Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2005 14:28:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer of Eric (5)

I woke up kind of slowly the next morning, after sleeping like the
proverbial log, following all the excitement of the previous day. I lay on
my back in bed, and stretched my whole body, then worked up a huge yawn. I
slid my hand under the sheet, and scratched at my bare tummy, then went
lower, and gripped my half hard dick, rubbing a little. I opened my legs,
and moved to cup my balls, smiling as I realized that they felt recharged,
and ready to go again! I lay there idly playing with my stuff, and
remembering all the details of my time with Eric yesterday, and the
combination of these two elements had my six inches fully pumped in no
time! I jerked it a little, and giggled, as I remembered the weird, but
kinda cool scene in Eric's car...me all naked, and jacking off, while he sat
there dressed, watching me shoot a big load all over myself. Weird, for
sure, but pretty fun too, actually.

I let go of my bone, and rolled into a sitting position, putting my feet on
the floor. I stretched again, then, padded over to open my bedroom door. I
stuck my head out in the hallway, and listened carefully. Silence. Cool. My
`rents had left for work, and the house was mine. I walked naked into the
bathroom, and did all my morning stuff, ending with a shower. After I dried
off, I wrapped the towel around my neck, and headed for the kitchen, still
naked, my cock sort of swinging as I walked. It's so cool being home alone,
and moving around the house all naked! I think when I'm on my own, I'm
going to always be naked in my place! Visitors too, maybe! Giggle!

I poured a glass of juice, and drank it down, refilled it, then loaded the
toaster with Pop Tarts, and got it started. As I waited for the toaster,
the phone rang. I picked it up, and said hello, and smiled, as I heard
Eric's voice. "Hey, Cutie-boy...how's it hanging this morning..?" I glanced
down at my semi-stiff cock, and giggled, saying, "Well...it's actually like
half standing, and half hanging..!" He chuckled, and replied, "Hmm...so a
semi....very cool...so then....all nakey, are we...?" I blushed, even though I
was like, all alone, then said, "Uh huh...I'm seriously into naked when
nobody is home..!" He paused a second, then said, "Really...sweet...think I'm
making a rule then, anytime I get you over here.....naked, it is!" I
giggled, and answered, "Cool...I'm thinking I'd like that....a lot..!" He
chuckled again, and said, "You are SO nasty, little boy...I LOVE that about
you...!" I blushed again....jeez!

My Pop Tarts...uh...popped...so I grabbed them with a paper towel, and started
munching them while we talked. "What are you stuffing into that sweet mouth
of yours, Robby..?" He asked me, and I told him. "Hmm...well...careful,
dude...don't be dripping any of that hot jelly onto anything that's
important to me...!" I giggled, and said, "Well...if it happened...you might
actually like licking it off...!" He laughed, and said, "Yep...for sure...I'd
be licking off the jelly...and going for that sweet cream...!" I blushed
again, and mumbled, "Awesome...!"

So, sweet-stuff...how does some more beach time sound..?" I swallowed my
mouthful, and answered, "Sure...way cool...whatever...I...uh....just want to
see you...soon...so beach is cool...always...!" He was quiet a second, then
said, "I hear that, cutie....me too...so...how is an hour...sound ok.?" I
glanced at the clock, then answered, "Yea... an hour works...or sooner, if ya
can...uh...shall I just stay...dressed... this way...or..?" He laughed, and
replied, "I would love that, Dude...but...I'm thinking if I find your killer
bod all naked when I get there...we can probably forget the beach....but
seriously...just some swim shorts...and don't even THINK about jocks...or
undies...and maybe a change for after, if we go eat, or something..." We
finished the conversation then, and hung up, and I walked back to my room
to get ready, my mind already spinning with wicked thoughts of the coming
day!


