Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2004 15:10:18 -0700
From: Bob Hook <bobhook10@hotmail.com>
Subject: Condo Kid (Chapter 1)

Hi. My name is Rob. I turned 29 last month, and as a self-birthday present,
I had mustered out of the Air Force, after completeing a 10 year hitch. I
had served as chief pilot on a CK120, the military version of a Boeing 707,
which served as a flying fuel station to fighter jets. My civilian life
plans were to seek a flying career with one of the comercial airlines. Due
to the stringent military requirements, I was in good shape for a dude
headed for 30 years old, standing at 6' and 170 pounds, clean cut, light
brown hair, and hazel eyes. My body is mostly smooth, save for a thin
treasure trail from navel to....yea. The trail ends just above a pretty much
standard issue 6.5" cut model which sports a closely trimmed pubic patch,
and mostly smooth ball bag.

I suppose I should label myself as bi-sexual, since I have enjoyed the
feminine charms at times in my life, but if I was actually forced to choose,
it probably would come down on the side of guys, and given total feedom of
preferrance, without fear of reprisal,  it would definately be young lads in
the 14 to 17 range. alas, since american society severly frowns on such
tastes, this particular penchant of mine had, to date, remained purely in a
fantasy state, enhanced by prolific "look, don't touch" activites at various
parks, beaches, pools, malls, etc.

I'v done a fair share of self analysis regarding my attraction to young
males, and have mostly decided that it actually makes sense in way....I
mean...whats NOT to like about a cute 14 or 15 year old boy, poised right on
the cusp of manhood, though not there yet. You know the type I refer
to....still soft, shaveless skin, slight rudy complexion, perfect,
orthodonticly corrected white teeth, and that melodic voice, that sounds
slightly different each time it speaks, and the lithe, usually lean, just
reaching definition, teen body. These lad's also gain many style points for
the presence of raging teen hormones, and their almost constant erect
status, coupled with their ability to "use it, lose it, then use it again",
almost without limit.

Now, understand that I speak here only from my personal experiences of
having once been both 14 and 15 and 16. Been there, done that, own the tee
shirt, as they say. More to my wonderment, at my current age, I can't for
the life of me understand, how, having been surrounded daily, by what are
now the objects of my deep, secret desires, I actually experienced only very
limited sexual exploration, with only one, of my many bud's of the time!
Maybe its a kind of arrested development thing, but I certainly missed the
boat back then! I suppose it's a bit like a cattle rancher not understanding
what the big deal is about eating a great steak.

So in any event, here I was, freshly returned to civilian life, with
"between career" time on my hands, and no particular place to call home.
Deciding to be a hotel dweller untill I had lined up some gainfull
employment, and therby knowing the geographical local of said employment, I
had banked away my mustering out pay, to be used on a future down payment of
an actual home.

After about 3 weeks of my new freedom, I received a call from my older
sister who lived in Santa Barbara, California. Shari had a great career
thing going with IBM as a Systems Analyist, and was making gob's of money.
She had called to tell me that she was being dispatched by Big Blue to
Australia, then on to Bejing, China, to, I suppose, analize some system or
other, and would be away approximately 4 t 6 months, and would I be
interested in moving in to care take her condo in her absence.

Would I!!!! This was just too perfect!! A chance to get out of living in a
4x4 box with window, and hang out in a sunny California beach condo, rent
free, and fully furnished and equipped, to boot! Sis, I am SO there!!

Shari was scheduled to fly out in a week, so I dissed the hotel room, tossed
my meager posessions in my two year old mustang, and hauled balls for
California. Taking my time to check out some sites along the way, I arrived
in Santa Barbara on Friday, the day before sis's departure. We had a great
time catching up on old times, and ate a scrumptious sea food dinner at a
beach front resturant, and early Saturday morning I drove her L. A. to catch
her flight down under.

After Shari was up and away, I headed the mustang up the coast hiway #1,
which more or less follows the pacific coast line from San Diego to the
Oregon border to the North. This particular stretch of Hiway #1 runs
directly thru the heart of Malibu, Calif, home to the rich and famous. While
the colony is overflowing with fabulous movie star, and T.V. stars, beach
homes, very little can actually be seen from the hiway, so I contented
myself with drinking in the fabulous coast line and it's white, sandy
beaches, kissed by miles and miles of the rolling surf. The trip back to
S.B. took a long time, but waaay better than the 101 freeway, which
generated much similarity to a NASCAR event run by amatures!!

I stopped for lunch in Ventura, just south of my new temporary digs, and ate
lunch at one of the many seaside cafe's that dotted the coast hiway. Sitting
at my patio table, and sipping some iced tea as I waited for my order, I
gazed out over the neighboring strand of California beach. As I soon was to
find typical, there were numerous local families, and, more importantly,
tons of budding teens, sprinkled across the beach, involved in numerious
beach type activities, ranging from frisbee tossing to volley ball, to just
layed out sunning those killer bods!

