Date: Thu, 13 Nov 2008 03:11:55 -0800 (PST)
From: James Jones <jacanakid21@yahoo.com>
Subject: GUNTER, PT 1

This story contains sex between teenaged boys if this offends you or you
are underage or it is illegal to read such material where you reside then
please leave.

Your comments are welcome at justjames17@gmail.com all emails answered
except flames which are extinguished on arrival.

Please help keep Nifty free into the future by donating a few dollars to
their coffers.


                    Gunter, Pt 1, by justjames17


I first saw Gunter as I wandered along the riverbank, it was a Sunday
and I was bored out of my 17yo mind; as I passed under the road
bridge I saw him, he was fishing off the cement base of the huge
column supporting the bridge arch. I paused watching him as he
baited his line; his head was down as he concentrated on threading
the worm onto the barbed hook. This gave me the opportunity to
study him without him knowing I was there, his pale body was
almost naked as he wore only a tight blue pair of lycra speedos, my
eyes centered on his crotch where I could see his package clearly.

The flimsy shiny material showed everything, his tight rounded ball
bag and his stiff spike of a dick pointing up towards his cute face,
the sunlight shone on his light brown short hair and illuminated his
left side leaving his right in shadow, the cleft between his flattish
pectorals was obvious as was the small brown dot of his left nipple.
His long coltish legs were clasped together holding his long fishing
pole, one of those concertina poles that had no reel attached, you
simply raised the pole and the hook would be easy to grasp, a tiny
blacfk and yellow float swung on the line as he baited up ready to
lower the bait into the sluggish water below.

His slim build entranced me as did his good-sized package hidden
under the flimsy material of his togs, I wanted to get to know this
slender lad and slowly I approached where he sat. I wondered about
his age he looked a year or two younger than me but then again he
could be my age just a slow developer. I edged along the narrow
footpath that ran along the bank between the river and the tall rock
wall built to create the levee that was built to protect the town from
flooding.

My shadow moved across his pale white thigh as I stopped beside
the concrete base, he turned his head towards me as he lowered the
bait into the river, my heart stopped beating as I saw his angelic
face. His pink lips curved up in a tentative smile as he looked at me,
I smiled in return, "Caught anything mate?"

He shook his head, "Nah not yet I've only just got here, its my first
cast."

I looked down between his pale thighs and got a close up of his
sweet package, my mouth salivated at the sexy sight, he definitely
had a hard on as his cock head was poking at the tight waist of
those sweet speedos. He looked up at me again and saw my eyes
were looking at his bone and he blushed deliciously as he clenched
his thighs trying to conceal the errant muscle. I smiled at him and
winked my eye to try getting him to relax as I said softly, "That is
nothing to be ashamed of it is beautiful."

He looked down again and I noticed even his ears were glowing
bright red, "You mean that? You think my hard on is beautiful?"

I grinned, "Yeah it really truly is a thing of beauty, I hope you don't
mind me saying that?"

I knew all boys liked to think and hear that they had great dicks, it
was part of being a male, this boy was no exception and I could see
his bone actually throb with excitement at my words. My legs were
getting tired after my long walk and now standing awkwardly on the
narrow path, I needed to park my posterior for a while. I asked him
if I could join him on the concrete, he wriggled his cute bum across,
his fishing pole waggled in the air as I slid up beside him my bare
knee gently touching his. A tingle zapped through me at the contact
with his warm flesh, he didn't pull away from my intrusion into his
space so I left my leg resting against his.

We sat quietly watching the river flowing past and his small float
bobbing in the slow current, suddenly it vanished from sight under
the water, the line tightened and the soft rod tip bent down as the
fish dived away trying to escape. He gasped and lifted the pole tip
towards the bridge overhead a good-sized yellow-eyed mullet
swung flapping and twisting in the air above the water. The lad
giggled happily as he swung it in grasping it in his hand, he gently
unhooked the fish before giving it a brief kiss and releasing the
silvery creature back into the water.

I applauded his actions and said, "Its cool you release that fish you
catch, that is a great move."

He grinned making his dimples deepen in his otherwise smooth
cheeks, I only release them here because the river's so polluted I
wouldn't dare eat them, but if I was fishing in the sea I'd keep
enough for a meal."

I nodded and said, "That's cool mate can I ask you something?"

He nodded as he rebaited his hook, I watched him and asked,
"Where are you from? That is a great accent it sounds European."

He nodded blushing again, "We come from Germany, my family
came here five years ago, my dad works in the German Embassy."

