Date: Thu, 3 Sep 2009 12:52:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Select Few Boys

A Select Few Boys
By
Storyguy22


   Without doubt my opinion on the issue is heavily biased by my inherent
love of young boys, but that said, it had long been my belief that there
were a select few boys out there that secretly harbored a strong desire to
have a sexual experience with an adult male.

   There were a number of things that drew me to that position, many of
them a form of wishful thinking I admit. But the fact remained that there
had simply been far too great a number of telling experiences, far too many
real-time encounters with certain teen boys that had occurred in my life to
simply blindly ignore the sense of sexual interest I had experienced with
far more than just a small number of boys.

   Take for example an occurrence that evolved more or less out of a clear
blue sky back around the time I had just began to recognize that a large
percentage of teen boys were possessed of a deep curiosity regarding all
things sexual, and that in many cases that burning curiosity was constantly
thwarted by one social taboo or another which brought about a deep seated
sense of frustration. While it is probably true that the vast majority of
young boys sexual desires run to the heterosexual, it is also true that
most of these horny young lads were completely lacking the necessary
confidence and self esteem to actively pursue any sort of sexual
aggressiveness with the fair sex.

   Think about it if you will, I mean, most young boys have zero idea of
how to relate to the female species of their peer group, awkward even in
trying to talk to girls, much less make any sort of sexual overture toward
one. A large part of that lack of confidence stems from a lack of any
genuine knowledge with regard to how the female sexual organs are made up,
much less how they might function, save for some sanitary text book
diagrams, or the furtively scanned men's magazine photos. The very idea
that this inbred ineptitude might manifest itself during a heated encounter
with some willing lass is mortifying to most young boys, the mere chance
that they would somehow bungle the opportunity to explore a real live
female anatomy sending cold chills of fear and humiliation up and down
their spines. After all, they told themselves, all girls talked too much,
and surely they would have no hesitation to share the grueling details of
some bumbling boy's attempts at seduction with hell, and half of
Georgia. To many young boys, especially those in that most desirable age
group of twelve to fifteen, the very idea of their highly fragile personas
being held up to vast public ridicule was simply unthinkable, and to be
avoided at all cost.

   Thus it had become my personal theory that all that pent-up sexual
tension would quite naturally channel itself in another direction entirely,
at least in a fair number of young boys. That other direction it seemed, to
my way of thinking at least, would quite logically manifest itself in a
budding interest in other males, both of their own age group, and quite
possibly including older males. Now it is quite likely that this transition
of sexual interest would emerge slowly, with a below-the-radar subtlety
that might not even be noticed early on as the percentage of boys under
discussion here begin to understand that since they themselves are
possessed of male gentiles, they already have a certain expertise with
regard to how that external plumbing functions, and more specifically, a
clear understanding of what feels good, and what feels absolutely wonderful
when it comes to stimulation of those highly sensitive parts. The rub of
course, if you will forgive me the horrible pun, is the fear that is nearly
equal to the fear that stops them from being more aggressive toward the
fair sex; to wit, the fear of being publicly being labeled a "fag" should
they choose the wrong buddy to make sexual overtures toward.

   Thus is the wide sweeping conundrum of young teen boys, at least in my
own pet theory, and it is, I believe, a heavy hitter among the motivating
factors that ultimately pushes a certain percentage, that select few,
toward sexual exploration with older males.

   Put yourself for the moment in the place of a thirteen or fourteen year
old boy. Your hormones are raging, and you actually spend time pondering
whether you are sprouting more acne or erections, and you finally decide
that it is about a toss up as both are seemingly an hourly event, at
least. Your every waking moment seems filled with nothing but thoughts of
things sexual, and even your dreams are filled with the stuff, and you
promise yourself constantly that you will stop jerking off so much before
you either injure your rampant penis, or simply expend your lifetime supply
of the creamy discharge that jets from your rigid erection each time you
stroke it to that dazzling feeling of orgasm. And you actually try to keep
those self promises, even though it is abundantly clear that doing so is a
physical impossibility. And if that constant burning sensation that seems
to constantly emanate from your balls isn't enough to put lie to your self
promises, you find yourself constantly bombarded by media and conversation
that are literally dripping with overt sexuality, and you seem completely
incapable of shutting off the constant flow of images and thoughts that
flow through your mind as you ponder how a myriad of friends or
acquaintances might look naked, and how it might feel to be naked with him,
and touching each other everywhere.

