Date: Tue, 9 Sep 2008 18:02:07 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: The Boy in the Lobby

Dear Reader: Too young? Sorry, please go away...I cannot encourage you to
read any further. Adult fantasy material ahead, be warned...it might be
stimulating. This is fiction because my name was changed to protect my
innocence. That is today, as a boy I had no such protection...comments
welcome.

	drmeta4@gmail.com


			The Boy in the Lobby (B/B)

	My family and I had come here for the fun and the sun, responding
to the lure of this tourist town just as many thousands had before us. It
was a late vacation, a last minute fling before summer's end sends kids
back to school and parents are forced to buckle down in the workplace.

	The beach was our front yard, just as the hotel had promised in its
glossy brochure. I could see several hundreds had already flocked to the
water's edge this morning. My father parked the car and I sprinted for the
waves, leaving my mother and two little sisters behind. Hot...hot, the sand
was already scalding my toes as I hit the water with glee.

	My parents checked into the hotel and took the bags to our rooms
before coming to find me. My little sister Trish was only four and this was
her first experience with the beach. Brittany was eight and already wise to
the ways of the ocean. They sat in the sand digging holes and began to look
for sand crabs.

	I was twelve, almost thirteen and this was my fourth or fifth trip
to the ocean. I disdained playing in the sand as too childish. Besides, I
had just recently discovered a new game to play, one that never seemed to
lose its fascination.

	I suppose I can credit Bobby Stuart for showing me the ropes of
this game, although I would have discovered it for myself sooner or later.
But it was Bobby who pulled me into the basement laundry room at his house
and showed me how the game was played.

	I was mystified when he dropped his pants, his dick was sticking
straight out from his belly and it seemed so much bigger than mine. Mine
stuck straight out like that too, but it was real hard to pee when it was
like that every morning. Bobby told me to drop my pants and I reluctantly
complied. Yikes, my dick got hard the minute Bobby put his hand on it and
began to pull. Funny, it seemed to be as big as his; I didn't know it had
grown so much.

	"Pull on mine," he begged.

	"Why?" I asked.

	"Just do it, you'll see."

	His hand did feel good wrapped around my dick, especially when he
squeezed and stroked down the length. I copied his moves and realized I was
making him feel good too.

	"Oh, can you feel it?" Bobby moaned.

	"Feel what?"

	"Keep going, don't stop now," he gasped.

	His hand was going faster on my dick; I began to feel something
tickle deep inside. What a nice feeling, I wonder what does that?

	"Go, go, go," Bobby said. He was panting now and pushing his body
forward, his dick stretched out in front of him. My arm was getting tired
but I didn't dare stop, I could tell something was about to happen.

	"Ah...ah...here it comes," he gasped and a spurt of white creamy
fluid shot out from the tip of his dick and then dribbled down my
fingers. I continued to stroke until Bobby pulled away and sank to his
knees.

	"You haven't done it yet...let's go," he said. His hand began to
stroke me harder and the tickle inside of me increased. I leaned back
against the wall, feeling the muscles in my legs begin to shake.

	Oh...man, what was that? I was gasping now, feeling a pressure in
my balls starting to rise into my dick. Oh...oh...and I came. Not a huge
squirt like Bobby had made but enough to make my knees tremble and I slid
down beside him on the floor.

	We looked down at the drops of cream on the linoleum. "You came,
Tommy...all right. That was a first wasn't it?"

	"Yes," I croaked, my mouth had suddenly gone dry.

	"It's so cool; I've been doing it all week. A lot more comes out
now than when I first did it. We're men, Tommy, we make sperm."

	"Neat," I said. My dick looked red and shriveled resting there on
my balls. I had noticed the changes in my body over the past few months,
especially when my balls began to sag. At first it amazed me as I felt the
fleshy globes with my fingers and realized the sensation made my dick
hard. But I didn't understand the mechanics of masturbation until Bobby
wised me up.

	Bobby and I played the game often with few variations. We did try
adding various means of making our dicks slippery. I liked his mother's
hand cream the best but hated using Vaseline, horrible stuff wouldn't wash
off. I liked it when he pulled on my dick, it felt different and made me
feel all warm inside. Of course I played with it a lot myself every chance
I got, three or four times a day. I would miss the game with Bobby for the
two weeks we were at the beach, but not too much since at least my new toy
came with me.

	After playing in the waves all day I got sand in my bathing suit
that began to irritate my balls. That made me think about my dick and so it
got hard. Now I was stuck out in the water until it went down. A dick can
often be a pain in the ass.

	My mom yelled for me to come on in it was time for dinner. We made
our way back to the hotel and I rinsed off under the cold water shower
beside the parking garage level. I dressed quickly and begged five dollars
from my dad to play the video games I had spied in a little room off the
lobby. I dashed off, promising to meet them downstairs in twenty minutes.

	The lobby was quiet with few people about as I made my way to the
arcade. Only five machines but one of them was a car race so I plunked down
two quarters and began to drive. The machine was a hard play; I crashed
repeatedly until the game ended. I was in my second game when I became
aware that a boy was standing behind me.

	"Remind me not to let you drive my car," he chuckled as I crashed
again.

	"This is hard, can you do better?" I replied.

	"Probably."

	There was silence as I continued to drive the little green sports
car around the curves, careening off the walls until it crashed again.

	"Don't get frustrated, ease off on the accelerator until you're
into the turn," the boy said.

