Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2005 13:07:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chat Room Boy (14)

   It was getting to be late afternoon, and Jason told me he needed to get
back to Meeks Bay, as his mother was picking him up there on her way home
from work. We braved the chilly water once more, swimming back to the boat,
and once on board, toweled off, and headed back across the lake. As I
guided the boat through the afternoon chop, I smiled, seeing the two boys
cuddled closely on the bench seat, giggling and grab-assing, their hands
freely roaming over each others scantily clad bodies. It seemed that
perhaps a barrier had been torn down between them, and I was hopeful that
their openness with each other would foretell of things to come, if you
will forgive the pun.

   As we approached the harbor entrance, the boys cooled it, needing the
time to lose the erections that seriously tented their trunks. I chuckled,
as they chided each other over the state of their well stimulated cocks,
and shook my head at the wonder of teenage recuperative powers. We idled
inside the marina, and stopped at the guest dock to disembark Jason. We
stood, and he bumped his closed fist against mine, then, gripped me in a
brief hug, telling me what an awesome afternoon it had been, and he hoped
to see me again soon. I assured him that I would not be difficult to
locate, and sent him on his way armed with both my home, and cell, phone
numbers. Bret snuggled in along side me, and we exited the harbor, and
added power, heading for Kings Beach, and the Tiki pier. The sun was
dropping behind the Western peaks, and the boat traffic had all but
disappeared from the lake, and when we were maybe a mile off shore from
Kings Beach, Bret leaned close, speaking into my ear over the roar of the
engine. His warm breath on my ear sent a zing through my balls, which was
elevated, as he slid his hand into my lap, and gripped my rapidly growing
cock. "Don't I remember you owing me a blowjob, Mister Kelly?" I chuckled,
and reached a hand into his once again tented lap, and replied, "You
absolutely do remember that, little bud, and I am totally ready to pay up,
here, and now!" He giggled, and thrust his stiff nail against my hand, as I
used the other hand to kill the power, and the engine, letting the boat
fall into a free drift. I had a look around, as Bret slid out of his
trunks, freeing his beauty of a rock hard cock. Satisfied that we were in
no danger of discovery from any nearby boats, I quickly skinned out of my
own trunks, and dropped to the carpeted deck, tugging the nubile, and
naked, boy down with me.

  We did a serious tongue dance, our hands roaming over each other, as our
mutual excitement quickly grew. I pulled back slightly, and spun around,
deftly sliding his steely cock into my mouth, as I thrust my own at him,
assuming the classic sixty-nine position. Bret groaned, as I sucked his
turgid length into my mouth, and began bobbing up and down on it, and I
mixed in a groan of my own, as he mimicked my action, slipping my aching
cock into his tender mouth. Our heads slid up and down each others meat,
fingers nudging at plump ball sac's, as our passion quickly grew to fever
pitch, each of us exploding nearly simultaneously, and pouring our creamy
fluids into each others hungry mouth. Not wishing to push our luck too far,
and risk a passing boat becoming curious as to the seeming lack of
occupants to our boat, we got back into our trunks, and continued on to
shore. A slightly flushed Bret clung to my arm, and nuzzled my neck,
chiding me for what he termed a quicky-on-the-water, as we giggled like
school girls over our heated recklessness. At the pier, Bret grabbed me in
a quick hug, then, hopped onto the dock, climbed the steps, and was gone,
as I ran my tongue through my mouth, savoring his slightly acrid after
taste, as I backed away from the pier, and set course for Incline Village,
and home. It had been a honey of a day, to be sure, and I was suddenly very
hungry.

   Reaching home, I secured the boat, and had a long, hot shower, as a
frozen Lasagna bubbled in the oven. I pulled on some soft fleece shorts,
sans undies, and mixed myself an adult beverage, settling in front of the
evening news, as I waited for the pasta to reach serving temperature. My
quiet little interlude was briefly interrupted when Randy phoned, reminding
me of the party at the hillside mansion of the wealthy member of our little
circle of boy lovers, two days hence. He was obviously excited about the
upcoming event, and openly enthused that I absolutely had to bring along
the nubile Bret, who would doubtless be the absolute hit of the party. I
chuckled, telling the obviously randy, Randy that Bret's attendance was
entirely his call, and that we would just have to wait, and see. He rang
off then, and I went to the kitchen, ready to attack the lasagna, some good
french bread, and a salad.

