Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2006 13:10:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nasty Man (3)

   I was sitting on the Wicker sofa in the shade of my covered front porch,
sipping an iced tea, and thinking about the boy, when I saw him wheel his
bicycle into my driveway. When I had sent him on his way two days ago,
following our little sexual adventure, I had urged him to come by anytime
he liked, especially anytime that his pretty penis felt the need for
further attention.

   Such a stunning boy, I thought, as I watched him lay his bike on the
grass. His appearance was breath taking once again, and just looking at him
was sending small jolts through my balls, as my cock stirred at the sight
of him. Dressed once again in the small shorts he seemed to favor, and a
brightly colored tee shirt, he was the poster child for budding boyhood,
and I let my eyes drift over his lean form, as he started walking toward
the porch. His bare legs were golden tan, and perfectly formed, smooth and
virtually hairless, save for some light blond peach fuzz that caught the
sunlight below his cute knees. The shorts he wore today seemed to fit his
crotch more snugly that the baggy ones of the other day, and I thought I
could vaguely discern the definition of his sculpted penis, and plump
little balls as the material clung to him there, as he approached, his
breath taking smile adding lumination to the already bright day.

   He climbed the short landing, and crossed the porch to stand in front of
me, and said,

   "Hi...I was, uh, over at the park.....and I didn't see you
anyplace....so, I thought I'd just come over....you said it was ok for me to
do that....like, anytime, you said."

   I returned his bright smile, and nodded my head, saying,

   "Hi yourself, young friend....and, indeed I did say that....and, indeed
I'm very glad that you came over to see me."

   Still grinning, he eyeballed the vacant half of the sofa I was sitting
on, and I patted the padding next to me, and told him,

   "Sit down, young man....relax....would you like something to
drink...?...I'm having iced tea....but, I have some sodas as well...?"

   The boy turned, and began to sit, and my eyes darted to his round little
bottom, again feeling a jolt in my balls, as I recalled the feel of those
firm little globes in my hands. He settled in close to me, and our bare
legs made contact, increasing the amperage of the jolts my balls were
getting. He looked at me, smiling sweetly, as he replied,

   "I guess maybe a soda....any kind is cool....thanks."


   I nodded, letting my hand drop onto his bare thigh, and gave the smooth
flesh a small squeeze, as I said,

   "Gosh, it's just so nice to see you....I've thought about you a lot
since your last visit, and, I'm really glad you dropped by...sit tight,
I'll get your soda, and be right back."

   He nodded, moving back against the sofa, and extending his coltish legs
in front of him, and as the material of his small shorts gathered, and
stretched, across his lap, I was sure that I was definitely seeing the
outline of his pretty boyhood, and it occurred to me that it just might
very well be erect, on at least partly so. Hmmm....perhaps it was, indeed,
feeling an interest in repeating our prior activities, or, maybe even some
further, and new experiences. I stood, turning to conceal the growing
erection in my own shorts, and went inside to get his drink.

   I returned to the porch, and handed the boy his drink, then, sat back
down beside him, once more ensuring the leg contact was made. He tipped
back the can, and drank deeply, as I again stared at his crotch, my mind
visualizing the perfect specimen of young boyhood that I knew was lurking
behind the small shorts. He took the can away from his lush mouth, and
glanced at me, fully busting me staring at the small protrusion in his
shorts, and his satin smooth cheeks colored slightly. His eyes dropped to
his lap, then flicked back to mine, as his flush deepened some, and he
squeaked,

   "Oh jeez....I tried to tell my Mom these shorts don't fit me
anymore....guess I'm growing....but, she didn't do the other laundry
yet....so I, like, had to wear these....and....well....just cause they are,
like, pretty tight.....I get....um....boned a lot...wearing them..." he
muttered, a sweet nervous edge to his still breaking voice.

   I chuckled, again dropping my hand onto his smooth thigh and squeezing
it gently, as I replied,

   "Perfectly all right, Son....excellent, as a matter of fact...as you may
recall, I am actually quite fond of that pretty penis of yours, and, the
fact that those shorts make you boned, and also allow me the opportunity to
see you that way, is really quite exciting for me....please....don't feel
embarrassed....in fact...you are really making my day for me, as we speak."

   He flushed some more, his nearly pretty face all but glowing, as he
giggled sweetly, and mumbled,

   "Oh gosh....yea....ok then....and yea, actually...I remember... really
good... that you....um...are fond of it...."

