Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2005 14:11:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer Sabbatical (Part Two)

The river path led us back onto the grounds of the resort, and Chris
indicated that he wanted me to come with him to meet his Grandmother, and
also to get the fish into the refrigerator, so I followed his cute little
Levi clad butt to the main house on the grounds, my heart filled with
thoughts less than pure!.

Inside the house, we encountered Grandma in the kitchen, and Chris made the
introductions. I had previously met Grandpa, when I registered, and he
seemed a friendly sort, as did his wife, as we chatted. She made a
Grandmotherly fuss over Chris's catch, and he kindly shared the credit with
me, embellishing my fishing skills a bit in the telling. The upshot of the
friendly encounter was that I received a dinner invitation for that
evening, oven roasted stuffed trout, of course, and accepted
happily. Anything that extended my time spent with Chris was rapidly
becoming a priority for me. We agreed on a time, and I excused myself to
head to my cabin to shower, and change.

Chris walked outside with me, and once outside, I paused, and turned to
face him, expressing my thanks once again for a great day, and he very much
surprised me when he suddenly pressed up against me, and hugged me,
grinning widely, and said, "It was total awesome, Rick....and I wanna do
more...uh...again, I mean." And the blush I was beginning to love coated
his creamy cheeks again. Sliding my arms around his lean body, I hugged him
back, and shuddered at feeling his very erect boyhood pressing against my
upper thigh! I added just the slightest bit of back pressure from my leg,
letting him I know that I felt him, and liked it plenty, then pulled back
and smiled into his seriously blushing face, and said, "Awesome may not be
a strong enough word, Champ.....and....I definitely want to do
more....uh...again, I mean....too!" He giggled, and rapidly nodded his
head, then pulled away, saying, "Cool....for sure....so.....see ya at
dinner!" And he was gone, leaving me standing there adjusting my own
swollen cock in my jeans.

Back inside my temporary slice of heaven, I stripped, and hit the shower,
my mind racing with the idea that further exploration of this encounter was
most definitely in order. Chris had been subtle, to be sure, yet at the
same time bold, pressing his hard boy nail into me like that. I decided the
move had been his way of telegraphing his wishes, and desires, and since my
own were most certainly in the very same vain, the matter certainly needed
to be pursued! My mind recalled the erotic sight of him standing in the
meadow earlier, cute boy meat in hand. I then recalled the delicious image
of his snug little butt that my eyes had feasted on a good part of the day
on the trail, followed by a very vivid recollection of the sensation of his
hard cock against my leg. It all got to be too much, and ended with me
pumping a serious load of cumm into the shower drain! Relieved for the
moment, I dried off, and dressed, fully aware that in spite of the intense
orgasm, I was feeling more horny than I had in some time!

I sipped at a beer, and awaited the appointed hour of my dinner invitation,
then snagged a bottle of good wine that I had, and headed out the door,
working to keep my raging hormones in check. Arriving at the house, I was
greeted by Chris's Grandpa, Tom, who was seated on the porch with a fresh
beer in his hand. After our hello's, he offered me one, and I accepted. He
went to the open door, and called out to Chris to bring out another beer,
that I had arrived. In a brief moment Chris bounded through the door, a
smile on his cute face, and a cool beer in his hand. "Hey!" He chirped, and
proffered his palm in a hi-five, which I returned, saying "Hey, yourself,
fisherman!" He giggled, and handed me the beer, then sat next to his
Grandpa on the porch bench. I settled my butt on the railing, and sipped at
the beer, my eyes roaming over Chris, and felt my heart flip in my
chest. He was wearing what appeared to be an old sport jersey, the sleeves
cut off at the shoulders, displaying his tanned, and toned, arms, and
looked to have also been cutoff at the mid-section, the hem ending just
below his small nipples, baring his soft, smooth, tummy skin. And
shorts....OMG...real shorts...snug of fit...elastic waist...maybe
mid-thigh, in length! No baggies here, I thought, and my eyes passed over
the slightly discernable bulge of his package, and I felt my mouth fill
with saliva!

