Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 23:03:26 -0400
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Arkansas Vacation:  The Rowboat

The following story is set just outside of Peckertown, AK.  Of course since
Peckertown doesn't exist then nothing in the story really happened either.
It does have sex between a man and a young teen.  If that doesn't appeal,
is illegal in your neck of the woods or you're too young then please leave.
All comments to sidg@compuserve.com

Arkansas Vacation
The Rowboat
by RH
Edited by Sid Gittler (c)2000

     Jason sat in the driver's seat of the rowboat, trying his best to
maintain a straight course across the secluded end of Peckerwood Lake.
Failing miserably, our little craft wove and wandered anywhere but in the
direction of the cove we wanted to fish.  I decided it was time to assist,
as I so often did in school when he lost his way in my class.

     Sitting in the aft seat facing him, I put my hands on top of his and
began to guide each of his oar strokes.  Our course straightened out, and
with each stroke, my hands passed tantalizingly within inches of his 14
year old crotch.  He seemed a bit self conscious, but was far too
conditioned into following directions to object.  After a few minutes of
steady rowing, we entered the lovely little cove we had set out for.

     The early afternoon sun was strong on this perfect June day, and we
were both quite warm.  I pulled off my tee shirt, and suggested to Jason
that he do the same.  Then I suggested that he ought to shed his jeans and
get some sun on his legs.  With school barely closed for the Summer,
neither of us had gotten much sun yet.  Being an obedient boy, he slipped
off his pants, leaving only his Speedo swimsuit on.

     "We better get some sun screen on you, or else you'll burn to a crisp
in 10 minutes," I told him, shifting to the seat next to him and picking up
the bottle of sun goo.  "Hold still; I'll put it on." I began rubbing some
on his teenaged shoulders.  I was massaging gently as I went, and a small
groan of pleasure slipped out of his mouth.  I worked my way across his
adolescent shoulders and down his back, and then returned to the top and
started on his chest, gently rubbing down his firm, slender pecs, and
giving special attention to the nipples, which began to erect in response
to my ministrations.  I continued down his stomach to the top of his
briefs.  His nipples were not the only item that had started to erect; his
penis was straining to straighten inside the smooth fabric of his suit.  I
let it stay that way, and shifted my attention to his legs.

     Kneeling down, I started applying sun screen to his toes, and worked
my way up the smooth legs to the knees.  His legs were still baby-smooth,
with only the slightest blonde down covering them.  I began my approach up
his thighs, moving in ever widening circles over the top of his legs, down
to the inside and back to the top.  He was breathing heavily and sweating
now, beads of moisture standing out on his face, and sweat trickling down
his sides.  He clearly needed to straighten out his penis, but he was too
embarrassed to do it.  I sat back on the seat again, straddling it with
Jason between my legs.  I returned one hand to his lower back and slipped
inside his suit, rubbing his buns as far down as I could.  In front, I
reached the junction of swimsuit and thigh, rubbing lotion between his
legs, stroking against his scrotum with the back of my hand as I did so.  I
placed a gentle hand on his bulging penis.  "Let's put some screen on this
part too," I said.  "The sun will burn right thru that thin nylon."  With
that, I reached up and pulled his Speedos down over his raging hard-on,
which immediately sprang up straight.  He was still a growing boy, and
about five firm, slender inches stood straight up at a slight angle from
his belly.

     I gave it a light squeeze, and then applied sun screen to his abdomen,
working my way bit by bit down to his just-sprouting bush of pubic hair.  I
worked the lotion into the hair and around the base of his penis, and then
massaged his balls.  Finally I returned to the penis, so hot now I could
feel its heat as soon as I touched it.  Running my fingers along its
length, I gave it another squeeze, and then started firmly massaging the
head, well lubed with lotion.  Jason was panting now, squirming under my
hands, and beginning involuntary pelvic thrusts against my hand.  After
very few strokes, he erupted into my hand, shooting strong streams of
teenage cum onto his middle.

