Date: Sun, 21 Sep 2008 19:07:43 -0700
From: Kevin <kevroc543210@att.net>
Subject: Salvation of a Boylover, Part 4

THE SALVATION OF A BOYLOVER
Part 4

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This story may contain material of a homosexual, and more specifically a
man-boy nature.  If you are under 18 you are supposed to exit this story
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between good and bad, right and wrong, predatory and nice, as well as
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All that being said, read on.

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The truly beautiful thing about boys is that they are, indeed, beautiful.

Tommy had opted to sleep in his his own bunk in the trailer, but somewhere
in the wee hours he nestled into my bed, not even waking me.

His is a bed in the back of the trailer, mine is the couch which futon's
out to a fairly comfortable sleeping arrangement.

I awoke to this cherubic boy being the inner spoon, my arm over his chest
and tucked into his shoulder, his hair slightly ruffled, and long lashes
and eyelids gently covering his sleeping eyes.

Surprisingly - despite my being spooned up against this cute boy who
obviously wanted to be close at times, fool around other times - I wasn't
boned up at all.

I closed my eyes and snoozed a bit longer.

Tommy still hadn't moved from his inner-spoon spot, and I was feeling the
need to hit the bathroom as well as start up the coffee.  Careful not to
wake my sleeping boy, I eased out of bed and went about my routine.

After the bathroom I passed by sleeping beauty and he'd rolled over on his
back, eyes still shut.  I was about done starting the coffee and I looked
over to my bed.

Tommy was stretching, arms overhead, and his unwitting erect boyhood was
popping out of his boxers.

He opened his eyes to see what was where, and looked at me in the kitchen
area.

"Good morning, Sunshine," I smiled, "I see both Little and Big Tommy are
up."

He sleepily waved and smiled back, thought about what I said, and looked
down at his peek-a-boo member, staring as if it had no right to be waving
around in the air.

All too cute.

"Would you like a good morning kiss and hug?" I asked.

He nodded, again, all too cute.

I ambled over to his spot, and of course gave him a fairly warm hug, and a
kiss on the forehead.

He smilled sheepishly, followed by an unexpected giggle.

"Up with you now," I intoned, walking away to the kitchen area to continue
making breakfast.

"Okay," he replied lazily, but was moving toward getting up.  I heard him
head to the bathroom a couple seconds later.

Through breakfast Tommy was a bit quiet, but didn't seem unhappy or
stressed, so I took it that he was thinking, putting things together, and
would talk (or not) if he felt the need to do so.

"What would you like to do today," I asked, fishing up some of my eggs.

"Mmmm, just thinking about that," he said thoughtfully.

"Probably swimming this afternoon, but for the morning maybe a nature hike
or something," he returned.

"That sounds good," I said, taking a sip of my coffee, "let's do that."

"Okay," he nodded in return, his cute and shiny light-brown hair bouncing
along with his head motion.

Oops!  I noticed that Tommy hadn't gotten, nor had I offered, anything for
him to drink along with his breakfast.

"Hey, sorry, Tommy.  I forget to ask you what you'd like to drink."

He smiled.

A funny smile.

"Um, I guess milk," he answered, still smiling - almost smirking slightly.

"Milk it is," I smiled back, and went to the 'frig and then poured him some
milk.

"Thanks," he said with a big smile and eyes, somehow drinking and smiling
without milk leaking out the sides of his big smile.

"I miss something," I asked, somewhat bemused.

"No, no," he returned.  "Not at all," and with that he finished his milk
and sat the emptied glass down, smiling directly at me.

"Ok," I laughed.

He laughed back, and began eating his eggs and toast.  I followed suit,
keeping a watchful eye on Tommy's remnant smile.

It was one of those peaceful moments.  I'm sure you know what I mean.  If
you could freeze the moment in time, and put a little definition or
explanation by it, it'd say something like "Contentment", or "Bliss".

"So," Tommy said between bites of egg, "when did you know....that you were
gay?"  He posed the question very lightly, deftly.

I smiled, finishing my mouthful of toast.

"Well, that question has sort of a two part answer," I explained.  "First
off, I always wanted to be with boys my age and occasionally boys that were
older or younger, to hang out, play, etc.  As I got older, it just never
progressed into being (and I made the quotations motion with my fingers to
emphasize it) "interested in" or hanging out with girls for any reason,
much less the obvious one."

