Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2006 11:48:34 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: First Resolutions; Part Two

First Resolutions
By: Aberration

Part Two -- The Seashore and Speedos

But first something completely different...

Well, not really, I just had to use that for some stupid reason. What I
need to do now is explain that originally First Resolutions was conceived
as a concept that had similar circumstance, that of resolving something for
the first time, but with different scenarios, or vignettes if you
will. Whether that is short or long is hard too say, so if you think I hit
on a good story line, or have a suggestion, please let me know.

Many Thanks!
Comments are welcome at aberration@hush.com

All the usual disclaimers apply.

This is a story involving consensual sex between the principal characters,
which may include grown men and underage boys. If this type of story
offends you, or is not to your liking, then leave now. This is not true. It
is merely a figment of the author's imagination. The author does not
condone unsafe sex, and absolutely does not encourage sex with underage
people no matter the form.

"To Keep the Truth to one's self is not a lie."  - Spock


The Seashore and Speedos

The first vacation, ever, working hard and having some luck and minor skill
in investments I was able to retire quite young, forty-two as a matter of
fact. I was never married, supported what most friends and relatives wanted
to believe, that the injury had imposed a lack of drive.

I was kicked squarely in the testicles by a mule when I was still a boy,
losing the right one and since that reduced my chances of procreation; they
all made the assumption that it was the cause for my lack of interest in
sex.

"Uhm, that's not entirely accurate, Mr. President. Area Fifty-One exists."

Actually my sex life was completely limited, satisfied only by porno and
self stimulation, but well, there are many variations on that theme as
well, right? On very rare, averaging about twice a year, occasions I would
avail myself of professionals, but not the gender they all believed as
well. No, I would hire the youngest looking male prostitute I could locate
and while with him, imagine it was my true desire. My skill at mentally
morphing those sporadic encounters had gotten quite good and while driving
toward the freedom of not having to struggle for a living, it kept me from
going insane.

As a youth myself I was actually very active, but youth is marvelous for
covering the true nature of a relationship and combined with the `boys will
be boys' attitude of the time, I was never revealed of my preference, which
if you haven't guessed and simple can't fathom how you wouldn't, I am a boy
lover. Their laughter, mischievous natures, the honest answers and smiles,
there isn't much to not love; even the mood swings and tantrums are
loveable, because they are far outweighed by the positives.

Only twice have my inter generational relationships included sex as an
expression of that love and honestly one of those I was still quite a boy
myself, there was however the six year difference in ages, so technically
it is categorized in that manner.

I can't ever recall a time that I didn't enjoy looking at boys and even
some young men, occasional one so appealing it would create butterflies in
my stomach. Discovering masturbation myself, at around age seven and
shortly after making the connection between the queasiness and a stiff
penis began my conniving ways to discover if other boys could achieve those
marvelous tingles.

I was apprehended, or caught, several times before the accident, but as I
said earlier, the reaction was one of `that's boys for you!' Then the
injury and while quite seriously, it dampened my abilities for well over a
year, it never lessoned the desire. Afterward it provided a wonderful cover
for continued activity as I went through puberty, quite normally, and
approached young adult status.

As I turned fourteen, most things were completely back to normal, bodily
functions were fine and the plastic surgery gave the impression I was in
tact. Masturbation had returned with a vengeance, most times accomplished
at least twice a day. My thoughts and fantasies began to run around with
shadowed versions of classmates, mall sightings and television, except it
was quite discernable they were younger. The sixth graders that I worked
hard to catch glimpses of as they finished their P.E. and ours was just
beginning, little guys out with mom shopping and the sometimes
intergenerational man/boy programs on TV, they all fueled my imagination.

That holiday season we traveled to my grandparent's, along with their other
two adult children with families and I believe there were about fifteen or
sixteen people total, but only five of us not having reached `adulthood'.

The good news, well it turned out to be GREAT news, the only other boy was
my eight year old cousin, Ricky.

Forty-five pounds, 3 foot six inches, bundled into the totally all-American
boy, which, la dee da, meant he HATED girls and we bonded instantly. Bonded
hell, I fell in love, his blonde hair and deep, blue eyes, the giggle of
crazed hyenas when tickled and the best part; he immediately developed the
hero worship thing for me. The bad news (isn't there always ying and yang),
was that since I'd had the `accident', all us kids would share my room,
none of the girls older then six, everything would be fine.

Yeah real fine, dammit, how could I be alone with Ricky, I had counted on
bedtime, now what the fuck was I supposed to do?

YING!

Ricky made such a fuss over not attending an evening dinner at a local
restaurant, I was elected to remain home to `baby-sit', which only caused a
spiteful; "I'm NOT a baby!" after the hustle had FINALLY gotten half-assed
organized and left. Now it was just the lad who had just opened the door
for the classroom of sex-ed one oh one and me.

Employing that retort initiated a dare session and seeing my genitals, much
different then his own, slowly lengthen out and stiffen, accepting the
offer to feel it and he was hooked. We inspected his next and he thanked me
for explaining why it got stiff all the time and we employed our new
knowledge on each others boners.

