Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 05:14:56 -0700 (PDT) From: Bill Subject: Just Like Old Times 2 Just Like Old Times - Part 2 by Bill The man pressed the remote control to open the garage door and drove in. Turning off the engine, he remained seated behind the wheel of his car, as if in a daze. He was still euphoric, floating in the afterglow of his amazing sexual encounter with the 13-year-old hustler in Swift Creek Park. It had been a half hour since he and the boy had parted, but the man's body tingled as if the orgasm has surged through him only a minute ago. "Bobby..." he murmured to himself, feeling a gnawing desire to be back with the boy. "Will I ever see him again?" he thought. "Will I get my lips back around that beautiful young cock? And when he fucked me... Jesus, it felt so incredible!" He sighed deeply as he sat in the garage, parked next to his wife's mini-van. He had told her that he was going to the gym, so he reached for the gym bag and got out the water bottle. He poured some water in his hand and mussed up his hair, then neatened it back up a little with his fingers. Another deep breath, and then into the house. "Hi, honey. I'm back," he called out cheerfully as he entered the door from the garage into the spacious kitchen. The wall clock showed 10:20 p.m. "Hi, dear. I'm upstairs." The man went up to his bedroom and found his wife reading to his 10-year-old son and 7-year-old daughter atop the king-size bed. It was their nightly ritual... a chapter from a classic novel, such as Jules Verne or Robert Louis Stevenson. He dropped off his gym bag and kissed the youngsters goodnight. "I'll be down in the study, working. Got a big meeting tomorrow on the Williams account. Don't wait up for me," he told his wife, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. The man knew he should have felt guilty, but he didn't. The passion in his marriage had cooled over the years to the point where he and his wife were hardly more than cordial roommates. In the past year, his sexual urges had turned strongly toward annonymous encounters with other men. And now that he had tasted the forbidden fruit of sex with a boy.... He went down downstairs to the wood-paneled office and locked the door behind him. He turned on the small TV that sat beside his desk, with the sound most of the way down, and scanned through the channels. He stopped on Nickelodeon, the kid's channel. There were two very cute young-teen boys doing some sort of comedy sketch. The man turned off the sound completely and let his mind imagine the boys stripping nude and engaging in the kind of activities that you can't do on television. He stood up, got the hidden key, and unlocked the bottom desk drawer. He took out the bottle of sexual lubricant and scanned through the small collection of porn video tapes. He picked out "Petite Oral Asians", which featured delicate young Thai women servicing handsome caucasian men. The drawer also contained a stash of porn magazines (both straight and gay) and girlie magazines with small-breasted women, but he left those undisturbed. Instead he pulled out the issue of "BOP" that he had recently purchased. It was a fan magazine for teenybopper girls, filled with pin-up pictures of boy celebrities. Looking out from the cover was 12-year-old Jonathan Taylor Thomas, the kid from the new TV show "Home Improvement". JTT (as the magazine called him) was wearing bib overalls, but no shirt. A peace-symbol medallion was around his neck. The man's eyes scanned down from the lad's cute face and silky hair to the tiny nipples on his smooth tanned chest. He closed his eyes and envisioned himself kissing and fondling the young TV star. Lost in his fantasy, he unzipped his trousers and reached for his hardening cock. Jonathan's face transformed into Bobby's, and as the fantasy got more intensely sexual he began to stroke his erection urgently. "No... make it last," he murmured to himself as he stopped masturbating. He pushed the video tape into the slot below the TV screen, and removed his trousers and undershorts completely. As he poured lube in his hand and slathered it onto his stiff penis, he gazed at a young Asian woman with a distinctly boyish body and short- cropped hair, on her knees, expertly sucking the cock of a well hung stud. His lubed hand glided up and down slowly as his eyes shifted back and forth between the sexual action on the TV and the pictures of irresistibly cute boys in the magazine. "Suck me, Bobby..." he groaned quietly as his hand swirled along the hard slippery penis. "Oh, Bobby... that feels so good." Over the next days, the man was preoccupied... no; obsessed... with thoughts of the 13-year-old hustler. He was like an addict in need of a fix, craving the intensity of the sexual high that this youngster offered... sex that was every bit as exciting as his boyhood experiences when the man was 13... sexual pleasure more satisfying than any he'd had in the 25 years since. He understood that patronizing a boy-prostitute was morally wrong and quite risky, and his rational mind tried to resist the urge. But after a week, he gave in to his desires (as he knew he would) and drove into the city as dusk fell. This time he wanted to be in a motel room with the boy, and he stopped at one of the places where he had been meeting other men for occasional discrete sexual encounters. He went in the office, paid cash, and got a key. Thank God the room was around back, where it wouldn't be so obvious when he got out of the