Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2005 13:41:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: my good friends boy (part twenty)

Finished stuffing ourselves with a delicious breakfast, Jason and I
returned to the suite, and packed up our stuff. I went to the front desk,
and settled the bill, then retrieved Jase, and we loaded the car, and
headed for home. As we drove in relatively light traffic, we talked about
the trip, the Major League game experience, the awesome Hotel pool, and
spa, and about our behind-closed-door experiences, as well. Jason was
enthusiastically positive on all counts, as was I, and we decided that all
in all, it had been an incredible time of both indoor, and outdoor sports!
About an hour from home, Jase curled into the seat, and, resting his head
on a folded sweatshirt, dozed off. I passed the rest of the drive time
between watching the road, and watching my cutie boy peacefully sleeping, a
small smile painted onto his sweet, full, lips!

He stirred as I exited the freeway, and caught the stoplight at the end of
the off-ramp. Sitting up, he swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand,
and blinked several times, bringing himself back to life. "Awww....!" He
moaned, 'we're like, almost home, huh?" I grinned at him, and reached over
to squeeze his smooth thigh, and answered, "Yea, Champ....we are,
actually." Reaching down, he picked up my hand, and moved it into his
crotch, pressing me into his package, and I gripped his turgid cock,
rubbing him, and saying, "Hmmm....horny boy....so soon...?" He giggled, and
nodded his head, answering, "Uh Huh...you touch me....I'm horny....'s how
it works, Dude!"

As the light changed, I regrettably released his stiff little boy meat, and
guided the car into the flow of traffic, and told him, "Well, I like that,
Champ.....big time...but we are close to home, Babe, so we best chill
out....can't be bringing you home all boned up, can I?" He giggled
wickedly, and said, "Dunno....might be a hoot, actually!" Laughing, I
replied, "Oh Yea.....right...I'm SO sure your Dad would understand....NOT!"
He giggled some more, and chirped, soto voice, "Hi Daddy.....look....my
dickie is all hard from Rob rubbing on it in the car!!" I quickly reached
over, and tweaked his little nail, and told him, "You knock that off, Hot
Stuff.....not EVEN funny...!" More girly-voice, "Uh huh Daddy....and then
he even sucked on it, Daddy.....before he put his really big one up my
little butthole, Daddy!" I growled, and said, sternly, "Jason!....Do NOT
make jokes like that...I'm serious!" His melodic sounds filled the cars
interior, as he cackled at his little joke, then sobered, and looked
seriously at me, saying, "Just kidding, Dude....I'd like, NEVER....say
anything about us...not ever!" I nodded, knowing that he was just making
kid humor, but also needing to feel assured that's all it was, given the
fact that Matt would probably cut mine off with a very dull instrument, and
feed it to me, inch by inch, before calling the law to take my sorry ass
away forever, should he ever find out that I was having sex with recently
turned twelve year old son!

The moment passed, and Jason went back to reveling about the ball game,
settling both me, and his hard little cock, so that we were relaxed, and
smiling, as we pulled up in his driveway. We got out, and opened the trunk,
affording brief privacy to our position at the rear of the car, and Jason
quickly stretched up, and kissed my lips, saying, "Your so awesome,
Rob....the best, actually!" Unable to resist, I groped his tight little
butt, then handed him his bag, and closed the trunk, just as Matt, and
Julie, approached the car. "Hey, Guys!" yelled Matt, and Julies excited
voice joined in, saying, "Hi Honey.....welcome home!" As she approached
Jason, and hugged him tightly. "Hi Mom....Dad..!" Chirped Jason in return,
and as his Mom hugged him, Matt extended his hand to me, and I shook it, as
he asked, "So, Rob...You don't look like the tiger, here, wore you out
totally, I'm glad to say!" I chuckled, and shot a quick glance at the
slightly blushing Jason, and answered, "Well, Matt.....I survived pretty
well, but it took some effort, for sure!" Matt nodded, and laughed, saying,
"Yea....I hear you, Bud....all that youthful energy, right?" I looked at
him, smiled, and said, "Exactly...!" Jason giggled behind me.

We went inside, and had some coffee, as Jason recited the highlights of the
trip in typical excited boy fashion, extolling greatly the details of the
game, the hotel room, and pool, ending with surprising recall at the
various foods we had ingested along the way, and, thankfully, leaving out
any hint of our private enjoyments! Matt and Julie again thanked me
profusely for having undertaken the adventure with their obviously
delighted Son, and I accepted their praise gratefully, if a tad
embarrassed! As I said my goodbyes, Jason lunged himself at me, wrapped me
in a huge hug, even shyly kissing my cheek briefly, as he thanked me for an
"amazing" time! Blushing slightly at the affectionate display in the
presence of his parents, I looked into his incredible blue eye's, and said,
"Amazing....that's exactly the right word, Champ!" And I got out of there,
while I still held on to some self control!

Arriving home, I stripped out of my clothes, and stood a long time under a
hot shower, relaxing my much exercised body, and once again recalling the
incredible events of the past thirty or so hours of my life! Toweled off, I
pulled on a pair of cargo shorts, and went to the kitchen phone, and
ordered a pizza delivery. That done, I opened a cold beer, and settled into
my recliner, flipped on the TV, and waited for the Pizza. The high school
kid from the Pizza place soon arrived, and stood in the open doorway
looking very much like dessert, as I found my wallet, and paid him, adding
a memorable tip to the mix, in the hope that he would remember, and be
first in line for any future deliveries to my humble bachelor pad! Yummy
looking lads like him definitely did good things to my...uh...appetite! As
I carried the steaming Pizza into the living room, I idly wondered if
perhaps he was a baseball fan!

Before I could dig into the Pizza, the phone rang. Answering, I was greeted
by the sweet tone of the delectable young Tommy! "Hey, Coach!" He chirped,
"What's up?" Grinning, my mind quickly conjured up a vision of the cutie
boy, and I absently slid my hand inside the loose shorts, griping my bare
cock, and answered, "Hey, yourself, Tommy-Boy.....not much...just getting
ready to attack a Pizza!" A pause, then, "Cool...need any help...?" With a
chuckle, and feeling my cock thicken some, I said, "Probably way more than
I can handle alone, yea...." A giggle, then, "Awesome....Mom's at work
again...so...uh....be right there...OK?" Gripping my cock a little harder,
and rapidly forgetting the Pizza, I answered, "Very, very, OK,
Tommy-Boy...get that cute little stuff on over here!" Another sweet giggle,
then, "You got it, Dude!" And the line went dead. I laughed, and hung the
phone up, returned to the living room, picked up the pizza, and put it on
low heat in the oven, waiting for my soon to be arriving dinner
guest....and, hopefully....dessert!

(To Be Continued)
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