Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2011 13:38:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Aussie Boy

Aussie Boy
By
Storyguy22

   In retrospect I concluded that I probably shouldn't have caved in to
temptation and fucked the boy for a number of good reasons. At the top of
that list was the fact that he was just twelve years old, and that alone
was sufficient to pretty much ruin my remaining life should the act somehow
come to the attention of the authorities, given that I was a grown man in
his mid-thirties.

   But damn it, the little scamp had asked for it again and again during
the two week period that we were both vacationing at the same beach
resort. He was an Australian kid on a trip to the California coast with his
family, and from the get-go he had continually flaunted his stunning boyish
charms at me, and constantly coming on to a dedicated boy lover such as
myself was eventually going to produce a result that may well have turned
out to be a bit more than he wished for.

   It had begun on the very day I had arrived, and checked into my hotel
room. After stowing my stuff in the room, I had changed into swim togs and
headed out to the truly gorgeous pool that the resort was laid out
around. After settling onto a nicely padded lounge chair in the warm
sunshine I lay back and closed my eyes, letting my tired body begin to
relax and recover from what had been a long drive.

   Just as I was beginning to nod off, my peaceful moment was disrupted by
a lilting young voice at my side saying an accented "hello Mate."  I opened
my eyes, my initial annoyance quickly dissipating as I focused on a
stunningly cute young blonde haired boy standing there smiling a killer
smile at me. God, he was a beauty to be sure, nearly too cute for a boy
with a shock of blonde hair and what might well have been the bluest eyes I
had ever seen. Letting my gaze drift over the boy, I nearly groaned out
loud as I quickly assessed his near perfection. Slender as was my personal
preference in boys, his absolutely hairless torso glowed with a golden tan,
and his only article of clothing was an extremely skimpy Speedo type swim
suit. It was a bright shade of yellow with white slashes on the side, and
the skin tight garment clung to the most intriguing boy-bulges I had
encountered in a very long time. His smooth and well formed legs were as
hairless as the rest of his delicious little body, and I guessed him to be
about five feet tall, and at most about a hundred pounds. I briefly studied
his cute little nipples, and I imagined running my lips and tongue over
them before finally managing to force my attention back to meet his eyes as
I returned his hello. He seemed very much at ease standing there chatting
with a strange man more than twice his age, and in short order I was pretty
much under his spell, especially his adorable Aussie accent and the still
boyish lilt of his unchanged voice. We chatted like old friends, and from
that I learned that his name was Shawn, he was twelve years old and an only
child who was vacationing with his parents on the California coast with a
trip to Disneyland tossed in. As we chatted I couldn't resist repeatedly
eyeing the very attractive package of goodies that rested behind the tiny
Speedo, and the breathtaking beauty of his tiny little bubble butt when he
turned his body enough for me to see it.

   It didn't take long to discover that Shawn was by far more outgoing than
the average twelve year old, even cheeky to use the Britt term. He
obviously had no problem speaking his mind, and even though I had quickly
gotten used to his bluntness it kind of shocked me when he just kind of
blurted out that he thought that I had a really nice body, and that I was
really a sexy man. Unnerved, I reflexively responded without any real
thought by telling him that I thought he too had a sexy little body, and
that I thought he was just as cute as he could be. That may be what
emboldened the boy for the developments that were to come over the next few
days, and I probably should not have allowed him to form the opinion that
we were going to have a pretty much no-rules kind of relationship, whatever
that might mean.  Be all that as it may, what happened after that initial
contact simply wasn't in my DNA to resist.

   I didn't cross paths with Shawn the following day as I spent a good part
of it lounging and swimming at the pool, and I assumed his parents had
dragged the boy off to some kind of tourist thing for the day. Even though
I hadn't actually seen him, he was most definitely on my mind all day, and
even more so later that evening when I jerked off to a stunning orgasm
while looping fantasies of the things I would have loved to be doing with
my little Aussie hottie. I was up at oh-dark-thirty the next morning,
having booked myself on a sport fishing charter boat that left the pier at
dawn. I enjoyed a fruitful and fun day on the ocean, and when I had
returned to the hotel I showered and went to the dining room for a
sumptuous dinner. As I was signing my dinner check Shawn and his Mother
entered the dining room, and while she awaited the hostess's attention he
scooted over to my table, all killer smiles and sexy glow. I chatted with
him a bit, once again admiring his cuteness and how tempting he looked all
decked out in some khaki pants and a snug fitting Polo shirt. I mentioned
to him that I thought I would go upstairs and change and then maybe spend
some time out in the hot tub, and he literally lit up, saying that after
his dinner he would see me out there. His Mom walked past then, tapping the
boy's shoulder as she gave me a small nod and smile, and when he followed,
I left the restaurant.

   In my room I fixed a cocktail which I sipped at as I got into my swim
trunks and sandals. I fixed a refill, grabbed a towel from the bathroom,
and then headed out to the tub. A couple were just getting out of the
frothing and steaming water as I arrived, and they commented about how
great the hot water was, and then took off, leaving the tub as my private
retreat, and I wasted no time in settling into the bubbling tub. After all
the sun, wind, and exercise of my day on the ocean the tub felt wonderful,
instantly relaxing and healing to my sore muscles. I leaned my head back,
and shut my eyes as I all but dozed off, and I snapped back to reality
abruptly when I sensed a new bather entering the spa. I opened my eyes, and
there alongside me was the sweet little Shawn, another of his killer smiles
making my evening so far. I grinned back at him, admiring the creamy
smoothness of his bare shoulders where they rose above the water, and we
resumed chatting easily as if there had been no pause in our
conversation. Several minutes passed as I recounted my day fishing and he
filled me in on his day of catching all the great rides over at the Six
Flags amusement park. The bubbling water of the tub had sadly prevented me
from enjoying the skimpy Speedo I was sure he was wearing, and for a few
moments I was disappointed in that. I say for a few moments because at
about the same time I processed that thought, Shawn completely surprised me
by quietly stating the fact that sitting in hot tubs always made his
"willy" get all hard.

