Date: Thu, 3 Jul 2008 13:07:17 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek Subject: Week of Boys (3) Monday and Bobby, cont'd: Lying naked in bed with an equally naked thirteen year old cutie-boi like Bobby was an incredible experience, and I simply could not stop touching him. He had rolled over onto his back, his soft blonde hair spread over the pillow behind his head, and I lightly stroked his angelic face with a fingertip, savoring his baby-soft skin. He watched me with those beautiful blue eyes, a cute little smile turning up the corners of his lush little mouth, and his chest rose and fell as he sighed contentedly, and said, "That's nice...I like you touching me." I smiled, and trailed my fingers down the side of his neck, and then across his chest. I fingered each of his tiny dark nipples, and watched the centers of them swell into stiff little points under the stimulation. He shuddered as I dropped my head and lapped each small nub with my tongue, and as I pulled away I told him, "I'm very happy about that, Bobby, because I can't seem to not touch you...you are a very good looking boy...actually pretty if that doesn't offend you." He giggled softly, but offered no comment, so I let it slide as I ran my hand down over his soft little tummy. God, his skin was so flawless, so utterly smooth and soft, I thought, and after circling his little navel I ran my hand down his inner thigh to the knee. I crossed over, and ran my fingers back up along the other thigh, and then carefully cupped his tight little scrotum. I fingered his small balls, and tugged gently at the hairless pouch, and Bobby made a low moaning noise. His boyhood was hard as a nail once again, and took a moment to admire its beauty. The shaft was narrow, and as smooth as glass, rising from his snow white groin, just slightly wider at its base than it was as it tapered into the flared head. The circumcised head was like a small mushroom, with a clearly defined crown, and the sweetest little slit I had ever imagined centered it perfectly. It was darker in tone than then the pale shaft, a touch of purple mingling with the darker skin, and as I studied it I felt my mouth drooling with a rush of saliva. I totally loved his taut scrotum, with its silky smooth skin, and the shape of it as it bulged with the weight and fullness of his young nuggets. I let go of his balls then, and reached for his sculpted penis, gripping the very base of it between my finger and thumb. I stroked it up and down, and Bobby made that moaning sound again as I swiped across the spongy head. Unable to resist, I leaned down and slide his boyhood into my mouth and sucked it gently, and Bobby arched his back, straining to push his rigid nail deeper into my mouth. I put my palm on his tummy, and pushed him back into the mattress as I bobbed my head up and down in a slow and steady rhythm, teasing and pleasing him without the intention of making him cum. His youthful excitement was rampant, and he began bucking his hips again, so I backed off his penis, and dipped down to lick, and then suck his tight balls. I took each orb in turn, carefully suctioning the tender nuggets as Bobby balled his fists, and pounded the mattress. After thoroughly wetting his pouch, I went back to his boy-nail, and slurped it with a touch more ardor than before, and in another couple of minutes I had him edged again, so I pulled away. I licked the soft warm skin of his tummy, and dipped into his little button, and he grabbed at my head with his hands as he struggled not to giggle as I tickled his sensitive spot. His erection was visibly pulsing with his excitement, and I knew, desire to cum, and I lifted my head and looked up at him. His face was flushed, and his brow was furrowed with tiny lines, and he just looked so damned sweet that I told him again, "You're so pretty Bobby...just so beautiful everywhere...beautiful and sexy!" His flush deepened a shade as he blushed, and his long eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and he managed to reply, "I'm a boy...boys aren't pretty...or beautiful...?" I smiled at him, still unable to stop myself from touching him everywhere as I replied, "Well Champ, I certainly agree that you are a boy...definitely...I guess what I mean is that I think that you are just a very beautiful...boy." He looked at me, a questioning expression on his...yes, pretty...face as he thought about what I had said. Suddenly recalling the full length mirror that was attached to the inside of the bathroom door, I sat up, and took Bobby's hand, pulling him up as I told him, "Come with me Bobby...maybe I can help