Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2005 10:53:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Touching Brian

Another flight of fictional fantasy from the perverted mind of storyguy22.
Enjoy, realize that it is fiction, and never happened, or at least, sadly,
not to me.


   The whole thing would never have happened, had fate, or cosmic
alignments, not intervened. I'm Rick, a twenty four year old post-grad
student currently working on my youth guidance credential at a university
on the central California coast. A part of the course requirements include
logging some volunteer hours working with actual bonified youth groups, and
getting my course book signed off by a certified councilor of same. Toward
that end, I had made contact with various local church groups, and scouting
organizations, to volunteer my time, and effort in their endeavors, in
exchange for logging my certified hours of "field time."

   Admittedly, my attraction to the field as a career choice was influenced
by my long standing attraction to young boys, both sexually, and
non-sexually.  I simply loved boys in the eleven to fifteen age groups, and
never failed to enjoy amazing times in their presence. The youthful
vitality that emanated from them vitalized me in its wake, and the energy
level at which they continually operated was equally energizing to me. I
delighted in their cuteness, their emerging maturity, and could never seem
to get my fill of their innocent enthusiasm for life in general. So sweetly
naive, yet knowing, all rolled into one. One minute blindly obedient, the
next, cunning to a fault, boys of this age group fascinate, and amaze
me. Spending a career involved in improving their lives in some small way
was something I had always wanted to do.

   Sexually, I had resisted temptation, never actually engaging in any type
of sexual activity with a boy since I myself was one. I was perfectly
satisfied with my fantasies in this regard, and never allowed my ardor to
move outside the realm of my masturbatory pleasures. Oh, I perved secretly
on many a young cutie, stealing subtle peeks at their creamy young bodies,
and even the occasional naked cutie, and his sweet little boy parts, but it
was strictly look, and absolutely no touch.

   It was through my networking efforts that I was ultimately invited to
serve as an assistant councilor at a boy's summer church camp this year.
The camp was located in the high Sierra's, on the Tahoe National Forest, to
be specific, some six hours drive from our little costal city.  The campers
would consist of some twenty boys, aged eleven to thirteen, all of them
members of the sponsoring church's congregation.  There would be four adult
councilors, plus myself, in attendance, charged with organization, and
control. It would be our charge to control the potential for various chaos,
handle meal preparation, and to oversee daily camp activities. Transport of
the campers to and from the camp location was our first priority, and each
councilor was responsible to provide a vehicle sufficient to carry five
lads, and their associated gear. Toward that end, I had arranged a
temporary vehicle swap with the man who employed me in my part-time job. He
had always quite favored my sweet little Mustang convertible, and happily
swapped over his Ford Expedition for the upcoming trip. The thing was
mammoth in comparison to the Mustang, and I gingerly herded the beast out
of our meeting spot in a parking lot, while he roared off in my `Stang,
leaving a small whirlwind of dust, and small debris. I sighed, and
concentrated on controlling the behemoth beast through traffic.

   At home, I assembled my meager camping gear, and wardrobe, largely
consisting of shorts, jeans, tee shirts, tennis shoes and sandals, and my
hiking boots. Ok, some undies and sox, of course, and swim trunks. The
assembled larder, along with my trusty toiletries bag, were stuffed into a
medium sized tote bag, and I was pretty much ready to rock. On a last
minute whim, I thoroughly cleansed an empty shampoo bottle, and filled it
with some excellent bourbon, in case of high mountain chill, snakebite,
whatever. This illicit cargo was buried at the deepest part of my bag, but
ever-ready, should the need arise.

   Long before the first barnyard rooster even considered crowing the
following morning, I rolled from my bed, dressed, gulped down several cups
of coffee, and tossed my gear into the mini-hummer parked in my assigned
space, barely. I wheeled over to the church, and rolled to a stop beside
the other out-bound camp transportation vehicles, all of which were obvious
close cousins to my temporary ride. Soon each sleepy little cutie arrived,
and was accounted for. The vehicle assignments were made, and furtive
farewell hugs and kisses were dispensed by equally sleepy looking
parents. The boys gear was loaded according to vehicle assignment, and one
by one, they scooted their cute little butts aboard. It was still darker
than the inside of a goat as we departed the church parking lot, but we
were, at last, on our way.

