Date: Fri, 7 Oct 2011 06:44:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: video arcade

Video Arcade
By
Storyguy22

   It has long been established that robbers rob banks because that's where
the money is. The same can be said of certain venues which are frequented
by hormone laden and sexually adventurous young boys, which is why men who
are devout boy-lovers such as me tend to frequent these same venues;
because that's where the boy's are.

   It had taken me some time to reach the understanding that a fair number
of likeminded men never seem to reach; to wit, far more young boys than one
might imagine are equally as interested in contacts with boy loving men as
are the men interested in contacts with a boy. My early forays into this
arena were fraught with the assumption that in order to establish any sort
of sexual liaison with a young boy I would be required to apply a fairly
major dose of walking on eggs style of deception in order to stand any real
chance of luring the spider into my parlor. Not always true, as it turns
out. As time pursuing my passion allowed me to build on my experiences it
eventually dawned on me that a much better expenditure of my time and
effort was in ferreting out the boy's with the proper mindset rather than
basing a selection upon purely physical attractions.

   I admit that the revelation surprised me, and it took a bit of time
before I actually accepted the concept that a surprising number of the
little hotties were actually very much interested in experiencing a sexual
encounter with adult males, eager even, and occasionally downright
aggressive. A case in point that I would offer as an example would be the
delicious young Timmy with whom I enjoyed a truly stunning encounter which
had its beginnings at a video arcade oft frequented by the sort of boy we
are discussing in this tome.

   Timmy had easily caught my eye on my very first visit to the arcade I
had frequently heard mentioned in the local chat rooms and boy-blogs in my
city. To test the waters, so to speak, I had ventured into the arcade one
Saturday morning about mid-morning, and within moments I had spotted the
fair Timmy as he feverishly worked the controllers of a coin operated game
consul. He was nothing short of gorgeous, about thirteen I judged, and
petite of build with a bush of thick blonde hair that hid his small ears
and hung over the collar of the polo shirt he wore with some red shorts. I
took up an observation post, and spent several minutes checking him out
closer. My initial impression was dead-on, he was indeed gorgeous, cute as
the proverbial bug with sky blue eyes, a dazzling smile that displayed
perfectly white and even teeth. I estimated him to be around 5' 4" or so,
and maybe 100 pounds, and the exposed arms and lower legs were slim and
well formed, smooth as satin and apparently devoid of any significant
emergence of hair. His sitting position and the somewhat loose fitting
shorts he wore belied any real estimation of his boyish treasures, but I
surmised that any boy this cute on so many levels simply had to be equally
anointed where it counted. In any event, I was hardly a size queen, my only
real preference in a young boy being that he has the ability to present a
decent offering of that precious nectar known as boy-cum.

   I watched the boy for several more minutes, enjoying his obvious
enjoyment of his game and the energetic gyrations he applied to winning it,
and when the game ended and he slumped back in the seat to let the stress
of the contest bleed off, I made my approach, walking up to stand beside
him. He looked up at me, and his sweet face broke into a wide smile as I
said hello, and asked his name. He answered easily, a kind of telling
understanding creeping into those amazing eyes. I chatted him up some about
the recently completed game, and then gently asked if he were going to have
another go at it to which he shrugged and replied that it had been his last
quarters, another small indication of some street smarts on his part. Quite
naturally, I offered to stand him to another round, and when he eagerly
accepted I handed him a couple of the coins I always kept handy, and then
just boldly settled my ass onto the seat beside him. Unfazed, he scooted
over a bit to allow me some room, and then dropped the coins into the slot
to restart the game, which instantly came to life with lights and
noises. Timmy quickly immersed himself into the action, his dainty hands
expertly working the controls as his little pink tongue slipped out of his
mouth in concentration, and I too quickly immersed myself in some action of
my own as I casually slid my arm around his narrow waist, and let my hand
settle on his silky smooth bare thigh. The contact didn't seem to faze
Timmy at all, so I ramped things up slightly by slowly rubbing that warm,
firm thigh up and down.

   Still no reaction as Timmy furiously worked the game, the machine
bleating all manner of weird sounds and flashing lights. I inhaled his
sweet boy-scents, his thick hair had a faint shampoo aroma, and the
heart-stopping smell of young boy made me slightly dizzy. I could feel that
familiar tingling in my balls, and my cock thickened in my pants, and in a
kind of do-or-die moment, I eased my hand to his flat tummy, and inserted
it under his shirt. A shudder ran through me at the contact with his smooth
skin, and I glanced intently at him to gauge his reaction to my invading
his personal space, but he never batted a pretty eye lash, so I began
gently rubbing his butter soft tummy. He giggled sweetly, and kind of
wiggled his tiny ass on the seat, and I let my hand slide up so that I was
lightly touching his tiny nipple with a fingertip.

   Timmy successfully achieved another game level, and he let out a small
squeal that may have been game related, but I was hopeful that it was a
favorable reaction to my nipple play, so I continued doing it as I
whispered encouragement onto his ear. Lacing any sort of dangerous reaction
to my attentions, I slid my hand lower again, and let it settle directly on
his crotch, the lump of his boyhood painfully obvious under my palm. He
squealed again, hardly an attention getting sound in a busy video arcade,
and I gently gripped the ample tube of his quickly inflating penis in my
hand. Timmy shot me a glance, another dazzling smile on his sweet face, and
when he turned back to the game I leaned close to his ear, and said softly,

   "Very nice, Timmy, you're a big boy, definitely...I would sure love to
suck this beauty for you, if you're at all interested."