you understand what I am trying to tell you..." He sat up, and then stood, and I led him into the bathroom, and then closed the door. I turned him to face the mirror, and I stood behind him, my hands on his shoulders. I watched his reflected face checking out his naked image, and I saw a small smile as his gaze settled on his bouncing erection, and his plump sac. His eyes flicked up to meet mine in the mirror, and I moved my hands around his lean frame to his chest. I stroked his satin skin again, pretty much repeating each thing I had done with him as we lay on the bed, and as I traced over each area of his body I softly whispered in his ear exactly what I thought made each part of him beautiful to me, his chest, his nipples, his tummy and it's little cave, and his inarguably beautiful erection, and balls. His responses came only in short little nods of his head, and I watched his eyes close as he rested his meager weight back into me as I gripped that beautiful boy-cock, and finally began working it in earnest, this time with every intention of bringing him to climax. He shuddered and cooed softly as I worked his rigid little nail, and that perfect little butt ground against my own throbbing erection, and after all that teasing and edging I had previously visited upon the boy it didn't take long to accomplish my goal. His hips bucked back and forth, and I relished the sensation of his firm little mounds working my cock, and as his orgasm hit him, he rocked up onto his toes, and let out a deep groaning sound. I felt his shaft spasm in my fist, and swell even harder, and then it erupted, several rapid jets of his creamy semen ejecting onto the mirror in numerous little pellets. "OHhh...oh gosh...wow...look at all my stuff...jeez!" he chirped. I continued to work him as his discharge died away, and his boyhood began to soften in my grip, and I bent down to kiss and lick the back of his neck as I told him what a big boy he was, and what a great job of cumming he had done. He was tickled by the trails of his ejaculate dribbling down the length of the mirror, and I had the definite sense that my Monday-boy most likely had discovered a new and fun way to jerk off and cum. At the same time my own attention had become centered on the pert little boy-butt that had been so saucily thrusting itself against my erection, and I dropped down to my knees behind the boy to get a better look at the object of my interest. Much like every part of Bobby, his firm little ass was a work of art, as sculpted in appearance as was his beautiful penis. Tight and firm, the twin mounds were small and perfectly rounded, with a warm crevice dividing the lovely mounds perfectly. I extended my tongue, and licked all over the delicious pillows of smooth flesh, and then dipped it into the warm crease, licking him there as I sought his little treasure. Bobby had suddenly lost interest in his semen trails on the mirror as he gasped loudly, and did a small bend at the waist, effectively pushing that perfect little butt out for me, and I took full advantage of the offer. I dug my tongue deeper into his tasty folds, and found his tiny pucker, and as I swiped over it with my tongue several times, Bobby groaned, and muttered, "Oh wow...gosh...oh man, that feels awesome!" I'm sure, I thought, and it tastes awesome too...so fresh and young, his clean flavor washed over my taste buds as I licked his most intimate place, savoring the tiny ring of muscle that guarded his core. Using my fingers, I spread his firm cheeks, and pulled back long enough to gaze hungrily at his pink little anus. Like most of the rest of Bobby there wasn't a hair in sight, instead only healthy pink skin, and the slightly darker little oval of his tight little entrance. Diving back in, I drove my tongue tip against the snug resistance, and added pressure until my tongue tip managed to penetrate his tight ring, and slide into his soft warmth a short ways. I flicked my tongue, savoring the amazing taste of him, and Bobby let out another long groan, and then croaked, "AWwwww man...oh yea...jeez yea...!" As I continued tonguing his tight little oval Bobby offered a non-stop cadence of soft little noises telling me he was really into my oral assault nearly as much as I was. Encouraged by his favorable reaction I kept at it until my knees began to smart from holding all my weight against the tile floor of the bathroom. Reluctantly, I pulled away from him, and got awkwardly to my feet causing Bobby to frantically wheel around as he wondered why I had stopped licking his tiny opening. In an instant I reached down and scooped him up, then