Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2006 11:32:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Molesting Young Nicky

   When I think back on it, which I frequently do, it still makes my cock
hard, and wet. It was a day that had begun in fairly typical fashion, with
me checking the contents of my sample cases, then loading them in the car,
and starting off on my rounds of various medical offices, and clinics, in
the hope of scoring some sales of the medical supplies that I attempted to
sell for a living.

   As mid-day approached, the growling and rumbling sounds emanating from
my stomach motivated me to search out a lunch stop in a town that I was not
particularly familiar with. I spotted a distant tower indicating the
location of an In & Out Burger joint, generally a fair choice in almost any
town, and I steered the car in that direction. Once parked, I got out, and
walked toward the entrance, and paused when I first spotted him.

   He was, in a word, stunning. Maybe twelve, tops, could be younger even,
and drop-dead cute, if not actually pretty, as young boys go. His light
hair was neatly trimmed, though longish on the top, and kind of swept
forward, allowing short little strands to sweep onto his forehead like
short, soft bangs. His very soft looking eyebrows, nearly bushy, caught my
eye, as did his startling eyes, so very clear, and wide set, and of a shade
nearly indistinguishable as a soft blue, or maybe even green. His perfectly
shaped little nose was cute as a button, and his smallish ears were just
barely framed by a small overhang of the soft looking hair, and his mouth
was a total show stopper, set off with lush, full lips that looked so
totally kissable they could easily have served as the poster boy for a most
kissable competition. I noticed his hands, too, so slender, almost
delicate, with sculpted fingers that made me wonder what his penis must
look like. His complexion was pure peaches and cream, the skin totally
blemish free, with not a whisper of facial fuzz to be seen. This sweet
face, I thought, would not bear the harshness of a razor any time soon.

   I could feel my cock stirring in my pants, swelling with definite
interest as I gazed at this stunning young boy, and a part of me knew that
I was going to have him, had to have him, no matter what. I moved on,
hurrying inside to order my lunch, then, carried it back outside to the
table where the boy sat. I eased into a seat opposite him, and smiled,
asking him if it was ok to share his table, as it was packed inside. He
only nodded, as he eyed my food hungrily, and on impulse I asked him if he
had already eaten his lunch, to which he replied anxiously that he didn't
have the money to buy anything, because some bigger boys had earlier
bullied him into handing over the five dollars he had been given to
purchase food. I consoled him over that unpleasant event, then, slid my
untouched lunch in front of him, telling him to eat up, as I went back
inside to order more.

   When I returned, we shared the meal together, as he chatted in a soft,
melodic voice that only added to his allure, and I let my gaze wander over
his slender young body as he talked. He was the living embodiment of all my
endless boy fantasies, and I longed to see him nude, and longed to touch
his slender young body everywhere. He was dressed in a pull-over shirt
consisting of some kind of very soft material that clung nicely to the
gentle curves of his slender shoulders, and shorts that appeared to be of
the pull-up variety with the elastic waist band. The material of the shorts
gathered in his lap, sadly concealing any hint of the boy treasures that I
knew lurked there, and rode up a bit on his smooth and hairless thighs,
leaving a goodly expanse of his well toned legs bare to my eager
inspection. Not a hint of hair, or even peach fuzz was visible on those
lovely legs, and I shuddered slightly as I imagined how silky smooth they
would feel were I to run my fingers up and down their slender length.

   The meal consumed, the boy happily gathered his trash, and mine, then,
walked over to the trash can to deposit it, as I seized the opportunity to
visually drool over his pert little butt, so nicely defined for my viewing
pleasure by the snug little shorts that he wore. A perfect small bubble, I
thought as I stared at the twin little globes that were his lovely ass, and
I shuddered again, as he bent slightly from his slender waist, and the
material gathered into the cleft of his small butt, further outlining the
heavenly globes, as my feverish mind conjured up a vision of the delicate
little pink pucker that I knew resided within the soft folds of that cleft.

    He turned back toward me then, and my eyes locked onto the small, but
intriguing bulges defined in the front of the small shorts, and I instantly
visualized the pink little penis, and tight, hairless scrotum that I knew
made up the delicate protrusion at his crotch. I shuddered slightly once
more, thinking how desperately I wanted to slide the small shorts down his
pretty legs, and off, leaving the boy naked in all his glory, as I hungrily
devoured all that lovely little boy stuff with my hands, and mouth.

   Returning to the table, he sat again, and shyly thanked me for treating
him to such a good lunch, which I dismissed as my pleasure at sharing his
company, and conversation. He blushed prettily, when I commented that he
was not only very mature, and polite, but also very nearly the cutest young
lad I had ever had the pleasure to dine with. The soft glow of blush on his
creamy cheeks only added to the aura of his angelic qualities, and I would
not have been the slightest bit surprised to see a golden halo sprout above
his head. The boy turned somewhat pensive then, looking down at the table
and sighing, as an expression of concern crossed his pretty face, so I
inquired as to the problem that seemed to be bothering him. He looked up
then, and fixed me with those incredible eyes, and my cock lurched inside
my pants, his gaze so totally open, and forthcoming, that it nearly took my
breath away. At my continued urging, he finally confessed that he was, in
fact, somewhat stranded, given that his bike had suffered a flat tire, and,
with his money gone, he had no bus fare, or other means of getting to his
somewhat distant home on the other side of town.