   This obsession never seems to cease, it in fact seems to fester as your
imagined trysts take on higher and higher horizons, and one day you
suddenly become conscious of the recurring thought that wanders around your
feverish brain with increasing frequency; to wit, men. Why not, you
rationalize? After all, certain of the men's magazines you have jerked off
to contain fictional stories of man/boy sex, and even though it causes you
a degree of unease, you still find this literature exciting, and reading it
never fails to cause an erection, and the soon-to-follow forceful
ejaculation of your creamy nectar. And more than that, you have become
fully aware of the none-too-subtle glances, and stares that you receive
from certain men as you move about town, especially when you hang out at
the park. You may not have found the courage to respond to those obviously
interested, and in some cases flat out hungry looks that some of those men
that frequent the park toss your way as you pass by, or while you and the
guys are shooting hoops, especially if it is hot, and you are playing
shirtless, but you are definitely aware of them, and with each passing day
you move closer to finding the courage to exploit the men's interest in
some real way. After all, you tell yourself, he/they want the same things
that you so desperately long for, and it stands to reason that a grown man
would know what he was doing, and could easily show you all of the amazing
things you want so desperately to experience, and besides, a grown man is
hardly likely to tell anyone of your shared exploits, right?

   Okay then, hopefully the forgoing walk in a boy's shoes has given you
some celerity around this theory of mine with regard to that select few
young boys I refer to. I believe it to be a sound theory, well thought out,
and seriously considered. All that remained now was to put the theory to
test in the real world. To that end, I gave serious consideration to which
venues might best lend themselves to putting my theory to the test, and my
first choice was to take in a baseball game at our local A-ball affiliate's
ball yard.

   I had been to the park many times, baseball being among my favorite
pastimes, and I was fully aware that the place was generally crawling with
young cuties at every home stand. Not only was there an abundance of
eye-candy roaming around, but the generally long lines at the food vendors
allowed for ample "accidental" brushing against some nubile young boys,
and, the best of all were the men's rooms where in an apparent cost-saving
effort of construction there had been a complete elimination of modesty
panels between the veritable sea of urinals that were attached to the walls
of the cavernous rest room. I had lost track of the number of pretty young
penis' I had managed to view over the years as some young hottie presented
himself at my side to relieve himself, his rush to not miss too much of the
game overriding any sense of modesty as he openly dangled his delicious
young appendage for my viewing pleasure. The other inducement for me to
make the ball yard, and in particular the expansive men's facility, my
venue of choice was the fact that when an inning was in play there was
rarely much activity in the rest room, and my thinking was that were I in
any way successful in culling a likely playmate from the herd, it would
offer up a relatively safe location to put my plans into action, in
particular the numerous private stalls at the far end of the room.

   And so I arrived on game day, and located my seat in the lower reserved
section behind the home team dugout. On earlier visits to the yard I had
noticed that this section seemed most popular with my target group, their
hopes I suppose bent on securing a player autograph, or a foul ball. I
settled into my seat, and took a good look around, smiling as I found a
decent number of young cuties scattered about nearby. I took my time
checking them out, my eyes hidden behind dark glasses and after a time I
settled on one particular boy who definitely caught my fancy.

    He was with a small group seated a couple of rows below mine, and just
a few seats to my left, and as I let my gaze settle on him, I felt a
stirring in my balls. He was stunning, probably fourteen I decided, and an
air of youthful virility seemed to float around him. I could see his sandy
colored hair bunched up under his ball cap, and a few arrant strands leaked
over his forehead like soft bangs, and even from this distance I could
detect the healthy glow of his smooth face, and his brilliant smile as he
joked around with his buddies. He was of average height and build for his
tender age, probably around five-six or seven, and maybe a hundred twenty
pounds. He was wearing those silky basketball style shorts in a bright red
shade, and a loose fitting tank top that exposed his smooth shoulders, and
just developing arms. When he leaned just right the top sagged away enough
to give me quick glances of a satin smooth chest, and even the brief flash
of small, dark nipples, and my cock stirred some more as I watched him.