car with the boy. Then he drove to the park, turning onto to Swift Creek Drive where he'd picked up Bobby the time before. But this time there was no sign of the boy. The man drove past an older teenager standing near a street light, but he didn't stop. Five slow circuits up and down the road... and still no Bobby. God, he was so horny! His cock was throbbing. He took a side road to the parking area for a hiking trail and saw a half-dozen cars parked there. It was reputed to be a popular night-time cruising spot for men to meet each other for sex. He drove into the parking lot and pulled into a space. Sitting in his car, he tried to decide what to do. If he took a walk into the woods, he would probably encounter a decent-looking man he could suck off, and who would suck him in return... maybe several hot men doing a group thing. A week ago, that prospect would have had considerable appeal to the man... but not now. Now he only wanted Bobby. The man drove off again, back onto Swift Creek Drive, looking for the boy who dominated his thoughts. He returned to the motel room alone. Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, he pulled down the covers of the bed. After taking the small bottle of lube out of his pocket, he stripped off his clothes. Face-down on the bed, with the towel beneath his crotch, he poured a generous amount of lube on both hands. As he raised his ass up, his right hand went to his cock and started stroking. The fingers of his left hand went to his anus... rubbing the outside... then one finger sliding in... then two. "Oh, Bobby! Fuck me! Yes... fuck me good!" Two days went by, and he again set out... again paying for a motel room first. It was 9:15 when he turned onto Swift Creek Drive. As he neared the picnic area, he saw a figure up ahead in the half-shadows near a street light. Was it...? Yes! Bobby! The man pulled to a stop next to the boy and lowered the window. "Hi Bobby! Remember me?" The guarded expression on the boy's face suddenly brightened. "Hey! It's the dude with the Lexus... and the muscles. We got together last week. You're Billy, right?" "Yes, that's right." Actually, he'd been 'Bill' for 25 years now, but being called 'Billy' again gave him a warm glow of pleasure. And he beamed like a giddy child that Bobby had remembered his name. "Lookin' for some fun tonight, Billy?" The man felt so excited he could barely breathe, and at first the words caught in his throat. "Y-yes... Sure! Hop in, Bobby." The boy opened the door, and the man feasted his eyes as the overhead light shone on the boy. Thick dark hair, in need of a trim. Hauntingly romantic eyes, with long dark lashes. A full, sensual mouth. His tight tee-shirt hugged his slender torso, and he wore Levi jeans cut off at mid-thigh. "Wanna do the picnic area again?" asked the boy. "Same as before... $20, up front, and I don't make out, suck cock, or take it in the ass." "I'd like to go to a motel," said the man. "You know the Regency, out on Route 30?" "Yeah; that's cool. I've had guys take me there before. But I charge more for motels, 'cause it always goes a lot longer... 30 bucks." A longer session with Bobby... that was exactly what the man wanted. He took the money from his wallet and handed it to the boy. As he pulled the car away from the curb, he reached over and put his hand on the boy's bare knee. The hand slid slowly up the boy's leg, caressing the soft inner thigh as Bobby spread his legs wider. "Hey, Billy.... Ya know how they got the porno channel on the TVs at that motel? Can we watch it? I really like watching the chicks with big titties." "Uh... no; I don't think so. I'd have to go back to the office to pay the extra money, and it would be...." "Oh, pleeeeeeeze!" purred Bobby playfully as he snuggled closer and turned toward the man, revealing a flirtatious manner that had been completely absent in their previous meeting. His hand began rubbing Bill's crotch as he whispered right next to the man's ear. "I'll let you feel me up all you like...." The man felt the zipper of his khakis being lowered and a hand slipping through the fly of his boxers, wrapping around his stiffening cock. "I'll let you lick and suck the sexiest parts of my body...." The boy's breath was hot in the man's ear, and his tongue flicked out to tease it. His thumb was circling the crown of the man's now-rigid erection, sensuously spreading pre-cum around the flared glans. "We can take a shower together...." The boy's urban-white accent made the word sound like 'share'. "And you can soap me up all over." The tongue flicked again around the inside of the man's ear. The man was in sweet, lust-driven agony. In this state he would have given the boy anything he wanted. "Oh, yesss!... I mean, uh... sure; we can get the porn channel at the motel." The boy sat back in his seat, grinning with satisfaction... his demeanor returning to the quiet masculinity that he usually projected. As if to reward the man's acquiescence, however, the boy undid the four metal buttons on his Levi's and pulled his cut-offs and underpants down to his knees, revealing his soft penis and silky ball-sack. "Go ahead," he said; "feel me up all you like." As they pulled into the motel parking lot, the man considered whether to stop in front of the office to quickly pay the $10 charge to unblock the porn channel. But the idea of the boy waiting there in his car made him very nervous, so he drove around back, next to the room. "Let's wait until this guy gets in his car and pulls away before we get