Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2009 20:20:34 -0800 (PST)
From: bill vincent <waycool805@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Boy at the Lake, Part 9

Almost at the same time the Sheriff's knock at the door, Francis leaped out
of bed and got dressed and was out the back door. Stopping only to write a
note, which he left on the kitchen table.

I got up put some clothes on and answered the door. It was Joe, Sean's
uncle, the guy I had met at their house a few weeks back.

 He reintroduced himself. It was Joe

"I am sorry to bother you ahh Kevin, but I have a problem that might
concern you. Well actually two problems.

It seems that the looser boyfriend of my sister in law escaped county and
is out loose.

He swore that he was going to" Get You!

 Seems he thinks you are the source of all his problems, being that you
were at the diner when he went ballistic and walked out on everyone, then
proceeded to get caught when he was running away down the mountain.  I
can't figure it but who knows how the mind of drugged out felon works?"

"My other problem is that Sean is missing too. He was up here with his dad
this weekend and both got into a shouting match, Sean walked out and has
been missing for more then half the day."

" HAVE you seen him?"

I stood there stunned by both pieces of news.

"Well?  Have you? Joe Asked again this time more forcible. Signs of his
Anger Management skills were loosing their grip on him.

"Have I what? Was my response!

"Seen the boy? Have you seen the boy?" he repeated now visibly gritting his
teeth.

"Ah,,,,,No! Which one the older or the younger one was Sean? Now playing
dumb.

"Sean is the little guy," said Joe. As if to add "You Dumb Fuck!" but he
didn't.

"Well let me know if he show's up his dad is pretty worried about him. He
had Chris checking out all of their spots all day today."

So Chris is up here too I thought! Hmmmm...!

"Sure Joe, if I see him, you'll be the first one I call. By the way where
was Bob last spotted?"

Now it was Joe's turn to play dumb. "Got me? We got a call from County
yesterday morning saying he was missing. They do a bed count at 12
midnight, he was there then, but not there at 6:00 AM. "

Something squawked on his walkie-talkie and he bent down to listen.

"10 four base Out!" Was all that I heard clearly.

With that he turned and left the porch, bounded down the steps and was off
racing in his car without even a goodbye! I faked a bye bye to Joe and
closed the door.

I returned to the bedroom, which reeked of hot sex. The smell was
unmistakable. I opened the window and saw Francis a distance away from the
house walking down the beach.  He looked up and waved before he turned at
the dock by the boat basin and disappeared into the crowd of people and
boats.

I remembered his note and went to the kitchen to find it. There it was on
the kitchen table.

"Kevin thank you! I like having sex with you and I want a second date!"

I giggled inside knowing that this meant that the next time we were
together, I would be sliding my hard cock up that smooth tight little Asian
ass of his. I got hard just thinking about it.

Well suddenly I was hit with a wave of hunger. I hadn't eaten all day
today.

I scratched my brain thinking of places to go then suddenly hit upon an
idea.

I would go to that great pancake place I had first met Sean and Chris.

I jumped in the Jeep and was bouncing down the road when I my mind fell
into a trace remember our first meeting.

I got to the place not remembering how I really got there. So preoccupied
thinking of first meeting Chris.

My mind was still numb when I got into the place and was seated across from
an empty table.

I started to graze the menu when I was interrupted by the voice of a man
saying. Don't worry Chris he'll show up. He always does." The voice came
from a middle-aged man that had an unconvincing worried look on his face.

The kid he was talking to was...  Dam! It was Chris. Tall as can be, long
lanky legs, clothed in a pair of jean cut off shorts, a little too cut off
if you ask sneakers, baggy sweatshirt and me.

He glanced over at me, beaming smile on his face and jerked up his head as
if to say Hi. All this while his dad busied himself getting into the booth
across the isle from me. Chris sat down opposite from him, facing me. He
slowly opened his legs, exposing a throbbing six-inch boner, which
immediately sprang out of right leg opening of his frayed jean
shorts. "Good to see you too I silently smiled back!"  He reached down
under the table and stoked the thing as he talked to his father in
whispers. As he did this, his dong began to grow even more, and then I
thought it could. It turned beet red and throbbed in his hand to a pulse of
it's own.  Of course, I was mesmerized.  I did not take my eyes off his
throbbing dong, especially his bright pink dick head, which was now oozing
out a steady stream of pre cum into the right hand palm of Chris's
hand. The dad was preoccupied with the menu. Chris looked over at me and
signaled to me to get up.  "Dad I need to use the rest room, do you know
where it is? He said to his father.  The dad looked at his son briefly and
grunted that it was over in the Bar area."

I was already on my feet walking towards the rest room.

I stood at the urinal my mouth bone dry and tried to extract my throbbing
boner from my pants. All this time waiting what seamed like minutes for the
door to open. What was I going to say to him? I thought.

Bam! The door bursts open. In walks Chris you could see his super hard
prong lifting the frayed seam of his cut offs. Looking carefully you could
see the pink head of his peter peaking out.

He walks up to the urinal a lot bolder then the last time we were there,
gives me a big smile and takes his dong out with his left hand and offers
me his right hand up to my mouth.

One look at his hand and I see the pooled pre cum in the palm of his
hand. I take it, lift if up to my nose, and smell his musky boy juice. I
then lick if off the palm of his hand. He giggles as I do that. Then
suddenly he grunts once and then groans. I look down into the urinal and
his boner which is 45 degrees to his body is sperming away; one shot, two
three, four, five, six heavy shots of thick white tapioca consistency sperm
jet out of his hard cock and slams into the back wall of the urinal. I
quickly reach in and fondle the head of his dick and get a surprise of
three more shots of his milky cum shoot into the palm of my hand. I quickly
raise my palm to my nose and inhale his cloroxy smelling boy sperm.

"Opps!" Chris says as he turns to me and smiles. "I guess I missed you!"  I
am about to answer when ........

Bam! The door opens of the rest room; I raise the palm of my hand to my
mouth and lick off the lumpy globs of his hot white sperm.

 Some how, Chris manages to stuff his still throbbing stiff Dong back in
his jeans. Washes his hands and leaves the rest room.

The new guy in his young 20's stands stiffly at the urinal hiding the fact
that he too has a nice boner.

I sneak another glance. He is playing with it now. Not Bad!

But I shake mine off, stuff it back in and zip up, but not before giving
the guy a smile and saying. "Nice tool!

The guy backs away from the urinal to display and expose his
piece. "Thanks!"  He whispers. "Want to play?"

With that I turn, look down at his highly polished black department issued
shoes, wash my hands and leave.

To Be Continued

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