Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2008 15:11:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Private Party Upstairs

Private Party Upstairs
By
Storyguy22


   I sighed as I checked my watch for what was probably the umpteenth time
since I had arrived at the party, and decided that one more hour was going
to do it for me, polite or not. I was the proverbial fish out of water at
this raucous event in the first place, given that I am anything but a party
animal, not to mention that this early thirties crowd was about ten years
too young for my early forties status, and, they were all completely
straight, and at odds with my definite gayness.

    My presence here was more of a business obligation than anything else,
and I figured that giving it another hour would suffice to fill that
obligation in my host's mind; at least I hoped it would as he was among the
most consistent rain makers for my law practice, and I therefore had no
desire to offend or alienate him in any way, certainly not over anything as
trivial as this too-young and too loud party he was giving to celebrate
this lavish new house he had recently purchased to share with his lovely
wife, and young son.

   I put my half finished drink down on the bar that was setup next to the
swimming pool, and weaved my way through the throngs of fairly well lit-up
partiers that were spread around the patio area about nine deep, and
entered the kitchen through the wide French doors. There was a nearly equal
sized crowd packed into the kitchen, and I managed to work my way through
them without anyone button holing me into a deep conversation. Moving into
the combination living room-dining room area, the maneuvering got a little
bit trickier as these areas were currently doing double duty as a dance
floor, and the whole space was jammed with wildly gyrating bodies
attempting to keep up with the reverberating noises emanating from the
stereo. I managed though, and emerged mostly unscathed at the entry foyer
just inside the front door. I paused, sorely tempted to just walk out the
door, and head for my car, but I really didn't want to cause any waves with
my valuable client, so I resisted the impulse, and instead headed down the
hallway in search of the bathroom.

   At the end of the hallway I encountered a closed door that I surmised
would logically be a bath given the array of bedrooms I had passed moving
along the hallway, and when I tried the knob I found it locked. I leaned
close to the door, and focused my hearing, and the muffled voices I heard
coming from the other side pretty much told me that I was going to be in
for a considerable wait for the use of this particular facility. Unless I
seriously missed my guess there was some pretty intense fucking taking
place on the other side of the door, and, from the sounds of things it was
not about to conclude any time soon. I made my way back along the hallway,
and then climbed the curving staircase to the second floor, figuring that a
house this size had to have a minimum to several bathrooms. Reaching the
second floor landing, I glanced down the two separate hallways that
intersected there, and then moved off to my right. I passed two bedrooms
that faced each other across the hall, and then a small study area followed
by what appeared to be another two facing bedrooms. The one on my right was
lit, and I heard a television playing softly inside, so I tapped on the
partly open door, and then stuck my head around the edge of the door,
hoping to find some direction to a bathroom.

   Instead, I found myself struggling to keep my chin from dropping to my
chest and my eyes from popping out of my head as I stared at the stunning
specimen of boyhood beauty that was stretched out on the bed in front of me
clad in nothing more than a very skimpy pair of briefs. Wow...now for a
closeted boy lover of long standing this was a major event indeed, and it
had the very predictable effect on my cock...instantly. Trying my level
best not to drool like some aged senior in the rest home rocker, I managed
what I hoped was a dazzling smile as I said,

   "Oops...excuse the intrusion, young man...I guess I'm a little bit
lost...I was looking for a bathroom."

   The boy grinned at me, adding to my erective distress, and tried really
hard...honest...to not stare at the very intriguing lumps that bulged the
frontal area of those tiny briefs. The boy spoke then, his voice a lilting,
boyish level that was like music to my ears as he told me,

   "It's okay...this house is so big I still get lost in it too
sometimes...you can use my bathroom if you want...right over there..."

   I tore my hungry gaze away from his delicious bulge, and followed the
direction his slender arm was pointing, and I saw what appeared to be a
bath roughly the size of those typically found in hotel lobbies although
this one was apparently for the boy's exclusive use. Daring to look back at
the little stunner, I smiled sheepishly and told him,

   "You are truly a life saver young man...thank you so much...and given
the...urgency...of my situation, I gratefully accept."