	I tried it his way and made it through a series of sharp turns...no
crash. The worst part of the track was ahead when I felt his hands settle
on my shoulders.

	"Lean with the curve, it will keep you from oversteering," he
commanded.

	I felt his hands pressure me left and right as the curves came up,
the little car seemed to follow me and again I made the curves without
crashing. I felt his hands leave my shoulders.

	"I think you have it now, have fun," he said and walked out of the
room.

	The game was easier now; his hands had shown me the way. He had
nice strong hands too, so warm and friendly. His touch had sent a tingle
through my body and I became aware that I had an erection. No problem, I
could take care of that before my family arrived.

	The men's room was across the lobby and I headed straight there, my
hands held awkwardly in front of my crotch to hide the bulge. I pushed open
the door and found myself in a lounge area, the bathroom was through a
second door on the right. Thankfully there was no one in sight as I stood
in front of the urinal with my hard dick waving in the breeze.

	My hand began the familiar stroking movement on the shaft of my
dick, rubbing across the head ever so gently on the upstroke. I liked the
feeling that gave me, it prolonged the pleasure. Ah, I could feel the
tickle begin...and then hands descended on my shoulders.

	"You're doing that wrong," the all too familiar voice said. It was
the boy from the arcade, I didn't hear him enter. "Come on, I'll show you."

	I was struck dumb, caught with my dick out and embarrassed to
death. What was this guy doing? The hands turned me towards a toilet stall
and gently pushed me through the door.

      I felt his hands reach around to unbuckle my belt and pop open the
snap of my shorts which dropped to the floor. He stuck his fingers under
the waistband of my briefs and slid them down until they fell about my
ankles. I couldn't stop him, he was bigger than me, but I really didn't
want him to stop.

	The hands lifted me off the floor and sat me down on the cold
porcelain of the toilet tank and for the first time I looked up into his
face. He was older than me, at least sixteen, but he had kind eyes that
held no threat, in fact they seemed to sparkle with humor. One of his hands
grasped my dick and the other encircled my balls.

	"So soft," he whispered. Then looking me in the eye he said," This
is the most fun I've had all week."

	He sat himself down on the end of the toilet and leaned his face
down into my crotch. I gasped as his mouth surrounded my dick and began to
gently suck. Oh the heat of his mouth and the suction pulling along the
shaft of my dick made the tickle inside of me go crazy. I leaned back
against the tile wall and looked down, watching as he worked his magic.

	The feeling grew stronger with every stroke of his mouth. The head
of my dick was swelling in the back of his throat and I knew the end would
come soon. My body trembled and I braced myself for the climax but just
then he pulled away.

	"Don't be in such a hurry to end it," he whispered. I nodded
dumbly.

	He stood before me and unzipped his pants. I felt a chill run down
my back; I hope he didn't think I was going to suck on him. His hand went
inside his pants and pulled out his dick.

	"Oh," I said. I had seen my father's dick before, a big nasty hairy
thing. This wasn't like that; in fact his dick was not much bigger than
mine. I looked down and then up into his face.

	"Would you do me a favor too?" he asked.

	I looked back down at his dick. Well...it wasn't much bigger than
Bobby's. I reached out a hand and grasped his swollen flesh. I began to rub
it gently, feeling it stiffen as I went. The boy sighed and I felt pleased,
I was giving him something back.

	I stroked him for a while and he occasionally gasped and
moaned. Finally he produced a handkerchief and held it out before him. I
continued to stroke him as his dick squirted into the cloth.

	He smiled and said," Thank you...now I'll bet you're ready."

	He took my dick into his mouth and I went through all the
pleasurable sensations once again. Oh, how I loved his mouth down there, it
was so much better than a hand. He swallowed my dick deep into his throat
and I felt his tongue licking at my balls, it tickled enough to make me
giggle.

	His suction increased and so did the pressure in my balls. The deep
tickle was becoming insistent; I knew I was going to come. I lay a hand on
the back of his head and pushed my body forward, embedding my dick in the
back of his throat. I groaned in anticipation and the trembling in my legs
began. My dick burst deep down the boy's throat, not once or twice but
three times I bucked, shooting forth the most awesome spurts of cum.

	I felt him swallow and still he continued to suck until I didn't
think I could stand it anymore. When he finally pulled away there wasn't a
drop to be seen, he had swallowed it all.

	"Thanks, man...thank you," he said. "See you later."

	   He opened the stall door and was gone. I was left with my pants
and underwear around my ankles and my dick shriveled and lifeless. I leaned
back against the tile wall and relived the whole thing all over again. Oh
God, wait until I tell Bobby what else we can do.

	What time was it, shit? My parents would be looking for me. I
pulled up my pants and bolted down the hall. I rushed into the lobby and
saw my family just getting off the elevator. I glanced at the clock behind
the reservation desk. Holy cow, it had all happened in fifteen minutes, I
thought it had taken hours.

	We were all going to the boardwalk for the day; I was informed at
breakfast the following morning. I didn't want to go and for once my father
agreed to let me hang out on the beach. I rode down to the lobby with them
and waved good bye as they walked out the door.

	Slowly I turned and took quick steps to the arcade, would he be
there? No, the room was empty. I sat down at the race game and dropped in
my quarters. I had just finished the first series of curves when the hands
came down on my shoulders.

	"Hello again," I heard him say." Are you ready to play the game
today?"

	I just knew this was going to be the best vacation of my life.