Date: Fri, 1 May 2009 14:52:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Nicky (1)

My Nicky
By
Storyguy22


   When the boy and I had set out in the boat for a day of high country
trout fishing the action had been great. In the early hours of first light
we had quickly boated a half dozen nice fish with no more effort than
putting along the Western shore of the pristine mountain lake, but once the
warm sunshine had painted across the lakes flat surface, the fish had
withdrawn from the bite, and as the warmth of the day increased both of us
were lightly dozing as we continued to troll our bait with negative
results. No matter, I decided as I settled back in my comfortable boat
seat; the worst day fishing beat the best day working as the old saying
goes.

   Hidden behind my mirrored sunglasses and a baseball cap bill pulled low,
I studied the lithe teen boy that lounged in the forward seat, more asleep
than alert, although his fishing pole remained at the ready in his grip on
the off chance that the bite would pick up again.

   The boy I reference was named Nicky, the Grandson of the elderly widow
lady that lived in the house next to mine, and he was with me today as a
kind of annual ritual that had become a regular part of his annual summer
visits to his Grandma's house. He had recently turned fourteen, and our
fishing outings had begun back when he was just ten years of age, the first
summer I had met him when he had come to stay with Grandma for a couple of
weeks during his summer school break. She being an elderly lady, and alone,
and me being a single man who lived next door who at thirty-four was far
more entertaining to a ten year old boy than was Grandma, it was a kind of
natural evolvement that Nicky spent more time hanging out with me than he
did at Grandmas.

    From the get-go he had been a great kid, a typical ten year old bundle
of energy who was additionally blessed with both an outgoing and pleasing
personality, and a stunning boyish cuteness. That last observation may have
been prejudiced by the fact that I was, and am, a devout boy lover of long
standing, to be perfectly honest, but none the less the little cutie had
captured my heart, and my lust, at first sighting.  At first meeting he
sported a head of soft hair so blond that is was nearly white, and his
satin smooth skin was nicely tanned from countless hours of running around
outdoors in nothing but a pair of skimpy shorts, and a pair of battered
tennis shoes. When Grandma introduced us, Nicky had instantly captured my
heart when he had flashed a dazzling smile, his small, soft hand being
swallowed by my own as we shook, and his still high-pitched and boyish
voice had rung all of my boy lover bells as he said hello. As he had
fidgeted around while Grandma sang his many praises to me, I had nodded my
agreement as I let my gaze drift over the boy's nearly naked young body, my
balls at the stir as I carefully noted each nook and cranny.

   He was small of stature, petite, I suppose would describe him, probably
not more than about 4' 10", and maybe 85 pounds. The afore mentioned blond
hair surrounded his sweet face in a sort of bowl cut style, with fine bangs
drifting over his forehead. His flawless complexion was peaches and cream
with a gentle flushing of pink on his cheeks, and his mouth was a perfect
oval with lush and highly kissable lips. His thin frame allowed for the
visibility of his ribs, and his soft little tummy sported the small cave of
an "inney" navel, and his narrow waist tapered into small hips and a
perfect little bubble butt. His legs were thin and satin smooth with not a
whisper of hair as yet, and his trim ankles ended in smallish feet. The
snug shorts he favored offered a hint of the boyish treasures that lurked
behind the thin material, and I easily conjured up a clear vision of his
tiny boyhood, all soft and pink as it rested on a small pouch of crinkled
and hairless skin that was still tucked tightly against his body, hiding
his as yet undeveloped little eggs. I shuddered, the vision of the boy
naked flashing through my mind, and I managed to shake it off before my own
cock grew obvious behind my shorts, and event that would certainly disturb
Grandma.