   My business complete, I washed up, and then walked back into the boy's
bedroom, and went over to the bed. His concentration was avidly fixed on
the flat screen television that sat on an oak stand opposite his queen
sized bed, and I seized the opportunity to take a slow and detailed look at
his flawless young body. He was a toe head, the naturally blond shade
apparently made lighter still by the summer sun, and he wore it longish,
the tiny ears barely visible behind the soft looking hair. His skin was all
peaches and cream, not a blemish of any sort visible, and his smooth torso
appeared totally devoid of hair. His nipples were a dark rosy color and
they centered his barely developed pectorals perfectly, and I could easily
imagine teasing at the small nubbins with lips and tongue. His tummy was
soft and smooth, and I noted the tiny ring of lingering baby fat that
circled his narrow waist just above the elastic band of the little briefs
he wore. The briefs themselves might have been originally purchased prior
to some recent growth spurt and they fit his bulging treasures as though
they had been painted on him. I stared as long as possible at the tempting
bulges that clearly defined his youthful boyhood and balls, and the fact
that he was circumcised was easily determined by the coronal ridge that the
snug briefs clung to. His legs were perfectly formed, and colt-like, and as
hairless as was the rest of him, causing me to wonder if any smattering of
emerging pubes might be nestled behind the briefs. God, he was beautiful in
every way, and his beauty was only enhanced by the fresh boyish scent of
him that wafted over my senses now that I was standing so close to him.

   I glanced up at the television and saw that he was involved in the most
recent Harry Potter movie, so, hoping desperately for an invitation to join
him, I said excitedly,

   "Oh wow...I love Harry potter...and that is the new one, right..,?...I
have been dying to see that!"

   The boy glanced up at me for maybe half a second, then inched his lithe
body to the slide slightly as that melodic young voice spoke the exact
words I was praying for as he said,

   "You can sit here if you want to watch with me...there's lots of room."

   In a flash I had toed off my loafers and settled onto the bed beside the
boy, and I stuffed one of his pillows behind me as I propped against the
headboard. He looked at me again, his stunning blue eyes sending chills
through me, and I extended a hand palm up as I told him,

   "This is awesome little dude...the party downstairs is no fun at
all...this is much better up here with you...well, and Harry too, I
suppose."

   He giggled sweetly and slapped his small hand against my own, and then,
both surprising and pleasing me no end, he wiggled close to me, and settled
his slender and nearly naked body right into me, snuggling against my
side. That distinctly boyish aroma once more wafted over me, and I inhaled
the heady scent deeply, savoring its potent effect on my dick. Intermixed
with the boy smells were a faint soap smell, and maybe shampoo, and it
struck me that the boy smelled like my bed linins when I removed them from
the dryer fresh from the laundry. His position had my arm trapped between
us, so I pulled it free, and kind of draped it across his smooth shoulders,
and he adjusted again, nudging into me as he extended those colt-like legs
in front of him. The flat on his back position gave real prominence to the
alluring bulges pushing at the small briefs, and I felt a shudder pass over
me as I stared hungrily at the tempting lumps.

   We watched the film a while, and during some brief conversation that we
intermingled with the slower parts of the movie I learned that the boys
name was Adam, and that he was just a little shy of his thirteenth
birthday. He was apparently uninhibited regarding his meager clothing, and
he was also obviously either a very affectionate boy, or attention starved,
or both, as he continued to snuggle tightly with me in spite of our having
just barely met. I decided to test the waters just a bit further, and I
carefully moved my hand and let it rest on his warm, soft tummy. The boy
stirred only slightly at the new contact, and then refocused on the movie,
apparently not concerned that I was touching him in this more intimate way,
so I pushed the envelope again and began gently moving my hand over that
silky skin, kind of going side to side across his little tummy.