   My cargo of five cuties and I had no sooner reached cruising speed on
the freeway, when they all squirmed into the best position possible under
the restraining seat belts, and resumed their interrupted nights sleep, and
the oversized vehicle was quiet, save for the occasional grunt, or soft
snoring sounds of the sleeping boys. As daylight ascended, I took the
opportunity, such as it was, to scan the rear seat passengers in the
mirror, finding all three to be agreeably cute in spite of their gaping
mouths. A brief scan of the two front seaters provided similar results,
especially the little cutie next to me in the middle. He was totally cute,
his baby soft cheeks slightly flushed in his slumber, and his soft, almost
black hair slightly disheveled atop his head. His full lips were slightly
parted in his repose, and looked eminately kissable, and the small tip of
his pink tongue protruded slightly. After another quick scan of the road, I
dropped my eyes to his lap, and smiled, at seeing the small lump of his
package nicely defined in the soft sweat pants he was wearing. I resisted
the temptation to drop a hand lightly into his lap, and fondle the snug
little lump, but did allow myself to lean down slightly, inhaling the soft
aroma of pure boy, enhanced slightly by the scent of recent soap, and a
pleasant shampoo. Nice work if you can get it, I decided, and I began to
look forward to the upcoming camp session, and the opportunity to spend
copious amounts of time with this little guy.

   As the sun rose higher, and the miles passed, the boys began stirring,
and mildly grousing that they were hungry, and needed a pee break. I
thumbed the talk button the walkie-talkie that the camp director had
provided, and announced the growing restlessness of my young charges. A
food and health break was decided upon, and we pulled off the hghway at the
next opportunity, rendezvousing at a large roadside coffee shop. We parked
in the huge lot, several boys alighting from their respective vehicles in
obvious need of the facilities. Others yawned, and stretched, indicating a
larger interest in food, than rest room. The director indicated that I
should oversee the rest room detail, while he and the others secured
restaurant seating for our large group. Sigh, assigned to accompany several
young boys who needed a pee break! Well, I suppose somebody has to do it,
right?

   We entered the men's room as a group, and I was delighted to see the old
fashioned long trough configuration that was common prior to all of the
civil rights legislation that dictated privacy rights. Several of the boys
stepped right up, and hauled out the goodies, their need apparently urgent
enough to preclude any qualms regarding modesty. My sweet little middle
seater was one of them, I happily noted, and I quickly assumed the position
to his immediate left. I unzipped, and freed the bad boy, covering most of
it with my hand, as I executed my best subtle perving maneuver, gazing down
at the cute boy cock that he had fully exposed, as he pushed the sweat
pants under his yummy little balls.  Oh my, I thought, my eyes literally
feasting on the plump boy cock, this boy has been eating his vegis,
apparently. I gazed upon what I would guess to be a good three inches of
soft, satin smooth boy meat, a plump little appendage that was a good inch
in diameter, and nicely cut. The pink helmet was slightly flared, and a bit
wider than the hairless stalk, and it rested sweetly on a tight little ball
sac, also apparently hair-free. I felt my own cock react to the mouth
watering sight, thickening slightly in my hand.

   The boy finished his business, and gripped the delightful morsel at its
base, giving it a few shakes, and I was given the opportunity to glimpse a
dozen, or so, silky pubes sprouting from his groin at the root of his sweet
cock. He glanced briefly over at my hand that held my cock, and a cute
little grin turned up the corners of his mouth briefly. I let go of it, and
moved my hand, giving him a clear view of my slightly tumescent meat for a
second, before he tugged up his sweats, and turned away, heading to the row
of sinks behind us. I quickly zipped away my stuff, and went to rejoin him
at the sink.  "That makes the morning look better already, huh?" I smiled
at him.  He nodded his head, returning my smile, and replied, "For sure, I
needed that, big time!"  His voice was like music, still trapped in that
mid range between boyish, and partially changed, and the smile was so
dazzling that my turgid tool again reacted with a small twitch. Unable to
resist, I let my eyes drop to his nicely bulging crotch, my mind bringing
up an image of the tasty morsel that I now knew rested there. His very dark
brown eyes shifted slightly in the direction of my fly for a second, then,
lifted, to meet my gaze.  "So, now do we get to eat, Mr.....?" He asked me.
"Yup, indeed we do get to eat now, and it's not Mr. anything, my name is
Cole, and I didn't get yours, either." I responded.  He flashed the killer
smile again, and gripped my offered hand in his small one, and answered,
"I'm Brian, Cole, and I'm glad I got assigned to your car, cause you seem
like a pretty cool dude."  I chuckled, holding his small, soft, hand a tad
longer than necessary, and replied, "Not too bad, I guess, for an old dude,
but not nearly so cool as you, I'm sure."  He giggled sweetly, and
reluctantly let go of his warm hand, and he smiled once more, saying, "Your
not so old, Cole, I got a brother who is, like, your age, and he's totally
cool."  I grinned, and ruffled his soft hair with my fingers before
slipping a hand across his slim shoulders, nudging him toward the door, and
saying, "Well, thanks for that Brian, I'll try to live up to the
compliment, now, lets go get some chow!"  He nodded, and chirped, "Cool!"

