy cock into my sucking
mouth, and his groans became constant, and I felt his fingers in my hair.
"Ummmm....Ummm...Ummmm...!" He chanted, and I picked up my rhythm, longing
for the sweet taste of him in my mouth, my taste buds picking up is nutty
precum flavor as I worked his pulsing tool. I was bringing him close, I
knew, his excitement level had been at fever pitch all day, and this wasn't
going to take much longer! I moved my sucking mouth in sync with his hip
thrusts, and released his ball sack, moving my hand back, then pressing my
fingers up into his perineum, feeling the rock hardness of him there, and
applying pressure on his prostate from the outside. He moaned louder, and
went tense, his hips jutting forward sharply, as his sweet cock jerked in my
mouth, and blasted his creamy pellets of boy cumm over my tongue, and into
my swallowing throat! "UNGgggggg.......Agggggg...Cummmms....!" He growled,
humping his spewing member in and out of my mouth, letting go of the daylong
tension, his small balls draining their precious fluids into my mouth!

Finished, he slumped to the floor, and I pulled him to me, holding him, and
savoring his creamy sweetness in my mouth. "Wow, Hot Stuff!" I said, "That
was quick!" He giggled his sweet sounds, and nodded, saying, "You're just
way to good at doing that, is all!" Laughing, I hugged him and answered,
"Not good enough, though...I need TONS of practice....TONS!" Lifting his
head, he grinned sweetly at me, and nodded his head, saying, "That's
right...you're good....but if ya practice lots....you'll get perfect...my
coach tells me that, like, all the time!" And he giggled at his little joke
on his coach!

We managed to get to our feet, and don the swim suites. Jason was, of
course, heart stopping sexy in the micro-Speedo, and I, barely, managed to
let him out of the room without devouring him, yet again. My selection of
the trunks type suit proved fortuitous, as I needed all the material I could
get, to even partially conceal my constant hardon from seeing the luscious
boy tucked into the tiny, yellow, cloth!

(To Be Continued)
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