   My dinner, and the aftermath, taken care of, I settled into my recliner,
and phoned Bret, then, filled him in on the upcoming gathering, including
my summation of the events most likely to occur there, leaving very little
to the imagination. He was definitely intrigued, and asked several
questions regarding what would be expected of him, should he elect to
attend, and I shot straight with him in response, telling him that while it
was definitely a sex-themed occasion, the very stanch rules were that
whatever took place was strictly on a permission basis. I made it clear
that while virtually anything would go, nothing, and no one, would be in
any way forced to participate in anything they weren't comfortable
with. Just so that there would be no misunderstanding, I made it abundantly
clear that it was a gathering of men, and boys, primarily there for carnal
purposes. I added that given his abject cuteness, and sexiness, he could
count on a lot of attention, and that while he would be there "with" me,
there was little chance of his not being hit on by the other men that would
be there, at least to the point that he clearly stated no thank you. He
seemed quite excited at the prospect, and told me he would get some kind of
cover story together for his Mother, and confirm his attendance tomorrow. I
let him go, fixed another libation, and settled back in my recliner, my
mind reviewing the last of these hillside orgies that I had attended. I had
gone solo that time, and by dawn, I had sampled the charms of three very
willing boys, and had staggered home exhausted, and sated, the satisfied
grin staying on my face for days after.

   The next day, I attended to some shopping, and business, and was in the
car headed for home, when Bret called my cell. After some brief chat, he
excitedly confirmed that he had secured solid cover from a friend, and
squared things with his Mom that he was spending the night with the
friend. He would, indeed, be attending the party/orgy, and we made
arrangements to meet the next afternoon. I told him that things usually
warmed up around the lavish pool at the mansion, and that he should bring
along swim wear, and maybe some sexy briefs for lounging around the game
room, though it was entirely possible that neither would actually be
needed. He giggled sweetly through this discourse, and I could almost
picture the soft little glow on his creamy smooth cheeks. I found myself
growing erect, as I listened to him enthuse about the prospects of a
man/boy gathering such as this, and I mentally visualized the stir his
lithe body would certainly arouse among the attendees, myself very much
included. I admit to a small pang of jealousy, as I considered that I would
be sharing him, but chided myself for it, and recalled my remark to Randy,
that I didn't own him, after all, and as long as whatever took place was of
his choosing, I was cool with it. Hell, I planned on dipping some fresh
young meat myself, so who was I to be jealous.

   As the time to meet Bret approached, I showered, slipped on some new
silk boxers, and a pair of shorts, polo shirt, and sandals. I put a couple
of Speedos, some briefs, and a couple bottles of lube into my small gym
bag, and headed out to meet my boy date. He was waiting as arranged,
looking totally hot, dressed in some very snug, and brief, shorts that
hinted very nicely at the treasures they contained, topped by a rather
loose fitting tank top that exposed his creamy soft underarms, and a good
deal of his satin smooth chest, if he leaned forward so that the material
sagged away from his slim frame. In certain positions, his pert nipples
became visible, and looked deliciously suckable, which I knew to be a
fact. He grinned, and giggled excitedly, as we wound our way up Mt. Rose,
and turned off on the very private, and very guarded, road leading up to
the mansion. Harry, our host for the event, spared no expense in hiring a
very discreet private security firm for these occasions, lest anyone
surprise the gathering by an inadvertent wrong turn onto the private
road. We rolled into the circular drive that fronted the mansion, and
surrendered the car to the cute young valet kid, and climbed the sweeping
staircase that led to the massive front doors. Bret was suitably impressed
with the sheer grandeur of the place, as was I, even though I had seen it
before. It was a miniature castle in the sky, and damned impressive, no
matter the number of times you might see it.