out," said the man. The other guest was a good 75 feet away. "OK," said the man, getting out of the car nervously. "Get in the room quickly, and I'll go to the office." "Don't be so paranoid, Billy," teased the boy. "People do this all the time around here. Nobody blinks an eye." But the man couldn't help feeling paranoid. His heart was thumping when he walked into the motel office and paid his money. He avoided making eye-contact with the bored middle-aged desk clerk... who couldn't have cared less. This motel was clean and well-kept, but like others in the area it depended for its profit margin on guests pursuing sexual encounters, whether amateur or professional. The man hurried back to the room and let himself in. Bobby was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the TV. He'd already tuned it to the now-unblocked channel that had two women with artificially-large tits, going at it pseudo-lesbian style. The man considered huge breasts to be repulsive. Besides, his mind was totally focused on his desire to see and feel Bobby's sexy naked body as soon as possible. "How about if we take a shower first?" asked Bill. "That's cool," replied the boy, his face brightening with interest. "We don't have a shower at home... just a grungy ol' fashion bathtub. I like takin' showers." They both began undressing. The boy kept an eye on the TV, but kept glancing back at the man. The man's full attention was on the boy. He felt a rush of erotic electricity as the boy peeled off his tee-shirt and stood in just his white briefs -- pricy Calvin Kleins that fit to perfection. "Stop for a minute," the man said. "God! You look great in those underpants! I didn't think boys your age... err, you know... wore that kind anymore." He hoped his remark hadn't insulted the boy. "They don't," replied Bobby, in a matter-of-fact tone. "I haven't worn 'em since I was about 8 years old. I just wear 'em while I'm workin'. I was with a customer one time, and the guy hands me some tighties-whities and tells me to put 'em on, 'cause he gets off on seeing me in them. He wouldn't let me keep 'em after we were done, so I went to the department store the next day and bought these Calvins. I figured out pretty quick that all you guys get a charge seeing a kid in tighties... am I right?" "Well, uh... yeah. At least I like seeing YOU in them," said the man. "Put your hands behind your head and flex your muscles.... Yes, just like that!" The man was swept away by the vision of boyhood beauty in front of him. The boy's sturdy broad shoulders, pec muscles already starting to develop, narrow waist, and richly-tan skin were sexy enough. But the addition of snug, snowy-white briefs, with a barely-pubescent soft penis pushing at the front... He felt light-headed! Bobby was checking out the man's physique too. "You're better lookin' than the other guys who pick me up, ya know." The man smiled modestly at hearing this. He was fastidious about keeping his weight down and working out at the gym. The boy added "I'm gonna have muscles like you when I get older." The man moved next to Bobby and ran his hand over the boy's chest, toying briefly with the tiny stiff nipples. "You look great already, Bobby," said the man. "And I think you'll have a fantastic body in a couple more years. Your build is a natural for it." As his right hand moved down to fondle the boy's penis and balls through the soft cotton of the underpants, his left hand caressed the perfection of the boy's slender rounded ass. "Just get lots of exercise, and don't eat too much junk." What he was thinking, though, was "you're already perfect... don't ever change!" The man sat down on the bed and pulled the boy close, facing him. Bobby still had his hands behind his neck, proudly flexed the wiry adolescent muscles of his arms and chest. The man continued running his hands over the boy's body, and one hand slid across the soft hairless skin of a boy's armpit. "Tickles!" said Bobby with a giggle. "But it feels kinda nice too," he added The man brought his face to the armpit and inhaled. Hmmm... the subtle musk of boy-smell was an absolutely intoxicating scent. The man licked at the armpit, making the boy convulse with happy laughter and bring his arms tightly down to his sides. "Let me take down your underpants," said the man. The boy shrugged. "Sure," he said, as he stood between the spread legs of the seated man. The crotch of the boy's underpants was now poking out farther, pushed by his stiffening penis. The man slid his fingers beneath the elastic band. He lowered the material slowly, first at the back, then in the front. God! This was so erotic! He wanted the moment to last forever. Lowering more in back, he uncovered the boy's cute butt completely and caressed it briefly. Then the front was pulled down to reveal the sparse collection of recently-sprouted hairs at the base of Bobby's penis. The man feasted his eyes as he lowered the waistband, millimeter by millimeter, to expose the beautiful boyish shaft. The narrow circumcised head bounced up, and Bobby's freed penis continued to pulse toward full erection. It was all the man could do to keep his mouth from devouring it immediately. 