Date: Tue, 27 Jul 2010 11:11:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Banner Day

A Banner Day
By
Storyguy22

   Jason made a small grunting noise as he hoisted the loaded moving box,
and then headed for the door, and the nearly loaded U-Haul beyond. Picking
up another box, I followed him, my gaze fixed on the boy's sweet little ass
that was tucked nicely inside the cutoff shorts he wore.

   Reaching the truck, he bent over to set the box on the floor, and I
drank in the stunning sight of that hot little ass and his well formed bare
legs. He straightened up, and I moved in to set my own load down, and then
he walked the short distance to well shaded grass area that sprawled under
a large willow tree where he gratefully dropped to the soft, cool grass and
leaned back on his elbows, those shapely bare legs stretched out before
him. I joined him, sitting down Indian-style facing him as we gratefully
took a break from the moving chore.

   The boy I reference is fourteen year old Jason, my apartment house
neighbor of the past several months. Following his parents breakup he and
his Mom had moved into the apartment across the landing from mine while she
had begun the process of putting the pieces of their lives back
together. She spent copious amounts of time seeking a new career path, and
even when she was not absent the apartment on interviews and job fairs, she
was engrossed in perusing endless online employment opportunities, and
polishing her resume. All of this was, of course, terminally boring to a
fourteen year old boy, and not longer after they had moved in Jason begun
showing up at my doorstep, especially after he had discovered our mutual
passion for baseball and the fact that I rarely failed to have the local
teams games airing on my somewhat indulgent big screen plasma TV.

   Not that I had any kind of problem with his hanging out at my place; I
actually looked forward to his visits partly because I enjoyed his
knowledge and understanding of the games we watched together, and partly
because to a certified boy-lover like me, the kid was serious eye-candy and
fodder for frequent jerk off sessions. Ann, Jason's Mom, seemed pretty much
unconcerned regarding her teenage son hanging out with a guy twenty-six
years old, and I think she kind of chalked it up to our mutual love of
baseball, not to mention it was a way to get the boy out of her hair as she
job hunted.

   Jason is a very cute boy indeed, his mop of coal black hair falling
around his sweet face in pretty much any configuration it landed in when he
arose each morning. He wore it stylishly long as so many young boys were
doing currently, and it pretty much hid his small ears and hung down over
his collar should he happen to be wearing one. His face was still somewhat
boyish though if you looked carefully you could see the gentle transition
to maturity lurking around the edges. His mop of hair tended to hang over
his forehead, and he had thick, black eyebrows that were expressive when he
was making some point or other, and when he smiled a pair of tiny dimples
creased his smooth cheeks, and his even teeth glowed brightly white.

   His still developing body was slender, and judging from the differing
exposure of bare skin he had offered me, he was smooth and unblemished. The
only real signs I had noticed of his passage through puberty were the just
darkening patches at his underarms that indicated the stirrings of some
future hair growth, and the faintest hint of a dark and narrow line of fine
fuzz extending from his tiny navel downward to disappear into his shorts,
or pants. And, of course, there were those very intriguing bumps and bulges
that lurked behind the shorts or pants, although he tended toward those
God-awful baggy shorts that rarely allowed any sort of real assessment of
the treasures hidden there, and their potential. Bummer, that.

   However, on rare but pleasing days when he had straddled one of the bar
stools that fronted my kitchen island the opportunity had on occasion
presented for me to discern the definition of what I deemed to be a very
interesting boy cock, and an equally interesting bulge of young cum filled
balls. I actually think that concealing those hormone charged treasures was
the point of those stupid baggie's he usually wore, which told me that
Jason was quite typical of healthy fourteen year old boys everywhere, to
wit, an abundance of horniness and frequent rampant erections that tended
to spring up of their own volition throughout the day and night.

   But this day was delightfully different, and I considered his choice of
a snug fitting pair of cutoff shorts a going-away present to me on this day
of his moving out. The cutoffs had apparently begun life as a pair of
cotton camo pants that he had at some point decided to turn into shorts by
whacking the legs off at about mid-thigh, and as he reclined there on the
grass I couldn't help checking out his well formed legs and the very
apparent bulges of his young package. It was probably only wishful thinking
on my part, but as we sat facing each other I could swear the boy was fully
erect behind the soft cloth, and as he uncrossed his ankles and brought his
coltish legs together, I was certain of it. He was, I was aware, watching
me as I all but drooled over his bulging crotch, but screw it I thought, he
is exiting my life as of today so let him figure out that I am, and have
been since day one, very much interested in him in that way. I had, after
all, exhibited exemplary control over my dark desires regarding this boy
despite a serious yen I had harbored to seduce him ever since I had first
set eyes on him, and it somehow seemed wrong to just let him slip from my
life without at least knowing how very desirable he was.

