Date: Thu, 1 Nov 2007 13:44:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Alone (11)

   Brett hurried back to the restaurant, and entered, and he felt the same
rush he had felt the first time he had walked into the place, as about a
dozen sets of eyes shifted toward him. He skidded to a stop, glancing
around for any sigh of his man friend, and he felt a sense of panic well up
inside him at not seeing him. He glanced round at the assembled men who
were again eyeing him up and down, and he realized that while the looks of
intense interest remained in their hungry stares, there was also a degree
of disappointment at the realization that the boy was now wearing shorts
that were sexy in their own right, but, not nearly as revealing as had been
the much smaller, and nearly transparent pair that he had worn earlier. The
men's eyes all eventually grouped to stare openly at the silky sport shorts
the old man had given him, and, Brett shuddered slightly at realizing that
the intense group scrutiny of his crotch had caused his penis to harden,
and it now poked straight out, severely tenting the clingy shorts.

   He heard the tingling of the entry door bell chatter behind him, and he
whirled, relief washing over him, as he saw his friend, and driver re-enter
the cafe, and stop to look at his new attire. Brett smiled at the man, and
watched his eyes join the others in the room by staring directly at his
prominent erection, and he saw the man lick his lips, then, move forward to
stand beside Brett. He looked the boy up and down once more, then smiled,
as he boldly reached out, and gripped Brett's rigid penis over the
shorts. Holding it, he looked slowly around the room, reading the drooling
envy that painted every face in the room that watched him openly fondling
the young boy, and he chuckled happily, as he turned his gaze to Brett, and
jerked his head at the door behind them, as he said,

   "Come on now boy...it's getting late, and our room is ready."

   The assembled group of men watched the man lead the boy to the door, his
grip still firmly affixed to the boy's erection, and the lust-filled eyes
all shifted in unison to watch the retreating boy's pretty little ass
gyrate inside the clingy shorts, and as the man and boy exited the room, a
collective sigh of envy filled the space as the men glanced at each other,
knowing without a single word being spoken that the departing man would
very soon be savoring the many charms of the stunning young boy's very
naked body, and that obviously excited young boner. Turning back to their
own foibles, the men contented themselves with the understanding that one
of their own would be indeed having a very good evening.

   The man led Brett down the outside corridor of the motel, then, stopped
in front of a door, and slid a key into the lock, and turned it, opening
the door. He stepped to the side, and released Brett's pulsing erection,
then indicated for the boy to go inside. Brett shuddered, immediately
missing the man's grip on his penis, then stepped onto the room, as the man
followed, and closed and locked the door behind them, after placing the "do
not disturb" sign over the knob. Turning back to Brett, he stepped closer,
and reached for the hem of the soft pull over the old man had given him,
and pulled it up over Brett's head, and off. He tossed the garment to a
nearby chair, and then gripped the elastic waist of the silky shorts Brett
wore, and pulled them out, away from his tummy, so he could see
inside. Eyeing the proudly erect boyhood, the man chuckled, and yanked down
on the front of the shorts, then hooked the elastic under Brett's balls,
and then let go. Stepping back a bit, he admired the sight of the sexy boy,
his smooth chest with the dark little nipples, now stiffened and pointy,
and then the flat, soft tummy, and the very erect penis with it's wetly
glistening tip, and the amply bulging pouch beneath it.

   "God, kid...you are really something...really something indeed...and you
look so fucking nasty like that...hell yes...stroke that cock for me boy...go
on...just rub it nice and slow while you look right at me...go on now...!"

   Brett felt the heat of the blush wash over his face, as he slowly
reached for his penis, and gripped it, as he pumped his hand back and forth
slowly, shuddering, as his eyes locked onto the man's hungry gaze.

   "Nice...very nice indeed...you have a real pretty cock, kid...love that
smooth knob...and the way your balls jiggle back and forth.....damn...!"
mumbled the man, his own erection clearly visible as it poked out the front
of his slacks.

   Several minutes passed in silence as Brett continued to slowly pump his
cock, and the man moved closer once more, and very carefully reached to cup
Brett's aching balls in his palm, kneading the wrinkled pouch gently, as
Brett released a low moan of pleasure. The man smiled, apparently pleased
with the boy's reaction, and he dropped to his knees in front of the
boy. He nudged Brett's hand away from his cock, and took it in his own,
continuing to pump it for a moment, then, leaned closer, and licked the
oozing head several times. Brett groaned again, his knees buckling as the
wave of pleasure hit him, as the man slid his cock deeply into his warm,
wet mouth, and sucked it, while running his fingers along Brett's silky
inner thigh, and prodding at his tight ball sac.