'Patience,' he told himself. He lowered the underpants the rest of the way, exposing the soft, loose ball-sack... dangling, but still compact. When the briefs were at his ankles, Bobby stepped out of them. The boy's entire body was a rich all-over tan -- slightly less so in areas that would be covered by shorts or a bathing suit. His "olive" skin tone, as well as the dark hair and eyes, suggested a Mediterranean ancestry. (Italian? Greek? French?) "Let's go take that shower," said the man. As the boy walked ahead toward the bathroom, the man picked up the white briefs and held them to his nose, inhaling deeply... then put them down and followed the boy. "I gotta take a leak," said the boy. The man hadn't watched a 13-year old peeing in 25 years, and he stared with rapt attention as the boy lifted the seat and took hold of his penis. Bobby looked up at the man's hungry eyes and paused. "You into water sports?" "Water sports?" the man replied, confused by the seemingly incongruous question. "I was on the swim team in college, and I still do laps at the...." "Never mind," said the boy, as he let a stream of pale-yellow urine flow. "Oh!! You mean...." The man blushed at his own naivete, as he suddenly remembered the erotic meaning of the term. Bobby stopped the flow of pee with his fingers. "Yeah. If you were into that stuff, I wouldn't let my piss go to waste. A few of the guys who bring me to a motel get off on drinkin' my piss and even havin' me hose it all over them while they lie in the tub. Weird, huh?" "Yeah! Weird!" said the man. But as he watched the boy resume peeing, he felt the sudden, intense desire to get on his knees and beg for the stream to be directed into his open mouth. And the image of himself lying naked in the bathtub flashed through his mind... with the boy's warm urine splattering on his chest, across his belly, drilling against his cock. He'd never do that sort of thing... would he? The man took his own penis in his fingers and began to empty his half-full bladder. He cris-crossed streams of pee with the boy's... just like he'd done with his buddies back when he was a kid... and Bobby grinned with amusement. The bathroom was small and basic, but adequately supplied with towels and soap... even a hair dryer mounted on the wall. The man turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature, and stepped in. The naked boy followed immediately, positioning himself closer to the showerhead, his back to the man, and letting the warm water stream onto his face and hair. The man gently pulled the boy a step back from the shower's flow and poured half the contents of the miniature bottle of shampoo onto his hand. He worked the rich suds into the boy's dark, shaggy hair... it felt so sensuous to run his fingers through the foamy strands. He directed the boy to step forward, and the shower spray rinsed off the shampoo. After the warm water splashed over both their bodies for another minute the man began to lather the soap in his hands and wash the boy's arms and shoulders. "Want me to turn around?" asked the boy. "No; stay facing that way, and I'll soap you up really good." The man's half-hard erection rose up fully as his hands began to roam over the boy's wet body. The man soaped the boy's chest, working his slippery fingertips against the small nipples. Then down to his belly to his penis and hairless three-quarter-size balls dangling below. As the man worked the soap suds around the Bobby's genitals, the boy-cock stiffened beneath his fingers, rising up 5 inches [12 cm]. The boy purred with pleasure as the man masturbated the slender boner up and down with quick firm strokes, while the bar of soap in his other hand moved all around the boy's crotch. The warm water rained against their heads and shoulders, flowing down to wash away the suds as the man kept working up more to lubricate his jacking fist. Bobby's body pressed back against the man's erection, his back arching with the tension of sexual pleasure. The boy would have orgasmed before long, but the man stopped. There were better uses for that first load of cum than a quick trip down the bathtub drain. "Lift up your arms, Bobby." The boy complied, and the man sudsed his armpits and sides... then worked his way around to the boy's back... then down to his firm, perfect ass. As the man massaged the soap onto the slender butt cheeks, the boy pressed his hands up against the tile wall and leaned his upper-body forward. The man reached around with one hand to take hold of the boy's rigid penis, slowly and gently rubbing the narrow glans with his thumb and forefinger. The fingers of the other hand fingers worked their way sensuously along, and then inside, the cleft... slowly moving toward the boy's anus. The boy's breathing became ragged, accompanied by little gasps that were high-pitched like a young boy's, rather than the lower register that Bobby tried to maintain in his speech. He bent his legs a bit and spread them apart slightly. His ass tilted up as the man's soapy fingertips began to rub in a slow circular motion around the puckered anal flesh. The muscle relaxed, and the middle finger pressed into the hole slightly. The boy's body shuddered as he softly groaned with pleasure. The finger slid in more as the man increased the stimulation of the boy's cock-head. But then boy's body tensed... the anal muscle clenched tight, and he abruptly straightened his body upright. The man pulled his hand way as if he'd been burnt. "I'm sorry.... I didn't mean to...." "No... it's OK," murmured the boy. Then he looked back over his shoulder, erotic hunger showing on his face and in his sultry dark eyes. "Please... keep going. Do that some more." "You're sure?" The boy nodded, and inclined his ass back to receive more anal attention. "Turn around and face me," directed the man. The boy complied, turning his back to