   We were greeted as we entered the great reception hall by a liveried
butler, an older, silver haired gentleman, who cast a look over Bret that
belied the hunger he was sensing as he all but openly stared at the
tempting lump at Bret's crotch. He took our small bags, then, led the way
to one of several small alcoves that had been arranged around the massive
space, each separated into a degree of privacy by large potted plants, and
fichus trees. Within the alcove sat a small settee, and a wing chair,
fronted by a small table with a flickering candle. The space was to serve
as our "home base" during the festivities, a place to secure some degree of
privacy, should either of us wish to change clothes, or share some
semi-private time with a friend. The butler gave Bret one more drooling
look, and departed, as we set our bags on the floor, noted the location of
out little space, then, ventured forth to investigate the happenings.

   The first several alcoves we past were unoccupied, and some soft mewing
sounds emanating from another caught my attention. I took hold of Bret's
elbow, and paused, moving closer to the shaggy potted tree that surrounded
the small space. The arranged foliage was strategically placed to create
the illusion of some privacy from within, and at the same time cleverly
placed to allow passersby a decent view of the activities taking place
inside. As I stepped closer to the plants, I heard a boyish squeal of
delight waft over the branches, and I peered between the leaves. A naked
boy of perhaps thirteen was standing in front of the small settee, his
fingers entwined in the snow-white hair of a man in his sixties who was
seated, and avidly sucking the young urchins very stiff penis, while his
stubby fingers tugged on the boys plump ball sac, and probed the depth of
his very cute little ass crack. I tugged on Bret's elbow, and shifted
aside, watching his pretty face, as he peered into the alcove. His eyes
widened, and a flush crossed his cheeks, as he watched the tableau play out
before him. The boy mewed again, and lifted up on his toes, as the man's
thick finger burrowed into his small hole, probing his soft anus, as he
bobbed up and down on the boy cock. I heard a soft gasp from Bret, and
watched, as his hand moved to his crotch, fingers gripping his rapidly
growing erection where it lay trapped in the small, tight shorts that he
wore.

   As we watched, the boy began thrusting his tight little butt, working
his turgid little nail in and out of the mans sucking mouth, until he
grunted loudly, and ejected his small load into the mans hungry mouth. Bret
was rubbing his hard cock now, and I slid my hand onto his cute butt,
groping the solid mounds of flesh with my fingers as we watched the
pair. The man eagerly swallowed the boys offering, and continued to finger
his pretty ass, as he withdrew from the boy's small penis, and lifted him
onto his lap. His own erection was solid, and waving off his crotch, and I
noticed the man's pubic hair was as white as the thick thatch on his
head. He held the boy, and positioned his rampant cock in line with the
tiny pink rosebud centered in the cleft of that creamy butt, then, lowered
the boy, piercing his small opening, and embedding himself fully into the
tight rectum. The boy squealed with delight, his blond head rolling back on
his shoulders, as he began a rhythmatic raising, and lowering, of his slim
body, impaling himself on the older mans Viagra fed erection. The old man
grunted furiously, a tight grimace on his wrinkled face, as the lad rode
his thick cock, while the man held tightly to the twin peach halves of his
sweet little ass. A few strokes later, the man moaned loudly, and slammed
his heavy hips upward, impaling the squealing boy fully, as he erupted, and
pumped his heavy load into the young boy's bowels. They settled then, the
man gasping for breath, as the boy sagged into his stout body, and buried
his face in the silver hair that coated the mans chest. I smiled at the
wide eyed Bret, and nudged him along, resuming our exploration of the
mansion. As we walked, Bret continued to stroke his very prominent erection
through his now very tight little shorts.




