Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2011 15:39:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Boy Lover's Journal

A Boy Lover's Journal
By
Storyguy22

(1)

   Thanks to a very unusual stroke of luck I experienced in mid-life, I was
finally in a position to realize a long time dream of owning a mountain
cabin retreat. I had long wanted some small place on a lake, far away from
the hustles of life, and when that wholly unexpected windfall of money came
my way, I made the dream a reality.

   After much careful and thoughtful shopping of the available market I
decided on a small A-frame place that fronted a high country lake that was
reputed to be a treasure trove of trout. The location would allow me to
travel there in under two hours from home, and it had a storage shed on
site that was easily large enough to securely store my fishing boat and
motor which added to its general appeal, so I took the plunge, and bought
the place.

   According to the realtor who handled the deal the cabin had previously
been the property of a man in his seventies, and due to his age related
physical limitations the place had slowly fallen into some disrepair. That
was fine by me given that I had always enjoyed tinkering around with
carpentry and home projects, and being capable of making any needed repairs
or updates myself would make the needed work affordable, and taking the
property "as-is" had saved me a bundle off the sale price. It was because
of this needed repair and update work that I stumbled across the gent's
journal which I discovered hidden beneath a very squeaky floorboard in the
bedroom that I had decided to repair.

   Until I began taking up the offending floor board I hadn't noticed that
this particular board had been seated using screws rather than the usual
nails, and as I backed out the screws it was obvious that they had been
backed out repeatedly and then re-secured, I suppose each time the old gent
had taken his journal out, and then returned it to hiding. I extracted the
journal, actually a thick spiral bound note book, and kind of leafed
through the pages, my curiosity on point as to why he would take such care
with stashing a note book this way. It didn't take long to determine the
answer to that once I realized that the journal was filled with a number of
his personal experiences in sexually molesting a goodly number of young,
certainly under-age boys.

   Given my own long term sexual attraction to young boys, the journal
instantly had my complete attention, and I immediately abandoned all
interest in my handyman task as I moved to my recliner, and began studying
the journal in detail. This old guy quickly became my hero of sorts as I
read along of his sexual exploits, and I had to admire his courage for
actually engaging in those events that I had long desired but never
actually pursued due to the frightening legal fallout possibilities
involved in being found out. The guy had been meticulous in the detail with
which he had recorded his exploits beginning with such a thorough physical
description of the involved boy that I had no trouble conjuring up a clear
mental image of him. He went on to describe the location of the event, and
how he had managed to seduce each boy, and then a full recounting of the
sexual pleasures he had taken with the boy. My cock was as hard as a steel
rod as I eagerly read over the first accounting, and my envy for this old
timer knew no bounds. Here is a summary of the first journal entry which
tells the tale of a boy named Garret:

   At the time Garret was apparently twelve years of age, and "cute and
sexy as only a boy hovering on the cusp of impending puberty, and sexual
discovery can be. He is described as a slender and petite boy with longish
sandy colored hair that covers his small ears and extends below his collar
in back. The journal notes that Garret is just a touch over five feet in
height, and an estimated ninety pounds "with rocks in his pockets." It
seems our local boy-lover made a point of positioning himself in locations
that would typically be attractive to his prey, and the encounter with
young Garret had originally occurred at a local park where the skate park
was located. Mr. BL, it is detailed, approached the boy and struck up a
conversation, and while the particulars are not noted, we can be fairly
certain that our man was well schooled in the art of engaging young boys on
topics of interest and then gently steering events toward his ultimate goal
of seduction. His efforts were obviously soon rewarded as he soon begins
chronicling the details of his very pleasant encounter behind some thick
shrubbery with young Garret, beginning with a breath taking description of
the boy's sweet body in correlation to each piece of clothing removed.

   "My breath actually caught in my throat as I tugged the tee shirt over
his head, baring his narrow shoulders and thin arms, and his silky smooth
chest with the tiny pink boy-nipples. His soft little tummy is creamy and
tanned, with a cute little cave of a navel that begs to be licked, and he
actually shuddered as I lightly ran my fingers over his smooth skin,
touching the buttery skin lightly, and lingering a bit on his sensitive
little nipples."  Oh my!