We men-folk sipped our drinks, and talked fishing, until summoned to the
table. We moved inside, and I positioned myself to follow Chris, my eyes
locked onto his cute butt, nicely defined in the snug shorts! Screw the
dessert menu, I thought to myself, I'll have that, to go! Tom directed the
seating, and Chris and I ended up side by side, where I experienced great
difficulty in keeping my eyes off of him! On more than one maddening
occasion, the little imp let his bare lag contact mine, and keeping eye
contact with the Grandparents was a Herculean effort on my part!

The evening was pleasant, even fun, and the food was delicious! We talked a
lot of fly- fishing, and I learned that Tom had been the one to teach Chris
his skills with a rod, but sadly, due to a minor heart problem, he was no
longer able to make the hike to the better, upstream, fishing spots. Tom
expressed his delight in my presence as a fishing partner for Chris, since
he wasn't really fond of the boy venturing so far a field on is own. I
assured him that the pleasure of Chris's company was indeed a treat for me,
and that I appreciated his guide skills on an unfamiliar river. Throughout
this little exchange, Chris kept his firm leg pressed against my own. The
evening ended around 9:00 pm, and I said my thanks, and goodbyes, after
Chris and I had made a date for the following morning for more fishing.

Chris walked me out, and down the porch steps, until we were in the
shadows, a short distance from the house. Again, he abruptly leaned into
me, pressing his lithe, young body close, and shocked me, when he gripped
my hand, and moved it to his crotch, my palm encountering his very hard boy
meat once again. "Check it out, Dude...." He almost whispered, "I been this
way, like, all night!" I gripped the firm shaft, and rubbed its length
briefly, my eyes looking over his shoulder for any sign of
Tom. "Hmmm...nice...all I've been thinking about too, Champ!" The porch
flood light suddenly flared, and we both stepped back, jumping apart, eyes
going wide in alarm. Chris whirled, and looked at the house a minute, then
turned back to me, grinning widely. "What....?" I stammered, my heart
pounding in my chest, and with a giggle, he replied, "Automatic
timer...must be 9:30.....every night..!" I heaved a sigh of relief, then
grinned back at him, and reached out to pull him to me, letting my hand
wander briefly over his swollen crotch, and said, "Damn....we need to find
a way to fix this, Bud!" He nodded his cute head rapidly, and flexed his
slim hips forward, adding pressure against my grip, and answered, "Big
time, yea...for sure!"  Not wanting the added risk of the bright flood, I
released his boy meat, and stepped back. I ruffled his soft hair, and said
quietly, "Tomorrow, Chris....sleep well...!" He grinned again, and nodded,
then turned, and jogged back to the house, cute little butt in full motion!
As I turned toward my cabin, I already knew what my own dreams would
consist of this night!

It seemed that morning would never come. Finally, sunlight crawled around
the drapery, and I got up. I started the coffee, and complete my morning
ablutions, and dressed. I fixed some breakfast, drank the coffee, then
packed a light lunch and sodas for the trail. I filled my mug again, and
went out to sit on the deck, waiting for my fishing partner. He arrived a
short time later, all fresh, and grinning, and we headed up the trail to
the same beautiful pool we had started at yesterday. Leaving out lunch
chest at the meadow, we worked several good holes, moving upstream another
couple of miles, before once again limiting out on trout. Resting on some
streamside rocks, we chatted, and rehashed our good fortune with the
fishing Gods. He looked at me, and his cheeks colored up some, then he
grinned sheepishly, and croaked, "Hey, Rick....do ya like to do
skinny-dipping?" I perked right up, and replied, 'Naaaa.....why would I
want to be naked swimming with skinny dude like you?" He laughed, and said,
"It's not so much about the swimming, actually!" Nodding, I reached out to
drop my hand in his swollen crotch, gripping at his firm tool, and
answered, "Right...it's all about this, right?" he blushed, and nodded,
then said, softly, "Hope so.....yea!" I stood, and pulled him to his feet,
turned him downstream, and squeezed one firm little melon, telling him,
"Back to the swim hole, Champ, we got things to fix!"

(To Be Continued)
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