   When a few minutes of my rubbing him hadn't drawn any sort of protest or
resistance, I let my fingers trail upward over his torso to his somewhat
boney chest. Carefully, I teased my fingers over his tiny nipples, sensing
the tiny center points reacting as they swelled to stiffness under my
ministrations. He sucked in a breath as I continued this, and then let it
out in a loud sigh that sounded to me like contentment, so I said very
softly,

   "You have such nice smooth skin Adam...all warm and silky...and you
smell really nice too...I really enjoy being with you like this...I hope
it's okay with you...?"

   He sighed again, and shuddered slightly as he said, almost in a whisper,

   "Uh huh...it feels really good...I like it, actually."

   I rolled my head closer to him, and spoke softly into his hair covered
ear, telling him,

   "I'm glad you like me to touch you Adam...and that it makes you feel
good...I like that very much...you are a very handsome and...well...and
sexy boy, I think." And then I licked the inside of his small ear.

   He giggled, and I saw his dainty little toes curl, and more importantly,
I saw the bulge in his briefs stir, and extend. The boy was getting an
erection, I was certain of it. I let my hand roam back down over his slim
body, and as I trailed my fingers across the tiny briefs I ever so lightly
brushed the firm tube of his swollen boyhood for a second before I moved on
to trace my fingertip along the curve of the leg opening of the briefs,
moving back and forth, barely in inch away from his erection, and his
balls. He made a couple of small noises, and I pressed my mouth to his ear
once more, and kind of whispered, saying,

   "Gosh Adam...touching you is really exciting...you feel so nice...this
is even making me all stiff, and hard...you know...?"

   He giggled softly, and his small and delicate hand automatically moved
to his crotch as he momentarily gripped his obviously rigid treasure as he
squeaked,

   "Yea...mines really hard too...!"

   "Really...?" I mused, letting my hand creep onto his briefs, and then
closing around his rigid stalk. I squeezed it, and let my fingers prod his
plump balls as I chuckled softly, and added, "Oh my yes...really hard, and
gosh Adam...you have a really nice one too...quite big for your age, I
think...I bet you have lots of fun playing with it too...I know I sure did
when I was thirteen..."

   He let out a gasp as I groped his boner, and his slender legs parted as
my fingers continued to probe his young balls, and then he muttered in a
kind of non-stop staccato,

   "You think I'm big...?...wow...really...?...and yea...I love playing
with it...and I do it, like, all the time too...but it feels way better
with you touching me...wow...!"

   I chuckled, and worked his stiffy up down as I licked his ear again, and
whispered,

   "Good boy Adam...and you're so right...the touching is much better when
someone else does it to you...especially when you get that really special
feeling...you know the one I mean, right...at the end of rubbing it...?"

   His head bounced eagerly in understanding, and he blurted,

   "Yea...for sure...like right when the stuff squirts out...that is the
best for sure!"

   Ah, I thought...payday...the boy had begun producing that to-die-for
nectar of boy honey...and...I was suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to
sample that heady elixir direct from this budding young tap I held in my
hand. Licking his ear once more, I whispered,

   "Adam...does your door lock...?...I mean, I would love to help you get
that special feeling...and...squirt too...but we don't want to get caught,
you know?"

   "Oh man...yea...I wanna do that with you, for sure...let me up a
second...!"

   Reluctantly, I released his rigid little soldier, and he rolled off the
bed in a flash, and trotted across the room to close and lock his door. As
he hurried back to the bed I chuckled at seeing his pointy erection poking
severally at his tiny briefs, and when he hopped back up on the bed, and
again snuggled into me, I stopped him long enough to peel the briefs down
his legs. His sculpted boyhood bounced free of the snug confines that had
held it, and it jutted at nearly ninety degrees to his snow white groin, so
proud and pink that it made me drool just to look at it. He wasn't huge of
course, but certainly a specimen to be proud of at his tender age, I
guessed it to be about four inches in length, and narrow, just slightly
wider than my thumb. He was neatly circumcised, and his boyhood was tipped
with a beautiful little knob, slightly purple in tone, and centered
perfectly with a tiny slit. There were a smattering of silky blond pubes
scattered at the base of his boyhood, recent I was certain, and few. His
scrotum was plump and hairless, a slightly darker pink shade than his
shaft, and the balls had dropped sufficiently to dangle alluringly between
his silky thighs. He was flushed, both his sweet face and his chest, and I
guessed that to be a mixture of excitement, lust, and embarrassment at
being seen fully naked and hard by a near stranger, and an adult to boot. I
smiled broadly at him, telling him how perfect and beautiful his pride and
joy was, and then I reached out to grip it's silky hardness in my fist as
my other hand went to fondle his hanging balls as he stayed on his knees
facing me.

