Date: Mon, 6 Jun 2011 13:45:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Taking The Gamble

Taking the gamble
By
Storyguy22

   My longstanding sexual attraction to young boys notwithstanding, thus
far in my life I had only acted upon that predilection with one boy. As it
turns out he was the fourteen year old son of a friend from work who lived
just one street over from my place.

   The gamble I refer to stems from the fact that had his dad ever had so
much as an inkling that I was playing with his boy he would not have
hesitated for a second to have the full force of the law brought down on
me, right after he finished kicking my ass. He was that kind of guy, as
straight as they came with not a lick of tolerance for the gay lifestyle,
and a very protective family man to boot. If nothing else the simple fact
that he trusted me totally while at the same time I was molesting his young
son would have provided him ample motivation to cause me great bodily harm,
and worse. None the less, I found his boy to be simply irresistible, and
when opportunity finally presented itself, I jumped at it, damn the
torpedoes.

   The boy's name was Eric, and the first time I ever laid eyes on him I
was smitten, and at that time he was just eleven years old, a bit tender
even for a pervert like myself. He was stunningly good looking, almost too
pretty for a boy actually, even at that normally gangly age. He was so
blond that one would easily believe him to be of Nordic genes though both
his parents had dark hair. He was lean of build though even at that young
age you could see signs of his developing body taking on a nice definition,
largely I'm sure to his very active interest in most things athletic,
competitive swimming in particular. His dad was forever lamenting Eric's
many accomplishments with the swim club they belonged to where he had
participated on the swim team since the age of eight, and the trophy case
on display in the living room of their house evidenced his many successes
in the sport.

   It was his love of swimming, in fact, that is the underlying faction of
the relationship that Eric and I were to enjoin during the summer between
his freshman and sophomore years of high school. Eric was desperate to be
fully in shape to try out for the school swim team when the fall term
convened, and he had asked permission to spend a good deal of his summer
break swimming laps in my backyard pool, a permission I was only to pleased
to grant as visions of the young beauty parading around my place in some
clingy little Speedo racing suit with his lean and well tanned young body
on display filled my any fantasies. I had been to a few of the club events
with his dad and the memory of all those lush young boys, and of Eric in
particular, were more than a little fertile in my mind, and that had been
when he was like twelve, and maybe a very early thirteen. That most recent
year had been more than good to his developing young body, and whenever he
rode his bike past my place and saw me outside he would stop to chat a
while which gave me many opportunities to subtly check out his developing
muscles and the intriguing bulges inside his jeans, or shorts.

  It had been some time since I had seen the little hottie nearly naked and
filling up the little swim wear, and I was certain that when next I did,
his recent development would be even more stunning than before, and I was
oh-so-eager to confirm that suspicion, believe me. It all began one Friday
evening not long after I had gotten home from work and was enjoying an
end-of-day cold beer while seated on my front porch. Sensing a movement, I
glanced up from my newspaper to see Eric pedaling down my driveway, his
lithe body practically glowing in the late day sunshine while his shock of
blond hair reflected the still bright light. He was shirtless and wearing
shorts of a mid-thigh length which showed off his smooth and shapely legs,
a sparse growth of very blond peach fuzz shimmering in the sun. He
dismounted his bike and joined me on the porch, his limber body folding
neatly into the patio chair facing mine as he smiled his dazzling smile and
said hello. Sadly, the shorts were a bit too baggy to allow much of a view
of the treasures I was certain lurked behind the shiny material, but I
satisfied my lust for him by studying his smooth chest, solid arms and
shoulders, his perky little nipples, and his flat, smooth tummy as we
chatted. It was during this conversation that he had managed, somewhat
shyly and with a few stammers, if he might impose upon me for the use of my
pool while he strived for the conditioning he knew would be required if
were to be competitive in trying out for the school team in the fall, and I
of course agreed, with the proviso that I first speak to his dad about it,
and get his approval. I had further stipulated that I much preferred that
he swim when I was at home, sighting reasons of safety rules that precluded
swimming while alone out back, and he had no problem with that seeing that
the daylight time window we were currently under held off darkness until
nearly 9:00 p.m. I agreed to speak with his dad that evening, and told Eric
that assuming no objection, he could start his workouts tomorrow afternoon,
and Sunday, and after that in the evenings when I got home. He was
obviously quite excited at the prospect, and even asked if I would mind
sometimes timing his laps and so forth, which I promptly agreed to, eager
now for any and all opportunities to see his lithe young body as nearly
naked as possible.