We came to a set of very large french doors that were standing open, and
led onto the huge patio where the swimming pool was located. Walking
outside, we were greeted by the incredible sight of numerous men, and boys
scattered over the huge patio area, some cuddling, and touching, others
just sunning, or frolicking in the giant pool. I steered Bret toward Harry,
our host, who was holding forth at the center of the huge patio area,
chatting with various guests. We approached, and I shook his hand, then,
introduced Bret. Harry greeted Bret, taking his hand in his own. I watched
as Harry's eyes traveled over Bret, and settled on his very swollen
crotch. Harry smiled, then turned his attention to me, and asked, "Is that
as nice as it looks, Kelly, because if so, I think we all need a look at it
before it just snaps off inside those very sexy little shorts!" I chuckled,
and dropped onto a chair, steering Bret to stand in front of me, facing the
small crowd that had suddenly gathered. I slid my hand up inside Bret's
tank top, then, around to his front side, where I lovingly pinched his
little nipples before tugging the shirt over his head, and discarding it. A
small rumble of approval rose from the observers, as I slid the palm of my
hand across the front of Bret's shorts, giving his rock hard cock a squeeze
in the process. Bret groaned softly as I publicly fondled him a bit, then,
opened the snap on his shorts. I tugged the small garment down his smooth
legs, and he stepped out of them, and spread his legs slightly, and moved
his arms up, clasping his hands behind his head. I ran my fingers over his
hairless torso, and tweaked his rigid nipples, as the small crowd cooed
appreciatively. Moving my hands back to his waist, I slid my fingers under
the elastic of the small briefs he wore, and pulled them down his legs, and
off. His granite hard cock stood straight, and proud, jutting off his
sparse pubic patch at a sharp upward angle, pulsing with his rapid heart
rate. The crowd emitted a group moan of pleasure, as Bret stood naked
before them, and my fingers closed around his smooth shaft.

   Harry licked his lips, and nodded his head, silently passing approval on
the naked boy before him. I slowly stroked Bret's erection, and ran my
other hand between his open legs from behind him, and gently jostled his
plump balls with my fingers. He rolled his head back, and moaned softly, as
Harry stepped closer, and ran his fingers over Bret's chest, and
nipples. As Harry and I continued to pleasure Bret, another man in his
forties urged his boy to the front of the assembled group, and stood him
facing Bret, a couple of feet away. He sat behind his boy, and began
mimicking my movements, stroking his boy as a mirror image of me, and Harry
manipulating Bret. The new boy was equally stunning, a slim, and lithe lad
of maybe twelve, very smooth, and hairless, save for a small growth of
silky pubes at the very base of his pretty cock. He looked to be about four
inches, and thin of girth, nicely cut to expose a round, pink head with
just a trace of purple. His balls were absolutely hairless, and snug
between his thighs, and when I looked closer, I noticed a very fine silver
chain encircling the very top of his scrotum, causing his sac to appear
fuller, and tighter, than it actually was. It was a nice touch, and easily
marked the boy as the property of the man that had placed the shiny trinket
there in the first place.

   The overload of stimulation that Bret was receiving, both physically
from me and Harry, and visually, from watching the other boy being openly
fondled in front of him, had him quickly reaching his edge, and I felt his
cock spasm several times in my fingers. I quickly reached over to the
nearby table, and dipped my index finger into the large crystal bowel of
lube that rested there, and dipped it between the firm melons of Bret's
pretty ass, pressing against his tight pucker with the slick digit. He
groaned, and I felt his resistance go slack, as I pressed into the small
wrinkle, and slipped inside his warm, soft tunnel. A small groan of
approval arose from the observers, as I began fingering his ass, stabbing
over his hard little prostate as I went in and out, all the while stroking
the length of his gleaming cock. The other man matched my movements, now
finger fucking his own boy as his hand moved rapidly over the small
erection, and he nudged his boy closer, so that he and Bret faced each
other, almost touching, "Cum on him, baby!" Harry hissed at Bret, as he
tugged sharply on Bret's swollen nipples, while I continued to prod his
chute, and jerk his leaking cock. "Unggg.....agggg...!" sang Bret, as the
younger boy echoed his chants, until suddenly Bret erupted, shooting
several rapid jets of his pearly cum onto the heaving torso of the younger
boy. The younger boy's eyes popped wide, as the warm jets of Bret's
discharge washed over him, and his own cock exploded, blasting his slightly
more watery essence onto Bret's stomach, and coating the back of my
hand. The group broke into a small a smattering of applause, then, began to
disperse, as all of us men released the two boys, and nudged them in the
direction of the pool, with directions to clean up, and cool down. Harry
patted me, and the other guy, on the back, a huge smile telling us that he
had enjoyed the little impromptu show, as he steered us toward the bar for
a drink. As we toasted each other, I glanced over to the pool, and smiled,
seeing Randy seated beside Bret, their feet dangled in the water, and their
hands busy in each others laps. The party, it seemed, was off to a very
interesting start.

(To Be Continued)
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