   All of those first impressions had remained clear in my mind as the
course of his yearly visits moved across the ensuing four years, and with
each return visit as his youthful charms began to mature and flourish my
attraction to him intensified at an equal pace. Having been informed by
Grandma of the day of his arrival, my anticipation grew at a pace equal to
my failing patience, and I found myself eagerly peering out of my front
windows as I awaited his arrival. At long last the moment arrived, and I
felt my cock stir as I stood in the shadows behind my living room drapes as
I watched the boy alight from Grandma's car, and make his way to the trunk
to retrieve his bags. My breath caught in my throat as he bent from the
waist to reach into the depth of the trunk, and his perfect little butt
lifted, and displayed fully to my hungry gaze. He straightened then, and
closed the deck lid as he followed his Grandma into the house. I paced,
eager for the moment I knew was coming, assuming that Nicky followed suit
with his previous visits, to wit, as soon as he felt it acceptable to
Grandma, he would come bounding across the lawn that separated our
properties, and ring my bell...well...ring ALL my bells!

   True to form, about forty minutes later, my door bell sounded, causing a
rapid elevation of my heart rate along with a tingling in my balls. I
hurried to the door, and swung it open to greet a widely grinning Nicky,
and as I returned the warm smile, I opened my arms widely, and the stunning
boy literally threw himself against me as I wrapped my arms around his
lithe body, holding him close. The boyish scents of him washed over me, and
I all but swooned as I savored the soft curves and bulges of his body
against me, and I squeezed him tight before backing away a touch to look
into his sky-blue eyes. He grinned coyly, a slightly sheepish expression on
his cute face, and I shook my head as I said,

   "Nicky...oh wow...it's so great to see you, Buddy...and gosh...you have
sure done some growing over this year!"

   He chuckled sweetly, flushing slightly as he nodded his head so that
some errant strands of his soft blond hair swept across his forehead as he
replied,

   "Hey Rob...man...it's really good seeing you too...and yea...I guess
maybe I filled out some...still sort of a shrimp, though...!"

   I laughed, taking his arm and pulling him inside the living room as I
closed the door, and then told him,

   "Shrimp...?...no way, dude...or maybe you have totally forgotten that
shrimpy little ten year old who used to show up here...?"

   He giggled, and shrugged, and I noticed how his bare chest had indeed
developed over the past year, and I also noted the faint treasure trail of
soft blond hair that descended from his cute little navel to disappear
under the elastic of his traditional shorts. Continuing my downward gaze I
also noted the recent emergence of equally pale and soft hair growth that
showed along his lower legs, and I decided that my Nicky was a little boy
no longer, but rather at the beginning stages of young manhood. It occurred
to me that his treasures were doubtless no longer tiny, pink, and hairless,
and a brief glance at his bulging crotch affirmed the thought, causing my
own equipment to stir as I forced my eyes back to meet his own.

   I had led him to the living room then, and we had settled onto the sofa
there and played verbal catch-up of the recent year, the warm and easy
conversation quickly bringing our relationship back to that familiar and
comfortable level it had always enjoyed. All of that had been a week ago,
and as I brought myself back to real time, I let my sun glasses hidden gaze
travel the length of his slender frame as he continued to doze behind his
own sun glasses and hat.

   Shirtless as usual, I studied his widening shoulders, and the golden tan
of flawless skin of his arms and chest, and my eyes settled on the dark
circles of his quarter-sized nipples. The tiny nubs at their center were
relaxed, and I closed my eyes briefly to imagine my lips teasing at the
brown circles until the nubs rose into small eraser points. I let my gaze
drift lower, following the taper of his torso as it blended into a narrow
waist, and I focused once more on that fine and nearly invisible trail of
soft blond hair that dipped under his shorts. Concentrating on the
delicious bulges that resulted from the gathering of material of his
shorts, I let myself believe that I could actually see the tube of his
boyhood, and the lump of his maturing balls where the pressed against the
thin material, and I shuddered, a soft groan escaping my mouth. Nicky
stirred, and opened his eyes to look at me, and as a sly little smile
turned up the corners of his lush mouth I knew he had busted me checking
out his crotch. He closed his eyes again, and idly lifted one arm as he
settled his hand on those tempting lumps at his crotch, and he made one of
those unselfconscious adjustments that all young boys make frequently. My
heart skipped a few beats as I watched him, and I longed to replace his
hand with my own. He sighed heavily, moving his arm and hand to swipe at
his glistening brow, and he opened his eyes again to look at me as he said,

   "Man...the fishing sucks all of a sudden...and it is getting really
hot...!"