   As abruptly as he had begun, the man stopped sucking Brett, and backed
away, as he got to his feet, and reached to take Brett's hand. He led him
across the room, and into the bathroom, and then stopped, giving Brett a
moment to look around. The motel was clearly of vintage age, but had been
well maintained, and the room was obviously very clean, and well enough
appointed with a sturdy looking queen sized bed, a couple chairs, and a
table and lamp. But, the one standout feature that was currently
fascinating Brett was the center piece of the small bathroom, a full sized
claw foot bathtub, the likes of which the boy had seen before only in
magazines, and movies.

   "Pretty damned nice, huh kid...?...they don't make them like this
anymore, believe me...and it has always been like a fantasy of mine to have
a big old tub like this, and a pretty little boy like you to bathe in
it...yup...just like when you were a little shaver, and mommy used to scrub
you pink all over...strip kid...I'm going to give you a bath like you never
even dreamed of!"

   As Brett stripped out his shorts, the man ran water into the tub, even
adding some of the sweet smelling bubble bath solution that he found on the
counter beside the tub. Naked, his erection swaying saucily in front to
him, Brett stepped over to the tub, his mind taking him back to the times
his mother had indeed helped him with his bath when he was little, and
later, as he neared ten, and eleven, his father taking over the task as
Brett's little boy penis and balls had begun to develop to a point that his
mom felt awkward with his nakedness, and the ever increasing frequency of
his boyish boners.

   Reflecting further, Brett's memory conjured up the recall of his father
fingering his little boner, and sliding his soapy fist over it, and of the
incredible sensations that the touching had induced in his slender young
body, and he suddenly recalled how on more than a few occasions his father
had continued the rubbing of his little cock until the most amazing
feelings washed over his trembling body, and he shook and shuddered around
in the tub, as his father chuckled happily, refusing to release the rigid
and pulsing little pricklett until Brett nearly passed out from the
intensity of his feelings. That memory triggered another, this one of the
times that while drying his lean body with a big towel, his father would
again stimulate his young penis, and his tiny bald sac, bringing forth
another youthful erection, which his dad would then take inside his mouth,
and suck it, until the boy experienced another powerful dry orgasm. The
bath time activity between father and son was never spoken of, and it had
been just kind of accepted as the normal process of an alcohol influenced
father assuring the hygiene of his young son, just as the similar
occurrences that often took place as the father tucked his son into his bed
for the night were never verbalized, but instead just evolved into a part
of the norm.

   Brett's reverie was jolted back to reality as the man wrapped his wide
hand around his throbbing erection, and squeezed it, as he put his other
hand on the back of Brett's shoulder, and urged him forward, saying,

   "Okay kid, hop in...the water is perfect...all warm, and bubbly...smells
nice too...climb on in, Son...daddy wants to wash his pretty boy all over."

   Brett felt the warmth crawl over his body at the man's reference to
himself as "daddy" and, as he awkwardly maneuvered his lithe body into the
big tub, he let his mind take him back to those father-son baths once
again, as he for the first time realized that the acts that his real father
had perpetrated upon his youthful naivete were in fact categorized in his
mind as pleasurable events, despite his current understanding of their
inappropriateness. Settling into the soothing warm water, Brett leaned his
back against the smooth porcelain of the tubs wall, and stretched his legs
straight out. The man settled himself onto the floor beside the tub, and
picked up the fresh bar of soap that rested on the dish affixed to the
wall, and dipped it onto the fragrant water, then, began very slowly
sliding the soap bar over Brett's smooth chest, and shoulders.