   And so the die was cast with a brief phone call to his dad that evening,
and the following afternoon around 2:00 Eric again pedaled his bike down my
driveway, a small sports bag hanging from the handle bars and a towel
around his neck. We walked around back, and I showed him the workings of
the security gate and the high fence that surrounded the back yard in an
effort to thwart temptation from the other kids of the neighborhood with
regard to the pool, and then I showed him to the small cabana building
where he could change into his swim suit upon arrival, and back to street
clothes following his swims. He eagerly entered the small room, and kicked
off his sandals as he peeled off his tee shirt as I purposely lingered at
the still open door, hoping desperately for a quick look at him naked, and
when he slid his shorts down those pretty legs I nearly gasped out loud. He
was wearing underwear that clung to his firm little butt like a second
skin, and when he turned toward me I couldn't stop myself from staring
hungrily at his bulging crotch, my eyes virtually locking on his impressive
package. He paused, apparently picking up on my stunned expression, and
with a small smile, he muttered something about being out in a second as he
shyly swung the door closed. I blinked dumbly several times, trying to
refocus myself as I managed to cross the pool deck to take a chair at the
umbrella table nearby as I reached to adjust my thickening cock. Wow, I
thought, the boy is apparently packing!

   A moment later he exited the cabana and strolled across the pool deck,
pausing to extend his toes into the water to test its warmth, and I let my
gaze drift over his incredible young body, taking particular note of the
bulging crotch of the tiny red Speedo. He walked over to the table and
dropped his towel down, then handed me a stop watch as he told me he would
need some warm up laps and some stretches before he would be ready to swim
timed laps. I nodded dumbly, more than content to simply sit there and
enjoy the delicious display of his body, but believe me I was in no way
prepared for the incredible sight of the boy performing the series of bends
and stretches that followed, all done wearing only that barely-there
Speedo, an event that left me with a fully throbbing erection that
threatened to be obvious in my shorts. The warm up completed, Eric turned
and pushed off the pool deck, his sweet body arcing neatly as he dove into
the pool with barely a ripple forming on the water.

   He swam back and forth steadily at an easy pace, his feet kicking up the
water as he made several laps, finally increasing the speed over the last
few. At the shallow end of the pool he stopped, and stood up, the water
hitting him just below the tempting bulge of his balls, and he turned his
head to shake water from his ears as I seized the moment to stare hard at
his sweet bulges. Wet, the brief Speedo was even more clingy, so much so in
fact that it was quite apparent that Eric was circumcised. The fleshy tube
of his cock was topped with an obvious ring of flesh that circled the head,
and my hardon throbbed once more. He broke my reverie by calling over that
he was ready for a few timed laps so as to establish a base time, and I
nodded my head, afraid to try speaking as he walked up the shallow end
steps, and then circled the pool as he moved to the deep end for his
dive. I had a quick vision of him doing it fully naked, that rigid boy cock
hard and bouncing in front of him as he moved, and his plump ball pouch
tucked between his smooth thighs, and I shuddered, wondering if we would
ever progress to him swimming naked before the summer ended. A stretch, I
was sure, but what the hell, one needs such fantasies, right?

   A couple of week went by with most evenings and weekends given to Eric
swimming endless laps as I kept track of his times in a small logbook I had
picked up at the store. His demeanor over this time relaxed greatly as we
managed several comfortable chats as he rested between swims, and a certain
familiarity quickly developed between us. I seized the opportunity to
gently probe his personal interests and desires, and whether it developed
by rote or design I was aware that I was becoming increasingly bold with
regard to my more or less open leering of his smooth young body, and the
delightful bulges behind the skin tight Speedo's he wore. Much of this was
apparently not lost on Eric, and whether it was his subtle way of kicking
things up a notch or simply an innocent observation he did in fact take our
little game to a new level when he one evening just quietly asked me what I
found so intriguing about his body. It jolted me at first, a stab of fear
making my stomach flip over until I realized that his question was just
that, a simple question of my interest. After gathering myself, I decided
that at least some degree of an honest reply was in order, and so I told
him that I thought that he had a very nice body and that I had always found
the swimmer type of physic attractive. That elicited a sly smile from the
boy, and then he made a comment that caused that stomach flip once again
when he kind of mumbled something about my not really having seen "all" of
him...yet. Oh my, I thought, dare I pursue this lead or just let it go
by...deciding that it was just too good an opportunity to let pass I smiled
back, and muttered something about his remark being sadly true, I had as
yet not seen "all" of him, but I had certainly given the matter a great
deal of thought, and visualization. This drew another coy smile, but no
further comment as he casually walked over to the pool and hopped in.