Wicked thoughts seemed to be the theme for the day, so while deciding which
of my several swim shorts to wear, I decided that none of them could really
be defined as wicked. Not, at least, wicked enough to match the horny mood
I was in. digging deep into a dresser drawer, I came across a old pair of
shorts I wore when I played 8th grade basketball. They were a kind of silky
material, shiny, and were about mid-thigh in length. Well, when I used to
wear them two years ago, they were, anyway. I held them against my crotch,
and giggled, when I saw how small they were for my current size. I pulled
them on, and had a little struggle getting my mostly hard cock, and my ball
sac, stuffed into them. I turned, and looked at my reflection in the full
length mirror on the back of my door, and giggled. Yes...wicked...definitely,
wicked! The small shorts almost looked tiny on my body. The slick material
molded itself to my turgid cock, and my balls were clearly outlined as a
good sized lump resting just below my cock. I stepped closer, and looked
again, and saw that it was clear to anyone looking that I was circumcised,
the thick little ridge of my cock head plainly visible. I giggled, thinking
of Eric's likely reaction at seeing me wearing these, and decided to go for
it! I turned around, and looked back over my shoulder, and smiled. The
small shorts wrapped the twin globes of my small, tight butt like plastic
wrap, and the silky material inserted itself neatly into my crevice,
leaving little doubt as to the shape of my cute little ass. Cool, I
thought, this ought to seriously get his attention! I pulled a pair of my
regular swim shorts on over the small ones, the, got a button-up shirt from
my closet, and put it on...leaving it fully unbuttoned. I slid some sandals
on my feet, grabbed a beach towel, and went out front to wait for Eric.

He drove up a few minutes later, and climbed out of the car, smiling as he
walked over to me. We did the typical fist-bump hello, and he opened the
passenger door, retrieving a small bag and ice chest from the seat. He
handed them to me, then, walked behind the car to open the trunk, and
signaling for me to put them inside. I walked to the back of the car, and
leaned into the trunk to set the items inside. As I leaned over the rear of
the car, Eric took the cheeks of my thrust out butt in his hands, kneading
them firmly, and probing my cleft with a finger. I jumped slightly, and
yelped a little, and he chuckled, saying, "One very fine ass there,
Robby-boy...thinking I need to check that out...closely..!" I blushed, of
course, Jeez...why do I always do that..! He rubbed me a little more, then
slapped it gently, and asked, "Ready...?" I giggled, and answered, "For
what...going...or...you checking out my very fine ass...?" He laughed, and
replied, "BOTH, actually...going....AND checking out that very fine ass...in
that order..!" I laughed, blushed, and climbed into the car!

We hit the freeway, going south, the CD player blaring some mostly
unintelligible hip-hop tune performed by some rapper of limited talent,
whose picture on the diamond case indicated that he was a serious fan of
heavy gold neck chains, and multiple ear rings!  After about 20 minutes,
Eric steered the car off the freeway, and onto a narrow back road that I
knew would take us to Sunset Beach. Sunset was a long, narrow strip of
beach surrounded by high and rolling sand dunes for miles in both
directions. It had a reputation for a serious undertow, and thus was not
popular among families with children. This, of course, made it the perfect
place for the college and high school crowds, who frequented the place for
some serious beach partying! On previous trips here, some friends and I
combed the sand dunes, and happened across beer and wine bottles, and used
and discarded condoms in alarming numbers. In fact, on more than one
occasion, we actually happened across some sand mound that was currently
sheltering some amorous young couple vigorously involved in adding to the
condom count totals! Yup, Sunset Beach...better known to the young and wild
as "sucks-it" beach!

Eric parked the Mustang, and we gathered up the contents of the trunk, and
the beach blanket, and trudged off over the dunes. He led us all the way to
the beach, and we spread the blanket, then, settled the gear. There were
only a few people dotted along the beach, none of them very close to our
selected spot. "Swimming pretty much sucks here," Eric said, "But how about
we go get wet, anyhow...that hike was a bitch..!" I peeled off my shirt and
dropped it on the blanket, and replied, "Sounds good to me...!" Eric paused,
a smile crossing his face as he drifted his eyes across my torso. "You are
SO fucking cute, Robby-boy...I'm not sure why I don't just take you home,
and eat you alive..!" I blushed, and punched his shoulder, saying, "You
only want me for my body...perv..!" He laughed, wiggled his eyebrow, and
nodded, saying, "Yep...you got it, studly!" Pausing, and looking straight
into his sexy eyes, I smiled my best wicked smile, and slowly, slowly, slid
my regular swim shorts down my legs, revealing the tiny little number
underneath! My eyes never left his as I accomplished this little surprise,
and I giggled when I saw his eyes widen, then again, as the barely-there
shorts came into his view.