the shower as the man got down on his knees. The boy's skin glistened with a sheen of water, highlighting every angle and curve on his sleek young body. His penis stood up fully erect, ready for more pleasuring. The man fondled Bobby's ball-sack for a few moments... then lowered his mouth to take in the boyish erection, lips gliding along the barely-pubescent shaft, tongue dancing around the delicate glans. Yes! This was what the man had been dreaming about for more than a week... and it was fantastic! His mouth savored the cute boner as if it were the most wonderful delicacy he had ever tasted. His lips slid down the boy's throbbing penis to the hilt, the cock-head poking the entrance of his throat, but without the slightest discomfort. As warm water trickled down the man's face, his lips and tongue ran up and down the full length of the sexy boy-cock in eager, hungry sucks. Then the man's hand slid between the boy's legs, the middle finger tracing a line along the little ridge of skin that runs from the scrotum to the anus. The fingertip paused at the entrance, rubbing lightly, back and forth, against the nerve- laden flesh. The muscle clenched tight for a moment, then relaxed as the finger pressed gently. All the while, the man's mouth was working up and down the boy's hard penis, feeding the boy's lust and stoking his mounting tension. The finger began to move with a very subtle fucking action, no deeper than the knuckle, sometimes twisting from side to side. Again the little high-pitched moans emanated from the boy's throat, like the cooing of a dove, mixing with the more lascivious moans and slurping sounds of the man's cock-sucking. Sliding deeper into the boy's rectum, the finger felt for the prostate. When the man's middle finger was fully embedded in the boy's asshole, he began to massage the magic spot, and Bobby's legs immediately began to quiver. The man re-doubled his oral pleasuring of the boy's cock, aggressively sucking at the glans and tonguing the piss-slit, then reverting to rapid up-and-down plunges along the entire shaft. The quivering of the boy's body quickly progressed to intense shaking... the cooing became throaty grunts. A little more massaging of the secret place, and BLAM!! The boy's cock exploded in violent orgasm, spraying cum forcefully into the man's throat, pulse after pulse, as his anus clenched desperately around the man's finger. Bobby's legs would have collapsed beneath him, had not the man held him up with his left arm, as the boy grasped for the hand-hold bar along the tile wall. "Stop! Too much!" cried Bobby suddenly, pulling back as the man continued to lightly tongue and suck the quivering boy-cock. "Shit!... That was so awesome!" gasped the boy. "I never had a man finger me like that before. It was... wow!" The man, still on his knees, looked up and smiled at the boy. Water danced across his face as he savored the taste of sweet boy-cum on his tongue. He reached over and switched the shower's flow to the bath faucet, and pulled the shower curtain aside. "Sit on the side of the tub," he told the boy, as he reached for the soap again. "Lift a foot up for me to wash," he said, working up a lather of soap again. The man was fascinated with Bobby's sexy, slender feet and washed each one lovingly, working his fingers between the boy's toes. Unlike many other boys his age, Bobby's feet hadn't raced ahead of the rest of his body in growth. His 5' 3" [160 cm] frame stood on feet not much larger than those of the man's own 10-year-old son. When the soap on the Bobby's feet was rinsed off under the faucet, the boy stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel. The man returned the flow to the shower-head and quickly washed his own body, keeping the curtain part-open to watch the boy dry off. Bobby was examining the electric hair drier as the man got out and toweled off. "Want me to dry your hair?" he asked the boy. "Sure. Never used one of these before." The man -- 8 inches taller than Bobby -- stood behind the boy, using his fingers to style the boy's thick, unruly mane into a swept-back look. "Cool!" said the boy when the man had finished. "Looks good that way." Bobby sauntered back into the room, towel over his shoulder, and flopped naked onto the bed. He propped up some pillows against the headboard and sank back into them, hands behind his head, legs stretched out, watching the man emerge from the bathroom. "Whatcha wanna do next, Billy?" asked the boy. He lifted his hips a few inches off the mattress, blatantly offering up his sexy body. "In the car you were talking about me... umm... you know... licking your body." Even though it had been the boy's suggestion, the man was still a bit embarrassed to say the words. "I'd like to do that." "Can I watch TV while you do?" asked the boy. "Sure... That's OK." He would have preferred it if Bobby would give him his full attention, but if watching the porn on TV made the boy more horny, that would be fine. The man sat down beside Bobby and ran his hand along the boy's smooth leg. God, he looks cute, thought the man... lying there naked, showing off his incredible young body. The man glanced over at the TV and saw a man and a woman energetically humping on a bed... either actually fucking or perhaps just pretending to. These motel porn channels showed 'Single-X' action, rather than XXX. The man's hand glided up to the boy's penis, exploring it in its flacid state. He was tempted to suck it again. The first time he'd been with Bobby, the boy had achieved