   I could sense his eyes on me as I stared openly at the bulge of his
erection, and I finally managed to meet his gaze, and as our eyes locked, I
let my tongue slide slowly over my lips, an unspoken message that I would
love to move that same tongue over his pulsing boyhood, and balls. Jason
smiled a coy little grin, and glanced down at his swollen crotch briefly,
and then he rolled his eyes to mine, and gave a small shrug as if saying,
"what am I gonna do.."

   I winked at him, and took another longing look at his impressive bulge,
and telling myself "fuck it" with the caution bit, no one ever won the
Lottery without first buying a ticket, so I told him,

   "So Dude, schlepping moving boxes turns you on does it?"

   He blushed brightly, and giggled, and then gave that cute little shrug
again as he replied sheepishly,

   "Yea, right...not really...moving kind of sux, actually...but...well
shit, Rob...it just does that, is all...I mean, like lots of times, you
know...?"

   I chuckled, and nodded my understanding as I told him,

   "Yup, I remember being your age, believe me. Not only that, it happens
to me some too...like right now, actually."

   He flushed again, and his eyes dropped to my crotch as I pushed my legs
out straight, allowing the boy to clearly see my own swollen shaft pushing
at my shorts, and his thick eyebrows arched upward. He looked at me then,
and uttered,

   "Wow...no shit, huh...that's really cool...how come you got all hard
like that...I don't actually need a reason, well, except that I feel so
freaking horny all the time!"

   I grinned, and pushed the envelope a bit more by asking,

   "Do you now...well sure you feel horny all the time...it goes with being
a fourteen year old boy, Jason...it's all good...so what do you usually do
to handle it when you get feeling like...this?"

   Another blush, and he lifted his hand to mime the universal sign for
jerking off, and I nodded sagely before asking,

   "Right...me too when no better option is available, and it's cool, but
not even close to a great blow job...you ever been down that road, Jase?"

      Jason smirked, rolling his eyes as he replied,

   "Oh yea, sure...like in my dreams, or watching the internet shit...Dude,
you're, like, kidding me, right...?...a freaking blow job...?...shit, I
never did anything except jack off, which is prolly why I feel so freaking
horned up all the time...I might actually be willing to kill for an actual
blow job!"

   I chuckled at his frustration while at the same time fully understanding
it...I mean, hell, I had been there, and I remembered it all too well, so I
looked him straight in the eyes, and offered,

   "I get that, Jason...I really do...and you really don't need to kill
anyone to get yourself a great blow job, Buddy...I'll be happy to do it
myself, and all you need to do is make me serious promise not to ever tell
anyone...I mean, you are amazingly hot, and sucking you off would be
awesome, but you ARE just fourteen, and as the saying goes, fourteen will
get you twenty, if you catch my drift..."

   His dark eyebrows knitted again, and he studied me for a moment,
probably trying to decide if I was shitting him, then he nodded his head,
and answered,

   "Oh man, Rob...oh jeez, Dude...if you were to ever
actually...um...actually suck me...oh man, I would never...not ever...say
anything...honest...you serious...?...shit...but how...? and when could
we...?...I mean, fuck, I'm moving away... and almost out of
here...shit...why didn't you say all this, like, months ago?"

   "I wish now that I had, Jason, believe me...we could have been rocking
your world all this time, and just imagine how many cases of blue-nuts you
would have avoided...but hey, Dude...it is what it is, right...?...and at
least we can have this once!" I told him.

   "How we going to make that happen, Rob...this truck is all loaded, and
Mom is, like, any second gonna want to get going?" he asked me, his
eagerness for me to make this all work obvious in his cute face.

   "Like this," I said, "this truck is good to go, but the rest of your
stuff goes in my truck, and then to the storage unit, right...?...so we get
your Mom and her friend to take this rig and go ahead of us...should give
us a good hour or so to do our thing."