The volley ball net was setup about 10' from my table, and the current match
consisted of 6 boys that appeared to be about 14 or 15. The play was
vigorous, to say the least, and I was enraptured watching the smooth,
scantily clad, young bodies contorting thru the gyrations of lobbing the
ball back and forth across the net, and flying thru the air in valient
attempts to save the ball from hitting the sand, and scoring a point. Damn,
I wish American culture was more akin to Europe, wherein all these lucious
lad's would have been wearing Speedo type gear, rather than the California
craze that favors those damned baggy, below the knee, type shorts! Vivid as
my imagination is, the eye candy display would most definately have
benifited from tight Speedo suits, stretched tightly across all those boy
packages, presenting them to lecherous eyes like mine in a much more defined
bundle than these dreaded baggies! Oh well....one makes do, I suppose, and
in spite of the over abundance of material, I was sure I managed a brief
flash or two of unencumbered boy meat swinging around in all that excess
cloth, as the owners jumped  and twisted their toned, tanned bodies!
And...for desert, as I thought of it, one tender cutie lost the back of his
shorts briefly on picking himself up from a diving save attempt, and for the
briefest of moments, my eyes feasted on the snow white globes of his
perfect, naked, bubble butt, perfectly divided by a deep cleft that I knew
contained that sweetest of all boy parts! He suffered no end of ribbing from
his cronies following his flashing of the entire beach! Personally, I
silently thanked him!

Repast completed, I returned to the Mustang, and resumed my Northerly trek
to Santa Barbara. Upon reaching town, I stopped to pick up some Chinese take
out food to later be nuked back to life via the micro, so my dinner was
fairly secured. I was in full KISS (keep it simple, stupid) mode, and
figured I could do the domestic scene tomorrow, and get the place stocked
up.

I arrived at sis's condo complex in late afternoon, and feeling like a
local, slid the Mustang under her assigned carport, and parked. Gathering up
my bags of Generals chicken, fried rice, and deep fried prawns, I headed off
to Shari's unit, and went inside. It was a sweet setup, to be sure. The
complex consisted of 60 units, set apart in four seperate wings of 15 units
each, surrounding a huge pool and spa complex to the front of the 2 story
condo's, with a lush garden and lawn area to the rear of each unit. The 2
bedrooms were located at entry level, the master having its own private
bath, and a smaller bathroom/shower off the downstairs hallway. A stairway
led to the living room area, and beyond that the well appointed kitchen,
with yet another bath, and a small den area filled out the upper floor. A
sliding glass door led to a nice sized balcony area that overlooked the pool
complex, and large windows overlook the garden to the rear. Sis had the
place furnished nicely, and I was already feeling at home.

I stashed my Chinese food in the fridge and fixed myself a nice vodka and
tonic, complete with fresh lime. I went out on the balcony and kicked back
to enjoy the late afternoon sun. In checking out the pool area, I noticed a
couple at an umbrella table, chatting and sipping cocktails of their own.
There was another woman, alone, stretched out on a lounge, reading. As my
eyes worked around to the bubbling, steaming, spa, I saw a boy sitting neck
deep in the frothy hot water. I could only see his head and neck, but he
looked to be about 14 or 15, and was very cute, in that special boyish way.
I watched him a while, sipping my drink, and enjoying the warm California
sun. After a bit, he stood up, and, raising his arms over his head,  he
flexed into a huge body stretch, displaying a sparse, thin patch of underarm
hair in each pit, a totally smooth, defined torso, capped with two nickle
sized boy nipples, and  a flat, smooth tummy. Of cours he wore those damned
baggie shorts, but beyond the hem, he displayed nicely shaped legs which,
from here, appeared pretty much hairless. He looked to be maybe 5' 6" or 7",
and was thin, tho not skinny, maybe 140 or so. All in all, my kind of
neighbor!

As I watched,he finished his long stretch, and stepped out of the spa. He
bent down to retrieve his towel, and his wet baggies stretched tautly across
his small boy butt, and wedged enough to define his sweet crack nicely. He
straightend, then turned and walked to the pool. He dropped his towel again,
then dove head first into the pool, his lithe body makeing the smallest of
entry splashes. He surfaced at the far end of the pool, rested a minute,
then pushed off, swimming a strong stroke to the other end, where he
executed a racing flip, and pushed off the wall, swimming a lap in the
opposite direction.

I watched him do 4 more skillfull laps, then he climbed the ladder, and
returned to his towel. Again my luck held, as he bent to retrieve his towel,
and I got another nice view of that bubble butt. He dried his body, then
roughly worked his hair with the towel. Finished, he tossed the towel over
one shoulder, and worked his fingers thru his tangled hair. He walked a few
steps, then slid his feet into some flip flops, then dropped a hand to his
shorts to adjust his package. Taking the towel in hand again, he flippped it
over his head and worked it across his back, thrusting his hips forward in
the process. The soaked material of his shorts was plastered to the front of
him, and his boy cock was clearly outlined by the wet cloth as he toweled
his back. I guessed he was flacid considering the lap swimming, and if I was
correct, he possesed a nice sized dick for his tender age, which should have
some serious potential in the erectus state!!

Finishing his absolutions, he rehung the towel over his shoulder, and
started off toward the building wing opposite mine. He paused in passing the
couple at the table, and they chatted briefly, then laughed. The boy then
continued on to enter the building, and disappeared from view. I waited a
while, scanning the units opposite, then, saw a light come on in the unit
directly across the pool from me. In a moment, the drapes covering the
slider slid open, and my boy passed across the room, heading to the stairway
to the bedroom level. Not long after, a window light on the lower level came
on, but the drapes were closed. I assumed this to be the boy's bedroom, and
made a mental note to keep tabs on same! Shameless, I know!!

Figuring show over for now, I went inside to fix a second drink, and catch
the evening news on T.V.

(More to cumm)

I dunno.....rereading this, seems like a LOT of background! If I decide to
continue this tale, I'll pare it down a bit. Any comments, please feel free,
bobhook10@hotmail.com and....as wut's his name says....keep them pithy!! :-)