Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2008 14:14:56 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek Subject: A Week of Boys (1) Following is a work of fiction depicting sexual activity between an adult male, and underage boys. If this form of fiction is not acceptable to you or in your area, please move on. Comments are always welcome at the email below. (1) For obvious reasons, I will not disclose the actual local wherein this most stunning week of my life so far occurred. Suffice it to say that the entire event, or more to the point events, occurred as a tremendous result of pure luck. So much luck in fact that I probably should have been out purchasing a fist-full of lottery tickets that day rather than being in pursuit of my lustful pastime surfing the world wide web, and frittering away my time in various boy love chat rooms. That being said, the truth is that I am reasonably certain that even had my lucky day bestowed me with the winning lotto ticket, I would happily have traded it for the far more rewarding experience that fell into my lap on that star-crossed day. I had been online for several hours, and had just about decided to log off the boy love chat I was in when suddenly a private message request popped up in the corner of my monitor screen. I replied, and over the course of the next few minutes the greatest opportunity of a lifetime came my way. The originator of the private message request turned out to be a kindred soul on the issue of young boy love, and after we had chatted at length about our mutual interest in, and desire for young boys, he informed me that he could, were I interested, hook me up with a very low key and highly discreet service that for a rather healthy fee would provide me with five star resort style accommodations, and, a twelve to fifteen year old boy per day, for five days. The boys, he made it abundantly clear, were available and willing to participate in any and all sexual situations of my choosing. My initial reaction was of course that it was some sort of hoax, or that the guy was some kind of cop seeking to entrap me in some sort of sting operation, but my prurient interests were sufficiently aroused that I provided him my least accurate and untraceable email address, and he in turn sent me the particulars regarding what claimed to be a highly discreet and secretive service billing itself as "International Boys Weekly." An anonymous enough name I suppose, and it wasn't like they did any actually solicitation for customers given that their only avenue to prospective clients apparently was word of mouth referrals from previously satisfied customers. I spent a good deal of time perusing the documentation my chat friend had forwarded, and in the end I felt comfortable enough to make contact with them, and ultimately a reservation. In the interest of time and space I will forgo the very involved and clandestine arrangements that evolved which ultimately delivered me to their very luxurious resort-like property, but trust me when I say it left me feeling as though I had stepped real-time into a Tom Clancy novel. As I stepped off the private jet with it's blacked out portholes to greet my host, it was all I could do not to announce myself as "Bond...James Bond." Like me, the gentleman who greeted my arrival was around forty years of age, and very coifed and distinguished looking in spite of his traditional resort style of dress, some neatly pressed cargo shorts, and a vibrantly colored Hawaiian shirt. Per my pre-flight instructions, I was dressed in similar fashion, and again as instructed I had packed extremely light, bringing only another couple of pairs of shorts, and fresh shirts along with underwear, and socks. All toiletries would be provided, I was informed, and any other needs could likely be met at the well stocked department type store within the compound. My host escorted me to a shiny new golf cart, and then motored us through a wide expanse of beautifully landscaped grounds toward a large hotel style building. As we passed the huge swimming pool area I noted the well furnished deck area, and the steaming hot tub and enclosed sauna room that surrounded the giant sized swimming pool, and, with a wide and I suppose wicked grin I noted the veritable bevy of smooth and very tanned young boys that dotted the landscape in number too large to count. All of them, I happily noted, were wearing minisule Speedo style swim suits, the shiny little garments clinging deliciously to their tiny apple shaped asses, and bulging with promise at the front. Their sleek skin glistened in the bright sunlight, and their playful pool side antics were the very definition of young boys happy at play. The pool side scene I was