   His face all but lit up at the suggestion, and he quickly nodded as he
unconsciously dropped a hand to his distended lap to adjust his, I was
sure, rigid erection. My own cock jumped at the idea that soon, very soon,
that sweet young rod would be sliding in and out of my drooling mouth, and
my saliva flooded in anticipation of tasting his fresh young cum, a treat I
had denied myself for far too long a time. I glanced around, ensuring our
momentary privacy, and then I surrendered to the long standing need to
touch this boy, and I boldly pushed his hand away, and briefly gripped the
rock hard tube of boyhood at his tented cutoffs. He jumped, a yelp of
surprise coming from him as I gave it a quick stroke, and told him,

   "Damn, Jason, nice cock, Dude...can't wait for more...but chill now,
okay...need to be able to face Mom when they come out without this bad boy
poking holes in your shorts."

   He shuddered strongly, and I realized that he was experiencing his cock
being fooled with by a hand not his own, and I had to love the expression
of near rapture on his face. No doubt he was going to be quick once I got
my way with him, but hey, that would probably leave time for a second
round, so no complaints. Reluctantly, I stopped stroking the boy, and it's
good that I did considering mere moments later his mom emerged from their
apartment unit, and called to him. He stood up, and I took a quick glance
at his crotch as he walked past me and I guessed he would get away with
sporting what appeared to be a still partial erection, I mean what were
odds that his mom would be checking out his crotch. I got up, and followed
him back inside where we all verified that all of the required boxes had
been loaded onto the U-Haul, and that remaining ones were intended for the
temporary storage unit. I managed to whine sufficiently to convince mom
that I really could use Jason's help in getting the stuff to storage after
which I would deliver him to their point of departure at her lady friends
house, probably in a couple of hours. She groused a bit, eager to be on the
way to their new city where she had finally found work, but relented,
allowing how it probably wasn't really fair to leave the final moving chore
to ma alone.

   Jason and I stood in the door of the near vacant apartment as mom and
friend boarded the U-Haul and drove away, and as soon as they had turned
out of the driveway I took his arm, and steered him across the landing, and
then inside my own apartment. He giggled when I groped his hot little ass
as we moved inside, and when I turned back toward him after closing and
locking my front door, that beautiful teenage erection was once more in
full bloom, putting some serious strain on the fabric of his cutoffs. I
grinned and walked up to him, reaching out to grip that rigid stalk of
boyhood as he groaned, his lean body sagging back against the wall behind
him.

   "Oh, God...that feels so freaking good...jeez...I am so loaded up, I
almost cummed when you touched me!"

   Hearing that, I squeezed his hard cock firmly, not wanting to cause him
pain, but needing to slow him down in a hurry lest we let his creamy nectar
go to waste inside his shorts. I looked at his grimacing face, and told
him,

   "Easy, Champ...think ugly thoughts, or algebra problems for a
minute...I've waited too long for this to let you blow anywhere other than
my mouth!"

   "Aw Jesus, Rob...talk like that is SO not gonna help, Dude...fuck...I
can't wait for this!"

   A virgin fourteen year old boy who has been suffering the hornies for
who knows how long is not much of a self-control artist I knew, so I
quickly dropped to my knees right there where we were, and began tugging at
the fastenings of his cutoffs. Christ, I had barely touched the kid, and he
was already huffing like a sprint runner, and I could see his cock pulsing
against the shorts as I finally managed to pop the button, and work the
zipper down. That accomplished, I drug the small shorts down his legs where
they puddle at his ankles, and it was my turn to groan then as my hungry
gaze settled on the tight white briefs right in front of me.

   I have no clue how this small garment managed to contain the throbbing
stalk of teen meat that tented it so severely it created a wide gap at the
leg elastic through which I could clearly see his dangling scrotum that
bulged nicely with his swollen young balls. Still very aware of his
burgeoning lust, I forfeited the opportunity to savor the incredible sight
of those tiny briefs full of boy cock and cum-filled balls by quickly
pulling out on the front of them as I yanked them down to join the cutoffs
at his feet. Another groan rolled from within my chest as his raging boner
sprang free, and I felt the saliva flood into my mouth as I stared at what
had to be the poster child for perfect boy cock and balls that revealed
before me. The scent of him washed over me, total boy smell, and I groaned
again as a tiny pearl of clear fluid oozed from his slit. The cock was a
sculpted beauty, a touch on the narrow side, and I guessed a solid five
inches in length. He was cut, and the nearly purple shaded head was a
perfect knob, the coronal ridge pronounced and the shaft lined with blood
pulsing veins. His plump balls dangled alluringly between his smooth
thighs, and I reached out to gently heft them in my palm as Jason
shuddered, and groaned. Leaning in close, I inhaled deeply, relishing the
aroma of his excitement, and as another tear of precum appeared, I lapped
it away with my tongue, and Jason nearly climbed the wall he was leaning
on. I toyed with his heavy balls as I licked the glassy smooth knob of his
cock, then moved my tongue down one side of his shaft, and then up the
other as he worked his narrow hips back and forth, gasping and groaning.

