Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2010 13:55:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Showing Brett

Showing Brett
By
Storyguy22

   My lustful gaze hidden behind my sunglasses, I watched the lithe
thirteen year old boy climb the steps in the shallow end of my backyard
pool. His name was Brett, and in addition to being cute as a button his
slender body was right in the wheel house of this thirty-four year old boy
lover.

   The reason I was lucky enough to be sharing an afternoon of sun and
swimming with Brett was due to his being on a summer visit to his
Grandma's, and she happened to be my next door neighbor. Well into her
sixty's she had obviously been struggling to keep finding ways to keep an
energetic teen boy occupied, and when she had lamented that fact to me as
we chatted one day I naturally offered to share the responsibility for
keeping him entertained. Thus far Brett and I had played a couple of rounds
of golf, done some trap shooting at my club, and made a couple of fishing
trips to my favorite lake, and of course, spent a fair amount of time by
the pool as we were doing this afternoon.

   Ironically, it had all been a sort of mixed blessing for me, my very
much enjoying the boy's pleasing personality and the surprising range of
topics he was able to converse about with a maturity beyond his tender
years. And he was certainly anything but difficult to look at, especially
at times like right now when he was wearing only a brief and revealing pair
of cutoff camo pants that clung nicely to his boyish treasures and sweet
little butt. That last is the part that I found a bit disconcerting given
that what I really wanted to do was get the boy naked and introduce him to
the myriad of sexual wonders I full well knew were possible between a man
and a boy.

   He exited the pool, and gave a little shiver, shaking his head so that
droplets of water flew from his longish hair, and then he walked over to
the table to retrieve his towel. I watched him, the dark shades hiding my
eyes as I savored his smooth lean body. He was probably somewhere around
five foot four or five, and slender if not outright petite at around a
hundred pounds. His jaunt through puberty was obviously well under way, and
as he toweled his hair I noted the very slight darkening that was taking
place in his still hairless underarms. There was a hint of his advancing
development in the definition of his shoulders and arms as well, and the
bright sun glinted off the fine peach fuzz on his forearms. His chest was
smooth as glass, and the dime sized nipples there were a pinkish-brown in
contrast to the golden tan tone of his chest and flat tummy. The little
knot of his navel just begged to be licked, and I so longed to investigate
the thin treasure trail of fine hair that descended from it to disappear
under the cutoffs. His legs were mostly hairless as well and shapely for a
boy; hell, even his smallish feet were attractive, I decided.

   He walked toward me, and I let my gaze drop to his crotch where the
delicious bulges of his young cock and balls pushed at the wet and clinging
cutoffs, and I felt my own cock stir inside my trunks. Reaching the lounge
next to mine he settled in, and my balls pinged when he reflexively dropped
his hand down to readjust his goodies as he stretched out. I studied the
resultant bulges again, and I was pretty certain he had a least a semi
erection going on, and it took all my resolve to not grasp it to confirm my
suspicion.  He flashed one of his stunning smiles, and asked me,

   "Hey, Rob...are you in there, Dude...like, who's that behind the Foster
Grants!"

   I chuckled, and lifted the sunglasses off my eyes as I responded,

   "All the better to check out your hot little body, Dude...I only wear
these so I can perv on you without getting caught."

   He giggled sweetly and stuck his pink tongue out at me as he muttered
something I missed, and then he parked his hands behind his head and kind
of wiggled that sweet butt around as I feigned panting with lust.

   We lay quietly for a while, soaking up the warm sun, and I beginning to
worry some that my comments about his sexy little body had actually pissed
him off. While I knew full well I should have continued playing down my
sexual interest in him it had grown increasingly difficult to do so as we
grew closer with all the time we had been spending together. Unable to stop
myself, I had recently begun injecting the occasional remark about his
cuteness and his budding sexuality, and while he had as yet not really
seemed to object, it always seemed to make him slightly uneasy, and I
worried now that I may have crossed some sort of line this time. I propped
myself up on my elbow, and with my other hand I reached over and gently
gripped his silky smooth thigh as I quietly inquired,

   "Hey Brett...I was just clowning around, Buddy...if I pissed you off,
I'm sorry...sometimes my freaking mouth goes on auto-pilot, you know?"

   His firm thigh felt amazing under my hand, and it was all I good manage
not to just let it slide up and onto his bulging crotch even as I mouthed
my sorry apology for my earlier remarks. He opened his eyes, and glanced
down to where my hand rested on his upper leg, and then he looked right at
me, and said,

   "I'm not pissed, Rob...honest...but is it okay if I...um...ask you
something?"

   "Absolutely, Buddy...anything...ask away...'course whether or not you
get an answer remains to be seen...nah, just kidding, Brett...shoot...ask
me anything...no rules."

   He blinked his long eyelashes several times, appearing to be choosing
his response carefully as I watched him, my hand still resting lightly on
his smooth leg. He met my gaze again, and his eyes once again dropped to
where I touched him, and he inhaled a breath, and said,

   "Are you gay, Rob...?...I mean, you don't have a wife, and in the three
weeks I've been here I have never seen any girls around here."

   While my being gay wasn't some issue I made any real effort to hide it
was also not something I trumpeted, so I just looked into his eyes and
answered,

   "Yes, I am gay, Brett...is that an issue for you?"