I smiled at him and said, "Cool it is a sexy accent you have I like it
and you speak really good English."

He blushed again and looked down at the river between his knees, I
nudged him and said, "Don't be embarrassed you really are a cool
guy. Can I ask your name? Mine is Jarred."

He looked at me still flushed and said, "I'm called Gunter, Gunter
Eberhadt."

I chuckled at his surname and nudged him in the arm, "Are you
called Eberhadt due to you constant boner?"

Gunter looked aghast at me then he cracked up giggling, I thought
he was going to slip into the river so I grabbed hold of him around
the waist. The feel of his firm slim body was incredible he was so
taut and I could feel the muscles and his sharp hipbones, he froze
when I grabbed him then he seemed to suddenly relax in my grasp.
He sighed softly and I felt him tremble, I looked down at his
straining swim trunks and saw he was as hard as steel and that
there was a definite dark spot at the tip of his cock where it pushed
hard at that satiny slick lycra. He was so hard I could easily make
out that he was uncut as his beaut boner pressed tight to the
material, and in his excited state he was leaking sweet goo.

I turned my head and whispered softly into his ear, "You have a
great cock you know, I'd love to make you feel good if you'd let me."

My breath puffing into his cute ear made him squirm and giggle, I
realized he was super sensitive in his ears and decided to dabble my
wet tongue tip in his ear hole. Gunter squealed as I pushed into his
ear, his body bucked and he nearly dropped his fishing rod into the
river. He pulled away and turned to stare at me his blue eyes wide
with shock, his lips moved wordlessly then he gasped, "Ooh you
stuck your tongue in my ear how weird."

I smiled hoping he wasn't upset and said, "I hope you didn't find it
gross or anything, I wouldn't want to do anything to upset you
Gunter?"

He sat there his cute face showing he was thinking then he giggled,
"Hehehe, no it made me feel strange, I sort of felt a shiver run
through me and my dick jumped."

I hugged him to me and he leant into me resting his head on my
shoulder, his warm body made me feel so happy that I kissed the
top of his head while inhaled the scent of his morning shampoo still
evident faintly in his hair. Gunter sighed and rubbed his smooth
cheek on my shoulder, we sat there together until I saw a man
approaching along the path. We separated and sat side by side as he
passed, I felt his eyes boring into our bare backs as he stepped up
onto the concrete slab and passed between the bridge support and
us. I felt he was also peering into Günter's slightly exposed crack
where it showed above his tight togs, the man hesitated, standing
behind us then asked, "Catching anything boys?"

Gunter nodded and turned his head looking up at the man, "Yes I
just caught a mullet and let it go."

The man laughed and then said, "That's good do you catch many fish
here in the river?"

Gunter nodded and told him a few bream but mainly mullet, the man
said that it was good to see boys outdoors doing things rather than
being inside on computers or playing Game Boys and such things. I
thought to myself, "Yeah I bet you do so you can look at boys."

After standing there for a few more minutes he moved on and I
sighed in relief, Gunter leaned back into me as soon as the man
turned the bend upstream and disappeared from sight. I desperately
wanted to put my hand on his rampant rod and feel him up, I
wondered how he'd react if I did so. He seemed quite comfortable
leaning into my body and seemed happy with me hugging him, my
arm wrapped around his back while my hand was on his hip, if I
dared feel him up would he object? Would it ruin what I had built
between us so far?

I was so nervous I was trembling as I dropped my other hand onto
his knee, no reaction from Gunter except he lifted the fishing pole
and removed it from between his legs putting it down on the far side
of him then he spread his slim legs apart a little. I took it as an
invitation to move my hand up that pale but muscled thigh my
fingers rubbing gently up the soft flesh of his inner thigh. Gunter
began to tremble and his breathing sped up, as he lifted his head
from my shoulder and stared as if hypnotized down at my slowly
moving hand. I was enraptured at the feel of his smooth satiny skin
under my fingers and palm, his thighs opened further and I could
see his rounded tight scrotum and rigid twitching rod so clearly
through those revealing speedos.

I neared his crotch and could feel the heat emanating from his
totally aroused genitals, then my hand contacted the tight balls and
Gunter gasped tossing his head back onto my shoulder. I rubbed his
swollen pouch as I licked slowly up his arched throat, tasting his
sweet flesh, he moaned loudly, his voice echoing off the cement
bridge above us. I loved the sound of his voice and the feel of his hot
package in my hand, his dick was jerking and pulsating excitedly, I
looked around ensuring we were alone as I grasped his unbelievably
hard penis giving it a squeeze in my fingers driving a burst of pre
cum that oozed out through the straining lycra where it glistened in
the light.