   We exited the men's room, and headed into the eating area, my eyes
openly perving his tight little melons, as they swayed provocatively under
the soft, snug, sweats. Coming, or going, I decided, this boy Brian was
indeed the complete package of my annual letter to Santa, and the
opportunity for some degree of carnal knowledge of him would complete my
entire Christmas wish list.

   The gang plunged into the food ravenously, as only young boys can do,
and we soon reassembled in the assigned vehicles, and got back on the
road. Brian snuggled sweetly next to me on the cavernous front seat, and I
thoroughly enjoyed the warmth emanating from his firm thigh where it rested
against my own. He chattered some as we drove, then, napped briefly again,
his head resting against my shoulder as I inhaled deeply of his boyish
scents.

   It had been a long day, and the boys were pretty wound up when we
finally arrived at the camp. Boys of that age just don't do well being
cooped up inside a vehicle all day, with limited ways to expend their
abundant energy, so as soon as the sleeping cabin assignments were made,
and the gear off loaded, the director allowed free time for the kids to
blow off some steam before dinner. Some went exploring the surrounding
woods, and others changed, and headed to the lake for swimming, while
others squared off on the basketball court for some hoops. As I was walking
down the path from the councilor's cabin, I spotted Brian rapidly dribbling
down the court for a lay-up shot, and paused to watch. He approached the
basket, and launched his slim body off the court, his arm arching to lay
the ball into the hoop. As he released the shot, a defender also launched
himself skyward, in a feeble attempt to block the shot, and drove his head
straight into Brian's crotch, sending him pummeling to the ground, writhing
in obvious agony.

   I quickly ran over to the sobbing boy, and rolled him onto his back,
seeing the pain reflected on his sweet face. I gingerly placed my palm onto
his smooth tummy, wanting to move down, and massage his pummeled balls, but
dared not, given the assembled crowd around us. I stroked his flat tummy
gently, and asked, "Brian, you alright, Son, that was pretty brutal!" He
moaned, rolling his head side to side, and grunted, "My fucking balls are
ruined!" The offender was jumping all around his prone form, muttering
repeated apologies for the collision, and Brian again rolled into a fetal
ball, groaning softly. I stood, and shooed the crowd away, then bent down
to scoop the injured boy up in my arms. I headed off in the direction of
Brian's cabin, as he continued to make guttural noises. Inside the empty
cabin, I gingerly lay him on one of the bunks, and he stretched out his
slim, toned, legs fully, dropping his hand gently into his lap, seemingly
checking for loose, or broken parts. I smiled at the cute boy, and said,
"Damn, just when your voice was finally changing, now you go back to
soprano!" he giggled, and said, "Naw, I don't think anything permanent
happened, but it fucking well hurt enough!" I had to chuckle at his
seriousness, and did so, half heartedly chastising the boy on his choice of
language. He nodded, grumbling under his breath, his hand still groping his
crotch idly. I watched him enviously for a minute, then smiled wickedly,
and wiggled my eyebrows in my best letch fashion, and said, "I suppose you
could slip off those shorts, and let me take inventory of the damage,
Brian." His sweet face colored instantly, and he giggled, mumbling what I
think was, "You so wish." I chuckled, and again asked if he was going to be
ok, and he nodded, then said, "Yea, I'm good now, but, think I'll go
swimming, and fuck it with the contact sports!" I laughed, and scolded his
potty mouth again, for all of the good it would do me, NOT!

The ensuing days at camp passed quickly, as we all partook of the seemingly
endless variety of activities that filled each day. I had spent as much
time near Brian as I could manage without being obvious, and had, over the
course of the camp stay, become very attracted to the little cutie. He
seemed interested in me, as well, always welcoming my participation in his
activities, and never shunning my not-so-subtle physical contacts with his
slim young body. Not that I had breeched anything particularly sexual with
him, but I lived for the brief moments of being able to touch his smooth
legs, or bare torso, and even better, the creamy little melons of his cute
little butt. The highlight had to have been the day in the lake, when the
boys solicited a counselor to play "steed", each of us shouldering a boy,
as they fought mock battles, each trying their best to topple their
opponent from the shoulders of his "steed." As the nubile Brian wrapped his
slim legs around my neck, and rocked around on his cute little butt,
grappling with his opponent, I could clearly feel the firm little tube of
his boyhood pressing into the back of my neck. A highly pleasant sensation,
believe me, and all the more so when he was obviously erect.