   Brett shuddered, his eyes closing, as he gave himself over to the
pleasant sensation of being pampered this way, and he let out a long sigh
of contentment, letting himself fully relax for the first time since the
moment of his fathers blind rage of fury when he had thrown him out of the
house. The man took his time, his soapy hands exploring the boy's slender
body carefully, and he chuckled, pleased with Brett's gasping reactions to
his stimulating his puffy little nipples with his slick fingers, and he
smiled broadly when Brett burst into uncontrollable giggles as he poked a
fingertip into the tiny cave of his navel, apparently a quite ticklish area
of the boy's anatomy. He rolled the soap through his hands, creating a rich
lather, and then moved the soapy hands all over the boy's groin, his
fingers tugging on the few strands of silky pubic hair that had recently
sprouted there. Deliberately ignoring the rigid stalk of boy cock that
speared through the swatch of bubbles that had gathered at the boy's groin,
he moved his slippery hands along the smooth inner thighs, then over the
slightly bony knees, and down the calves, ending by soaping the boy's feet,
and each individual toe, eliciting another burst of sweet giggles from
Brett.  Hungrily eyeing the stiff erection that periscoped from the
bubbles, the man slowly retraced his earlier descent path, as he gingerly
traced his fingertips upward along the boy's shapely legs until they
reached their apex, where he gently gripped the taut and hairless pouch
with one hand, as he fingered the grape sized balls with the other, as Bret
moaned, and cooed. Finally releasing the tender boy balls, the man wrapped
one hand around the rock hard shaft, and slowly stroked the silky feeling
skin back and forth, savoring the sensation of the loose skin gliding over
the rigid tissue that it covered, and then moved his free hand into play,
tracing his fingertip along the knob-like head of the pulsing young cock,
as Brett shuddered, and groaned.

  The man continued to carefully work the young cock, steadily escalating
the bevy of sensation that he was building within the slightly trembling
boy, and, when he saw a tiny pearl of precum ooze from the tiny slit at the
center of the bulbous head, he smiled once more, and leaned down to lap it
away with his tongue. The slickness of the nearly tasteless fluid danced
over his tongue, and he briefly captured just the head of Brett's cock
between his lips, holding it there, as he stabbed at the origin of the
slippery substance, his tongue tip pushing firmly into the tiny slit, as
though seeking more of the warm, clear juices. Brett shuddered again, his
slim hips bucking forward, as his hands sought to capture the man's bended
head, and the man quickly pulled away, chuckling at the loud sigh of
disappointment that came from the panting boy.

   Adjusting his position, the man slid his hands under the boy, his palms
pressing against his firm little butt, and the small of his back, and he
rolled the boy over, settling him face down in the tub. He retrieved the
soap cake once again, and began the slow and careful soaping of the
succulent skin, his hands seeming to Brett to be everywhere at once, as he
rested his head on his folded arms, and again let himself go with the
pleasant flow of ever increasing sensation, as the man expertly explored
his shoulders, and back, and finally the backs of his smooth legs, and then
again, his feet, and toes. The hands glided upward then, again in an
agonizingly slow pace, finally coming to rest on the twin mounds of the
boy's pretty little ass, where a hand firmly kneaded the small pillows of
curved flesh. Brett was nearly purring, feeling immense relaxation while at
the same time feeling intensely stimulated at every nerve ending within his
body, and he gasped loudly, his limp body involuntarily tensing, as he
became aware of the man's thick finger slipping into the furrow between his
butt cheeks. Sensing the boy's reaction, the man placed his palm on the
small of Brett's back, stroking him gently, as the finger moved deeper into
the snug crease, probing, as it searched out the boy's tiny center.

   Brett released another loud gasp, and his legs splayed wider, as the man
located the sensitive core he searched for, and his finger moved over the
tiny wrinkled oval several times. Brett groaned softly, and reflexively
scooted his knees forward, as his bubbly little butt lifted, the perfectly
shaped mounds breaking the water surface, as the man pressed firmly against
the tightly sealed pucker, then even more firmly, until the soap coated
finger was spearing into the boy's center, moving easily forward to the
last knuckle. Brett hissed a low sound, his breath expelling from his
lungs, as the man paused, holding the invading finger stock-still for most
of a minute, as Brett gulped air, and relaxed his muscles as he adjusted to
the thick digit filling his tight tunnel. The man reveled in the flexing
muscles of the boy's tight rectum, the spasms translating as a gripping and
relaxing sensation on his finger, and he resisted his rapidly growing
desire to replace the impaled finger with the rampant erection that poked
painfully at the fly of his slacks. Briefly bringing his free hand to his
lap, he managed the zipper, and then freed his aching cock, the wide head
fairly springing from the tight confines of his clothing, as the thick
shaft quickly followed, until his thick seven inches bobbed freely from his
gaping fly.