   The game got under way, and I spent the next hour or so dividing my
attention between the field of play and my boy, and about half way into the
third inning, I saw him stand up, and then walk off in the direction of the
food area, so I rose, and followed him. He ended up in a fairly long line
of people who apparently shared his craving for one of the famous ball park
hot dogs, and as I moved in behind him on the line my sordid mind wandered
to imagining my slobbering over the tasty boy-dog that doubtless lounged
between his smooth, tanned thighs. I moved in close behind him and inhaled
deeply, the unmistakable scent of young and virile boy washing over my
senses, and I let my gaze settle on the firm roundness of his pretty little
butt. Some small children pushed in behind me, and I seized the opportunity
to jostle forward and "accidentally" bump into my boy.  Acting startled, I
gripped his smooth bare shoulders and the silky-smooth texture of his warm
skin caused a jolting in my balls. Still touching him, I muttered an
apology as I said something about the kids behind me pushing me, and he
turned toward me with a dazzling smile as he mumbled something about it not
being a problem.

   That small "accident" opened the door to further chatting as we slowly
advanced along the line, and after finally getting our dogs, we walked
together to the condiment table where we doctored up our snack with the
array of goodies. That accomplished, he moved over to one of the stand-up
pub tables nearby, and so I followed him. Eating the hot dogs, we chatted
about the game, and the teams, and I took every opportunity to lick the
length of my hot dog as I subtly dropped my eyes to the none-to-subtle
bulge that lurked behind his silky shorts. I wanted to believe that he was
picking up on my not too subtle signals, and while I spotted a few
hopefully positive reactions from the boy, it might have just been wishful
thinking on my part.

   He finished his dog, and balled the messy wrapper up; tossing it into a
nearby trash can as he fixed his beautiful blue eyes on mine. I let my gaze
drop in an obvious way to once more scope out the impressive bulge of
boyhood in his shorts, and when I lifted my eyes back to his, he gave a
small smirk, and told me he was needing a pee break before returning to his
seat. I nodded, giving him a knowing look, and as he moved off toward the
men's room, I simply followed along.

   Entering the rest room, I did a quick recon of the huge space, and was
pleased to find the entire space empty. The boy walked up to a row of
urinals, and squared himself in front of one near the center of a long row,
and as he fumbled around the front of his shorts I moved in along side of
him, and stood there, looking down at his shorts. He paused, a moment of
uncertainty stopping him as he hooked his fingers in the elastic band of
the shorts. He looked at me for a long moment, and then the little smirk
crossed his sweet face again as he quickly tugged the front of the shorts
down, freeing a nice plump boy cock and an impressive pouch of heavy
balls. I watched a flush of pink flood his soft cheeks, and then I let my
eyes fall to that delicious looking young cock, and he made a small
grunting sound as his boyhood rapidly swelled to erection, the rigid stalk
jutting nearly straight out from his flat abdomen. A thin swatch of soft
blonde pubic hair nested at the base of his cock, and I noted that his
plump scrotum was a vivid pink shade, and totally hairless.

   If his intention had actually been to pee, the very stiff erection was
precluding any possiblility of it happening now, and so I took the
opportunity to compliment his ample appendage, and to at the same time
offer to "help" him out with his obvious dilemma. His blush intensified,
and he flexed his erection causing the beauty to bounce up and down a bit,
and I felt the saliva flood into my mouth. He rolled those baby blues in my
direction, his expression a mix of desire and fear as he considered my
proposal for a moment. His blonde eyebrows formed an arch of question, and
he sucked in a deep breath as he muttered the single word, "where." I
smiled, and licked my lips as I took another blatant look at his beautiful
boyhood, and then jerked my head in a "follow me" gesture as I moved off
toward the stalls at the rear of the room.

   Choosing the last stall near the wall, I walked inside and turned back
toward the boy just as he entered the stall. He had restored the shorts to
a normal position, and the large tent of his erection poking at the silky
material was nearly as enticing as seeing his naked boyhood had been. I was
pleased to see a large wet spot at the rounded knob of his treasure, and my
taste buds ached with anticipation of tasting his ample precum and then
finally the eruption of that sweet and creamy boy-honey that I was certain
he would produce in quantity given his obvious excitement. I pushed the
stall door closed behind him, and latched it as my free hand went to grasp
his rigid erection, and he let out a small groan as I squeezed the rock
hard shaft with my fingers. Damn, he was as hard as a steel rod, and the
rigid shaft pulsed in my grip as I slowly stroked him back and forth. It
never fails to amaze me how incredibly hard young boys get when they are
all worked up, and my lust rapidly boiled over as I yanked the shorts off
him along with the hot little briefs he had on under them, and the whole
ensemble was quickly pooled at his feet while that delicious morsel of
young male pulsed off his groin.