another erection within a few minutes after cumming. No... save that for later, he thought to himself, and his mouth moved instead to tongue and suck the tiny hard nipples on Bobby's lightly-muscled chest. Then he moved down, kissing the soft skin, dipping his tongue into the boy's belly-button and eliciting a giggle. Sliding own farther, his lips kissed a line along the softness of the boy's lower belly, down to the few dozen dark hairs at the base of the penis. Nuzzling the penis and balls with his nose and lips, the man breathed the aroma of the Bobby's freshly-washed genitals. He reverently kissed the soft boy-dick and youthful balls, then kissed and licked his way down the satin-smooth inner thighs. The man stroked both his hands along the boy's thin, sturdy legs... so smooth and sexy. He caressed the fine, peach-fuzz hair that decorated the slender calves. And then the feet. He hadn't gotten nearly enough of Bobby's sexy feet in the shower. He moved around so he was kneeling on the floor, leaning across the bottom of the bed, holding the boy's right foot in his hands, admiring its delicate beauty. He brought the big toe to his lips. Mmmm.... He sucked it and tongued it like he had done with the boy's cock, savoring the taste and texture. His lips and tongue moved on to the other toes, and he sucked them one at a time. The eroticism of the act made his body surge with excitement, and his cock stiffened as he sucked. The man rubbed his boner against the bed as he kissed and licked all over the clean, soft foot. When his tongue glided over the silky skin of the foot's arch, it raised a giggle from the boy but no objections. He moved over to the other foot and repeated the ritual, his body surging with a lust that centered in his throbbing cock. When he had finished worshiping Bobby's feet, the man considered whether he would fulfill the other kinky act that had filled his recent masturbation fantasies... another first time of doing something that he had only dreamed about before. His mouth moved slowly back up the legs, kissing and licking as he went. He parted the boy's legs a bit and knelt between them, caressing the boy's thighs with his fingers and lips. Then he pushed the thighs back, spreading the ass cheeks apart, exposing the rosebud of anal flesh. His mouth moved closer to it. The taboo of what he was about to do made him pause, hovering above the boy's clenched hole. He stared at the flawless skin of the boy's ass cheeks and the clean pink anal pucker for nearly a minute. "Go on, Billy; lick it," said the boy. "It's awesome when guys lick me there." That did it. The motivation to please the boy was every bit as strong in the man as his desire to explore his deepest fantasies. His tongue lapped across the anal skin several times... at first lightly, then in broad strokes like an eager puppy. Then he used the tip of his tongue to circle around the incredibly sensitive and delicate flesh, exploring every minute wrinkle of the boy's most private place. The freshly-cleaned taste and scent combined with just a hint of earthiness as the man cork-screwed his tongue firmly against the muscle. The boy gasped and squirmed with pleasure. He hooked his arms around the backs of his knees and drew them to his chest, displaying his asshole completely for the man's oral attentions. And when Bobby flexed the hole open, the man's tongue plunged in... twisting and burrowing... eager to live out his fantasy to the fullest... and just as eager to bring pleasure to the squirming, moaning boy. After a few minutes of energetic rimming, the man moved up to the boy's ball-sack. The hairless skin was like silk, and he took each marble into his mouth to suck and lick it... then mouthed the whole scrotum as his nose nudged against the boy's soft penis. Moving up to take the flaccid dick into his mouth, he marveled at how very different was the texture and sensation than sucking a stiff erection... but every bit as erotic. And as he sucked, the boy's penis slowly thickened and lengthened, responding to the stimulation of the man's lips and tongue. It was such a thrill for the man to feel the soft organ pulsing to stiffness in his mouth, and he serviced the reviving boner with a fervent intensity. The man would have gladly kept sucking until the boy orgasmed again, but there was something else the man wanted... something he desired even more than savoring Bobby's semen on his tongue. He let the cock slide from his mouth. "Fuck me, Bobby," he said in a needy voice. "I want you to fuck me good." The man remembered the incredible thrill from their first encounter... the sensation of a stiff cock sliding into his ass for the first time in his life. And now, his anus was twitching in anticipation, hungry to take the boy's boner again. "Sure, Billy. You want to do it doggie or face-to-face?" "I want us to face each other, with you on top of me." The man wanted to see the boy, study his face, at every moment of the act. "Switch places with me, and spread your legs," instructed the boy. The man retrieved the bottle of lube from his pants pocket, and handed it to the boy. Then he got on his back, reclining on the pillows, and pulled his legs apart and back. His own cock was totally stiff, throbbing in anticipation. The boy knelt in position and slathered lube onto his boner, then applied a liberal coating around the man's asshole. "Ready?" asked the boy, kneeling above the man's up-raised ass, positioning his slender erection at the entrance of the man's hole. "Oh, YES!" The