     He sort of collapsed then, leaning against me.  I pulled his head
against my shoulder and hugged him.
     "What happened to me?" he asked.
     "You just had an orgasm," I answered.  "Was that your first time?"
     He just nodded.
     "Did you like it?" I asked.
     He nodded again, and smiled.
     "Would you like to do it again?"
     He nodded again, and closed his eyes in post-orgasmic relaxation.
Given his youth, I figured he'd need at least five minutes to rest before
getting it up again.

     I was wrong.  He only needed three.

     I continued to hold him, gently rubbing the cum over his tummy and up
to his chest.  The cum wasn't even dry when he started to erect again.  He
opened his eyes and started stroking his stiffening cock.  This time,
however, I had different plans.

     "This is a real day of firsts for you," I said.  "First time in a
rowboat, first orgasm, first jerk-off with anyone else..."
     "First jerk off, period," he said.  "I was always afraid to touch it
when it got hard.  My mom used to tell me it would break off if I touched
it when it was hard, so I never did."
     "I'll bet she taught you that it was dirty and gross, too, didn't
she?" I said.  He nodded.  "Well, Mom's wrong again.  Let's do your next
first now.  I'll show you how."  I moved back from him enough to lean down
to his crotch.  I took his stiff dick in my mouth briefly and gave it a
good lick.  He gasped.
      "This is how you do a blow job," I told him.  "Lick and suck, and
keep your teeth out of the way."  I returned to his little head, and he
groaned with pleasure.  "Get the idea?  Good.  Now it's your turn."  I
pulled his head into my lap, and he shifted from the seat to the floor of
the boat.  He unzipped my shorts and took out my stiff cock; I had worn no
underwear for just this reason.
     He hesitantly took hold of my cock, looking at it closely.  "I've
never seen a man's penis stiff like this," he said.  "I always figured
something was wrong with mine when it got hard."
     "Thanks to Mom again," I told him.  "Now forget her, and suck."  I
emphasized the instruction by firmly guiding his head onto my cock. Being
the obedient boy he was, he easily complied.
     He held my cock for a brief moment more, and then began licking it,
gently touching the head, moving down to the very bottom, caressing my
balls.  He licked it up and down like a melting popsicle and then licked my
balls with his delicate tongue.  He sucked them into his lips and gave them
a wonderful mouth massage and then returned his attention to my stiff rod,
working his way from the base back up to the top.  When I thought I could
stand no more, he took my swollen head into his mouth and sucked and licked
and sucked and licked.  I grabbed hold of his head and held him steady as I
began to fuck his face, finding a rhythm with him that was totally natural
but which nearly capsized the small boat.
     As my ecstacy mounted, we increased our speed until with a cry of joy
I erupted into his mouth.  Probably the most intense orgasm of my life
flooded into his mouth, more than he could swallow, three, four, five
streams of thick creamy cum.  Some of it leaked out of his mouth and
dribbled down his chin.
     I pulled him up to me and kissed him.  I wiped the cum off his chin
and fed it to him.  He eagerly licked it off my fingers, and then sucked on
my fingers for a few moments more.
     "What do you think Mom would say about this?" I asked him.
     "She'd refuse to admit it," he said, "but one time I saw her and Dad
in the bedroom through the open door, and I think she was doing the same
thing."
     "But, we don't need to let her know that you know, do we," I
suggested.  "We wouldn't want to burst her bubble."
     "No, we wouldn't want to do that.  I'll let her go on thinking I'm
afraid to touch my cock when it's hard.  It'll be easier that way."
     "Or harder, maybe," I commented, "Given the condition of your cock at
the moment."  And I reached down to grab his dick, newly erect, and ready
for more adolescent action.  "Let's see if it really does break when you
hold it!"
     Just then, the alarm horn sounded from the landing.  While we had been
enjoying each other, the sky had clouded over, and the wind had picked up.
A Summer storm was building, and it was time to return to shore.
     So we began rowing back, this time together, Jason on one side, me on
the other, rowing with strong coordinated strokes that brought us back to
the boat landing in short order.
     "You boys find any action?" the boat rental guy asked, as we returned
our stuff.
     "Well, yeah, I guess," Jason answered for both of us.  "But we didn't
catch any fish."

     The End