   "Oh Jesus, Rob...it's so freaking intense...please,
Dude...please...just...suck me!" he hissed above me.

   Man, the kid was on the boil, no question about it, and without further
ado I did just that, opened my drooling mouth, and closed it over his
rampant erection, taking it in one fell sweep until his silky pubes were
tickling my nose.

   "AWwww, fuck!" he erupted.

      Delicious offers a poor description of how wonderful he tasted, and I
savored the sweetness that can only be sampled with a teen cock gliding in
and out of your mouth, and the dizzying experience was further enhanced by
my playing with his soft balls as I sucked him, finding my rhythm as his
hips met my pace. The tart-sweetness of his steadily flowing precum was yet
another treat, and the whole thing combined was far superior to any
perfectly ripe peach I had ever eaten, and I really, really love fresh,
ripe peaches. Having found my own personal nirvana, I wanted all of this to
last into infinity, but alas, it was not to be. The boy was actually pretty
impressive, given his heighted state of lust from the get-go, but somewhere
near what I guessed to be the five minute mark, he lost it completely, his
hands suddenly grasping my bobbing head as his hips thrust sharply forward,
and he let out a long, deep growl. I felt his boyhood buck in my drooling
mouth, and the spasm strongly, and in an instant his salty-sweetness
ejected into my mouth, about three rapid and strong spurts followed quickly
by several weaker ejaculates, and then a series of small dribbles of warm
and creamy young cum. My taste buds exploded, a dull aching sensation
crawling along my jaw bone as I relished his sweetness, keeping his nectar
in my flooded mouth until the sheer volume of it forced me to swallow
repeatedly as I danced my tongue along his wilting shaft, my fingers still
working on his now drained balls.

   Jason was suddenly pretty much a rag doll, his knees seeming to buckle
as he began to slowly slide his back down the wall behind him, and as he
went lower, his now flaccid beauty slipped from my battered mouth. I sat
back on my haunches, and looked at the very flushed boy, and I opened my
mouth, letting his dazed gaze see the remnants of his creamy deposit on my
tongue, and a sleepy smile painted over his cute face as he shook his head
side-to-side in what I guessed was disbelief of the stunning experience he
had just experienced. I winked at him, and reached down to gently fondle
his cute little softie as I said,

   "Well, Champ...it seems like we managed to relieve all that pressure
finally...and let me just say that was a seriously amazing load...both in
taste, and volume...nicely done, Bud, I really, really enjoyed that...you
taste better than ice cream!"

   He grinned widely, his long eyelashes batting repeatedly, and he sucked
in a gallon of air before blowing it back out as he muttered,

   "Holy shit, Rob...that was so amazing...so intense...that's, like, the
best thing I ever felt in my whole life!"

   I smiled proudly, and tugged on his already recharging boyhood as I told
him,

   "Excellent, Champ...that's exactly what I was going for, and I'm glad
you enjoyed it...and the real beauty is that the next one will be even
better given that we managed to expend a lot of that backed up energy...the
next time will last longer."

   He glanced down at where I held his quickly recovering cock in my hand,
and then he rolled his eyes up to meet mine as he grinned a mega-watt
smile, and replied,

   "Awesome...but longer might give me a heart attack...but WTF, I'll take
the chance...!"

   True to my prediction, my second sucking of Jason that soon followed was
both slower and longer, though not one iota less intense for us both. Given
that his excitement level was now more one of experience, I had the
opportunity to employ what I liked to think of as my entire cock sucking
bag to tricks, and I also was blessed with ample opportunity to lap, lick,
and suck his perfect young balls and hairless scrotum, an event that gives
me particular pleasure with young boys. The end result of our second rodeo
was much like the first, with Jason at last surrendering to his burning
need as he once more rewarded my efforts by flooding my mouth with his
copious load of creamy sweetness which I eagerly swallowed before cleaning
his entire groin are with my lips and tongue. By the time we had
regrettably gotten ourselves presentable, and headed out to meet up with
his mom it was I that was suffering a serious case of the DSB (dreaded
semen backup), but it really didn't matter, given that I had twice been
privileged to sample that most precious of delicacies, a perfect teenage
cock, and a double serving of that deliciously sweet boy-cum.

   As I drove away after dropping Jason, I decided that without question,
this had indeed been a banner day!

(The End)
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