   He swam more laps, and then declared the practice session over as he
exited the pool and picked up his towel. He dabbed at that exquisite young
body hastily and then wrapped the towel around his neck. He stood straight
and looked right into my eyes, and I was aware that my gaze dropped to his
bulging Speedo briefly as I heard him suck in a big breath. Our eyes met
again, and as he turned toward the cabana he turned his head to look back
at me as he quietly asked if I would please come and help him dry his
back. Oh my God, would I...??..I was on my feet in an instant, following
that cute little butt into the cabana building. As we made our way to the
building Eric used his towel to swipe at his wet hair, and I noticed the
small tufts of hair in his creamy underarms and a small shiver ran down my
spine. I wasn't completely certain just what it was about this boy had me
so damned turned on, but it was definitely there, and as a result I
completely ignored the warning messages my brain was transmitting regarding
what I so desperately wanted to do with him.

   He entered the cabana with my right behind him, and walked over to the
bench that sat along one wall, and slowly turned to face me, his arms at
his side as he looked up at me. I tried to read his facial expression and
decided it was a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. I could relate to that
given my own emotions were similar though my mounting desire to somehow see
and touch this stunning young boy was strong enough to overrule my normal
sense of caution. Very tentatively, he slowly raised his arm and extended
the towel toward me as his satin smooth chest expanded with the deep breath
he took as he muttered, barely above a whisper,

   "It's okay if you want to dry me all over...uh...not just my back, I
mean...oh jeez...I mean...well...if you want to, that is."

   His eyes dropped to study the floor then as a soft flush filled his
cheeks, and without offering any sort of reply I simply took the towel from
his trembling hand and began gently moving it over his smooth shoulders and
upper arms. He shuddered as I made the first contact, and he gasped out
loud as I moved my hand across the softness of his tummy, and I gently told
him to just relax, and allow himself to enjoy the attention. As I continued
to move the towel over his buttery skin I offered small compliments about
his body and the perfection of his skin, and another soft groan was offered
as I sat myself down on the bench to begin wiping at his perfectly formed
legs, my hand venturing as high up his inner thighs as I could go without
actually touching the very tempting bulge of his balls. I lingered there in
that territory knowing that he had to be feeling that delightful tingle
that results in all males from someone touching that near your balls, and
after a moment or two he uttered,

   "Oh gosh...man...it just feels so...awesome..!

   His reaction emboldened me and I slowly moved my towel covered hand
higher until my palm was open on the front of his clingy Speedo and I
instantly felt his rigid boyhood pressing against my palm. I gripped the
firm stalk gently and squeezed it as Eric gasped loudly, and after giving
him a moment to adjust to the idea that I was actually touching his
youthful treasures I quietly suggested that we do away with the Speedo. I
held my breath as I waited what seemed like five minutes for his response
to the suggestion and I could almost hear my heart pounding in my chest,
and it actually seemed to roll over as I heard his soft and youthful voice
say very softly,

   "Uh, okay I guess...I mean yea...you take if off me, okay?"

   Not wanting to overplay my hand I continued to gently squeeze his hard
boy cock as I glanced up at the boy and asked,

   "You sure, Eric...?...I would really love to do that, but not if you
aren't sure."

   His wide eyes met mine then, and with a curt little nod he blurted,

   "Oh man, yes...please...I am sure, honest...I actually might just die if
you don't!"

   Still holding his gaze while I began pumping his rock hard boyhood
behind the Speedo I told him,

   "No one can know about this, Eric...you understand that, right...?...as
desperately as I want to do this I shouldn't because I can be in serious
trouble if it gets out...your age and all...you clear on that, Buddy?"

   His head bobbed up and down rapidly as he said a bit too loudly,

   "I know...I won't ever say anything, honest I won't...I just really,
really need to know about this...to actually try it...I think about so much
it hurts...help me, okay...?...PLEASE!!