Tommy laughed, nodding.

"What's the second part?" he then asked.

I cocked my head at an angle a bit, still figuring out how to voice the
thought.

"The second part came later.  I think that once I'd sorted out my feelings
and better understood myself and my place in the world, I realized that I'd
always LIKED boys, period, to hang with and play with, but also,
well.... sexually, too.  It wasn't like I j-u-s-t wanted to have sex with
guys, I just liked guys overall and the other was, of course, a part of
it."

Tommy continued looking at me a for a second or so after I'd quit talking,
obviously thinking about what I'd said.

Then he nodded.

"So, you like guys...but mostly..." he trailed off.

"...boys" I finished.

He nodded and smiled, happy that I'd helped him voice his thought, and then
thought again for a moment.

"So, do you just like all boys in general...?"

Hmmm.

"I generally think all boys are adorable, deserving of help and protection
where needed, fun to watch, play with, and be with.  Some boys more than
others, a few boys way more than others."

With that I ruffled his beautiful head of hair, which always seems to fall
back down into place as though each individual hair knew where it was
supposed to go.  Amazing.

Tommy smiled that funny smile all over again.

"Are you going to tell me what you're smiling at yet," I chuckled.

He shrugged.

"Nothing," being the elusive 13 year-old boy that he most defiitely was.

"Uh-huh," I replied, nodding, with just a slight bit of "yeah right" tone
in there for good measure and humor.

But, I thought I was beginning to get the picture.

Both Tommy and I were progressing toward liking each other quite a bit.

Not in love, mind you, but really enjoying each other's company, sense of
humor, smile, etc.

Tommy seemed to be happy with the fact that I liked him, too.  In fact, he
seemed to make conversation and ask questions to where I'd admit that he
was a nice boy, or cute, or it was fun to have him around.

Honestly, though, it was.

Yes, of course his being absolutely beautiful was far to the positive, but
he was one of those boys that was not only a heartfelt and warm human
being, but also genuinely funny as well as animated.

Tommy grinned again, obviously thinking to himself as he studied his
buttered toast and ate.

"Yeah," he said out of the blue, "a nature hike would be good.  Do you
think we'll be back in time for lunch, or should be pack some food?"

"Hmm, good question.  Well, we'll look at the maps and see which trails go
where and how long of a hike it looks like each is, and decide.  I guess we
can always choose a longer hike on purpose and take food with us," I mused.

"Cool," he smiled, nodding his head, "that sounds like fun.  Do they have
books and stuff that tell us about the kinds of animals and plants and
stuff that are along the trails?"

"Yeah, probably," I said.  "Good idea," and I ruffled his hair again.

"Woo hoo," he kidded, "my second home run question of the morning," and he
took a bite of toast in seeming celebration.

Sooo cute!

So, I decided to throw some humor back his way.

"Well, after seeing what you're batting with, it's no wonder your balls go
over the fence," I laughed.

Tommy literally ejected the toast from his mouth and fell out of his chair
laughing so hard he nearly couldn't pull himself back into his chair.

"NO FAIR!" he managed, laughing wildly.  "I almost choked to death."

"Nah," I continued, "take something a lot bigger than toast to choke you."

It only caused him to laugh harder, which was my whole intent, and by now I
was laughing pretty hard, too.

It took us a while to recover, but we located the ejected, half-chewed
toast, cleaned up our dishes, and headed out to the campground office to
plan our day.

Tommy helped choose a trail, we picked up some food for lunch along with
"Nature Guide of the Pacific Southwest for the Novice", and headed out in
the early morning sun.

I found myself wishing we'd packed our swimsuits in case the two creeks we
were crossing on our hike had ample water, but oh well.

We were already on our way.

Tommy read out of our Nature Guide as he half-stumbled along ahead of me.

He was pointing out trees, bushes, flowers, and the occasional bird, trying
to quickly find them in our book so that he could identify each.  We
decided to stop for awhile and just look at an area, making both the
pointing and identifying easier.

It was great fun.

We hiked along, stopped for a bit, repeating the successful pattern over
and over.  Tommy would read a paragraph or two about the last items we'd
spotted as we weaved our way to another stopping spot.

An early lunch was crackers, cheese, peppers, and iced tea.

After hiking for about another hour or so after that, perhaps noon, we came
to a creek.

