Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2011 14:46:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sweet Fourteen

Sweet Fourteen
By
Storyguy22

   While opportunities to be with him were far more limited than I would
have preferred, my physical reaction to those limited chances that did
present was always the same. The second he came into sight my heart rate
noticeably increased and simultaneously a sharp tingling sensation would
zing through my balls, and the oh-so-fitting lyrics of an old song flashed
across my mind, lyrics that might have been penned with this very boy in
mind;

 "You come on like a dream,
 All peaches and cream,
 Lips like strawberry wine,
 You're fourteen... you're beautiful... and... you're mine!"

   And beautiful he was, believe me. In fact stunning is the word that
comes to mind. At fourteen years of age he had that on-the cusp thing going
on, still laden with a fair amount of boyish qualities while at the same
time displaying subtle changes that spoke of the beginnings of a certain
emerging maturity. He was a slender lad, and stood around 5' 8". His very
cute face was surrounded by a shock of sandy-blonde hair that was styled in
a kind of longish cut that covered his small ears, hung over the collar of
his shirt in back and displayed thin strands on his forehead. He was
blessed with a flawless complexion that is not typical of his hormone-laden
youth, and his eyes were nothing short of captivating, an azure shade of
blue that seemed as endless pools sitting perfectly spaced between his cute
button nose and his perfectly sculpted eyebrows. Dimples created tiny caves
in his creamy smooth cheeks when he flashed his sparkling smile, and those
same smiles revealed rows of perfectly white teeth.

   Watching him walking toward me, I let my gaze travel over his lithe
body, and in my mind's eye I visualized him naked, a vision that further
elevated my respiration and caused a definite thickening of my cock. As
beautiful as he was fully dressed, he was an absolute heart-stopper naked,
and even more so when he was naked and excited, a state that I very much
planned to induce just as soon as we were alone. His slender body was
equally as flawless as was his sweet face, hairless save for a smattering
of blonde pubes that had barely encroached across his smooth groin, and a
slight darkening in his creamy underarms. His shoulders, arms, and chest
were just on the cusp of showing definition, and his dark circles of
sensitive nipples tended to draw my attentions, causing me to suckle and
lick the quarter-sized nubbins when given the chance as he cooed
happily. He had a flat and smooth tummy which was centered with a cute
little cave of navel, another spot I loved to tongue and tease, and his
narrow hips created the classic "V" form as strong and well shaped legs ran
coltishly to trim ankles and feet.

   The pride and joy of boyhood could have been hand sculpted by some
classical artist so perfect was its appearance, all cute and diminutive in
repose while so rigid and pulsing in its excited state with a darling knob
at its neatly circumcised tip that never failed to glisten wetly as a
copious flow of his oozing excitement flowed unabated from the tiny slit
located at its center. His balls were equally perfect, plump and gently
dangling between his thighs in a hairless pouch of crinkled scrotum, a
perfect enhancement to that perfect boy-cock, and it was yet another spot
that I loved to toy with, to lick and suck as he writhed in pleasure.

   And the bonus to all this boyhood perfection was offered as he rolled
over onto his tummy, displaying his absolutely perfect little ass, a text
book example of the term bubble butt. Twin globes of silky smooth flesh
protruded slightly from the small of his back, firm and muscled with that
pathway- to- heaven crease dividing the perfect mounds that kept his tiny
rosebud concealed and protected until I went in lust filled search of that
particular treasure as he willingly splayed his legs to aid my search. In
the very beginning he had resisted my probing into his pucker, but with
time and gentle exploration he had come to love my rubbing his core with
finger and tongue, and finally succumbing to being penetrated as I lubed
and relaxed him with a nice prostate massage until he needed me to
penetrate that sweet place with my dripping manhood, an event that I
eagerly contemplated as he walked up to stand in front of me, that dazzling
smile firmly in place. I reached out and hugged him to me, appearing I
suppose as a father and son greeting, or perhaps an uncle and nephew. We
exchanged brief greetings, and then walked together to my car parked
nearby, and then to the hotel where I had earlier booked a room. He chatted
idly as we drove along, and I let my mind wander back to how this
delightful assignation had begun.

   I had always been a boy-lover, having greatly enjoyed my own youthful
assignations with other boys as I navigated my youth, and for whatever
reason I had simply never moved beyond that compelling attraction to teen
boys as I morphed into adulthood. Recognizing the mine field of danger
surrounding relationships of a sexual nature with minors had kept me in
check for a long while, and my frustrations were eventually assuaged with
the advent of the internet, and the wide ranging menu of new opportunities
to connect with teen boys that it presented. It was via this online
target-rich environment that I finally had been able to pursue my pent up
desire to indulge my needs, and while still careful to maintain due caution
with regard to the law, I slowly ventured further and further over the line
with the surprising number of interested young boys I found there,
including the nubile lad seated beside me right now.