boy-cock made contact with the man's anal flesh, rubbed around it for a few seconds, then pushed forward. As the narrow cock-head pushed forward, the man winced with the discomfort of initial entry to his tight, nearly-virgin anus. Then he flexed the muscle open, and the 5-inch shaft began to slide in with ease, sending a warm rush of intense sexual pleasure through the man's body. The boy kept pushing, not stopping until he was all the way in. Then he paused, making eye-contact with the man, silently asking whether to proceed. "Yeah, Bobby... do it!" The boy complied immediately, pulling his cock back and then plunging quickly and firmly to the hilt. "Oh, yes! the man grunted. With his torso upright, and his hands resting against the backs of the man's legs, Bobby began to move his hips in a mechanical rhythm of fuck strokes. With the moderate pace that he was setting, the vigor of his youth, and the fact that he'd cum only a little while before, the boy would be able to make the fucking last a nice long time. The bottle of lube was on the bed beside them, and the man grabbed it. Pouring a generous amount on his right hand, he began to stroke himself in a slow, wonderful masturbation, gently squeezing his balls with his left hand. "Oh, God! This is ecstasy!" thought the man as he floated on a cloud of total pleasure, moaning with overwhelming lust. He had never felt such erotic intensity before... the 13-year-old boy's slippery boner gliding back and forth through his clenching anus; the cock-head brushing past his prostate... his hands carefully coaxing the maximum sexual stimulation from his cock and balls, constantly hovering near the edge of orgasm... and the sight of beautiful Bobby - the wiry muscles of the boy's sturdy young body flexing athletically with each thrust; his face glowing with adolescent lust; the self-confident smile of satisfaction; the little facial twitches that showed his pleasure. On and on it went... pleasure coursing through his body... growing in intensity. The man lost track of time, riding the wave of continuous near-orgasm, oblivious to everything else. He shamelessly vocalized his lust in uncontrolled moans and grunts and mindless obscene babbling. This was sexual Nirvana, and his brain wanted it to last forever. But his body craved the release of orgasm and demanded that his stroking hand go into overdrive, desperate to make himself cum. "Oh! Oh, God! Yes! I'm cumming.... Fuck me!... Oh, Bobby, fuck me hard! Shoot your cum in me." The massive wave of sexual tension that had been building inside of him crashed with a savage intensity, rocking the man's body with spasm after spasm of orgasmic ecstasy... cum spurting high up on his chest... his anus clenching rhythmically around the youthful cock that was now fucking hard and fast. Bobby brought the weight of his body down on the man, his shoulders pressing down the backs of the man's legs, as he raced toward his own orgasm. The boy's soft, high-pitched moans mixed with the man's much-louder vocalizations of pleasure. The man's hands grasped the boy's flexing ass cheeks, pulling him in deeper with each rapid thrust. When the boy finally orgasmed, his body collapsed onto the man, panting for breath. In the sudden stillness, the man brought his legs down, spread wide, and he wrapped his arms around the boy's back, hugging him lovingly. Bobby didn't object, and he rested his face on the man's shoulder as he lay with his cock still twitching and dripping cum in the man's rectum. Each of them could feel both their hearts thumping powerfully as they lay chest-to-chest. The man's face nuzzled the top of Bobby's head, smelling his fragrant hair, wishing the moment would never end. His mind was filled with tender romantic feelings for the boy, and he longed to voice the words: 'I love you'. But after only a minute in the blissful embrace, Bobby hopped up and stretched his lean body. "Man! That was a good one, Billy!" he said in a cheerful voice that showed none of the deep emotion that the man felt. He picked up the towel he'd used after his shower and wiped off his chest, which was sticky with the man's cum, then used it to clean off his dick and began to dress. "Yes. It was totally... wonderful," sighed the man as he lay on the bed, feasting his eyes on the beautiful boy pulling on his white briefs. As they drove out of the parking lot, the man tried to think of something that would extend his time with Bobby a little longer. "Want to get something to eat?" he asked the boy. "There's a Hooters restaurant right over there on the other side of the highway. We could get some wings or something." The boy considered for a moment and then nodded his head. "Sure; I'm in no hurry. Buffalo wings would be good. I like 'em real spicy... how 'bout you?" "Absolutely," said the man. "As spicy as you like." The parking lot was nearly full, even though it was after 10:00. As they walked in the door of the noisy establishment, they were greeted by a young woman dressed in the restaurant chain's signature uniform of tight shorts and a skimpy halter top. Bobby's eyes lit up at the sight of the sexy-looking, scantily- dressed young women who were employed by the place. "Hi!" said the man to the hostess. "I was wondering if you could get us a table with your hottest waitress. It's my son's 14th birthday today, and I'm taking him out for a special treat." Bobby was taken aback for an instant by this statement, but then he chimed in, "Dad! You're always trying to embarrass me! Besides..." he