Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2005 14:09:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: BusBoy DreamBoy (4)

I got comfortable on the lounge and soaked up the warm sunshine, watching
Ryan swim powerful laps in the sparkling blue pool. His skill was clearly
evident, and it wasn't difficult to see his mastery of the water, a
bi-product of his swim team training. Shortly, I got pretty heated from the
sun, and watching the boy, so I joined him in the pool.

The water was awesome, and I swam a couple of laps, then, sat down on the
steps at the shallow end. Ryan swam to the ladder, and hoisted himself out
of the pool, angling toward the spring board. I groaned softly, watching
his shiny wet body emerge from the water. The slightly olive tone of his
smooth skin was enhanced by the wetness, and the tone of his muscles was
defined from the strenuous swimming. The dark blue of the skimpy Speedo
appeared almost black in its wet state, and it conformed to the sweet
contours of his round little butt nicely as he walked to the board. I
sighed, stricken with his sheer beauty, like some love-sick puppy!

He reached the diving board, and hopped onto it, turning now to face me,
and another groan escaped from my chest! Jesus, I don't know if he looks
better coming, or going, I thought! Well...actually, I did
know...cumming...buckets of cumming....THAT's how he would look best, I was
sure! I watched, as he moved to the very tip of the board, my eyes locked
onto that bulging package of boy parts that the snug Speedo so amply
displayed, and felt a swelling in my own trunks, as my cock reacted to the
vision before me.

He executed a small leap upward, his small feet hitting the board as he
came down, then flexed those smooth, toned legs, and sprung high into the
air. He deftly extended both arms in front of him, hands and feet smartly
joined, and entered the pool with the smallest of splashes. He kicked, and
swam the length of the pool underwater, surfacing just to my left, the
killer smile painted onto his sweet face. "Sweet!" he chirped happily,
"This is a seriously kick-ass pool!" He grinned at me, and settled himself
onto the step beside me. His smooth thigh, and one small cheek of that
creamy butt pressed against my own, and I felt my dick twitch some more
from the electric contact. "Yea, it's pretty sweet, for sure!" I replied,
"Pretty much made for a pro, like you!" He blushed sweetly, and said,
"Dunno about the pro thing, but I could spend some serious time here, for
sure!" I looked at him, and wiggled my eyebrows as lecherously as possible,
and said, "Oh I hope so, hotstuff....then I could spend some equally serious
time sitting here perving on your awesome young body!" He giggled, blushing
even deeper, and slapped at my shoulder, saying, "Perv....geez...you get me
all embarrassed saying that stuff, Dude!" I chuckled, and answered, " I
speak only the pure truth, Little Dude, and they can't hang me for that!"
He giggled again, then pushed off, swimming toward the ladder, and going
for another dive.

In fact, I could have sat there forever watching him stretch and flex that
great body, but had I continued doing that, I was definitely going to need
to explain the major hardon poking my trunks, so I dragged myself up, and
returned to the comfort of the lounge. I stretched out, face down, and
slipped into a light doze in the warm sun. I woke with a start, reacting to
the sudden coolness of water hitting my warm back, and twisted, seeing Ryan
standing at my side, head bent, rapidly shaking his head, and spraying
large dollops of water from his hair to my back! Yelping in shock, I
quickly rolled on my side, and grabbed his arm, jerking him toward me until
his knees hit the lounge, making him lose his balance. He tumbled forward,
as I rolled onto my back, the end result being that he was now lying face
down across my body at a 90 degree angle, that bulging Speedo pressed
firmly against my own crotch!

Neither of us moved for a few seconds, and I could feel his dick swelling,
and pressing into my lower stomach, just slightly higher than my own
thickening cock. I moved a hand onto his smooth lower back, rubbing small
circles on the velvety skin, and slipping lower, so that my fingers traced
along the waist band of his Speedo's. He started to move, and I pressed
down on his back, and said quietly, "Don't get up Ry, I'm really liking
this!" I heard a soft giggle from him, and a whispered, "Perv!" but he
stopped moving, and I continued slowly rubbing his back, edging my fingers
under the tight elastic band of the Speedo's.