"Oh fuck, Robby-boy...THAT....is not EVEN fair...!" He exclaimed. I smiled
sexily, and cocked one hip to the side, raising my arms to clasp my hands
behind my head, and thrusting my hips slightly forward. His eyes traveled
the length of me, then, settled on what I was sure was my seriously bulging
crotch. He licked his lips, shaking his head slightly side to side. In my
best girly voice I said huskily, "Hi Mister...wanna play in the sand with
me...?" He grinned like a kid with a new Christmas bike, and answered, "Oh
God yes....little boy...I most definitely DO want to play with YOU...!" I
dropped the wicked pose then, and laughed, turned, and took off on a run
toward the water, yelling over my shoulder, "Got to catch me first...!"

I reached the surf, and ran through the rolling waves until I was chest
deep in the water, and stopped. Before I could get turned around, Eric
reached me, and launched himself into me, wrapping his arms around me, and
tumbling us both into the cold ocean. We rolled in the strong current, and
finally got to our feet, and Eric slid behind me, wrapping his arms around
me, his hands gripping my chest, as he pulled my body back against him. He
back-walked to shallower water, and settled back onto the sand, my back
still held tightly against his front. The foamy surf washed over us, and
the outgoing tow washed the wet sand away from our bodies. He wiggled
against my bottom, and I giggled at feeling his hard cock press into me
there. "Gosh Mister...!" I squealed, "Your thing is all stiff...and...big
too..!" He pinched my nipple, then did it again, and hissed against my ear,
"Damn right it is, little boy...any dick would be that got within 50 yards
of that hot little body in that hot little getup..!" I laughed, and ground
my butt against his hardon, and replied, "Gottcha...and good, too...!" He
grunted, and again pinched my nipple, and said, "True enough,
Hotstuff....but....we'll see who gets who...in the end...!" He pressed his rock
hard cock firmly into my butt, and added, "Maybe...even...THIS...end...!" And
he pressed again, to emphasize the point. Turning serious for a second, it
flashed across my mind that he meant...uh...fucking...me...? Jeez!

A bigger wave broke over us then, and he let me go, as we both were washed
away in the strong current, and emerged, sputtering, nearly all the way
back to the beach. We stood, and staggered back to dry sand, wiping sand,
and salt water from our eyes. He coughed up some water, and said, "Fucking
tow here sucks...!" I nodded, and asked, "Right...so...how come you brought
us here, then...?" He grinned at me, and did that eyebrow thing again, and
answered, "Because...you nasty little boy...I plan to take you behind a sand
dude...and...make you...even more nasty...!" I giggled, and blushed a little,
and said, "So then take me Mister...I'll even HELP you...!" He dropped his
eyes to my almost naked crotch again, licked his lips, and leaned down,
scooping me up, and tossing the upper part of my body over his shoulder
like a sack of flour, or something, and started walking back to our
blanket!

Reaching the blanket, he bent, and scooped it up, along with his gym bag,
and, still shouldering my body, headed up, and over, a high sand dune. In
the secluded swale between the dunes, he dropped the blanket, then, set me
back on my feet. He quickly spread the blanket, and lay down on it, holding
his arms up to me, and said, "Come here, you sexy thing...!" I smiled coyly,
and stared at the sand, trying for my best shy-boy look, and asked quietly,
"How come, Mister...what do you want to do to me...?" He growled, and barked,
"Just get that hot little body down here...and you won't have to ask...!" I
giggled, and dropped onto the blanket beside him!