observing should have been their entire advertising brochure, I thought, a picture that very definitely be the only deal maker any prospective client would ever need. I felt a definite pang of regret when our golf cart had past the pool area and I could no longer view the gorgeous boys, but the knowledge that over the course of the ensuing five days and nights I would be enjoying carnal knowledge of five of them consoled me well enough. Less than an hour hence, I was fully settled into my suite, and seated on the expansive veranda of it, sipping a delicious tropical drink as I slowly perused the thick catalogue of the available resort "partners." My heart raced, and my cock throbbed in erection as I carefully studied the profiles of some twenty-five young boys, each a stunning beauty in his own right. The documents described each lad in minute detail, and there was an array of photographs ranging from fully attired in quite dressy clothing to the breath-taking poses in the miniscule Speedos I had seen at the pool, or equally stunning little briefs, and even the odd thong, or tiny pouch that struggled to contain their bulging boyhood treasures. The pictures alone were sufficient to have my aching manhood oozing precum into my briefs, but the brief but oh-so-telling bio of each tasty lad was very nearly enough to bring about a full-on orgasm. Although just a brief paragraph or two was offered for each boy, the no-nonsense detail it provided regarding the boys sexual expertise and preferences was absolutely mouth watering, and it seemed that in spite of their tender ages these boys were abundantly clear on the matter of amour, and, that their limits were few indeed. This, I decided, was going to be the absolute greatest week of my life, and I suddenly lost all concern regarding the nearly kings ransom the experience had cost me. Over a second drink I struggled mightily to reduce my choices to a selection of two finalists to be my "Monday" boy, and, as I drained the glass, I forced myself into decision by reminding myself that even the least attractive of the lot was very nearly perfect. Setting my empty glass down on the table, I sighed, and picked up the photo of the blond little darling called "Bobby," and then picked up the phone. I advised the concierge desk of my desire to meet Bobby, suggesting that he and I might breakfast in my suite, and was informed that the boy would arrive at my suite at 8:00 am the following morning, and I was wished a pleasant evening as the line disconnected. I gathered up the photos of Bobby, and his bio sheet, and went to refill my glass. I settled onto the expansive leather sofa in the living room, and studied each delicious detail of my new young friend's interests, and his mouth watering photo's. Bobby's bio told me that he was thirteen years of age, and that he had a fondness for being cuddled, and touched, even kissing was listed among his favorite activities. He also, it seemed, very much enjoyed being naked, and having his boyhood stroked and teased, and of course sucked. While at his tender age he had not yet experienced a great deal of anal play, he was very much intrigued by the experiences he had the older boys talk about, and he was quite curious to learn what that form of sex might be like. I smiled, and adjusted my erection as I carefully lay Bobby's file on the sofa table, and stood, thinking that a shower and a good nights sleep would definitely be in order, seeing as how tomorrow promised to be a highly energetic, and wondrous day filled with great adventure. As I showered, images of the delectable Bobby swam through my mind, and I savored his innocent look, so sweetly boyish he actually bordered on prettiness. His longish styled hair was as blond as summer corn, and it covered his ears at the sides, and strings of errant bangs wandered over his forehead. His face was oval, and his eyes were as blue as a cloudless morning sky with tufts of blond eyebrows, and girlishly long and curly lashes. His smile was dazzling, with even rows of small white teeth on display, and his creamy cheeks displayed tiny caves of dimples as he grinned. His small nose was pixy-like, and dotted here and there with tiny freckles, the curse of true blonds everywhere, and his small chin ended in kind of a pointy shape. His body was slender, petite even, and his bio had him listed as being five-two, and ninety-five pounds. The photo of him in his little Speedo offered the promise of an ample bulge of boyhood at the front, and the taut garment clung snugly to a very saucily shaped tiny mound at the rear, and I chuckled at recalling the boy's budding curiosity regarding that portion of his anatomy, and I vowed then and there to do my level best to educate the