The final day of the session arrived, and the camp director announced to
the staff that the last-night-in-camp tradition would, as usual, be made
available to those campers who chose to participate later that evening. The
tradition, it seemed, allowed for after-dark skinny dipping in the lake on
a strictly volunteer basis. The theory, he explained, was that the activity
promoted a sense of camaraderie among the participants, and perhaps a
slight softening of certain social stigmas. Additionally, and doubtless
more to the point, it was just a hell of a lot of fun to cavort naked in
the water with your fellow campers, and worthy staff. In spite of my
personal doubt relative to the first justification, I definitely bought off
on the later. I, for one, couldn't wait for darkness to fall.

   The announcement was made to the boys at dinner, among much cheering,
and jeering, depending upon whether one embraced the tradition, or shrunk
as far away from it as possible. As the daylight finally gave way to the
moonlit evening, the camp bell was sounded, signaling the opening of the
swim beach to the assembled skinny dippers. Almost as one, some fifteen, or
so, boys shrugged their towels, or robes, and ran giggling and yelling into
the water, naked as the day of their first earthly appearance. I chuckled,
totally delighted at the rare opportunity to feast upon the sight of
fifteen naked boy butts gleaming whitely in the bright moonlight. Not to
miss a moment of the action, we staffers quickly dropped our own modesty to
the sand, and joined the frolicking, naked, boys.

   It was a blast, totally, and took me back to my own childhood, where
skinny dipping had been a frequent summer pastime for me, and my friends,
at the swimming hole in the center of a friend's family acreage. We
splashed each other, and dunked, had races, and generally mimicked the
typical behavior of boys, being boys. I tried my best to encourage a
reprise of the "steed" game, desperate to experience a naked little Brian
astraddle my neck, but was shouted down by a chorus of mock horrified
boo's. Defeated, and disappointed, I stroked over to the swim float, and
rested there, as Brian swam up beside me. He grinned, his sleek hair
plastered wetly to his forehead in streaks, and wrapped his slim arms
around me, bringing his naked little body into full contact with my own. I
gasped, as I became aware of his stiff little nail poking into my hip, and
chuckled, when he said sweetly, "That so sucks, I really wanted to play
"steed" like this." I slipped my hand up onto his smooth back, and let it
slide downward, my fingers groping his cute butt, and replied, "Yea, me
too, Brian, I really would have enjoyed that, a lot, with you being all
naked, this way." He giggled sweetly, and pressed his stiff poker against
me, then said, very softly, "You can if you want to...I'd like it
actually. " I gripped one firm little globe in my hand, reveling in the
tautness, and creaminess of his skin, and replied, "What, Brian...I
can...what?" He again pressed his hard little cock into me, and squeaked,
"Touch me...touch me...down...there." My heart leapt inside my chest, and I
uttered, incredulous, "Brian...oh Brian...I'd love that, Buddy, but...well...I
shouldn't...lot's of big trouble, there." He poked at me again, and grunted,
saying, "It's dark, and nobody is gonna know....sides...I really want you
to...and I know you want to feel me, too." I paused, heart hammering madly,
and my cock inflating of its own accord, at the mere suggestion. I glanced
all around, seeing no one paying us a bit of attention, then said,
"Brian...you sure, Buddy...I'm really, really, so not supposed to even think
this way about you." He nodded rapidly, again driving his hungry little
nail into me, and answered, "Yes...now, touch me, Cole...please....touch
me...down...there."

   I shifted, gripping the anchor chain of the swim float with my feet,
freeing both of my arms, and bent one leg under the water, lifting the
naked boy, and placing his small, firm, butt onto my thigh. I slid my palm
over his silky smooth chest, my fingers flicking over his tiny nipples,
then, slid it down onto his soft little tummy. I made small circles over
his smooth skin, descending, until the back of my hand encountered his
stiff cock, and I wrapped my fingers firmly around it. He groaned softly,
and I stroked him, my senses reeling, as I fingered the spongy head of his
smoothly cut little staff. It must have been about four plus inches, maybe
an inch in diameter, and hard as a diamond. I worked the soft skin back and
forth over the rock hard shaft, as he continued to moan softly.

   Reaching the base of his turgid nail, I went lower, gently fingering his
hairless little ball sac, and fondling each small nugget in turn, before
again capturing his pulsing boyhood. I found a steady rhythm of stroking
its silky smoothness, and gently worked it in a steady cadence of up and
down motions. "Oh jeez...oh...oh...!" He chirped, and his small butt began a
flexing movement on my thigh, as he matched my rhythm with small thrusts
against my stroking fist. "Umm....aggg...ohohohoh...!" He sang, his breath
ragged, and rapid. I swung my free hand into his crotch, and cupped his
tight balls, tugging them gently, as I stroked him faster.
"Unggg...ooooh...jeez...!:" he chirped again, and his stiff nail flexed in my
hand strongly, then again, and spasmed in strong, rapid pulses, as his
meager boy load erupted, jetting the slick substance into the dark water of
the lake.