   I gripped it again, and moved my hand over his length as the silky skin
glided over the rigid stalk it covered, and I passed my thumb over his plum
shaped head, reveling in the copious flow of slick juices I found
there. Using my free hand, I cupped his dangling sack, my fingers probing
at his oval shaped eggs as he groaned again, his narrow hips bucking to
match my stroking hand. Pulling on his dick, I urged him to climb up onto
the closed toilet lid so that anyone wandering by would see only one pair
of feet under the stall partitions, and he quickly complied, hopping up to
stand atop the stool with his shapely and smooth legs parted widely as his
incredible boy dick bounced around and his hairless scrotum dangled between
his tanned thighs. God, he was beautiful, a perfect specimen of young teen
boy, and I was again amazed at the steady flow of clear juices that oozed
from the tiny slit of his cock head. I glanced up at him, and winked at him
as he gave me a weak smile, his high state of excitement clearly
telegraphed by his pretty blue eyes, and I held his gaze as I leaned in and
swiped my tongue over that purple hued knob, a large dollop of his tasty
precum coating my tongue tip as my taste buds exploded in joy.

   He groaned again, his hands reaching for the stall walls to steady him
as he watched me intently. I licked over his leaking knob again, and then
captured the purple hued helmet between my lips and sucked it firmly as he
groaned some more, his small butt pushing forward as he tried to force more
of his delicious young meat into my drooling mouth. I put my hand on his
soft tummy to stop his thrusting , and I sucked his knob some more,
savoring the tart taste of his precum while my hand went to fondle those
pretty balls some more. Slowly, I took more of that rigid boyhood into my
mouth as I rolled and tugged his tender eggs, and I kept going down until
my nose was tickled by his sparse pubic patch of soft hairs. I pulled back
then, dragging my tongue along the sensitive underside of his rigid stalk,
and when I reached the knob I tongue washed it over and over before once
more taking him deep, my fingers still busy with his balls.

  Up and down I went, finding a rhythm, and his tight little butt bucked
against me as I sucked the delicious young cock. His precum continued, and
I used my free hand to reach around and cup and squeeze the firm mounds of
his pretty little ass as I continued my relentless oral assault on his
pulsing cock. I lost all track of time, and it could have been anywhere
from two minutes to two hours when I felt his young cock swell even further
in my sucking mouth, and his hip bucking increased. He was getting really
close, I realized, and I didn't want to lose a drop of his creamy nectar,
so I pulled away slightly, making space in my mouth to capture the powerful
eruption I knew was impending, and I wrapped the base of his cock with
finger and thumb, stroking him in sync with my sucking, and I felt his cock
throb in my mouth as he let out a deep growl and exploded. A strong burst
of his semen spewed forth and slid down my throat before I could react, but
it didn't matter as he continued to pump forth jet after jet of warm
slippery cum as I tugged on his dangling pouch and sucked his erupting
young cock until he was drained completely and his erection began to wilt
in my mouth. He had gripped my head in his hands as his orgasm washed over
him, and he tugged at me now, suddenly finding my continued suckling overly
sensitive, so I let his softening penis slip from my lips as I rolled his
copious load around my mouth, the tart/sweet taste far better than any ice
cream I had ever ingested. Looking up at the panting boy, I opened my mouth
so he could clearly see his ample discharge covering my tongue, and then I
made a big show of swallowing it, and licking my lips. He grinned widely, a
sweet, soft giggle escaping him as I gently lifted his now soft and small
boyhood in my fingers, and bent down to give it a kiss before letting it go
as I stood straight, and planted a small kiss on his soft and sweaty
cheek. I licked his small ear, and whispered to him how delicious he
tasted, and then I backed away, and reached to pick up his clothes. I
handed him his shorts, and then winked once more before I turned, and left
the stall.

   As I stood at a sink washing my face the boy scooted past me without so
much as a glance my way as he hurried out of the restroom, and I smiled at
my reflection in the mirror over the sink. I extended my tongue and
relished the faint white coating of his tasty cream that remained there,
and then I dried off, and went back to my seat. I settled in, and then
chanced a gander toward the group of young boys that included my recent
conquest, and I just smiled to myself as I watched him lean close to a
buddy as he spoke in his ear while his head nodded in my general direction,
and his friend took a quick look in my direction as a broad grin crossed
his cute face.

    As subtly as possible I gave a short nod of my head, and a smile that I
hoped would affirm the story my boy had doubtless related, and I dared to
hope that perhaps this next young cutie would also get up and go in search
of a way to enhance his ball park experience. After all, I reasoned, there
definitely are a select few boys out there who share our proclivities,
right?

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