   As surprised as I was by his emotional pleading and his admission of his
own pressing desires it was enough to satisfy me regarding his discretion,
so without further ado I reached out and peeled the tight Speedo down those
perfect legs until he lifted each foot to step out of it. It was my turn to
gasp aloud then as I sat back on the bench to look at his glorious
nakedness.

   Without exception a naked and very erect Eric was the most breathtaking
thing I had ever seen, and there was simply no way I could stifle the low
moan that escaped me at that moment as I slowly looked him over head to
toe. Perfection is the immediate reaction I felt, a young Adonis in the
flesh. I was reminded of the statue of David, only this David was decidedly
better endowed in the cock department. His lean and toned young body was
perfection itself, smooth as glass and completely flawless in every way,
but his cock and those nicely plump balls were the icing on the cake. His
erection pulsed with excitement, a nicely cut knob shining at the tip of
what was easily six inches of narrow shaft of veined and satin smooth young
cock that jutted proudly off his sparse thatch of newly sprouted pubes. His
scrotum was plump and hairless, his ample balls filling the wrinkled pouch
nicely as it dangled below that magnificent cock, and a flood of saliva
filled my mouth as I slowly reached out to wrap my hand around the rigid
warmth of it.

   "Oh...oh God...!" he hissed as I slowly stroked his rod while my other
hand moved to gently cup his balls.

   My own cock throbbed in my shorts and I could feel the seeping wetness
of my precum as I stroked Eric up and down, my thumb passing over the
slippery knob as he shuddered and moaned softly above me. I released his
balls and moved that hand up over his soft tummy as I moved up to lightly
finger his small nipples, a move that elicited another series of gasps and
groans, and when he suddenly rocked up onto his tiptoes I quickly released
his boner to stop him from shooting his load so soon. He groaned in
disappointment as I moved from rubbing his cock to lightly running my
fingers along his inner thighs. I watched in awe as a teardrop of clear
fluid spit from the tiny slit of his cockhead, and in an instant I leaned
forward and swiped the tasty fluid away with my tongue tip as Eric gasped
again and reflexively thrust his narrow hips forward in reaction as he
blurted loudly,

   "OH JEEZ...oh golly, yes...do that...suck me...please...suck me!!"

   I responded instantly, my mouth plunging over his pulsing shaft as my
tongue danced along the bottom of it until I felt the spongy knob hit my
throat. Bobbing my head instinctively I began sucking the boy as my hand
again cupped his balls, and his hips bucked back and forth, a series of
grunting noises streaming from his gaping mouth. His hands gripped my head
and guided my movements, and in what seemed like mere seconds a low
guttural sound rolled out of him as I felt that delicious boyhood buck and
swell in my drooling mouth a split second before a copious spurt of warm
and creamy boy-honey jetted into my mouth in rapid strong bursts. As his
balls drained he bucked at my mouth and tugged painfully at my hair until
he was drained, and apparently exhausted as well as his knees seemed to
simply buckle under him as he sank slowly to the floor before me, his still
firm boyhood slipping from my mouth. I swilled his tart nectar around in my
mouth, savoring its texture and sweetness as I marveled at the volume he
had produced at his tender age, and then I swallowed it down. Eric panted
and puffed at my feet, his breathing slowly returning to normal as he
reentered planet earth from his recent orbit, and as I gazed down on him
with a sense of gratitude I had rarely felt before he rolled those stunning
eyes up to look back at me as a dazzling sweet smile painted his very cute
and very flushed face, and he said breathlessly,

   "WOW...that was so...AMAZING...!"

   Smiling back at him, I simply nodded my total agreement thinking that
was about all that needed to be said at that point.

   To my great pleasure there were to be several replays of that incredible
afternoon over the ensuing weeks of that memorable summer, and while my
being granted the incredible pleasure of sucking Eric's beautiful young
cock repeatedly, and tasting his delicious offerings will forever remain in
my memory, I do harbor a mild regret that that was to be the limit he set
on our experiences. I understand him drawing that line as I have no doubt
that his sexual orientation is completely straight by nature and that it
was nothing more than typical teenage sexual angst and frustration that
drove him to accept my advances, even for that limited period of time. He
has gone on to mature into a delightful young man who I still see
frequently, usually in the company of some very pretty girl, as he pursues
his education and his path in life. My best to him in that endeavor, and as
the old saw goes, thanks for the memories...

The End
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