   I nodded my agreement, trying and failing to not look at his crotch as I
swore silently that the thickness of that tube I had checked out earlier
had grown in girth from his toying with it, and I managed a fairly normal
tone as I replied,

   "I agree on both counts, Dude...maybe the action will pick back up after
the heat of the day...if you're bored, or too warm, we can reel in and head
over to the island and get out for a stretch and some shade...and try our
luck a little later."

   He pushed himself up to a sitting position, and his hand once more
dropped to his lap to adjust whatever it was he had going on there as he
nodded, and reached for his pole as he began retrieving his line, as he
said,

   "Yea...lets do that, Rob...I need a break from this sun...gotta pee,
too...!"

   My heart did that skip a beat thing again at his mention of needing to
pee...to my delight Nicky had never exhibited an ounce of "pee-shyness"
during our relationship, and the result of that had been fairly frequent,
if sadly brief, glimpses of his perfectly formed boyhood, and I definitely
looked forward to renewing the pleasurable experience. Reaching for my own
pole, I quickly reeled in, and then fired up the motor and headed for the
island that sat near the center of the large mountain lake. The southern
shore of the island offered a quiet cove complete with a crescent of soft
white sand that faced the undeveloped shore of the lake, and as the boat
reached its plane, I steered for that location.

   After beaching the boat, we clamored ashore, and I of course seized that
golden opportunity to appreciate the perfect roundness of his tight little
butt as he stooped to exit the boat. Without delay, he headed off toward
the distant tree line, and I quickly followed. Reaching the far side of the
narrow beach, we stopped side by side, separated by a discrete space, and
fished out our cocks to void our bladders. I subtly turned my head
sufficient to view his penis as he yanked down the front of his shorts to
let it free, and even though he wrapped his hand around it, voiding my
clear view, I felt my cock thicken as I watched the forceful stream of his
pee jet forth to wet the dirt in front of him. Damn, I thought, how hot
would it be to hold that beauty for him while that strong flow poured
forth! He apparently had not been kidding when he had indicated the need to
pee, as he was still going strong when my own stream ceased, and I shook
off before tucking away. Nicky glanced in my direction, and gave a small
shrug as if to say "what can I do," and I winked at him as I boldly stared
directly at what I could see of his cock before turning and walking back to
the boat.

   Retrieving a tarp from the boat, I spread it on the sand under the shade
ring of a large pine tree, and settled down on it as Nicky came walking
across the strip of sand to join me. He dropped down on the tarp, and took
off his cap to swipe his brow with his forearm as he said,

   "Man...I needed that, big time...and this shade, too...it really got
warm the last few minutes."

   I agreed, and we lounged back on the shaded tarp sipping at some cold
sodas as we chatted in our usual comfortable way. Eventually, I asked him
about how things were going for him at home, and at school, eventually
teasing him about how the girl-hunting had been going. He blushed some, and
kind of evaded the questions as he muttered something vague about finding
the fair sex more than a bit confusing, and certainly high maintenance, the
summation being that the whole effort might just be more trouble than it
was worth.

   Taking a different tack, I decided to test the waters a bit, and I told
him,

   "Really...?...wow Nicky...that is exactly how I have always felt about
that, too...I mean, you will probably outgrow that outlook...but I never
did...not to this day, actually."

   He turned his head, looking at me with a curious expression on his face
as he gave a small shrug, and replied,

   "Actually, I kind of...um...figured that out about you, Rob...I mean,
like, you never...uh...seem to spend any time with ladies...not that I have
seen, anyway..."