little cutie to whatever level he desired. Sated by the hot shower, and relaxed by the alcohol I had consumed, I slid naked into the incredibly smooth and cool sheets of my bed, and quickly settled into a deep and restful sleep. I'm certain I barely stirred in my sleep, and I awoke about 7:00 a.m. feeling fresh and eager for my Monday Boy Bobby to arrive. I got up, and completed my morning routine and had another shower, and then dressed in fresh briefs, a pair of shorts, and a pull over shirt. I called room service, and ordered a large pitcher of Orange juice and a pot of coffee, deciding to hold off ordering breakfast until Bobby was here to make his own selections. The room service kid was quick, and in a matter of minutes after placing my order, I sat nervously sipping at the delicious fresh coffee as I awaited the boy. When at last a timid knocking sounded at the door, I all but jumped off the sofa and ran to answer. Reaching the door I paused, and sucked in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it slowly as I struggled to control my abject excitement, and yes, nervousness. As a quiet calm settled over me, I reached for the door knob, and pulled it open. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes settled on the stunning young boy that smiled up at me from the open doorway, and for the briefest of moments I found myself utterly speechless as my gaze fluttered over him head to toe. If anything, the boy was even more breathtaking in person than his beautiful photo portfolio had indicated. His very blonde and longish hair surrounded his cherubic young face, and his sky-blue eyes shown brightly as he stood there smiling at me. He was dressed in pale blue tee shirt that was actually more of a half-shirt, the hem of the soft looking material being cropped an inch or so above the tiny cave of his navel. A fair expanse of his smooth flat tummy was exposed and I registered the golden tan shade of his silky skin. He wore simple gym type shorts with an elastic waist and no fly, and the small garment clung to his narrow waist and hips nicely, so much more appealing than the more commonly favored "baggy" style most boys back home wore, and I let my hungry gaze drift over the hint of bulges behind the soft cloth before drifting lower to appreciate his thin and apparently hairless legs that ended in open sandals. I inhaled another deep breath as I struggled to stop leering at him, and then found my voice as I greeted him warmly, and stepped back, inviting him inside. He moved forward, and extended his delicate hand toward me, and I almost groaned aloud when I clasped his tender hand in my own and shook it. I closed the door, inviting the boy to have a seat, and as I followed his advance toward the sofa, I let my eyes appreciate the enticing swell of his small tight boy-butt as it rotated sweetly behind the snug shorts. He settled himself onto the expansive leather sectional, and the sheer vastness of the furniture actually made him appear even younger, and more petite than he was, and I felt a serious stirring deep in my balls as I stood and stared at his incredible youth, and beauty. He smiled shyly, and when I noticed his eyes flicker over the large pitcher of juice, I moved to fill a glass and handed it to him. I refilled my coffee, and then settled in along side the boy, and we engaged in small talk, both of us showing a degree of nervousness, well, nervous on my part for sure, Bobby might have actually been showing more shyness which only served to further endear the little cutie to me. Over a second glass of OJ for Bobby and another cup of coffee for me the initial tension seemed to dissipate, and we became easier with each other, and the much more relaxed vibe between us was palatable. We finally even got around to ordering some food, and Bobby, considering his slimness, put away a breakfast any adult man would be proud of. The food seemed to energize the boy, and he talked animatedly as he ate, telling me bit and pieces of his life at the compound, his school work, and even about his favorite movie and television tastes, and the sports stars he admired. By the end of the sumptuous meal I was smitten, and feeling a genuine affection for the incredibly cute and bright young boy, even surprising myself some with my feelings toward him beyond the scalding lust I had been centered on when I first laid eyes on him. However, that lust had by no means diminished with my growing likeability of Bobby, and, after letting some time pass to settle our food, I got up and moved over to the sofa when Bobby excused himself to go pee. As he returned to the living room area of the suite I smiled warmly at him, and beckoned to him, and he walked over to where I was sitting. I