He reached out, and pinned my arms behind me, rolling me onto my back. He
hovered above me, and looked into my eyes, and smiled. "You are SO fucking
cute...and...SO sexy....GOD..!" I grinned up at him, and stuck my tongue out
him. He chuckled, and bent over me, his soft lips lightly brushing mine, as
he sucked my tongue into his mouth. He released it, and buried his face
into my neck, and I shuddered, feeling him lick me there, before moving to
my chest. He lapped at my chest, and licked my nipples, then sucked them
until they were tight, and stiff, like tiny pencil erasers. He licked down
to my tummy, and stabbed at my little cavern, then licked sideways across
my tummy, right at the waist of the tiny shorts. My cock felt like it was
going to break, or something, it was so hard, and seriously poking at the
small shorts!

He lifted his head then, and stared at my grossly tented shorts. He shook
his head slowly, then, lowered it, and closed his mouth around the covered
shaft of my aching cock! I could feel his warm breath on my dick through
the shorts, and I thrust upward, trying to drive my hard cock at him. He
backed away, and moved lower, opening his mouth wide, and closing it over
the lump that was my trapped balls! I groaned, and felt his warm breath
again, as he nuzzled my nut sac, then moved, running the flat of his tongue
across the skin at the inside of my thigh! "OHhh....man....wow...!" I
chanted. My brain reeling with sensations, and he crossed over, licking his
way back up my other thigh, until he again reached my balls, and once again
mouthed them. He worked my balls long enough that I felt the wetness of the
shorts rubbng against my straining sac, and I groaned again,
"Aggg..Eric...oh shit...Yesss...!" He moved again, off my balls, and licked
all over my straining cock outside the shorts, until they were wet there
too! He pulled away then, and I opened my eyes to look at him. He was
staring, fixated, at my stressed crotch, my stuff even better outlined now,
from the silky material being wet!" God Damn, Robby-boy...I SO want to tear
that off you...suck that beautiful cock...but...you look SO fucking hot like
this...SO...nasty....damn...!"

I grinned, and humped my ass up and down obscenely, trying to tantalize him
into serious action...I liked looking so nasty...for sure...but...I WAY more
wanted him sucking me...for real..! I reached down, and quickly jerked the
tiny shorts down, freeing my swollen cock, and it slapped noisily against
my abdomen, the shaft pulsing with my rapid heartbeat, and my balls
swelling out between my smooth thighs. "I'll look nasty
again...later...please, Mister...just DO me...please...?" I squeaked, and he
grinned, and muttered, ""Damn right....nasty little boy...I'll DO
you...good...!" He tore the shorts all the way off my legs, then, griped my
leaking cock, and stretched out between my wide spread legs. He licked my
inner thighs again, before lapping at my charged up balls, then, swallowing
the whole bulging sac! "Ungggg....Aggg...!" I yelped, and he spit my smooth
bag out, then, sucked each aching ball in turn, his hand stroking my rock
hard cock. He let my balls go, and stared at my cock, and smiled, as his
upstroke produced a pearl of my precum. `Sweet...!" He muttered, and leaned
in, sliding my entire cock deep inside his warm wet, mouth!
"OHhhhh....FUCK...!" I roared, and my brain went into overload from the
incredible feeling! He moved up and down, finding his rhythm, sucking me,
and driving me crazy with lust! My fists hammered the sand, and my head
rolled side to side, as I gasped and grunted, barely able to stand the pure
pleasure I was feeling!

Up and down, over, and over, he went, his hand moving to grope my bouncing
balls as he sucked me! My nuts were on fire, and my cock was drooling my
precum like a very bad faucet, when he gently squeezed down on my balls,
and tugged the sac slightly away from my body! :OHhhh...god..gonna...!" I
roared, and bucked my hips, driving into his sucking mouth until my cock
jerked strongly, and swelled even more, then, erupted, my cum rocketing
into his mouth in rapid, strong jets, which he swallowed as fast as they
presented!

Finished, I sagged onto the blanket, my chest heaving as I gulped air. He
backed off of my super sensitive cock then, releasing it from his mouth,
and held it gently in his fingers, before once more lapping at the tip,
swiping away the last traces of my powerful orgasm. He smiled at me, and I
smiled back, still seeing bright flashes of light behind my eyes, and he
said, "God...you are SO nasty...and SO cute....and SO freeking HOT!" I
giggled, and nodded my head, then said girlishly, "Gee, thanks, Mister...!"

(To Be Continued)
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