When I stopped him and leaned over to slurp up all of his two and half
inches and his little berries he gasped in astonishment and just stared bug
eyed as I sucked and licked over his hairless jewels.

"AHhhh," I overacted smacking my lips, causing a giggle, cut off as he got
a really good look at my four and half inches slowly coming closer to his
lips.

"Com'on, Ricky," I softly moaned, "Fair's fair, suck it a little bit, or
are you a baby?"

That was the first time I ever came in anyone's mouth and while he was
really pissed at first, he bought my line of making his grow faster
bullshit, decided it wasn't all that bad and he'd have to try it again,
just to be sure.

Of course what really hooked him were those marvelous tingles that finally
turned into explosions as he experienced his first true dry orgasms,
multiple ones that racked his smooth, sleek little eight year old body
until it ached and became painful.

I'll never forget the crown of my penis slipping inside him, his gasp and
reaction causing me to slide entirely within his rectum, the fireworks
going off in my head after pumping and grunting for less than a minute I'm
sure, spurting myself into him with sporadic and jerking thrusts until I
collapsed off to the side exhausted.

It was a marvelous holiday, two weeks of scurried meetings, furtive
fondling and some mind blowing orgasms.

He cried a little when it ended.

YANG!

He assured me of his loyalty and we never got to see each other again, but
I did hear he kept active, but that's enough already.

My second foray was also my last and was frightening enough to instill
certain celibacy, until the above mentioned vacation.

Patience, we'll get there! I'll make this a short explanation.

My junior year of high school, I enlisted in a program of tutoring and was
hooked up with an irresistible, drop fucking dead gorgeous, budding jock,
whose English grade was going to kill any athletics unless he improved. We
took care of that easily with my incentive program; it only took a few days
to ensure him he would get his blossoming four inches of barely wet
cumming, randy and rampant boyhood sucked for every passing grade he could
obtain.

Unfortunately I created a monster and when he and five of his buddies were
caught in an all out boy orgy in his basement he unwittingly implicated me
when questioned on his obtaining knowledge of such activity at only twelve
years old. The `explanation' I was issued by his father was serious to the
point that for twenty-six years I never got close to attempting anything.

Then I vacationed in Europe, the beaches specifically and was enthralled
with dozens of skimpily suited specimens of oh so lovely young boyhood to
middle adolescents. For days I simply, but modestly cataloged images taken
slyly, gazed for hours at what literally could be a playground of untold
delights, for both of us.

My next destination of the western beaches found me on a true `Horn of
Dilemma'.

My second day entrenched in the sand, but comfortably arranged for a
lengthy stay, the accommodations I was using providing walk up service if
desired. On the first mimosa I recognized a particular little scamp from
the previous day. I'd quite thoroughly enjoyed observing him, especially
his sporadic tugs and twists at the far from modest, thong-like suit he was
wearing, the adjustments frequently featuring a near transparent vision of
his apparently quite adequate genitals, for a lad of about eleven I
guessed.

He recognized me as well and rather quickly gravitated my way, under my
watchful eye, which it seemed he also recognized, until we exchanged
greetings and he quite deliberately positioned himself so his marvelous
package could not help but be the center of my attention.

I didn't disappoint him, but I didn't take too much liberty, just a nice
slow once over and smiled back to him. He turned out to be quite
intelligent, beyond his almost eleven years, chatty and a pleasant
companion. Imagine my surprise, after discovering we were at the same
accommodations, when he invited himself to join me in lunch and scampered
off to grab the hand of some one he introduced as his `father', seconds
later.

The difference much too apparent, the easy way in which he released his
`son' to a complete stranger and I was sure my little companion was a
rascal or urchin and the man his pimp and protector. I wasn't that far
wrong, just uncannily lucky, stumbling into a man/boy relationship and the
man was encouraging his young partner to expand his horizons. An uncanny
gesture from a boy lover I thought, those never having are greedy I
suppose, but those thoughts are ahead of this tale. Again.

My curiosity far out weighed my danger signals at this juncture however and
I completely enjoyed his company over sandwiches and ice tea. We just lay
soaking up a little bit of sun, his borrowing my lotion and slathering his,
might as well be naked, young body was, I was sure, quite a deliberate show
and I was awaiting the for the fee structure to be discussed.

He literally dragged me into the water, pulling and laughing in a wonderful
serenade, engaged me in horseplay where there were several deliberate
exposures of his tumescence, rubbed against my thigh, buttocks and brushed
against the back of my hand.

No one could hold back under such stress and I tented my shorts
continuously. Allowing myself to take further liberty and educate him as to
the excitement he caused. I gripped him around the chest and tickled,
letting his giggles fill my ears and my throbbing hard erection to slip
inside the band of his suit. I let his wiggling slide my hard on against
the soft cheek of his delightful little ass and while still torturing with
my fingers, nibbled on his left earlobe.