said, turning to the hostess, "all the ladies here are really great-looking." The girl grinned. "Well aren't you the sweetest thing!" she said, with a hint of a southern accent. Come on this way, I'll get you a table in Debbie's section." Sure enough, Debbie was the sexiest waitress in the place, with a pretty face, firm full breasts spilling out of the halter top, taut belly, and shapely legs and hips displayed by the hot-pants. The man ordered a platter of spicy chicken wings, a bottle of mirco-brew beer for himself, and a non-alcoholic beer for his "son". After the food was delivered and the beer poured into glasses, the man looked around to see that nobody was watching, and switched the beer glasses. "Gee! Thanks!" whispered the boy with a conspiratorial grin. As they ate and drank, they talked quietly. With background music blaring and the loud conversations of other patrons, nobody could overhear what they said. They spoke first about Bobby's neighborhood, where the man spent his first 13 years, before his family had moved far away. Though the boy wouldn't say exactly where he lived, the man deduced that it was within 2 or 3 blocks from the row house where he himself had grown up. Bobby apparently lived alone with his mother. There was no mention of a father. The boy was not particularly impressed that the man had grown up in his neighborhood, but he was definitely interested when the man mentioned that his current home was in Webster Heights -- a suburb well known for its big and expensive houses. "I'm gonna live out there when I grow up," said the boy confidently. "I already got $450 saved." "Wow! That's a lot," said the man. "Have you been... uh... working this job for very long?" "Just since around March; so it's..." he counted on his fingers, "five months." "Any other boys you know do it?" "I run into kids in the park that are workin', but I don't really know any of them. It's not cool to hang around too close to someone else's spot when your both tryin' to get picked up by a customer. The only kid I actually know who does this is a guy in my class at school named Travis. He's been doin' it longer than me, and he got me started." The man wanted to hear more. "So your friend Travis...". "He's not really my friend... just a guy I know in the neighborhood. Some of the guys at school say he's gay, so I don't want to hang out with him much in public. Maybe he's Bi, or somethin'... he's always hanging out with the popular girls, but he actually likes sucking my cock and having me fuck him. I guess you'd say he's good lookin'... blond hair and stuff. " "So how did you get started working?" asked the man. "Well, Travis and me started doin', you know, sex stuff together, around last winter. He was the one who taught me how to jack off... showed me all the rest of the stuff too. Anyhow, he told me about how he made money from men that picked him up. Then one time he said this customer would pay to watch Travis doing sex with another kid, and he asked if I'd do it for 20 bucks. I'd already been doing plenty of sex with Travis by then, so I said 'what the hell; sure'. Went to this guy's house, and Travis and me fooled around naked while the guy watched and jacked himself off. Ended up with the guy asking if he could suck us both off too, and he was really good at it... I mean REALLY good. He even gave us some extra money as a tip. Getting paid to get my cock sucked was nice, so I decided to do it on my own." The man's lust was smouldering. "So do you and Travis still do any of these 3-way jobs together?" It must have shown on his face how turned on he was by the prospect, because the boy gave him a sly grin. "I figured maybe you'd be interested," said the boy. "Yeah; a few times. It's sixty bucks for the two of us, and it's gotta be in a motel or your house. Travis doesn't do sex outdoors." Just then, the waitress approached the table with the check, followed by the hostess holding a Polaroid camera, and the conversation ended abruptly. "How about a souvenir picture of the birthday boy and Debbie?" the hostess bubbled. A few minutes later, as the man and boy walked back to the car, Bobby was clutching a picture of the waitress snuggling up with her arm around him, leaning forward so her tits were displayed to maximum effect. The boy was only the slightest bit tipsy from the beer... it certainly wasn't his first experience with alcohol. As they got in the car, the man said "I'll have the house to myself in the middle of next week... Wednesday and Thursday. Do you think you and Travis could... you know..." "Sure," said the boy. "Wednesday should be fine. Your house, huh? Cool! Meet us at that picnic pavilion at the park at... oh, 9:00. Webster Heights! Travis'll be psyched." In another 10 minutes they were approaching the neighborhood. "Where should I let you out?" ask the man. "Same place you picked me up." In a few minutes more, the man pulled the car to the curb in the deserted part of the park." "I really liked the wings and beer... 'Dad'. You're pretty cool," said the boy, grinning broadly. And before he opened the door, he slid closer, leaned over with his hand resting on the man's knee, and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Thanks," he said softly, then bounced out of the car and disappeared into the night. The man's face glowed warm at the spot where it had been kissed, and he brought his hand up to touch his cheek. "Bobby..." he murmured. "Hmmm... and Travis too." End of Part 2 Write to me at bil47_new@yahoo.com