sat forward a little, and reached up to gently run my fingers over the soft and flawless skin of his sweet face, my fingertips just lightly tracing his facial features. His buttery skin had obviously not yet been violated my any sort of razor, nor was there anything to indicate that the need would be arising anytime soon. I let my fingers slide through his soft blond hair, and told him how very handsome I thought he was, and he smiled sweetly, but offered no comment. I trailed my fingers along his rib cage over his shirt, and then dragged them horizontally across his bare tummy, the warmth and creaminess of his skin searing my fingers, and Bobby gasped slightly, and sucked in his stomach. I winked at him, and then dipped my index finger into his tiny navel, and he giggled sweetly. Feeling bold, and with my lust quickly building, I lightly ran my handover the front of his little shorts, and I definitely felt the quickly firming evidence of his boyhood as I let my fingertips press gently against the swollen tube for a second or two as Bobby shuddered softly. Returning my fingers to the hem of his shirt, I gripped it, and leaned forward to lift it up over his head as Bobby raised his thin arms to allow me to remove is shirt. I dropped it to the floor, and sat back a bit to survey his upper body, and my heart rate advanced as I savored his lean perfection. Tanned like a lightly toasted marshmallow, his creamy skin practically glowed, and the twin dots of his dime-sized little nipples were dark by contrast. His narrow chest was completely devoid of the slightest trace of hair, and his ribs were discernible beneath his alabaster skin. There was the faintest narrow shadow below his tiny navel that doubtless would eventually become a sexy little treasure trail, but that day was still a good way off. I raised both arms to his shoulders, and then laid my hands flat on his upper chest, relishing the silky skin and the developing musculature below as I slowly slid my palms around and again told him how very beautiful, and sexy he was. He shuddered again, stronger this time, as I flicked at his tiny nipples with my fingers, and he moaned softly as I carefully pinched each little nub between finger and thumb, and then rubbed them with circular movements. My cock throbbed mightily in the confines of my shorts, and as I continued my downward trek over his torso, I smiled broadly when my eyes settled on the severe tent at the front of his shorts. Bobby was as hard as I was, and the tent pole that jutted out his shorts was impressive indeed for such a compactly built boy. Trailing my fingers sideways just above the elastic of his shorts, I teased him, and he rocked back and forth on his feet, sighing in pleasure as I continued to stimulate him in a slow way. I looked into his gorgeous blue eyes, and then asked him to raise his arms, and fold his hands on top of his head, and he immediately complied, those stunning eyes fixed on my own. His sweet face was slightly flushed now, a pinkness painting his smooth cheeks, and I nearly drooled as my gaze settled on his creamy underarms. There was a smattering of very fine hairs in each little alcove, and the soft and creamy skin there was simply irresistible to me, and I leaned into him, and licked him under his left arm first, and then the right. Bobby shuddered again, and he twisted his lean torso in an effort to maximize contact with my lapping tongue, and as I pulled away, I told him how delicious he tasted, and smelled. He blushed slightly, adding color to the already present flush of his face, and his pink little tongue slid out to pass over his full lips. I leaned into him again, and swiped my tongue over the satiny skin of his tummy, and then dipped into his navel, and he giggled softly, apparently a ticklish spot. I ran my tongue sideways at the elastic band, and moved my hands down to stroke his inner thighs, moving my fingers up and down, and up under the hems of his shorts. His upper thighs were warm to the touch where his shorts had covered the skin, and I pushed up under them as far as I could, and I groaned as my fingertips encountered the firm lump of his young balls. Bobby reflexively spread his legs wider as my fingers explored his plump little pouch, and I glanced up at him questioningly as my brain registered that the warm lump was contained in what I deduced as some sort of satin, or silk. Bobby blushed some more, and gave me a wicked little grin as he briefly nodded his head as if in affirmation of my suspicion. Unable to resist, I quickly withdrew my hands, and reached for the elastic of his shorts. I gripped the taut band, and pulled it forward to clear the obvious erection he had there, and then worked the shorts down his