"Cuuum," he stuttered in between attacks, still for the moment, yet my cock
throbbing against his sleek flesh. "Make us squirt, the ocean will wash it
away!" he whispered hoarsely and I saw the front of his suit stretched
obscenely by his impressively long boner, astonished, wondering if he could
indeed wet cum.

I guided us out a little deeper and nuzzled his neck, stopping only on his
warning of the others present and being obvious. I took up the attack and
he squealed and wiggled with a purpose, the water hiding us enough that I
could reach under his suit and stroke his nearly five inches and as I
grunted and released against his wonderfully soft body, he echoed my soft
whisper and I saw the cloudy jets surrounding his covered erection as he
released his seed for the creatures of the sea.

Fatigue for me set in immediately and I maneuvered us toward shallower
areas, letting him go so he could float and bend slightly, his penis still
not softening. We just stopped and faced each other and snickered at our
adventure, all unbeknownst to the crowd enjoying the day not a hundred
yards form us.

"Let's go to your room," he smiled brilliantly.

To say I made up for lost time does it justice, for the first time in many
years I was more then ready to go again within minutes, watching as this
lovely boy slowing and with practiced care, licked, sucked and aroused me
until taking my release, every drop and swallowing it with pleasure.

We napped for no more then an hour and he was at it again, with lubricant
this time and nirvana was achieved as he kneeled astride me, ready too
lower himself, his suit totally gone for the first time and I'm to see he's
quite precocious, his eleventh birthday two months off and he possesses a
bush most thirteen year olds would die to have, not too their mention many
with smaller cocks then his.

As he slipped the gates of sodomy over my aching erection and sheathed
himself around me, I stroked his soft, much beyond his years, penis into
another proud erection and stroked his nearly six inches slowly, as he
urged himself onto the full length of my cock, then bounced with catlike
litheness that had me gasping in only a few strokes.

He squirts minutes later, I manage to catch a few droplets and swoon at
it's fragrant and delicate flavor, my cock expanding and jetting my
release, weekly I admit, but it was still deep in his rectum. He sighed and
collapsed against my chest and we napped again, spent beyond resolution.

I was awakened by his kiss and bright smile, softer but not lacking in pure
joy, him scurrying to get out of bed and scampering for the bathroom,
requesting assistance with a bath over his shoulder.

`Unbelievable!' I thought to myself, heart soaring with the excitement of
such an unexpected event, still wondering how much this would cost me, old
habits die hard.

"No funny business in the tub, please," He dutifully informed me as he sat
in about a three quarter filled tub of clear water. "But I'll probably get
hard when you wash my wiener!" he giggled so little boy like, the full
formed and lushly appointed soft four inches of uncircumcised penis so out
of place with the rest of him.

Frankly, to just be able to slide and stroke my hands over his eighty-six
pound, sleek and soft mass of boyhood so enraptured me that we had to
refill the tube twice and yet still hadn't said another word.

After being fluff dried, he discovered the baby oil and we grabbed the rest
of the towels and prepared the bed, where we spent the next thirty minutes,
soaked and slithering, kissing and suckling each other. Our groins smeared
with oil and precum, we kissed slowly, sucked each tongues and slowly
worked each other's erection into our fists. I eased him back first and
stroked him faster, timing his breathing until he tensed, huffed, twitched
and spurt three large globs of sticky liquid onto his tummy.

He exhaled slowly, hand not moving, but fingers lightly squeezing, until he
caught his breath and then raising, he switched his fingers attention to my
one real ball and began the most amazing blow job, his tongue marvelous and
timing just perfect until his fist pumped the bottom half and he sucked on
the top as I spurted my release. With sparse movements, but much moaning
and grunting, I filled his mouth and he moaned back as he swallowed, eyes
closed, body on automatic, and savored a different man's release.

Through pillow talk I learned of his difficult life, his father dying of
alcohol poisoning when he was five, the progression of his equally
alcoholic mothers' boyfriends, some friendly and likable, most aloof and
denying his existence, then the one that got him sent away in foster
care. There was no where else for him to go after she died from the
beating, but he'd gotten used to it, learned how to get favors or
protection from the older boys, learned how to use his little body to
survive.

Then having precocious puberty thrown into the mix, he already had about
twenty soft pubes in each arm pit as well as his just short of adult bush
and he was driving the care system bonkers, referred to as monkey, for he
would masturbate furiously if given the opportunity and had even arranged
several `raids' on new arrivals. Usually with two accomplices, just
embarrassingly harass the sometimes prepubescent into some feeling and
masturbating for them. One thirteen year old, though, and he was insistent,
he could only get off if he was fucked and literally begged for it. All
three coveted their new butt boy, but they got caught in the basement and
that home was broken up.

"But then Wilhelm got custody of me and things couldn't be better!" he
grinned genuinely.

"Even though he needs, or wants you for sex?" I said, and then spent a few
minutes trying to explain my honesty in asking an honest question.

"It's not just sex; he cares, just like I know it's not just sex for you,
either." He declared, quite studious and resolute in his proclamation.

"How can you be so sure of that?" I pleaded.

"Because when I look into your eyes I see happiness!" He smiled gently and
slipped out the door.