turned, and set him down on the large vanity next to the sink. I lifted his thin legs, and placed his dainty feet flat on the vanity surface, then pulled his pretty little ass right up to the edge, then spread his bony knees widely. Yanking out the small bench that had been tucked under the vanity, I sat, and then dove face first between his splayed legs, resuming my lapping of his sweet spot. In a tribute to his youth, Bobby's pretty penis was once more rigid; his plump little balls bounced on my nose as I vigorously tongued his tiny wrinkle again and again. I began alternately licking and sucking his balls, and pulled his stiff boner forward as I slid it into my mouth and sucked it as well, and Bobby was thrashing all over the place, his fingers tugging at my hair as he whimpered repeatedly under the multiple stimulations. I spotted the small wicker basket beside the sink, and the small bottle of lotion that was among the complementary shampoo and conditioner, and I reached for it as I again gobbled his silky smooth scrotum. Managing to thumb the bottle open, I upended it, and drizzled the lotion over my fingers, and then began gently circling his little anus with my slick fingertip. Bobby huffed and panted, muttering little "oo's" and "ah's" as I probed his tiny pucker, and he let out a loud "wooshing" noise when I carefully pushed the oily finger past his snug ring, and eased it inside him. His anal muscle contracted instantly, clamping down firmly on my finger, and I reveled in the amazing tightness of him, and at the same time the buttery softness of his tight little rectum. His breathing was ragged and rapid as I worked my finger in and out of him, moving a bit deeper into him with each pass. I looked at him, and smiled at seeing the blissful expression on his sweet face, his eyes closed tightly and his lush red lips formed into an oval as he gave himself over to the new sensations he was experiencing. I squirted more lotion onto my finger, and settled into a steady in and out rhythm of fingering his gripping rectum, and when I located the hard little lump of his sweet spot, I pressed onto it firmly, and took his pulsing boyhood into my mouth again. He grunted each time I probed his gland, and his narrow hips pumped back and forth as I slobbered noisily over his rigid young cock, and it wasn't long at all before he thrust forward sharply, and sprayed yet another tasty offering of his creamy boy-honey over my tongue. I happily swallowed his somewhat meager offering, not a lot this time around to be sure, but then it was his third eruption in a relatively short period of time. As he drained, and began to kind of fold into himself as the orgasm waned, I released his now wilted boyhood from my mouth, and eased my finger from his tight little chute. I gazed at his stretched little wrinkle, and watched it flexing as it began to settle back to its normal tightness, and I was simply unable to stop myself from dipping my head to have one last lick. I stood then, my own erection jutting off my groin like a club, and Bobby's eyes locked onto it. I inched forward, and then pulled on his arm so that he got into a sitting position at the edge of the vanity. I moved closer, and Bobby reached out to grip my throbbing erection, and then he bent that pretty blond head, and lowered his soft, warm mouth onto my aching cock. He began bobbing over me, his soft little mouth driving me crazy with lust as my balls quickly boiled over, and I spurted a massive load of cum into the boy's mouth. He gagged some, but hung in there as I couldn't seem to stop cumming, jet after jet pouring forth as Bobby gamely gulped most of it down, although when it finally ended, and he sat up, there were dribbles of the stuff running down his chin. He looked up at me, blinking and swallowing, and the slightly stunned expression on his pretty face warmed my heart. Reaching out, I picked him up, and carried him back into the bedroom, and lay him on the bed. I laid down beside him, and then scooped him close, and planted about a dozen little kisses all over his flushed face, telling him again and again how incredible he was, how sexy and exciting. He snuggled tightly against me, and as I looked into the deep blue pools of his eyes, savoring the sweetness of his breath, and his very boyish aroma I slowly moved my mouth to his, and kissed him. His arms circled my neck, and he opened his soft mouth, offering me his tongue, which I quickly sucked into my mouth as our lips moved against each other. He was simply delicious, my Monday-boy, and I was at a loss to decide which end of him tasted the best.