Date: Fri, 29 Feb 2008 13:34:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Simply Irresistible (5)

   It had been an evening filled with physical and emotional euphoria, and
frankly, it was exhausting, albeit it in a very good way. Not long after
our final tryst on the sofa, Ryan and I had moved tiredly to my bedroom,
and happily crawled into the crisp fresh sheets. The boy had settled
quickly, curling his slender body into a fetal position with his pretty
little ass pressed warmly against my hip, and dropped directly off to
sleep. I was far too charged from the idea that I was actually settling
onto my bed with a very naked, and very sexy fourteen year old boy to find
immediate sleep, so I dropped my head tiredly onto the pillow, and
reflected on the incredible events of my day. Had anyone suggested that I
would have spent this day in the way that I had, I probably would have
laughed in his face. Finally giving in to the satisfied tiredness that
washed over me, I rolled on my side, and spooned into Ryan's soft
nakedness, and dropped off, my final conscious thought being how very well
we seemed to fit together.

   The bedroom was bathed in the dim light of early morning when I opened
my eyes, my sluggish consciousness slowly absorbing the nagging pressure of
my bladder. Becoming more alert, I was keenly aware of Ryan's lithe body
pressed against me, and of the appealing fragrance of his soft hair, and
the comfortable warmth of his silky skin. I inhaled his boyish scents
deeply, savoring them all, and then disentangled myself from him as gently
as possible, not wanting to disturb his peaceful slumber. I rolled away,
and dropped my feet to the carpeted floor as I sat on the edge of the bed,
and stretched. Standing, I padded onto the bathroom, and dealt with the
bladder pressure, and then brushed my teeth. I shaved the scratchy stubble
from my face, and took a brief shower. Feeling awake, and fresh, I exited
the bathroom, moving silently through the bedroom, and then to the kitchen
where I started a pot of coffee. I drank a glass of OJ, then filled another
glass, and carried it back in to the bedroom.

   As I passed through the doorway, I stopped in my tracks, and took in the
stunning sight before me. Ryan had apparently stirred in his sleep after I
had exited the bed, and in doing so he had kicked the top sheet down to the
foot of the bed. He lay there, fully naked and exposed, with his face half
buried into his pillow. The soft ambient light of the breaking day washed
into the room around the closed drapes, and it gave gentle illumination
that seemed to highlight his naked body. He was fully face down, his
coltish legs splayed, and I settled my hungry gaze on his pert little ass,
and the hint of his smooth scrotum trapped between his thighs. To describe
the sight as a vision fell short of doing it justice, and I felt my cock
thicken as I stood there staring, open mouthed, I'm certain. The scent of
him once more registered on my consciousness, and I inhaled deeply,
savoring the youthful freshness of him , and it occurred to me that were
there a way to manufacture and bottle that heady scent, one would quickly
become a multi-millionaire by marketing the stuff to boy-lovers the world
over.

   I moved quietly to the bed, and eased my rear end onto the mattress, and
sat the OJ on the night stand. I trailed my gaze over him, from his soft
hair, then to his smooth shoulders, and golden tanned back, and I lingered
on those heavenly melons a long time, relishing the stark whiteness of his
skin there, before moving on, absorbing the colt-like shapeliness of his
well formed and hairless legs, and his trim little ankles, and smallish
feet. Lifting my hungry gaze, I settled it once more on that bookend little
butt, and stayed there. God, it was a thing of sculpted beauty, par
excellence, and I longed to lean down, and lick it all over. The twin
pillows of firm flesh rose sharply from the flat of his back, and then
curved gently back to marry with the tops of his toned thighs, and the
phrase "bubble-butt" could not have been better applied than to this
anatomical perfection before me.

