Date: Fri, 4 Nov 2005 13:24:40 -0800 (PST) From: Rob Hoek Subject: Chat Room Boy (4) Bret and I braved the icy Tahoe waters once more, taking a brief dip to both refresh, and to eradicate any trace evidence of our earlier sexual encounters. As we stood on the boat toweling dry, I realized that the sun had settled pretty low on the horizon, telling me that it was late afternoon already. Damn, if it isn't the truth that time just fly's, when you're having fun! I watched hungrily as Bret bent down to retrieve his shorts and shirt from the deck of the boat, my eyes zeroed in on his very cute little butt. I hadn't ventured into that particular part of his very tempting anatomy during today's adventures, though I had been sorely tempted, finally deciding that it might be a touch extreme for his first time out. All in good time, I told myself, remembering an old proverb I heard someplace that touted patience, faith, reward. As Bret stepped his nicely shaped legs into the shorts, I stepped over, and gave his cute boy stuff one last grope for the day, eliciting a sweet giggle from him, as he quickly dropped the shorts, and spread his legs wide. I chuckled, and said, "Getting late, horn-dog, much as I'd love a round three, we better get a move on." He grinned, nodding his head, but making no move to separate his growing cock from my grasp. Jesus, I thought, ain't youth grand, two major cums in the last few hours, and here he is, all good to go again. I sighed, and reluctantly released his turgid meat, moving into the driver's seat of the boat. He finished getting decent, and settled onto the passenger seat for the short ride back to the Tiki pier, where the whole blessed adventure had begun a few short hours before. A few minutes later, we were idling into the pier, and I eased the Prostar into the dock, and secured a bow line. We sat in the boat a few minutes, talking, and making plans to meet again the following day. He was unsure as to his Mothers schedule until he checked in with her at home, so I gave him my cell, and home numbers to call me after he knew her plans. It is my good fortune to have a high degree of flexibility in both my business, and personal lives, so that no matter the restrictions on his time, we could work around it. For my part, I was more than pleased at his obvious eagerness to get together again soon. We said our goodbyes, and I had to resist the temptation to touch him once more, deferring to the small gathering of tourists gathered on the pier directly above our position. Bret scampered over the side of the boat, gave me one last dazzling smile, and was gone. I cranked up the boat, and idled out beyond the wake buoy, then hammered the throttle, reveling in the powerful response of the boat, as I pointed it East toward Incline Village, and home. As I started past the little cove that was Secret Harbor, I slowed the boat, and steered closer to shore, taking one last peek at the few nude guys that remained on the beach. I tipped my hat to them, in a gesture of what might have been, had Bret felt comfortable enough to venture naked onto the beach earlier. It no doubt would have made the day for the gay beach bums, having a naked, and horny fourteen year old in their midst, and who knows what may have developed. Some very bizarre happenings had been known to occur at Secret Harbor, often fueled by the free flowing booze, and wacky- tobacky that the place was well known for. Oh well, I thought once again, all in good time. Reaching my marina, I berthed the boat, and pulled the cover into place, then headed down the dock toward my condo. Once inside, I hit the shower, warming my slightly chilled body under the warm spray. I reached down, and lightly stroked my cock, remembering the events of this afternoon, and greatly looking forward to further exploration with my new little chat room buddy. Deciding that I had had sufficient adventure for one day, I ordered in a pizza, flipped on the big screen, and settled in for the night. As I was half dozing in my recliner, the ringing phone jostled me from my stupor, and in answering it, I was greeted by the melodic voice of young Bret. "Hey, hot-stuff....what's shaking?" I asked him, and he responded by telling me that his day would be pretty much free, anytime after about nine in the morning. That worked for me as well, and I asked him what he wanted to do. I felt a very definite twing in my balls when he responded sweetly, "I want to do more of what we had to stop doing today....a lot more!" I chuckled, and gave it a minutes thought, hoping for a venue a bit more private than we had out on the lake. After a short consideration, I said, "Well, more of that certainly works for me, big time, would you like to maybe come here to my place, hang out at the pool, maybe?" His response to that suggestion was both quick, and positive, and I received another ball lurch, when he added, "Hanging at the pool is cool for a while, but I want to see your place, inside, too." I chuckled, adjusting my growing cock in my shorts and replied, "Totally, Bret, for sure, a guy has to be careful about too much of this high elevation sun, right?" He giggled sweetly, and answered, "Oh, for sure, like, my Mom is always telling me to be sure and spend some of the day out of the sun." I smiled, and replied, "A very wise woman, your Mother." He giggled again, and squeaked a small, "Uh huh." We made plans for me to meet him in Kings Beach, a few blocks from his house, after which we would return to my condo for a day of sunshine, swimming, and, well, a fair amount of indoor sport, as well. I could hardly wait. (To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com Sorry for the brief chapter, and the near lack of action, this time out. I'm a little up against the clock today, and will do better next time, promise!