   He quickly shook his head, his soft hair stirring atop his head, and he
replied,

   "No...not an issue, definitely not...actually, I kind of think maybe I
am too."

   I smiled, and squeezed his thigh as I told him,

   "I see...any particular reason you kind of think that...and how do you
feel about the possibility?"

   He shrugged, and then flashed me a coy little smile as he muttered
shyly,

   "Well...sometimes I, like, surf around online, you know...and...well...I
really like seeing...guys...you know...like naked and...with boners...I
never get excited at all with the girls...and since I started high school I
really like seeing the other boys changing and showering in
gym...and...um...oh shit, Rob...I even like it when you tell me I'm sexy
and stuff...and besides...you touching my leg that way made my dick all
hard!"

   I chuckled, and then made myself sober up as I told him seriously,

   "Well Brett, none of that is real evidence that you are gay...not
really...at your age lots of boys feel that same way, and for a lot of them
it's just a phase that passes with maturity...at your age girls are pretty
mysterious, and you of course understand boys much better...and puberty and
crashing hormones has a heck of lot to do with it right now, all of which
contribute to frequent boners and an increasing interest in sex...don't
judge yourself just yet."

   He nodded again, an intense expression on his sweet face, and he
furrowed his brow as he went on, asking me,

   "I have this friend back home...Jason...and I, like, think about
him...that way...lots...and I really wonder all the time what it would be
like to...do stuff...with him...and sometimes I really think he feels like
that too, but I'm too scared to do anything about it."

   "Let me ask you a question, Buddy...have you ever tried any kind of sex
at all...with anybody?"

   He blushed, his soft cheeks flushing hotly as he slowly nodded, and said
softly,

   "Just once...when I was, like, twelve...this older kid played with my
dick, and made me play with his."

   "And how did you feel about that, Brett...really feel about it?"

   "I was kind of scared about it, but I liked it, too...I mean, it all
felt awesome, right...but then I was scared he would tell everybody about
it."

   I nodded, and said,

   "Well, at twelve that's understandable, but if you think about it, who
would he have told...chances are he didn't want anyone knowing he had
molested a young boy...how old was he, Brett?"

   He shrugged again, and replied,

   "Like fifteen or sixteen, I think...he was way bigger than
me...um...everywhere."

   I smiled, and continued stroking his silky thigh, my mind picturing the
hard young cock he had confessed lurked inside his cutoffs, and I told him,

   "Never let anyone tell you that the size of your equipment has anything
to do with the pleasure sex can deliver, Brett...that's a phobia shared by
far too many insecure males already...if he was three or four years older
than you, then he was simply more grown physically...just as I'm sure your
penis is larger today than it was back then...in any event, Buddy, I'm glad
you enjoyed the good feelings, and remember it that way."

   He giggled, and blurted,

   "Yea, well, my...penis...is for sure bigger right now...all hard and
achy like it is...and Rob, you know...I really, really wish you would stop
making me crazy touching my leg, and just touch my...dick already!"

   My won cock went rock hard in an instant, and I stared into his eyes a
long moment, and then before the moment was lost, I slid my hand onto his
crotch, and gripped his rigid boyhood. He gasped loudly, and opened his
legs as I squeezed and released what felt like a solid five inches or so of
narrow boy cock, and a plump pouch of well developed balls. His eyes
closed, and he exhaled a deep breath as I groped him, and in a near whisper
he uttered,

   "Oh God, Rob...it feels SO good...don't stop, please!"

   My God, how amazing was this, I wondered, it's been so damned long since
I touched a boy this way...and this boy had been in my thoughts for so long
I could hardly believe it was actually happening. I wanted so badly to rip
open his little shorts and let his treasures out, but it suddenly occurred
to me that there was the possibility that his Grandma could easily open the
side gate at any moment and walk in on us, a situation that would
definitely not be a good thing, so I stepped up my fisting of Brett's rock
hard cock, knowing his rampant excitement would allow me to get him off
quickly. I desperately wanted to get him inside my house where I could get
him naked and enjoy him properly, but I was aware of his urgent need and
didn't want to leave him hanging this first time out, so I worked his rigid
stalk steadily as he bucked his narrow hips against my grip, his head
rolling on the cushion of the lounge as he panted and groaned. Leaning down
I licked his swollen little nipple, and then sucked it as I worked his
pulsing boyhood in my fingers, and with a low growling sound he arched his
back and pumped a powerful load of boy cum into his shorts. I felt his cock
pulsing, three or four strong throbs followed by a series of weaker
ejaculation, and then he went slack, sagging against the lounge. His eyes
rolled open, and he smiled at me, and said,

   "Wow...that was...awesome...!!"

   Reluctantly, I let go of his wilting boyhood, and then I grinned at him,
and said,

   "Awesome, indeed, Buddy...but so wasteful...next time that sweet load of
yours goes into my mouth...now, let's go inside and clean you up so we can
answer all of your questions, okay?"

   He giggled and nodded, then answered,

   "Cool...and man, I got lots of questions, too...I mean a whole lot...!"

   Standing, I tugged the boy to his feet, and then moved us toward the
house, my hand going down to cup the firm cheek of his little bubble butt
as we went. This was going to be some kind of afternoon!

(To Be Continued)
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