   I released my grip on his rapidly wilting boyhood, and slipped my arm
around his quivering little body, holding him, and saying against his ear,
"Oh God, Brian, oh buddy, that was so damn cool...I can't actually believe
that just happened!" He shuddered again, and sighed, then replied, "Cool,
for sure...man, Cole...that was, like, the best ever!" I hugged his slim body
tightly, and replied, "Exactly right, Dude....the best ever...you do that
really good, Brian...just awesome!" He lifted his head, and grinned that
dazzling smile at me, and said, "I been, like, wanting to do that all
week...and I was right, too...that felt, like, hella-good, Cole!" I chuckled,
and reluctantly slid his naked little butt off my leg, putting a little
distance between us, lest anyone be looking our way, and told him,
"Anytime, little buddy, anytime at all, long as we are cool with the
secret." He ginned, and nodded, then replied, "For sure, we are totally
cool about that!"

   I smiled, and reached into the water to give his soft little cock a last
squeeze, then told him he better get back with the other boys, and that we
would find another time to play our secret games. He giggled, and swam
away, rejoining the group of boys who had started up a game of
marco-polo. I gave my own rock hard cock a firm squeeze, and ok, a few
strokes, as well, sighed, and swam back to the beach.

  Later, after lights out, I lay in my bunk recalling every detail of my
brief, but intense, session with the naked Brian at the swim float. Damn, I
thought, the whole week gone, before the attraction between the boy and
myself had found an opportunity to be explored. I let my mind ponder the
menu of delightful things that might develop if we had more days together
at the camp, now that the ice had definitely been broken. I sighed, and let
go of my thoughts, the last one being that we did live in the same town, so
maybe, just maybe. I closed my eyes, and quickly drifted off to sleep.


  After breakfast then next morning, we policed the camp area, and loaded
all of the boys gear into the vehicles. The director completed his official
check, and double check, that all things human, and material, were properly
accounted for, and directed the troops to load up for the homeward leg. The
boys grudgingly climbed aboard their assigned rides, not happy that the
session was ending, nor with the prospect of the boring, six hour ride. I
slid into the driver seat of the Expedition, and gave a quick wink to the
cute little Brian who was again seated in the middle of the front seat. He
was dressed in shorts, and a bright colored tee shirt, and he flashed his
dazzling grin. As I settled in, he pressed his smooth thigh against mine,
and I shuddered slightly at the contact of our bare skin. I fired up the
beast, and pulled into line with the caravan, as we rolled out of the gate,
homeward bound.

   Predictably, the boys rapidly became bored with just ridding along, and
by the time an hour had lapsed, all of my young charges were soundly
napping, except, of course, the delectable young Brian, who was very much
awake at my immediate right. He took his time scanning the fellow
passengers, assuring himself that each was indeed asleep, then looked up at
me, a slightly wicked grin painted across his sweet face. He giggled
softly, and reached up to grip my right wrist in his soft hand, tugging on
it. I gripped the wheel with my left, and relaxed my right into his grip,
cocking an eyebrow at the grinning boy. He giggled once more, and tugged on
my arm, lowering it, until my hand was buried in his lumpy lap. He lifted
his slim hips slightly, pressing his package upward against my hand, and I
groped him, my fingers finding his rock hard little stallion. I gripped it,
and gave him a gentle squeeze, and he giggled softly again. "Hmm...very
nice...very nice, indeed!" I told him, and he nodded his head, his soft hair
fluffing gently over his forehead. As I continued my fondling of his now
turgid nail, I became aware that he was sans-undies beneath the shorts, and
I chuckled at his boldness, realizing that he had, at least in part,
pre-planned this little mauver.

   I made a quick review in the mirror, happily seeing the rear seaters
with closed eyes, and gaping mouths, then gave the shot-gunner a glance,
assuring the same. I leaned toward Brian slightly, and whispered, "Want to
take him out, Brian, let me do it right?" He grinned, his head nodding
rapidly, and his small hands dug into his lap. I moved my groping hand out
of his way, and tried to keep one eye on the road, as the other one focused
on Brian's actions. In a flash, he had the fly of his shorts open, fully
exposing his turgid boyhood, and the snug little ball sac beneath it.The
sight of his hard little nail took my breath away, and I emitted a low
moan, as I gazed at its throbbing beauty, and licked my lips
hungrily. "Beauty, Buddy, a total beauty, for sure!" I told him, and he
grinned, pushing his hips upward so that the pink little staff poked out at
me.