   Watching him carefully, and sensing that his attitude was fully open
regarding the subject, I boldly pressed on, saying,

   "Yea...well, Nicky...the truth is that there was a time...long
ago...that I really tried to make things different about that issue, you
know...?...but...eventually I just accepted that the female of the specie
just doesn't float my boat, so to speak...hell, I guess you are old enough
to understand the truth now...and I hope it won't be an issue in our
relationship...you are like a part-time son to me, after all...but yea
Nicky...in the interest of full disclosure here...well...I'm gay...and
always have been, though I work at keeping it low key."

   Nicky let that perk a minute, and then looked at me with one of those
high wattage smiles as he nodded his head, and said quietly,

   "Naw Dude...it's all good...I actually sort of figured that out
already...I mean, the no ladies in your life thing...and...well...that, and
the way I see you...um...looking at me, sometimes, too...but it's
cool...really...I, uh...actually sort of...like it..."

   That, of course, hit me like a truck...not the part about him figuring
out my gayness, but the part about him knowing I looked at him...I mean, I
knew I had been busted perving him on numerous occasions, but what stunned
me was the declaration that he liked it! Unsure what to say, I winked at
him, and reached out to ruffle his soft hair, as I simply responded from
the heart, telling him,

   "You are very special to me Nicky...very special...and you have no idea
how good your saying that makes me feel...no idea at all...but thanks,
okay?"

   As if on impulse, he suddenly scooted next to me, and practically threw
himself against me as he wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me hard
before just as quickly releasing me as he pulled away blushing furiously,
his eyes cast downward. I reached out and rubbed my palm over his smooth,
warm back as I said against his small ear,

   "Nothing more needs saying, Nicky...I get it, okay...?...and it's
cool...it's all good between us...perfect, even...just chill, okay...?"

   He nodded, his lean body shivering gently as he rolled his head, and
fixed me with his soft blue eyes as he said,

   "You're so awesome, Rob...calling me special...and like a son...wow...I
feel like that about you too...for a long time, actually..."

   Sensing that we had taken this far enough for the moment, I ruffled his
hair again, and then tried to lighten the mood by saying,

   "Hey, Hot-Stuff...what do you say we take a dip in the lake...?...a real
cool down might be just the ticket here...!"

   He brightened too, his head coming up as he grinned widely, and
answered,

   "Awesome plan, Dude...yea...but we...um...didn't bring any swim trunks
or anything...!"

   Laughing, I let my hand drop casually onto his smooth, firm thigh, just
about midway between his knee, and his treasures, and I gave him a firm
squeeze as I answered,

   "Yea...well, a minor issue...we can either just go in our
undies...or...hell, we could skinny dip...what a great chance that would be
for me to see that amazing body of yours I have always wanted to see...!"

   He blushed furiously, looking at me with incredulity as he thought that
over for a few seconds, and then he grinned shyly, and muttered,

   "Oh man...lets, okay...?...I skinny dipped a couple times when we went
camping back home...I loved it...it feels so awesome...and, um...wow...you
really think my body is...amazing...?"

   Laughing, I slid my hand into his crotch, and closed it boldly around
his ample boyhood as I winked at him, and answered,

   "Yup, I sure do think that, Nicky...and from how...this...feels, I'm
right, too...last one in is a rotten egg...!"

   He giggled loudly, and quickly reached down to yank his shorts down his
shapely legs, and kick them off his feet. Clamoring to his feet, his mostly
erect boyhood jutting proudly off his sparse thatch of blond pubes as he
turned toward the water, and yelped,

   "That would be you, old man...cause I'm already there, and you're just
sitting there with your mouth hanging open while you look at
my...amazing...cock...!"

   With that, he jogged toward the water as my eyes bored into the
delicious bubble of his wiggling little ass. I licked my lips,
simultaneously stunned and thrilled at this turn of events as I got to my
feet and then wiggled out of my shorts and briefs. Naked as my Nicky-boy, I
ran to the water, and dove in. Surfacing, I saw a grinning Nicky diving and
splashing around several yards from me, and I plunged back into the
refreshing water and began swimming toward him. As each powerful stroke
brought me closer to the naked and grinning teen, I wondered just how far
this incredible dream-like experience would go...!

(To Be Continued)
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