   Speechless at first, I just kind of stared at the boy, my mind's eye
quickly conjuring up the image of his rampant little boy nail pulsing in
hardness. He giggled, apparently correctly reading my reaction to his
comment, and then he nearly caused me a coronary when he suddenly just
stood up beside me to show me what I had just been visualizing. Yup, he was
indeed entirely naked, and oh-so-hard! I gasped, I'm sure, my gaze locking
on the four or so inches of rigid young cock that stood nearly straight out
from his flat tummy, and the snug little pouch of his balls below. Like the
rest of him, his boyhood was pure perfection, a good length for his tender
age, though still narrow of girth with a perfectly shaped little helmet
head that was fully exposed due to his circumcision. I wasn't sure if there
was any sort of pubic hair or not due to his wetness and the dim lighting,
but I could see that his tight little scrotum was totally smooth and still
somewhat close to his body though judging from the ample bulge of the pouch
it most probably contained young eggs capable of producing an ample supply
of that oh-so-wonderful boy nectar.

   Finally finding my voice and my breathing, I managed to tell him two
things, in the following order; 1. He was completely naked in a very public
place, and 2. He was absolutely beautiful in every way! He grinned proudly,
wiggling his tiny butt some to cause his perfect penis to dance around and
he simply told me that he always went hot tubing naked, regardless of his
surroundings. God, I loved this boy!

   Once again nearly pushing me into cardiac country, he then turned to
face me, his bouncing boyhood scant inches from my drooling mouth, and he
calmly placed his hands on his narrow hips and inquired if I wouldn't care
to play with his stuff a bit. Actually, there was nothing on the planet
earth I wanted more than to play with his stuff a bit, but the very public
location flat scared the hell out of me, so in reply I first nodded my head
vigorously, and then suggested it would be safer if he sat back down, and
then let me explore his treasures beneath the cover of the roiling water of
the tub. He giggled at my hesitation, and then gave a little shrug before
he plopped that sweet little ass back down into the tub, his legs extended
before him, and well splayed, which I took as an invitation I could never
refuse. I eased my arm over, and let my fingers trail over his silky smooth
torso, finally touching those delicious little nipples I had been drooling
over since first seeing them. As I did that, Shawn lifted his arms and
locked his fingers behind his head, a move that brought his hairless
underarms into view, and I leaned closer and licked him in the closest
little pocket of creamy skin. He giggled, apparently being ticklish there,
and I let my hand wander lower, savoring the soft smoothness of his torso
and tummy. My fingers sliding along his groin sensed a smattering of newly
sprouted silky hairs at the base of his boyhood, and then I went for the
gold, my fingers dancing along his pulsing boner, and then wrapping my fist
around its narrow stalk. He gasped some as I gripped and stroked his
perfect tool, and he gasped again as my free hand slid over and gently
cupped his tender ball sack.

   The boy shuddered as I stroked him, and inched himself lower in the
water until it leveled just below his chin, and he let his head fall back
to rest against the side of the spa as he closed his eyes, and shuddered
again, muttering about amazing my touching him felt. I definitely agreed
with that comment, thinking that doing the touching felt pretty damned
amazing as well, the wonder of holing and stroking this beautiful young
erection while I fondled his tender eggs making me dizzy. His small hips
were bucking in sync with my stroking now, and I had the sense that it
wasn't going to take a lot more to cause him to spurt, an event I surely
didn't want wasted by having him spew his boy-honey into the roiling
water. I wanted to see it happen, or even better I wanted to feel it spurt
into my mouth so that I might savor the young nectar first hand, so I
slowed my stroking a bit, and glanced around to take a quick survey of our
immediate surroundings. Not seeing anyone nearby, I quickly told Shawn that
I wanted him to stand when he was about to shoot, and then I resumed my
steady fisting of his rampant boner, eager now for his orgasm. A couple of
minutes later he released a low grunting noise, and jumped up to a standing
position, his rigid boy-cock pulsing in my grip, and in a flash I leaned in
and slid the hard stalk into my mouth, sucking him as I continued to jack
the base of it with thumb and finger. He groaned again, his little butt
pushing forward as his cock bucked, and then erupted. His creamy ejaculated
jetted over my tongue in rapid spurts, the distinct flavor of fresh young
cum pleasuring my taste buds as I held it in my mouth until he finished
shooting, and dropped back onto his little butt gasping for breath. I
swilled his nectar inside my mouth, savoring the delicious taste before
happily swallowing it down as Shawn watched me closely, a sweet smile on
his cute face. I licked my lips, and winked at him as I told him how great
he tasted, and raved about the volume of his offering which widened his
grin even more.

 I snuggled into him then, and slid my arm around his slender frame as he
wound down from the intense orgasm. Eventually we got out of the hot tub,
and Shawn wrapped a towel around his nakedness as I dried off some, and
then we headed off inside the hotel lobby. In the elevator I fondled his
young boyhood a bit more, and when the car reached my floor I was bummed
about having to let him go. When I told him how I wished I could keep him
all night, he grinned and nodded, and then told me that his parents planned
a visit to some lame museum the following day, and he had been able to beg
off going along, so once they left the hotel he would love to come to my
room, probably soon after breakfast. That news brightened my outlook big
time, so I told him my room number, and with one last squeeze of that
perfect boy-cock, I exited the elevator and went to my room to begin what I
knew would be a long and slow moving wait for the following morning.

(To Be Continued)
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