    Unable to resist the powerful temptation, I slowly extended my hand,
and laid it ever so gently on the small of his back. He stirred, flexing
his muscles, and the perfect little globes flexed, creating small and
concave hollows at the sides which disappeared when he relaxed again. His
skin was like fine silk, and very warm, as I slowly stroked his back, and
he stirred again, lifting his head to look back at me, as I let my hand
move over the roundness of his pretty butt. He blinked, and then smiled,
his expression sweet, boyish, and still tinged with sleep. Saying nothing,
I winked at him, and moved my hand lower to slip between his splayed
thighs, and gently cupped his taut little scrotum. He groaned softly, and
dropped his head back on the pillow, as I carefully rolled his small
marbles in my fingers, and stroked the silky pink skin of his pouch while I
placed my free hand on those pretty globes, and kneaded the firm flesh
before dipping my finger into the warm crease, and teasing the tip over his
tiny pucker. Releasing his tender balls, I brought my hand up to grip one
cheek, and separated them, exposing his pink little bud, and it was my turn
to groan as I feasted my eyes on its tempting beauty.

   My rapidly growing lust took over then, and I lowered my head over him,
my hands now gripping both firm mounds and spreading them, as I slid my
tongue over his treasure again and again. Ryan groaned some more, his slim
body going taunt, and I savored the fresh taste of his center, my tongue
circling the tiny ridges of tissue that surrounded his snug opening. My
cock was so hard that it was actually painful, and thoughts of fucking this
perfect little pucker flooded my overloaded brain until it grew into an
obsession. A tiny part of my mind wondered if immersing my rampant erection
into this tiny orifice was even a physical possibility, and I worried
briefly about causing him serious pain, but the thought of actually sinking
my aching cock into his buttery warmth was simply overwhelming, and I knew
at that moment that I was definitely going to try it.

   I pulled away, and Ryan groaned his disappointment, his head lifting and
turning to look at me, as I quickly reached to the nightstand, and
retrieved the bottle of lube that I kept there. Thumbing open the cap, I
squeezed a generous tear-drop of the slick gel onto his rosebud, and Ryan
flinched slightly at the coolness of the liquid dribbling over his
sensitive core. He was still watching me as I upended the small bottle, and
let it drain a copious amount of the lube onto my rampant erection, and, as
I gripped my cock, and spread the slippery stuff over myself, a dawning
expression crossed his sweet face as he suddenly caught on to what I had in
mind. His eyes went wide, the lush eyebrows arcing high, and his pouty
little mouth formed a small oval, as he mumbled,

   "Oh jeez...Rob...?...I...um...oh, gosh!"

   Too far gone to allow his obvious misgivings to deter me, I moved fully
onto the bed, and positioned myself between his splayed legs, my raging
erection jutting menacingly off my groin. Reaching out, I gripped his slim
hips, and lifted him slightly so that his breathtaking little ass arched
upward saucily, and I shuddered as I stared hungrily at its perfection.
Scooting forward, I pushed the head of my cock into the warm crease at its
center, and I groaned loudly as the smooth knob slid across his tiny
pucker. Ryan jumped a little, but made no effort to move away from my
invasion of his treasure, and I wrapped my fist around my throbbing shaft,
carefully guiding the now leaking head in a circular motion around his
little rose bud, as I rubbed his smooth back with my other hand, and
mumbled a steady chant of nonsensical reassurances to the boy. I saw his
back rise as he sucked in a deep breath, and I watched it fall again as he
let it out. His hands snaked up to grip at the pillow under his head, and
he lifted his hips slightly, and gave off a little wiggling motion. That
was the sign of willingness, or at least resignation that I was looking
for, and I struggled to maintain some small semblance of control as I
thrust forward, pressing the wide head of my cock firmly against his
tightness. I thrust again, and pulled the mounds of his ass apart, and as
Ryan grunted and pushed himself back at me, the head of my cock slipped
past his sphincter, and moved about an inch inside him.

   "Ahgggg...oh...oh...oh...!" he hissed, his fists going a deep red shade
as he grabbed at the pillow under his head.