   The only downside of these online connections seemed to be one of
geography, and I soon realized how rare it could be to find a willing boy
who was also geographically feasible. While I had some mild success in a
few cases, certainly adequate to ramp up my lust for more, I had needed to
let go a number of promising contacts due to the boy living on the other
side of the country, if not the world. But all of that changed the day I
hooked-up with Dillon in a chat room. We chatted several times, our mutual
interests becoming more evident each time we talked, and I could hardly
contain myself when it came to light that while we lived in separate towns,
those towns were less than sixty miles apart, some thirty miles each way
from the town we were now meeting in. It had proved an ideal situation, my
driving here while Dillon rode the bus line, an easy trip for us both with
the added advantage of neither of us being local here, and therefore far
less likely to encounter anyone either of us knew.

   This would be the fourth time we were getting together, and from the
very first meeting it was clear that we were a great match both personality
wise, and sexually. Like a surprising number of teen boys I had come to
encounter Dillon was perfectly comfortable being intimate with a man twenty
years his senior, in fact he claimed that to be his ultimate preference
given that he had little interest in sex with other young boys for whatever
reason, a position that I roundly endorsed. Our very first encounter had
turned out wonderfully, both of us surprisingly eager to jump into a sexual
adventure together with little reservation, and when the day was done we
had parted all smiles, spent balls, and a definite desire for more...soon!
The second encounter had been equally as satisfying for us both, again
leaving us hungry for more, and it was on the third meeting that I had
slowly and gently introduced Dillon to being fucked, an event that he found
at first a touch unsettling. I had persisted, patiently taking a lot of
time and gentle preparation with about a gallon of good lube for the
ultimate moment, and once the inevitable initial discomfort had passed
under my gentle administration he had relaxed, and then actually enjoyed
the experience. The second go-round of the day was far better, and was
actually initiated by Dillon's aggression, and he displayed himself as
pretty much a natural bottom as he declined an offer to reverse roles. All
of this suited me just fine given that I had bottomed on a few occasions in
my past and found it only marginally enjoyable. Besides that, Dillon had
turned out to be an amazing fuck, a genuine natural who seemed
instinctively to know all the right moves and reactions while uttering
streams of praise for my own efforts in pleasing him as much as he pleased
me. In a nutshell, it seemed very much a perfect setup, and one that I
planned to enjoy at every opportunity.

   Reaching the hotel, we made our way to the room, and once securely
locked inside we practically attacked each other, clothes flying around the
room until we were naked, and locked together on the wide bed. Dillon was
not heavily into us kissing though he willingly permitted a limited amount
at the onset of our play, but he relished a lot of body contact, and he
genuinely enjoyed our hard cocks pressed between our grinding bodies as I
nibbled his ear lobes and licked his inner ear. He loved me to kiss and
lick his creamy underarms, and he actually purred like a kitten as I lapped
and sucked his tender nipples, an event he swore he felt deep in his young
balls as if the two organs were directly connected, and it was impossible
to say which of us more enjoyed my sucking his rigid five inches of
delicious boyhood. He also went pretty much off the charts whenever I
dipped lower to lick his hairless scrotum, and suck his almond sized balls
into my mouth, and whenever I parted his glorious buns and lapped at his
pink pucker he would eagerly grind that tasty orifice against my invading
tongue or fingers.

   Being as young and excitable as any fourteen year old boy was apt to be,
Dillon would frequently produce his first orgasm as I ran through this
particular sequence, and in that event it would be my turn to go off the
chart with the pure pleasure of having him flood my mouth with an
impressive offering of his fresh young semen which was definitely a treat
far superior to the best ice cream I had ever eaten. The taste of his cum
was nothing short of sumptuous, and I would swill the warm fluid in my
mouth, savoring the sweetness a bit before happily swallowing it down. In
most of these "quick-cum" instances Dillon's cock would barely soften at
all, and if he would permit me, I would immediately resume my assault on
his young body until he experienced a second spurting of his wonderful
essence, albeit it bit less copious, but equally delicious.

   Today was indeed one such occasion, and following his second eruption,
he lay back on the bed panting and flushed. I slid in alongside of him, and
snuggled against him as he rested a bit, and as his normal breathing
returned he rolled onto his side, and brought his somewhat delicate hand up
to grasp my pulsing cock. I shuddered in pleasure as he rubbed me, his
slender fingers deftly stroking my length, his beautiful eyes fully focused
on my cock head as he awaited the inevitable appearance of my oozing
precum, and when it began flowing from my slit, he smiled brightly, and
then dove in, his warm, wet mouth capturing my throbbing manhood as he
began to tongue me and suck me, his other hand moving to work my balls. I
groaned in pleasure, and placed a hand on his bobbing head to guide his
efforts as he quickly brought me to the brink of an orgasm of my own. I
grunted a warning that I was going to cum, and the boy's only response was
to quicken his sucking as he pumped the root of my erection, and in seconds
my balls boiled over, spewing spurt after spurt of my cum into his lovely
young mouth as he gulped it all down without so much as a small gag. As I
finished shooting, Dillon licked the slow dribbled of remaining semen from
my shaft, and then he sat up, grinning widely as he used a finger to clear
an errant dribble of cum from his chin.