   "Dropping to my knees before him, I continued fingering his nipples as I
leaned in and inhaled deeply of his boyish scents, and I was simply unable
to resist licking his soft tummy and dipping my tongue into his tiny
button. The flavor of his skin was dizzying, that sweetness so unique to
young boys, and a hint to perspiration, and I suddenly longed to lick every
tiny patch of that amazing young skin. I opened his fly, and carefully
eased his jeans down his colt-like legs, so slender and totally
hairless. He looked drop-dead sexy standing there in his small white
briefs, and I was delighted he was not wearing the usual baggy boxers so
many of his peers favored. His excited boy treasures bulged strongly
against the thin cotton, and it was clear that he was fully erect. Leaning
in again, I sniffed of his package, and then I sat back to slowly run my
fingers along his inner thighs, my fingers ever so lightly brushing the
delightful bulge of young balls, and he shuddered once more, his boyish
voice making a kind of croaking sound. I glanced up at him, and saw him
watching me intently, and I smiled at him as I slowly lifted my hand, and
grasped his swollen treasures in my palm, squeezing gently on what felt to
be about four inches of rigid boy-cock." Jesus, my cock throbbed.

   "I fondled the boy a good while, my hand milking his young boner over
the briefs as my other hand traveled over his smooth torso and thighs, and
he actually gasped out loud when I leaned in and closed my mouth over his
rigid little rod, exhaling my warm breath over the pulsing tube. Sitting
back on my haunches, I hooked my fingers in the elastic of the briefs, and
began ever so slowly inching them downward. I exposed his snow-white groin,
and noted the smattering of soft and newly emerged strands of pubic hair at
the base of his cock, and then I tugged the briefs out, and down, freeing
that sculpted young erection and a very tight and very pink and hairless
scrotum that bulged with his smallish balls. I eased the briefs down to his
shoes, and he lifted each foot in turn to allow me to completely remove
both briefs and jeans, and then he stood proudly before me, gloriously
naked, and hard as a post. My earlier estimate was confirmed regarding the
four or so inches of splendid boy meat, and while it was narrow of girth,
the circumcised knob was wide, and purple hued with his excitement. I sat
back and admired his abject young beauty for a moment, and then reached for
it, my hand closing around the narrow hardness as I began to slowly pump
him, my free hand moving to cradle those perfect balls as he shuddered and
groaned above me." Oh God, yes!

   "In short order the boy was huffing like a sprint runner, and a steady
flow of glistening wetness began oozing from the tiny slit in his cap, and
my jaw actually ached along the jaw line with my desire to suck this
beautiful specimen of boyhood, and to experience the flavor of his precious
nectar, so I did just that, leaned in and slid that rigid young stalk into
my drooling mouth and began to bob over it, sucking it as I toyed with his
tender nuggets in their silky pouch." Gulp!

   "As is so typical of young boys such as Garret, the excitement rapidly
grew beyond his ability to control it, and as I steadily sucked his
delicious young nail he rocked up onto his toes and threaded his fingers
into my hair as he uttered several unintelligible musings, most of which I
interpreted to indicate his urge to unload those delectable balls I was
busily tugging and rolling. I tasted his flowing precum, and savored it,
while at the same time growing eager for him to spurt the precious
boy-honey I knew was coming, and he did not disappoint, mere seconds later
ejaculating a surprising volume of better-than-ice-cream fresh boy-cum into
my mouth as he tugged at my hair and grunted and gasped aloud." Nurse!

   "Savoring each delicious spurt of Garret's sweet offering confirmed for
me why it was that I undertook the risks of sucking off young boys. There
is simply nothing on this earth more exciting and tasty than having a young
boy ejaculate a warm and creamy load into my sucking mouth, and I dare say
I couldn't give it up regardless the dangers of serious consequence for the
act. When he had finished ejecting his essence into my mouth and I felt his
boyhood begin to wilt, I eased away, letting his cocklett slip from my
lips, and I took a moment to admire it as it softened back into a small
nubbin that rested atop his pink pouch. Looking up at the boy, I winked,
and then opened my mouth wide to let him see his offering on my tongue, and
then I swallowed it down, making a bit of a production of smacking my lips
as he giggled at me, his smooth cheeks flushed with a pink glow of lust."
Nice!

   My BL recorder goes on to tell of his helping the boy to dress, and then
cross the park to a drugstore where they drank a cola and chatted, the boy
amiable to another meeting while Mr. BL of course had no intention of a
repeat performance, not allowing himself to repeat the lurking danger of
the boy deciding to tell someone of his encounter at some future point in
time, after he had reflected on the experience. They had parted then, the
young Garret's mind swimming with a multitude of brand new experiences and
feelings as Mr. BL went his own way, his mind already plotting his next
young prey.

   As much as I wanted to continue on reading of the myriad of other boy
exploits chronicled in the journal, I simply had to relieve the massive
pressure that emanated from my own balls after reading of Garret and
Mr. BL, so I closed the notebook, and took care of my immediate need,
knowing that I would soon resume my reading of Mr. BL so skillfully
bringing my own personal and unrequited fantasies to such vivid life.

(To Be Continued)

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