thighs, and past his knees, letting them puddle at his feet. Sitting back slightly, I stared hungrily at his center, my mouth flooding with saliva as I digested the incredibly arousing sight before me. Bobby had on a stark white brief, very nearly a panty, but slightly more masculine cut than a girl's panty would be. Sheer very nearly to the point of transparency, the filmy garment was cut very high at each hip, with a bulging pouch at the front that strained to contain his rigid erection, and the impressive lump of his balls, and the definition of his penis was highly visible, while at the same time shrouded in the shadowy cloth. It was indeed either silk, or a fine quality satin, and the gauzy material left no doubt whatever that my Monday Boy Bobby was circumcised, the well shaped crown of his penis being deftly in relief where it strained against the gauzy material. I rolled my eyes up to meet his, and I slowly shook my head in the wonder of it all, and Bobby blushed prettily. My gaze returned to his straining boyhood, and I moved my hands to his narrow waist, and then behind him to grip the firm mounds of his tight little apple-ass as I moved my face forward, and closed my drooling mouth over his rigid erection. Bobby groaned, his fingers suddenly threaded into my hair as he rocked back and forth on his feet. I ran my tongue over the silky cloth, and pressed it firmly onto the knob of his penis, and he pulled my head firmly against his groin. The boyish scent of him flooded my senses, and I trailed my tongue down the length of his boyhood, and then lapped at his balls, finally managing to capture the ample lump in my mouth. Bobby rocked, and made soft mewing sounds as I licked at sucked at his sexy little undies until the whole of the front of it was soaked with my saliva, and therefore all the more transparent, actually to the point that he very nearly appeared naked rather than clothed. Lost now in overwhelming lust for this incredible boy, I pulled back from him, and quickly yanked those hot little panties to his ankles in one swift go. Bobby grunted, and rocked up on his toes, his rigid four inches spring free to slap loudly against his flat little tummy. I could hardly believe the sight that presented scant inches from my drooling mouth, Bobby's nearly sculpted erection bouncing with his pulse while his surprisingly heavy scrotum dangled below. There was a scant smattering of silky pubic hairs scattered at the base of his penis, so blonde as to be nearly invisible, and the crinkly sac surrounding his balls appeared completely hairless. The fresh aroma of him was making me dizzy with lust, and, unable to contain myself another second, I pulled him toward me, and swiftly bent my head to engulf that perfectly beautiful young penis inside my mouth. Bobby gasped loudly, his surprisingly strong fingers clamping down on my bobbing head as I sucked him, and brought a hand up between his splayed thighs to fondle his plump sac and the ample nuggets it held. I kneaded the firm little mounds of his ass, and trailed my finger into the warm crease that divided them, my drooling mouth gliding over his pulsing erection as Bobby worked his hips back and forth to match my bobbing head. His young balls were surprisingly heavy in my hand, and after long minutes of slavering his perfect boyhood, I withdrew to drop down to lick and suck them while Bobby panted above me, the room filled with my nearly obscene slurping noises and his soft groans of pleasure. On it went, although for far too short a time, and Bobby suddenly rocked up onto his toes. His tight little butt bucked in my grip as he thrust back and forth, and I finally located his tiny little pucker, and inserted my finger into his butter-soft canal. Bobby let out a loud grunt, and a hissing sound as I located and stroked his hard little prostate as I feverishly sucked at his throbbing penis, and finally Bobby hit the wall. He grunted again, and drove his slim hips strongly forward, and I felt his penis spasm in my mouth, and then erupt. Several strong jets of the creamiest and sweetest fluid I had ever tasted spurted rapidly over my tongue, and I felt it spasm several times in rapid succession. I savored the warm fluid that filled my mouth, and then released his wilting boyhood, and then looked up at the very flushed boy. He stared back at me, slightly glassy-eyed, and I opened my mouth then, letting him see his creamy offering, and as he smiled broadly, I swallowed the entire discharge in one go. Licking my lips, and making loud smacking noises with my mouth, I chuckled, and then pulled Bobby forward so that he tumbled onto my lap, and I lay out across the wide sofa, holding the naked little cutie tight against me as we rested.