   Savoring the relief of freeing his leaking manhood, the man returned his
full attention to the exploration of the boy's buttery depth, slowly
withdrawing his finger until only the tip remained in the boy's incredible
grip. A small pause, and then the man again slid his finger fully inside
the boy, being especially careful to drag the bottom of it over the boy's
firm little nut of a prostate as he went. Brett gasped loudly, and he
sucked in a big gulp of air, then, expelled it, as the finger again
retreated, once more gliding across the highly sensitive gland. In and out
moved the thick finger, each direction passing across the pulsing gland
with the resultant sensation driving the boy to distraction, as the deep
aching feeling in his young balls increased to near boiling, and he grunted
his satisfaction each time the small bump was touched. He was all but
hyperventilating, and as a result, he felt light headed, and dizzy, and
what little bit of concentration remained within him was fully focused on
the rapidly growing heat, and tension in his tight balls, and, with the
release of one last, deep growling sound, his young balls released, and he
felt a torrent of his youthful nectar race through the length of his
spasming penis until it erupted, rapidly spewing his pellets of creamy
boy-honey into the sudsy bath water in strong, and rapid spurts.

   The man sensed the boys release, and he quickly centered his fingertip
squarely on the hard little nut of his gland, pressing it firmly, as the
boy spurted his creamy offerings, the man counting off the pulses each time
the gland throbbed under his finger, until it finally went silent, and
still. Brett exhaled loudly, his slim body quivering in the after shock of
his powerful orgasm, and he went limp then, his body sliding under the now
cooling bath water as he struggled to keep his head above the water
line. The man slowly withdrew his finger from the clinging sheath, and then
carefully moved his hands under the boy's trembling body, as he turned him
onto his back once more. He smiled at the flushed boy, then stood, and
gripped his own oozing cock in his fist, as he inched closer to the
tub. Brett's eyes closed on the thick and drooling erection, as he released
an involuntary groan, keenly aware of his deep desire to have this
impressive specimen fill his tight tunnel even more fully than had the
finger moments ago, and he slid out his tongue, licking at his lush lips,
as he stared hungrily at the pulsing manhood that towered above him. He
watched, completely enthralled, as the man began fisting his dripping cock,
quickly now, as his boiling lust overtook him, and in moments he made a
deep growling sound, his knees buckling slightly under him, as the wide
cock flexed strongly, and then erupted, rope after rope of thick, white
semen literally bursting forth from the gaping slit to arch high into the
air, before cascading downward to splatter in long streaks, and large pools
over Brett's sweet face, and into his soft hair. Brett savored the warmth,
and slight stickiness of the torrent of semen painted his upturned face,
and he quickly opened his mouth, craning his neck in an effort to capture
the next spurting offering in his mouth, and on the third ejaculate, he
succeeded, the thick warm cream coating over his tongue, and down his
throat, as he gulped, hoping to catch another offering before it ended. The
man grunted, leaning forward to milk his wilting shaft, coaxing several
more smaller dribbles of his ejaculation from his spent balls, and he
grinned widely, as he watched the errant drops fall onto the boy's pretty
face, and mingle with the earlier thick streamers that fully slimed the
youthful face. Releasing his shrunken cock, the man leaned down, and
pressed his mouth against the boy's cum coated lips, and he kissed him,
tasting the remnants of his own acrid fluids as he pushed his tongue inside
the boy's sweet mouth.

   Finally gaining his control again, the man stood on shaky legs, and
reached down to help the boy to his feet, and then out of the tub. His hand
on the boy's back, he guided him over to the vanity, and squared him in
front of the large wall mirror, as he stood behind the naked boy, his soft
cock nestled between the firm mounds of his perfect butt, and he waited
quietly, his eyes locked on the boy's reflected image. A few seconds was
all that it took, and the man grinned, seeing the boy's expression change,
as he registered that his face, and his hair, and even his smooth chest
were coated in streaks, and puddles of the man's ejaculate, and very
slowly, the stunned expression shifted into a crimson flush at the smooth
cheeks, and a wide grin, that very soon segued into a boyish, and gleeful
giggle, as Brett rolled his eyes up to meet the man's eyes in the mirror,
as he said,

   "Oh golly....wow...that is just....nasty!"

(To Be Continued)
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