   I continued to keep my grip on his thigh, and began to slide my hand
over it, letting my fingers wander deeper to the inside of it, very nearly
touching the attractive lump I knew to be his plump little balls, as I
replied,

   "Excellent....I'm so glad that you remember that....as do I....vividly
actually....in fact, I have thought of little else since your last visit."

   He glanced down at my hand very nearly touching his now fully tented
lap, then, glanced up at me, his soft eyes seeming to plead with me to
touch him. I glanced around the front of the house, and, seeing no
observers, I moved my hand fully onto his crotch, and gripped his rigid
boyhood. He shrank deeper into the sofa, and exhaled a big breath, as I
gently kneaded the firm stalk, and he sighed, saying,

   "Oh man....wow...it just feels so good...you touching
me...there...and....well....all that other stuff, too.....oh man!"

   I smiled, and gently worked my grip up and down the length of his
pulsing penis, as I told him,

   "Exactly right, little dude....your feeling good is what makes me happy,
as well, and, I love touching you...there...and anywhere else that interests
you....so just relax, and enjoy, ok...no pressure here....our deal is the
same...you just tell me when to stop, ok?"

   He shuddered slightly, flexing his small butt to add pressure to my
fondling his penis, and I opened my palm, cupping his entire package, as
his slender legs widened to give me better access to his youthful
goodies. I glanced around again, a little tense to be openly fondling a
thirteen year old boy on my front porch, but unable to resist, as I groped
his marble sized balls, causing him to moan softly with pleasure.

   "How about we go inside, hot-shot, and, um, get you more
comfortable.....and really make you feel good....sound good...?" I asked him.

   He shuddered once more, as I again closed my fingers firmly around his
turgid weapon, and nodded his head rapidly, his soft hair fluffing off his
head, as he hissed,

   "Oh man....yea....please...?.....could we do that...?"

   I winked at him, giving that sculpted boyhood another good squeeze, and
answered,

   "Absolutely we can do that....and, we shall....come on little
dude....it's time to make this pretty penis all happy...!"

   We stood, both of our shorts seriously distended, and moved inside, as I
cupped one firm globe of his pretty butt as I followed him through the
door. In the living room, I gave his butt another squeeze, then, turned him
to face me, as I smiled, eyeing the extended tent in his shorts, and said,

   "Those shorts are wonderful, but, they look a tad uncomfortable at the
moment....would it be all right if I took them, and your shirt, off of you
now...?"

   His head rocked rapidly in the affirmative, and I reached for the hem of
his tee shirt, lifting it, and taking it off over his head, as he extended
his arms. I dropped the tee on the floor, and paused to look at his bare
torso, relishing the satin smoothness of his creamy skin, and the total
absence of hair in his soft underarms. His tiny nipples were distended,
rigidly erect, and his soft tummy glowed with the same golden tan as his
legs, and I extended my hand, lightly passing it over the warm, soft skin
of his chest, and tummy. He sighed, lightly rocking on his heels, as I
stroked his buttery skin, and let my fingers graze over his stiff nipples,
tweaking them gently. Trailing my fingers down to his soft little tummy, I
stroked the tiny ridge of baby fat that still clung there, and I watched
his granite hard penis twitch in the tight confines of the small shorts.

   Looking into his flushed face, I said,

   "I think we need to let that pretty penis of yours out, it can't be
comfortable all trapped that way....do you think?"

   He nodded rapidly, and I sat down on the coffee table, as I hooked my
fingers into the elastic at the waist of the shorts, and tugged them down
his well formed legs, leaving them puddled at his feet. I sat back up, and
moaned, as I viewed him standing there, clad in just about the smallest
pair of snow white undies I had ever seen. They were of some type of satin
like material, very nearly sheer, so thin was the cloth they were cut from,
and there was no "y" front to them, making them more like little girls
panties, than boy's underwear. The near-transparent garment clung to his
boyhood like a second skin, and the silky pouch of his young balls was
gathered into a tight lump that bulged just below the clearly defined
penis. There was a serious wet spot just at the outline of his penis head,
maybe the size of a half dollar, indicating the level of his arousal, and
my jaw bone ached, as I was sorely tempted to lean forward, and lick the
creamy wetness that leaked from the boys penis. As I watched, his penis
twitched inside the thin panties, and he let out a small grunt, and dropped
his hand down to adjust his hardness in the tiny garment. I looked up at
him, my lust for the young boy increasing even more, as I noted his very
flushed face, and shy little smile, as he informed me,

   "I know....sorta like girly panties, huh....it just....well....the laundry
thing....its, like, all I could find to put on...."