   I froze, every nerve in my body tense, and tingling, as I felt his inner
muscles contract tightly around my cock where it throbbed in his incredible
warmth. Watching him carefully, I felt his muscles soften, and he blew out
another deep breath, and wiggled his little butt again. Gritting my teeth,
and struggling mightily against the powerful urge to drive inside him, I
eased my hips forward again, slowing sinking another inch or so inside his
amazing softness.

   "UNGggg...oh gosh...!" Ryan chirped, and I stopped again, how, I will
never know.

    "We okay Ryan...?...is it too bad...?" I panted, my body tight as a
tick, and awash in amazing sensations.

   His head moved rapidly on the pillow, his soft hair billowing out, and
again he sucked in air, and pushed that sweet little butt back at my
invading erection, as he hissed between tightly clenched teeth,

   "Uh huh...just...really big...a lot...but...it's okay, I think...!"

   Steeling myself, I gave it another minute, and it seemed like forever,
and then I flexed my hips, and slowly fed another couple of inches into his
softening tunnel. I could actually sense a relaxing of his tense muscles,
and then a kind of spreading, or widening of his butter-soft furrow, and
the heat emanating from his depths was nearly sufficient to sear the
delicate skin of my acing erection, if not melt it entirely. I ran my palm
over his back, and again quietly asked if he was okay, and when he nodded
his head, I held my breath, and slowly slid the entirety of my rigid cock
inside him.

   "Whoa...wow...oh boy...!" he groaned.

   Lost to my lust now, I slowly withdrew, leaving only the head inside him
as I paused, and then once more fed my length into him as he released about
a tank of air with a loud whooshing noise. I withdrew again, then slid back
inside, sensing a lessening of resistance this time, as his young body
began to adapt to my intrusion of his virgin passage. Every centimeter of
my body was alive, and tingling with sensation, and I settled into a rhythm
then, steadily sliding in and out of his amazing grip, fucking the boy, and
boiling over with lust, and a pleasure I had never known in my life. Even
the slushing sounds of my slippery cock plunging into the boy added to the
heightened sensations, and his soft little mewing sounds heightened my
excitement more still, and I felt about as close to heaven as I was ever
likely to be while still breathing.

   In and out of his beautiful and gripping tunnel I sawed , my rhythm
steady, while not actually plunging, or pummeling the boy, and in far too
short a time I began to feel the ever familiar tightening of my singing
balls that signified the approach of my orgasm. Ryan was continuing his
steady cadence of gentle noises, and his pretty little ass moved to match
my thrusts, and I focused my awareness on ensuring that my shaft was moving
over his firm little sweet spot on each pass. I tugged his small hips
higher, and then slid my hand around his waist to grip his mostly soft
boyhood, and stroke it in sync with my in and out thrusts, and while it
never gained full erection, it did spasm strongly in my grip moments later,
and offer up it's creamy nectar to spew over the sheet below him, mere
seconds before my own orgasm washed over my panting body. Driving deeply
into the boy's gripping furrow, I felt my cock jerk strongly, and swell, as
my balls turned over, and exploded, my thick fluid spurting repeatedly into
his silky depths, draining me completely.

   Spent, sweating and panting like a sprint runner, I let my wilting cock
slip from his grip as I collapsed onto the bed beside a softly whimpering
Ryan. He rolled his head sideways, and looked at me, and I wondered which
of us looked the most dazed, and bewildered. Our eyes met, and held, and I
noticed the thin sheen of sweat on his flushed face. I smiled weakly, and
he returned it, and then draped my arm over his trembling body, and pulled
him close to hold him tight, as I wordlessly stroked the smoothness of his
back. He buried his sweet face against my chest, and I felt the wetness of
his tears, and my heart ached with a burst of guilt for having caused him
pain. I hugged him tighter still, and he shuddered in my arms, and then
mumbled,

   "Jeez...I...that...well...jeez...!"

   (To Be Continued)
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