I worked my fingers into the Speedo until my middle finger encountered the
indentation of his cleft, and I probed there gently. He flinched slightly,
then shuddered, and I clearly felt his hardness twitch against my groin. It
took my max effort, but I slid my fingers out of his Speedo, not wanting to
freak the boy by invading that sweet bottom, much as I desperately wanted
to do just that. I again stroked his lower back, then, let my palm pass
across his nylon encased bubble, and move down to his inner thigh. I
stroked him there, hearing him emit a small moan, and I felt his hard cock
twitch, again. I curled my hand on the smooth inner thigh, letting my
fingers move to the center, and slightly upward, until my fingertips grazed
his balls where they lay trapped between his legs. He flinched again, and
lifted his head, saying over his shoulder, "Uh...Josh...cool it,
Dude...please...!" I sighed, and removed my hand, lightly slapping that
incredible butt, and answered, "Sure, Champ...sorry..." He twisted, and
pushed himself up, then stood, briefly facing me, and my gaze riveted onto
his erection, seriously tenting the small Speedo, the smooth swollen head
just peeking out above the waist band as the suit strained to contain his
swollen boyhood!

The chilling moment passed in an instant, as his cheeks turned aflame with
a reddish blush, and he turned away, taking quick strides, then, plunging
headlong into the pool. I exhaled, and adjusted my very hard cock in my
trunks, then rolled over on my front side again, fearful that my boldness
had freaked the boy out, and that I had possibly ruined a very good thing
with my stupidity. I lay there chiding myself, and listened to him churn
the water as he swam fast laps for some time. Finally, the pool quieted,
and I sensed his presence beside me, as he folded down on the adjacent
lounge chair, noisily sucking in deep breaths, winded, from his vigorous
swimming.

Some measure of time passed in silence, and finally I couldn't take it any
longer, so I turned on my side to face him. He lay fully stretched out on
his back, literally glowing in the sunlight, one arm stretched across his
eyes. I propped my head up on my elbow, and looked at him, letting my eyes
drift longingly over his smooth chest, the soft, flat tummy, and down to
the still swollen Speedo's. I sighed, and he lifted his arm slightly,
fixing me with those deep blue pools. He grimaced slightly, and squeaked,
"Uh, Josh...?" I raised my eyebrows in response, and held my breath, flat
out scared of what he was going to say. "I got a cramp....can you,
maybe...like...rub my leg...a little bit....please..?" My heart leapt in my
chest, and I willed myself to stay cool, as I slowly rolled into a sitting
position, and answered, "Sure thing, Ry...which one hurts?"

He indicated his right, closest to me, so I scooted a little lower on my
lounge, and leaned over, gently laying my palm onto his firm thigh. I
applied some gentle pressure, and worked my fingers into his smooth skin,
moving up and down slowly, and kneading the perfect flesh. He dropped his
arm back over his eyes, and sucked in a deep breath, then exhaled it, and
parted his legs slightly. "Oh yea...that's good, Dude....sweet...!" Very much
unsure of myself here, I played it very cool, just gently massaging his
thigh from just above the knee, to the leg band of his Speedo's, then
working my fingers from the outside to the inside, letting my fingertips
barley brush against his tight ball sack a few times.

His sweet meat again unfurled in his suit, stretching the already packed
material to its near max, and I gulped hard, straining to resist the
temptation to grasp the shiny garment, and rip it off him, revealing that
sweet morsel that I so desperately wanted to see, and possess! I subtly
brushed his packed balls again, and he grunted softly, and I watched the
deep pink head of his cock push above the waist band again, glistening
wetly. He let out a grunt, and suddenly sat up, saying, "Way better,
Josh....cool.....thanks, Dude!" He quickly reached for his towel, and drug it
across his lap, leaving me sitting there drooling. I worked up a nice smile
for him, and nodded my head, saying, "Cool...sure...!"

I sighed deeply again, then stood, my own erection clearly tenting my
trunks. I watched his eyes flit briefly to my engorged crotch, then quickly
away, a flush crossing his creamy cheeks. I turned, and walked to the pool,
and dove in. Looking behind me after surfacing, I was amazed that there
wasn't a steam cloud rising, where my overheated self had hit the water! I
cooled by doing some laps, while Ryan seemed to just chill on the lounge. I
rested, sitting on the steps again, and puzzled about the events of the
afternoon. I was sure I had stepped over the line earlier, and worried that
I had freaked or offended him. Then, the "I have a cramp" thing, whatever
the intent of that had been. I mean, if the FRONT of your thigh cramps, you
can rub it yourself, right? Go figure!