"Yay a creek!" Tommy shrieked, excitedly running down the trail to where
the creek was.

Off to the right there were some nice trees and a spot to sit for a bit, so
we headed off in that direction, off the trail path some 50 yards or so.

We weren't there for 10 seconds, and Tommy smiled big.

"What?" I asked.

"We should go swimming," he said, still smiling.

Laughing, I asked, "Is that why you were looking to see if there was a
trail that had a creek by it?"

"Yup," he smiled, looking at me, "and I brought a towel just in case."

Let me voice what we all mentally are thinking here, because these few
facts flew through my mind before I could go any further.

Tommy's idea to go on the nature hike.  Tommy helped choose the hiking
trail.  He brought one towel, and no swim suit.

Not his.  Not mine.

:-) is what I thought in my head right after the above facts.

I thought for a few seconds.  We hadn't seen anyone yet, and it was likely
that if we were occupying an area off the trail to ourselves, no one would
come over here anyway.

"Ok," I said, "if you want to."

He nodded, and I then nodded too, and he instantly took his shirt off.

I don't think it took him half the time to take off the clothes as it did
to put them on earlier this morning.

Funny how that works.

The water was predictably a bit cool, but not too bad.

We stayed in water that was between waist and chest high, and splashed
around, swam a bit, and cooled off.

It was refreshing, soothing, fun, and...

I didn't know about Tommy, but I couldn't help but sport wood at being
naked in the water with him.

Tommy swam up to me from behind, wrapped his arms around my neck, and
pulled himself up onto my back, piggy-back style.  As he did, his
apparently erect boyhood slid along my crack and nestled itself into the
small of my back.

"My gosh," I joked, "I thought we were going to have sex for a second."

He giggled, "Sorry, I wasn't trying to do that."

His warm body felt good against my back.

"Aw, s'ok.  It had a nice effect," I said dreamily.

Still laughing a bit, he reached down in front of me, under the water, and
grabbed my completely hard member.

Other than my knees buckling and my sudden exhalation of air, everything
was fine.

"Yeah, I guess it did," he said with a little boy's laugh.

He didn't let go, and even though he wasn't pumping me at all, I could feel
the release building.

"Tommy, I don't think we should be...."

"Hold on one sec," he said, sliding off my back and into the water.

I was about to ask what he was doing when he came around, stood in front of
me, took a big breath, and went under water.

In front of me.

Within a moment, I felt a warm mouth on my dick, and Tommy was literally
giving me oral sex underneath the water.

I was seconds away.....

Tommy came up, smiled at me, took a breath, and went back underwater.

I didn't know whether or not he intended to just make me squirt or whether
he wanted to go all the way with his mouth, but I didn't have time to
figure it out.

I exploded, and he kept at it with his mouth underwater.

The contrast of the cool water everywhere else on my body and this warm
mouth on my dick and the hot spurt of cum sent unbelievable shivers up and
down my body.

When Tommy came up, I didn't know whether he spat, or swallowed.

I would've like to have known, and I probably would've asked if I could've
spoken.

All I could do was grab him under the arms, turn around toward the grassy
area, and haul him over to it and lay him down there, as gently as I could.

Smiling boy laid out flat, erect boyhood with shiny light-brown pubes
glistening.

I knelt down, kissed his stomach, and made it down to his waiting boy dick,
grabbing his balls in one hand, and kneading his anus with the other.

As quickly as could be managed, I gently pushed a finger in to massage his
prostate, and bobbed up and down on him as gently and quickly as possible.

He warmed up to the task immediately, bucking and writhing, saying a couple
things that I didn't think boys should necessarily say.

But, I was busy.

Tommy gritted his teeth, and instantly held his breath as he began to cum,
keeping as quiet as he could.

I counted 9 hard squirts.

When he was all done, panting, I withdrew my finger.

He just shook his head, breathing hard.

"Man," he breathed, "we'll h-a-v-e to do that again."

Entirely joking, I shrugged, and made the motions to do it all again right
now, bending over him and reaching for his still tense boyhood.

"No, no," he shrieked, "not r-i-g-h-t this exact second," and he propped
himself up on his elbows and pushed me away, laughing.

...and I laughed along with him.

I stood up and offered a hand to help him up, and we dried off a bit and
put on our clothes.

It was probably the best lunch I'd had in a long, long time.


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