   I winked at him again, and told him,

   "They are perfectly fine, Son....excellent, actually....you look
absolutely stone sexy wearing them.....but...they must be giving you a ball
ache being so tight....I think it's best if I remove them now, don't
you...?"

   Another nod of his head, his soft hair framing his sweet face, and I
reached out to roll the silky undies down his pretty legs. His sculpted
penis leapt free, turgid and throbbing, as it weaved off his silky groin,
the pent up scrotum releasing just below, as his plump nuggets were at last
allowed to separate, and hang slightly. I sat back on the table, running my
eyes over his total beauty, and was once more stunned by the sheer
perfection of the boy. The smooth as glass shaft of his boyhood flared at
the nearly purple head, and a more or less steady seepage of precum oozed
from the tiny slit, giving a sheen to the taut tissue. He looked down at
his pulsing erection, and then looked at me, his soft doe eyes almost
pleading, as he said, very softly,

   "Oh, please....oh gosh....please....touch me....touch me...there...!"

   My own cock released a purge of fluid into my strained underwear, as his
words sent a strong jolt through my aching balls, and I nodded, saying
nothing, but slowly reached out my hands, and gripped his rigid young penis
in one, and gently cupped his hairless sac in the other.  The boy groaned
loudly, a shudder coursing through his slender body, as he hissed,

   "Ohhh, yea....oh wow....oh man...touch me...rub me...it feels so
awesome...!"

   I stroked his penis slowly, and fondled his tender young balls, keeping
a steady, but deliberately slow pace, knowing that the boy was fully
charged, and very ready to blow. Releasing his plump orbs, I ran my fingers
over his firm thighs, and trailed them lightly across his soft tummy, as my
other hand worked the silky smooth skin of is penis, and I watched his
clear precum eject steadily from the tiny slit in his cock, and he rocked
his head back, his lush mouth hanging open, as he uttered soft little moans
of pleasure. Leaning closer, my senses reeled with the boyish scent of him,
and his abject arousal, and I moved in closer still, and engulfed his rigid
penis into my mouth, as my hand went back to capture his balls, tugging and
kneading them.

   "AHhhhhhg......ohhh.....jeez.....!" he yelped, as he looked down, intently
watching me as I moved my drooling mouth back and forth over the length of
his leaking boyhood.

   He moved his slim hips back and forth, matching the rhythm of my sucking
mouth, and I felt his fingers lace into my hair, as he clung to my head for
balance. I slid his boyhood out of my mouth, and briefly lapped at his
tight scrotum, gently mouthing each nugget in turn, as his fingers tugged
sharply at my hair, and he groaned, a deep, wailing sound, and as I again
engulfed the whole of his throbbing erection, he rocked up onto his toes,
and thrust sharply forward, as his young penis erupted into my hungry
mouth, scalding my tongue with rapid fire jets of his tasty young cum
pellets, one right after the other. I was once again surprised at the
force, and volume of his ejaculate, as it pulsed steadily into my mouth,
flooding me repeatedly, so that I was forced to gulp down one eruption in
order to accept the next.

   Finally, he was spent, his tender balls drained of their pressure, and
his body went suddenly limp, his knees buckling, as I wrapped my arms
around his slim waist, and eased him back onto the sofa behind him. He
sagged full length on the sofa, his smooth chest rising and falling
rapidly, as he gulped air, and looked at me in amazement, then, smiled his
killer smile, as he shook his head side to side, and uttered,

   "Oh wow....oh man....that was.....so cool...!"

   I chuckled, my hand lightly stroking his chest, and replied,

   "Indeed it was....cool.....and, so very thick, and creamy...you produce
amazing amounts of semen for one so young!"

   He giggled sweetly, his head moving in agreement, and replied,

   "Yea, huh.....well, after all....I am thirteen....and....I been doing it,
like, since I was eleven!"

   I laughed at that, then, stood up, my erection threatening to rip my
shorts, and went to get us some fresh drinks from the kitchen. When I
returned, the boy was in a sitting position on the sofa, his very pretty
little penis now in repose, as it rested softly on top of his pink little
scrotum. I walked up to him, and handed him a new can of soda, which he set
on the table beside him, as he fixed his gaze on my seriously tented
shorts. He stared a minute, then, lifted his doe-like eyes to meet mine,
and smiled his sweet boyish smile, as he said, so very softly I nearly
missed it,

   "Can I see yours now.....please....?"

(To Be Continued)
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