   I tore my eyes away, forcing myself to check the road, then once again
gazed upon his pulsing boy meat, my heart leaping once more.His melodic,
soft, voice squeaked, saying "Touch me some more, Cole... please!" Not
needing a second invitation of that nature, I reached down, and closed my
fingers around the warm, silky smooth shaft, and began a gentle up and down
stroking. Brian moaned softly, and laid his head back on the seat, his
small butt thrusting in sync with my hand motions on his granite hard
boyhood. Oh God, I thought, what an absolute wonder, the culmination of a
thousand and one dreams, and what I wouldn't give to be able to screech the
mammoth vehicle to a stop, and dive down to swallow this delicious boy cock
to the very hilt.

   The whole event lasted less than five minutes, as I continued to stroke
the perfect little erection in steady rhythm, moving the silky soft skin
fluidly over the turgid shaft of rigid tissue within. I repeatedly stroked
my thumb over his wet little cock head as I reached the tip of his tool,
and Brian was now making soft gurgling noises in his throat, as his orgasm
rapidly built to its inevitable conclusion. "Nice, Babe?" I asked quietly,
and his head rocked against the seat back in the affirmative. I added a
little pressure, and speed, wanting this to go on forever, but was wary of
the other boys stirring. I wanted desperately for this to reach its proper
end, giving the boy his completion, and, I was selfishly eager to see his
cute little dick explode with his orgasm. As if reading my very thoughts,
Brian tensed suddenly, his slim hips arching upward, and his shaft jerking
in my grip. I gamboled a bit on the road conditions, and looked into his
lap, exactly in time to witness his cock flaring strongly, then, erupting,
his meager, watery, fluid ejecting from his small slit in several rapid
pulses, splattering the front of his shorts, and spraying small drops over
his hairless thighs. He emitted a series of small grunts, each time his
spitting tool spewed, until it ended, the spent little tool shrinking in my
fingers.

   Brian sagged against me, spent from the intensity of his coming, and I
ran my fingers through the small droplets of his semen, spreading it, and
coating my fingers with the warm, slick substance. He watched me, then, his
eyes followed my hand, as I brought my slimed fingers to my mouth, and slid
them inside. He giggled, and wrinkled the skin on the bridge of his cute
little nose, his eyes going slightly wider, as I hungrily sucked my
fingers, savoring the slightly acrid flavor of his boyish emission. I
reached into the door pocket, and retracted some tissues from the built-in
container there, and handed them to Brian. He flashed me the dazzling
smile, and dabbed at his thighs, and shorts, handing me back the tissues,
which I promptly slipped in my pocket. His shorts were pretty messy, but
all things considered, I suppose he didn't really mind. I gave his cute
little pinky another quick stroke, and indicated he better zip up, before
we either got busted by the other boys, or crashed the incredible rolling
hulk into a tree.

   Brian joined the other boys in nap-land then, snoozing lightly, his head
against my side, as I managed to keep the mini-tank between the lines,
until the walkie-talkie squawked to life about ninety minutes later, when
our esteemed director called a pee/lunch break. We caravanned off the
highway, and into a large truck stop/restaurant, and stopped, the boys
happily alighting from the rigs, all of them stretching, and yawning. We
split in two directions, depending on the priority, a pee break, or food,
and I followed my sexy little Brian toward the men's room, my eyes again
locked onto his sweet little butt. I was a tad disappointed, when he went
inside one of the stalls, and closed the door, but hey, it happens to all
of us at one time or another, right? I appeased my lecherous needs by
subtly perving the cute little dicks of some of the other boys as they
relieved their bladders, then washed up, and headed into the coffee
shop. Brian was close behind me, fixing me with yet another dazzling smile,
as he slid his tiny butt into the booth next to me.

Our lunch needs filled, we gassed up the vehicles, and got everybody
reloaded, and again set off. Not more than a half hour later, the
Expedition began acting strangely, stalling briefly, then apparently
recovering, only to do it again. This continued a while, and finally, the
beast coughed its last, and died. I coasted it off the highway to a stop,
and called the director on the walkie-talkie, announcing my predicament. He
directed the others to continue, saying that he would return to my
position, and resolve the issue somehow. We were not able to restart the
car, so we put in a distress call for the truck stop where we had stopped
for lunch, and waited for their tow truck/mechanic to arrive on scene. As
each of us sought out a shady waiting spot, Brian and I managed a few
semi-private moments behind a large oak. Stepping behind the thick tree
trunk, the little scamp giggled sweetly, then quickly slid down his zipper,
and popped open his shorts. My eyes went plate sized, as he exposed his
tumescent little cock, and snug little balls to my incredulous view. I
chuckled, giving the sweet little meat a few quick rubs, before admonishing
him to get squared away, lest General Director become curious as to our
activity.