   Overwhelmed with the lust and emotion of the moment, I grabbed him
around his narrow waist and pulled him to me so that he ended up atop me as
we kissed again, and I gripped his perfect boy-butt in my hands. He ground
his body on mine, and I was fully aware of his hard little pecker rubbing
onto my own cock, and I dipped a finger into his warm crease, and teased at
his tight little hole. He giggled, worming his sweet ass against my finger,
and then he lifted his head and grinned at me as he shyly asked me where
the lube was. I indicated my discarded pants, and in a flash Dillon jumped
up, and quickly rifled my Dockers pockets until he came up with the bottle
of K-Y he found there. He flashed me another grin, and then followed his
protruding erection back to the bed.

   He hopped aboard, handing me the bottle of lube, and then quick as a
bunny he stretched out, and flipped over onto his tummy. I groaned,
admiring the pure perfection of his sweet little ass, and then my deep need
to have it pushed aside all further rational thought as I adjusted my
position, and began kneading those glorious globes. He splayed his coltish
legs wide, and I briefly toyed with his dangling balls from behind as he
lifted his butt a little bit, offering it to me. Without hesitation I
accepted the invite, and plunged in, my tongue invading between his cheeks
as I dug into licking his sweet boy-hole eagerly. He squealed and panted,
his fists grabbing at the bed sheet as I drove my tongue into his sweetness
several times. Pulling back, I squirted a huge glob of K-Y on his hole, and
then onto my fingers, and then I began fingering him, first one finger, and
then two. Finding his hard little prostate, I rubbed across it several
times as Dillon grunted and groaned, his tight little ass bucking as I
pummeled it with my fingers as I managed to upend the lube and wet my rigid
cock. Adjusting again, I eased my fingers out of him, and then aligned my
thick cock at his entrance, and with a steady thrust, I slid up inside his
amazing tightness and warmth.

   God, it was pure heaven, much like sliding my hard cock into a cube of
room temperature butter, and as my hanging balls hit his I paused to let
him catch up. He grunted a few times, muttering about my size, and as I
gripped his slim waist in my hands, I began moving in and out of him as he
matched my rhythm with small thrusts of his little ass. In and out, I
fucked him steadily while my head swam with sensation overload and after a
bit I reached under him and gripped his hard little cock. I stroked him and
fucked him, and savored his mews of passion and pleasure, and time seemed
to stand still until suddenly his boy-cock was bucking and spurting in my
grip as he spurted his nectar onto the bed sheet. I felt his wetness on my
fingers as his ejaculation spewed forth, and when I felt my own eruption
suddenly begin its run up my shaft I quickly brought the semen drenched
hand to my mouth and licked and sucked it as I filled Dillon's sweet bowel
with a massive load, my taste buds exploding as I relished his sweet cream.

   Fully spent for the moment, I withdrew, and then watched in awe as
Dillon flexed his muscles to expel several bubbles of my thick cum from his
now gaping hole, the stream running along his inner thighs and over his
hanging balls. Fuck, I thought, how amazing is this kid...totally, that's
how amazing he is!

   Barely able to stand, we staggered our way to the bathroom and shared a
long shower, cleaning the sticky traces of our coupling from each other's
body which of course resulted in renewed energy and renewed boners, so I
quickly slicked up my cock with soap lather before sitting down on the lip
of the shower. I lifted Dillon up, and then settled his sweet bottom on my
cock, and as he lowered his weight I slid right up inside him once more. He
bounced up and down on me, his tight little hole like velvet vice on my
erection, and I grasped his narrow reed in my fist, jacking him as he rode
my cock. I gently bit his perky nipples, and sucked them as my fist worked
his young nail to another delivery of his creamy cum, and seconds later I
was once again flooding his gripping rectum with a massive load of my
own. We cooled down then, and went through a more benign shower session,
and after I toweled us down we padded back into the bedroom, surprised to
see that it had somehow become late afternoon, and that our precious time
together was at an end for this day. When he peeled off the towel to dress
I was unable to resist one last, quick suck off, and in spite of the rigors
of the afternoon he rewarded me one last time with a sweet squirt or three
of Dillon cum.

    We dressed then, and vacated the room as we returned to my car. I drove
Dillon to the bus station, and saw him safely aboard for his trip home, and
then headed home myself, a wide smile on my face as I hummed repeatedly,

 "You come on like a dream...
 All peaches and cream...
 Lips like strawberry wine...
 You're fourteen...you're beautiful...and you're mine...!

Storyguy22@yahoo.com