I decided to just play it light, and see what developed, if anything. I got
out of the pool, dried off, and walked back over to the lounge. I sat down,
and Ryan looked up and grinned at me, and said, "This place is so freeking
awesome, Josh!" I nodded, and reached out to ruffle his soft hair, saying
"That it is, Ry, and, if you won't kill me for saying it, so are you!" he
blushed, and widened his pretty smile, mumbling, "Perv!" Well, Ok, at least
we are back where we started!

Nothing further of a physical contact nature occurred the rest of the
afternoon, and all too soon it was time to get ready for out shift at the
restaurant. We gathered our things, and wandered back to my
apartment. Ryan's things were in my spare bedroom, and he went there,
arranging his work attire of black cargo shorts, and light blue pull-over
knit shirt on the bed. I offered him first go at the shower, and he took a
fresh towel, along with his small sport bag into the bathroom. He nudged at
the door as he entered, but it swung only part way closed, then stopped,
leaving a gap of at least a foot. I poured a glass of iced tea, and sat in
my recliner chair, waiting for my turn, and thinking how much better a
together shower would have been!

Ryan's reflection showed up in the mirror over the sink, and I could easily
see him through the gap of the partly open door. I watched, as he brushed
his teeth, and gargled some mouth wash, then, moved to the shower stall. As
he leaned in to get the water going, his tight little ass flashed into
view, still nicely encased in the Speedo, sadly. Nice as it looked in the
Speedo, I would much rather have glimpsed the real deal, au natural! He
stepped back then and disappeared, reappearing a second or two later, as he
stepped into the stall, rewarding my patience with a very brief glimpse of
the taut skin of his naked bubble butt! The stall door swung closed, and I
could barely discern his naked silhouette through the frosted glass. Note
to self here, replace frosted glass door with clear, immediately!

Fully aware that I currently possessed the single best seat in the house, I
stayed firmly rooted in place. Shortly the water turned off, and I waited
with held breath for his stall exit. The boy is absolutely right about me,
I AM a perv! <evil grin> The stall door snapped, and swung open, and my
heart did that flip, as a naked Ryan flashed quickly across my field of
vision, sadly ensconced in a cloud of steamy vapors, rendering my view to
one no better than the frosted glass had afforded. He disappeared behind
the door again, and I sighed. Is it just me, and my pent-up lust for this
boy, or are there actually subtle signals being passed around here, I
wondered to myself.

Let's take a moment for a brief review. First, I get too touchy-feely, and
am chided. Then, an actual request for me to touch him, which abruptly
halts, when the desired physical effect occurs.  Let's also not forget the
spark of interest in the obvious erection I'm sporting, albeit a very brief
one. And now, the partly open bathroom door, easily corrected, but ignored,
and the entrance/exit of the stall. I had to be reading too much into all
this, I decided, and chalked it up to wishful thinking.

I got up, and started for my bedroom to gather my own shower things, when
suddenly the bathroom door swung fully open, and Ryan emerged, both arms
raised, as he energetically toweled his wet hair. I audibly gasped,
freezing in place, my eyes locking first onto his creamy underarms, smooth,
and hairless, a faint darkness indicating his as yet undeveloped hair
growth. I let my eyes travel down his slim, smooth torso, once again coming
to rest on his taut boy package, this time encased snugly in yet another
pair of the very small bikini briefs that he favored, this time a
shimmering pure white color! Yes, I stared, again, and wouldn't be the
smallest bit surprised to learn that my jaw was hanging like it had a
broken hinge! He stopped, catching me yet again, then blushed deeply, but
with that smile growing over his face, and muttered, "Such....a....PERV....!"
I laughed, and nodded, lifting my palms in mock surrender, and said,
"Busted....again..!" he shook his head, and brushed past me, moving into the
hallway, and I watched his beautiful butt as he went, my nostrils filling
with the wondrous scent that can only be that of a freshly showered boy!

I shook my head, clearing the sensory overload, and grabbed my things,
heading into the bathroom. Fuck it, I decided, and left the door mostly
open, too!

(To Be Continued)
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