My mouth watered to taste him and I slowly began licking his chest
working my way down onto his flat firm belly as he leaned back on
his elbows arching his slender taut torso up to my exploring tongue
and lips while moaning loudly as he gasped for breath. My hand was
working his dick rubbing and squeezing it pumping that slick sweet
juice out in preparation to wrapping my lips about his knob and
sucking on his exquisite elixir.

Gunter was squirming like one of those worms he used for bait, I
watched the play of his muscles under his satiny skin, his abdominal
muscles tensing and relaxing as I licked down and around each one
that made up his youthful six-pack. His prominent outie navel
attracted my attention as I licked and sucked on that delightful little
knob making him giggle and gurgle while my eyes were locked on
his jerking cock and I could smell his excited hot sweaty crotch. My
nose rubbed his moist togs across his cock head I felt the slickness
of his juice and it caused me to pounce opening my mouth to suck
him inside. A wail of pleasure echoed about the arched bridge above
as Gunter heaved his hips up trying to stuff his prong down my
throat.

I sucked and slobbered on his speedos as I imbibed his sweet pre
cum before I undid the knot of the cord at his waist to open the
flimsy covering so I could take that delectable dick deep in my
hungry mouth. Gunter lifted his cute arse up to allow me to slide the
swim suit down below his tight hairless balls, his dick jerked and
oozed before my admiring eyes. I licked from that tight wrinkled
sack up the throbbing underside of his prick then insinuated my
tongue tip inside his loose foreskin swabbing it about his sensitive
crown. Gunter was bucking and heaving with incredible intensity his
corded muscles rigid like his delicious dick, he groaned and I felt
him tense up, his cock pulsed against my tongue before he spurted a
gusher of goo into the back of my surprised throat. He had blown his
load almost instantly when I'd sucked him into my gob.

His cock spewed a good amount of hot tasty teen sperm and I
gulped it down so I didn't lose a drop, it slipped down my throat like
delicious oysters and after I'd drained him dry I pulled back locking
my lips tightly around his stiff shaft, his crimson sensitive cock head
popped loudly from my mouth sending a final jolt through his
panting sweaty body and he gave a giggling gasp as his wet dick
slapped onto his smooth belly the shaft nestling in his silky soft
pubes. I looked up at his sweaty flushed face to see his sweet lips
parted as he panted, his smooth torso aquiver in the reminiscence of
his massive climax. I kissed his warm still heaving smooth belly then
worked my way up to his nipples, I licked and sucked on his tiny
nubs making them firm up before continuing up to his moaning
mouth.

I buried my cum tainted tongue inside his wet moist orifice and
swabbed it about his wet muscle, Gunter gurgled then closed his
sweet lips about my invader and sucked upon it as his tongue
twisted about mine in a slippery dance. We were both afire with
lustful pleasure and I cursed when I glanced up the path to see the
man coming back towards us. Too late to hide what we were ding as
he was only yards away and his eyes were agleam as he saw
Gunter's bared crotch. We hurriedly tidied our clothes as he stepped
up onto the cement support and stood looking down at us smirking
broadly, Gunter picked up his rod trying to appear as if nothing had
happened but his flustered face gave it all away.

I glared at the bloke daring him to say something, but he didn't
speak he just crouched down between us and groped Gunter's
crotch, I was furious at his arrogance thinking that sweet Gunter
would like him touching his privates. I grabbed the man's arm and
tugged with all my strength, he swayed then overbalanced falling
arms and legs flailing face first into the river below with a mighty
splash. Gunter lifted his rod out of the way and I said, "Come on
Gunter we'd better get moving before he climbs out."

We packed up his tackle and bait, he pulled on a pair of cut offs and
we ran off up the path and away from where the man was
floundering around trying to climb out of the river. Up the steps we
hurried and I felt thirsty so I suggested we get a drink at the nearby
milk bar, Gunter agreed and I shouted him a can of Coke and an ice
cream. We sat together on the bench outside watching the passing
traffic then he said, "Thanks for everything but I've got to get home
for dinner. Maybe I'll see you again I go fishing pretty often."

I felt a tug at my heart as he picked up his gear and headed off up
the road, I watched his slim body till he turned a corner and I lost
sight of him. I hoped that we'd meet again but who knows.


                      To be continued.