   That earned me another brief glance and smile, and then just a tiny nod
of his head, and I smiled then, giving his now fully erected penis another
squeeze before moving my hand to more neutral territory as he continued the
game to its final explosion. The game went still and dark, and Timmy sagged
into me as I resumed rubbing his inner thigh, and then he turned his head
to look at me as he said,

   "I know a place close bye here if you wanna take a walk with me."

   If I wanted to, I thought, do I ever! I nodded and winked at him, and he
pushed against me, so I stood up, letting him slide off the seat
bench. Standing, he was even cuter and more petite than he had appeared
seated, and I grinned at the small tent poking at the front of his
shorts. He glanced down, following my gaze, and he giggled again as he
grabbed my hand, and led me toward the entrance of the arcade. Not his
first rodeo, I decided, and I happily followed his lead, the saliva of
anticipation already filling my mouth.

   Outside, Timmy led me along the sidewalk a short distance, and then we
crossed the street and entered a city park. Clearly familiar with the
terrain, Timmy moved right along, turning onto a winding path for a way
before he paused to glance around before walking toward some thick foliage
a ways off the path. He ducked us behind a large bush which brought us to a
small and private clearing fully surrounded by the plant life, and then he
scooted around another bush, and stopped. Glancing around, I was satisfied
with the security of the spot, and then I dropped to my knees in front to
Timmy. He grinned, and lifted his thin arms to place his hands atop his
head as he slightly thrust his hips forward, silently offering me his
treasures. My pulse raced, and my cock throbbed in my pants as I reached
out and slowly tugged his shorts and brightly decorated little briefs to
his ankles. He lifted each foot in turn, stepping free of the clothing, and
I simply stared in utter wonder at his stunning, nearly naked beauty.

   Close your eyes a moment, and imagine. A truly beautiful boy of thirteen
years, a mop of blonde hair and the bluest eyes ever standing before a
kneeling you, mere inches away. His shirt covers his chest and tummy, but
you can still make out the slightly rounded young tummy pushing against the
shirt material, and then your eyes lower, and a clear gasp escapes your
chest as you settle your gaze on a rigid boy-boner that is absolute
perfection in every sense. It is pulsing with excitement, a perfect
specimen of healthy pink tube topped by a slightly purple hued rounded knob
fully exposed by a perfect circumcision, and glistening with oozing
wetness. Below is a snug pouch filled with marble sized boy-balls, dangling
slightly between silky smooth thighs that tapered into well formed and
hairless legs. I was absolutely drooling, already imagining the marvelous
taste of the rock hard erection, and the sense of it sliding wetly in and
out of my mouth until the moment of truth when it would erupt, and spurt
the live giving elixir of sweet, warm boy-honey.

   I gulped, and reached for the prize, gripping its narrow shaft and
stroking it several times. My other hand went to cup his balls, tugging the
sack gently as my fingers rolled and poked his balls, and Timmy groaned
happily. I watched a pearl of his fluid seep from the tiny slit on the
head, and an ache passed along my jaw bone. I swallowed again, and then
leaned in and slid that perfect morsel into my drooling mouth, and sucked
it. I bobbed over it hungrily, and Timmy lowered his hands to grab at my
head, and he groaned again as I coupled toying with his young balls to my
frantic sucking of his sweet young cock. Eventually, I backed off and moved
to lick and suck that silky pouch and its tender contents, and then I went
back to that dripping young cock, and took it in again, going for full
effect this time as Timmy's small ass rocked back and forth. I tasted his
precum, so tart and so sweet all at once, and I ran a hand around him, my
palm cupping his pert little ass, and finally dipping a finger into his
warm crease to tease at his tiny pucker as I continued to suck him.

   "OHhh jeez...!" he chirped eventually, "Jeez...I'm gonna cum!"

   And did he ever! His hips bucked forward, and he rocked up on his
tippy-toes as I felt his boyhood throb and buck strongly a split second
before his warm and creamy nectar spurted repeatedly into my hungry
mouth. I savored each tasty offering, holding it in my mouth until he was
spent, and I felt his penis begin to wilt. I sat back, letting his cock
slip from my mouth, and then I swilled his cum around my mouth. I opened it
wide, letting the boy see his product, and as he grinned widely at me, I
gulped down every drop. I smacked my lips, making a big production of
having swallowed his offering, and then I grinned up at him, and said,

   "My God Timmy, that was amazing...delicious, and so much...you shoot
like a man, Son...from that beautiful cock...I am totally impressed!"

   He grinned proudly, and I was unable to resist leaning in to plant a wet
kiss on his now small boyhood, and then I retrieved his briefs and shorts.
He stepped into them, and I worked them up his lovely legs, and he settled
them into place. I stood, and gave the boy a warm hug, and then he turned,
and was gone back through the bushes. I ran my tongue around my mouth,
savoring his still lingering aftertaste, and then I too exited the park,
already eager for my next exploit with some likeminded young boy from one
or another of my special venues. Should I find success in these future
pursuits, I will gladly share them again with interested Nifty readers.

Storyguy22@yhoo.com