    The mechanic's diagnosis was fuel pump, not an item stocked by the
truck stop, so we decided to cram everyone into the one remaining vehicle,
continuing home, and let the wrecker take the Expedition to the shop for
repair. We were some three hours from home, so the director offered to
return with me the next day to retrieve the hateful beast. The tow guy
hooked on to the wounded Ford, and departed, leaving another small
whirlwind of dust in his wake.

   The director was driving a Lincoln Navigator, clearly enough vehicle for
transporting small, well equipped armies, and we cleared about half the
camping gear from its interior cavern, and loaded it onto the luggage rack
on the roof. This freed up additional seating, and with some other interior
modifications, we created a cozy cubicle at the extreme rear of the
vehicle, framed between stacked luggage at the rear of the third seat, and
the lift-up hatch back rear door. The director/wagon-master decided,
wisely, that this relatively unsupervised space would not do for two of our
young charges together, and promptly directed that I, and the delectable
Brian would be assigned here. Thank You God, and, thank you, too, Esteemed
Director! I crawled into the snug, but acceptable space, followed by sweet
Brian, who scooted his delicious little butt between my outstretched legs,
and burrowed the firm little package into my swollen crotch. His back
rested against my front, and my legs extended down each side of his slim
little body. We shifted a bit, getting settled, and the director lowered
the tail gate, closing us off in our own little world for the remainder of
the trip. I leaned forward a little, and sniffed deeply of Brian's sweet
scent, and, for some weird reason, was reminded of the old fable about the
spider, and the fly.

   The Lincoln roared to life, and the director, ever vigilant, pinged me
on the walkie-talkie, inquiring as to our readiness to "rumble." I rolled
my eyes, and responded, "Roger that, Sir, twice through the park, please,
and don't speed." He cackled shrilly, and we lurched away, once again
homeward bound. As the car settled into its highway rhythm, I slipped my
hand under Brian's loose tee shirt, letting my fingers softly graze over
his soft, smooth skin, as he sighed deeply, and uttered a soft, "Oh,
yea...sweet!" I checked one more time, assuring that we were virtually
invisible in our little cubby, then lifted the hem of the boy's shirt,
tugging it over his head, and off, his soft boyish smells filling my senses
sweetly. He giggled that sweet sound, and began tugging at the fly of his
shorts, as my fingers traced the satin smooth skin of his boyish chest, and
lightly fingered his tiny nipples. He lifted his butt, and skinned the
shorts down his hairless legs, and off his small feet, leaving him
gloriously naked before me. He stretched out his slim legs, and spread them
as wide as space would allow, and rolled his head to look up at me, as he
smiled, and said, softly, "Now Cole...oh man...now, you can touch me
everywhere...please?" I gulped loudly, and nodded, replying, "Oh Brian...oh
God...oh, yes!"

   He relaxed gently against me, my throbbing cock caught tightly against
the gentle swells of his little bubble butt, as I continued to stroke his
chest, toying with his tiny nubbins, and rubbing his soft little tummy. He
was all but purring, small mewing sounds emanating from his throat as I
touched him, everywhere, as requested. I let my fingers lightly glide over
the smooth skin of his inner thighs, then, slid one hand back to his erect
little nipples, as my other hand captured his snug scrotum, gently rolling
the grape sized nuggets. He moaned softly, his breathing becoming rapid,
and shallow, as the super charged sensations wafted through his slim, young
body. I released his balls, and moved to wrap my fingers around his granite
hard shaft, once again stroking its silky length steadily.

   Brian arched his back against me, his hips flexing steadily back and
forth, and the spongy head of his proud little tool became increasingly
wet. He began chanting a soft cadence of low groans, as I stroked him, and
my own cock was soaking my underwear with its free flowing emissions. I
pinched his tight little nipples lightly, and he added some soft squeals to
his groans, while my other hand worked his turgid boy meat faster, moving
him ever closer to his impending crescendo. The small space we occupied was
filled with the incredible scent of him, and of our mutual excitement, and
the melodic sounds of his chanting fueled my rapidly rising passion. His
constant thrusting of his small butt against my throbbing cock was
providing sufficient friction to push me to the brink of an orgasm, and I
shuddered, surrendering to the total intensity of moment. My aching cock
flexed strongly in its trapped environment, and I instinctively thrust
against the boys churning butt, and exploded, jetting rapid volleys of my
cum into my underwear.