   "OHhhh golly...wow...that feels awesome...!" he chirped as I stroked
him, my thumb rubbing over the purplish knob.

   I gave him several more strokes, and his rapidly mounting excitement was
evidenced by the appearance of a steady oozing of the clear and slippery
fluid of his precum. I winked at him, and said,

   "Awesome, huh...good...I'm glad you think it feels so good...and you
know what Adam...?...I know something that feels even better than this...!"

   He giggled, his narrow hips bucking against my hand as I rubbed him
slowly, and he replied,

   "No way...man...nothing could ever feel better than this...no way...!"

   I chuckled, and answered,

   "You don't think so, huh...well then...tell me what you think of
this...!"

   And I leaned in close, and swiped over the drooling knob of his boyhood
with the flat of my tongue, capturing the sweetness that had wet the head
of his lovely cock.

   "OH YIKES...!" he squealed, nearly too loudly for comfort.

   I licked him again, savoring his liquid honey again, and then I gripped
the base of his hardness, and slid the whole of it into my mouth and sucked
it as I continued fondling his tender little balls in my hand.

   "UNGggggg...OHhhhh...Jeez...!" he hissed through tightly clenched teeth.

   Up and down I moved in a steady action, my head bobbing over his pulsing
boyhood, and his hips moved to match my rhythm as his thin fingers tugged
at my hair. God, he tasted delicious, so fresh and boyish, and while I
would happily have sucked him until I acquired a terminal case of lockjaw,
it was of course not to be...not with a highly excited late term twelve
year old boy receiving his first ever blow job. The torrent of precum he
was oozing was nearly constant, and its volume frankly surprised me, and
gave rise to my hopes for a decent production of the money shot, and as his
huffing and panting increased in sync with his hip thrusting I knew we were
close, indeed. I picked up my pace a little, and began a gentle downward
tug on his plump balls, and in another minute or two he was over the
top. He let out one long groaning noise as his hips bucked sharply forward,
driving his swelling boyhood deeper into my mouth, and I felt it spasm
sharply, and then erupt, his boyish treasure flooding my mouth as he
ejaculated with surprising force, and volume, about four good offerings by
my harried count.

   The succulent taste exploded over my taste buds like the worlds most
expensive truffle, and I savored the creamy texture and warmth as his pride
and joy softened in my mouth, and then slipped put as Adam more or less
collapsed onto the bed, panting and puffing. I rolled the silky fluid
around my mouth for a moment, and then swallowed it down, savoring the
richness of the after taste in my mouth as I stretched out beside the spent
boy, and pulled him in close, holding him as he recovered. After a while he
stirred, and raised his head to look into my smiling eyes. He grinned
widely, and said, still somewhat breathless,

   "That was SO amazing...jeez...the best ever...you sure were right
Mister...that is, like, tons better than anything I EVER felt...!"

   I brushed my lips against his soft and glowing cheek briefly, and then I
dropped my hand to his lap and gave his treasures a gentle squeeze as he
shuddered, and gasped. I got off the bed then, and extended my hand, again
palm up, and he slapped at it as I told him,

   "Thanks for sharing the movie with me, Adam...I loved it a lot, believe
me...and like I said before, the party upstairs is a whole lot better than
the one downstairs...because this party is yours...I hope to see you
another time, little buddy...you're a pretty amazing boy!"

   And with that, I walked out the door without looking back...I didn't
dare, or I would probably STILL be in that room with that delicious boy!

The End
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