   I buried my nose in his soft, fragrant hair, groaning softly, as the
orgasm washed over me. I never broke the rhythm of my stroking Brian's
drooling cock, and in mere seconds following my own cumming, his own little
balls boiled over, and his watery essence sprayed wildly from the head of
his delicious little boy cock. He squealed, as the intense sensations
washed over his quaking body, so shrilly that I feared detection from our
fellow passengers, and quickly covered his mouth with my palm. He shuddered
strongly against me, then, settled, his weight coming fully against me, as
he exhaled a deep sigh, and was still. I nuzzled his silky hair again, and
said softly, "wow!" He giggled quietly, his head bobbing under my chin, and
replied, "Fuck...that... was... hella intense!" I shook my head, slightly
appalled at his continued vulgarity, then chuckled, when I considered that,
vulgar or not, he was totally, one hundred percent correct, in his brief
assessment of the event.

   We rolled along for another hour, or so, and the passing landmarks
indicated that we were no more than another hour from home. The ever
vigilant director had inquired as to our well being a few times via
walkie-talkie, and I feverently hoped that my voice didn't belie the
excitement I was actually feeling, cuddled in the rear of his vehicle with
a totally naked, twelve year old boy. Though my voice sounded a bit
throaty, I was absolutely sincere when I replied to his latest inquiry,
saying that things back here could not have been better, and that young
Brian and I were, uh, getting on, splendidly, thank you very much.

   I was all too aware that our adventure was nearing end, and had once
again brought Brian's sweet little nail to full erection. I desperately
wanted to taste him, to feel his pulsing hardness in my mouth, to
experience his boyish explosion of his nectar, and its flavor, but the
cramped space was a serious challenge. Undaunted, I manipulated our bodies,
sometimes a bit painfully, until I had him positioned on his knees, facing
me. I toyed with his perfect cock, and fondled his cute little balls, until
he was gasping, his slim hips once again bucking rhythmaticaly, as he
tended to do when near cumming. Bending forward from the waist, I managed
to slide his turgid four inches into my mouth, sucking the silky stalk to
the best of my space-limited ability, while I continued manipulating his
tender nuts. He groaned, too loudly, really, and tangled his fingers into
my hair. I moved my head rapidly, sucking strongly, and slipped an arm
behind him, my hand gripping, and kneading the creamy globes of his
incredible little butt. His slim hips bucked back and forth, and his
fingers jerked painfully at my hair, and I took the spongy soft head of his
turgid cock into my throat, swallowing rapidly, as he yanked my hair, and
grunted. "AGggg....Cole....fuuuuuck...!" he wailed, and his cock jumped in my
mouth, erupting, and spewing his thin nectar over my tongue in rapid,
small, pulses.

   I was suddenly transported to boy lover heaven, my taste buds literally
exploding with the acrid, slightly salty, taste of his discharge, and the
incredible sensation of his slippery cock bucking inside my mouth. I
swallowed rapidly, savoring the feel of his slickness sliding onto my
throat, and moved my fingers over his deflating shaft, draining him of
every trace of that unbelievable essence. Spent, Brian sagged back onto his
heels, his now soft cock slipping from my battered lips, and I sat up, my
back screaming loudly at me, angry apparently, for the recent contortions I
had subjected it to. Fuck it, I decided, what I had just experienced was
totally worth the worlds worst back ache!

   We had entered the outskirts of our home town, so it became sadly
necessary to get Brian back into his clothes, and make ourselves as
presentable as possible, given the incredible events of the past few
hours. We both were a touch disheveled in appearance, but passable,
considering the tightness of our confined space. I managed to mop up the
major portion of the serious mess in my undies, an effort that had not been
lost on young Brian, as he giggled sweetly at learning that I had actually
shot off in my clothes. My biggest concern was the lingering scents of our
passion, that seemed to literally fill the cramped little cubby, but the
director appeared not to notice anything out of order, as he swung the
cargo hatch open to free us.

   We clamored stiffly from our perch, and Brian was immediately engulfed
in a hug from his hovering Mother. Finally freeing the slightly squirming
boy from her grasp, she wrinkled her small nose slightly, and declared,
"Good heavens, Brian, when was the last time you bathed...you smell like
your gym shorts after a week at school!" Brian glanced at me, his breath
taking smile crossing his sweet face, and winked, then told his Mother,
"It's just, like, a guy-thing, Mom, and I don't think you would get it." I
chuckled, and ruffled his silky-soft hair, nodding in total agreement.

The End
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