   I asked about his calling his family to come and rescue him, and he
stated that it consisted only of him, and his father, who was at work deep
in the bowels of the local coal mine, and, therefore, completely
unreachable for anything short of a life or death disaster. A bit more
concerned conversation, and I jumped on the opportunity to actually get
this sweet, sexy boy alone, and within the relative security of my car, by
gallantly offering him, and his wounded bicycle, transportation home. To
his credit, he was reluctant, stating that he was not supposed to ever go
with strangers, and that he supposed he should just stay at the In and Out
until his fathers work day ended several hours hence. Applying all of my
deft sales abilities, I poured on sufficient persuasion to finally convince
the lad that while his position was doubtless a wise one, he and I were
hardly strangers, given that we had just shared a pleasant lunch together,
and, that the prospect of whiling away a long afternoon alone at an In and
Out Burger, coupled with a serious lack of funds, was rather boring, and
daunting. In the end, as is oft the case, superior salesmanship won out,
and the boy agreed to my driving him home.

   As we walked to the place he had stashed his bike, I learned that his
name was Nicky, and that he was indeed just twelve tender years of age, and
that he and his Dad were new to this small mining town, relocating here
just a month ago when Dad secured work in the mine. We retrieved the bike,
and walked it, flat tire and all, back to my car, where I loaded it into
the trunk, then, unlocked the doors, letting Nicky and me in to occupy the
front bench seat. I started the car, and got the air conditioning going,
then, pulled out into the flow of traffic, feeling very, very horny to have
this beautiful young boy sitting scant inches from me as I drove. I kept
stealing small glances at him, and fixing my hungry gaze on the small lump
of treasures that were lumped in his lap, and more than once I was sure he
had caught me at it, though nothing was said.

   We drove for several blocks, chatting easily, and I asked Nicky about
the town, and inquired as to any local attractions he particularly liked,
and he responded somewhat enthusiastically regarding a large local park
that came equipped with a duck pond, and creek, with bike and hiking trails
that meandered along the creek, as it ran through the woods. Seizing upon
another opportunity that fit my sinister plans, I suggested to Nicky that
we might locate a bicycle shop, and leave his bike for repair, while he
showed me around the park, and woods. He exhibited slight reluctance once
more, but, the excitement of having his transportation repaired seemed to
outweigh his hesitation, and he quietly agreed with a small nod of his
head.

   In short order we located a shop very near to the park in question, and
handed the wounded bike over to the owner, as I prepaid the bill, and we
returned to the car, and drove into the park. He directed me to a lot at
the back end of the large park, saying that it was where the pond, and
creek were located, and we locked up the car, then, walked over to the
large duck pond, where we purchased a bag of bread chunks to feed to the
ducks. I guided us to a bench located on the far side of the lake from the
vendor cart, and we sat, tossing the bread chunks to the excited ducks as
they clamored for the handouts. I sat back, letting Nicky handle feeding
the ducks, and took a long, hungry look at him. He was simply perfect, I
decided, so young, and innocent looking, so very pretty, and totally
desirable. Glancing around, and finding no nearby population, I slid my
hand down, and lightly gripped his smooth, firm thigh. My heart pounded,
and my cock went rigid, as I savored the taut, smooth skin of his upper
leg, lightly sliding my palm, and fingers up and down the satin smooth
skin, as he turned his head, and looked up at me with those incredible
eyes. The heavy eyebrows lifted slightly, as he glanced down at the contact
between us, then, looked once more into my eyes, a small smile turning up
the corners of his lush mouth, before once more turning his attention to
the wing flapping birds.

   Emboldened by his lack of withdrawal, or comment, I let my hand drift a
bit deeper toward his inner thigh, and moved it back and forth, deftly
gathering the slack material, and moving it higher to expose still more of
his smooth thigh to my light touch. Speaking very softly, I complimented
him on his smoothness, and the creamy texture of his skin, and he again
made no comment, as he continued to fling bread into the water. Feeling
bolder still, I eased my hand across his lap, dropping it onto his other
thigh, as my wrist settled into his lap, and gently pressured the firm lump
I found there just behind the thin cloth of his shorts. My cock jumped once
more, as I lightly moved my wrist over his swelling boyhood, and ran my
fingers over the creamy skin of his upper thigh, going high enough to just
graze the lump of his small balls. He stirred slightly, opening his smooth
legs a bit wider, as I turned my hand so that my palm now rested open on
his lap, and his thickening penis, as my fingertips gently probed into his
small balls.

   I gripped the now very rigid shaft in my hand, softly squeezing it, and
he let out a small sound, a kind of grunt, and trembled slightly, still
making no comment. I took another look around, and assured our relative
privacy, then, adjusted my hand, allowing me to firmly grip his boyhood,
and move my hand back and forth over it, as he again trembled slightly, and
leaned back, his coltish legs parting further, as he abandoned tossing the
bread, and closed his eyes, as I continued to fondle, and stroke his proud
boyhood.

   It felt alive, and throbbing in my grip, and I longed to rip the
clothing from him, and free the proud nail from its snug confines, but
struggled to resist, given the abject openness of our position. I leaned my
face close to his small ear, and whispered, inquiring of his enjoyment of
the feelings my fondling him was creating, and he nodded, a curt little
movement of his head in the affirmative, and I whispered once more, telling
him that I could do much better, very much better, if he wanted to go into
the woods a ways. Another curt little head movement, and we stood, his
rigid little staff poking proudly at the front of the small shorts, and my
own erection filling one pant leg nearly obscenely. We crossed the concrete
path that ringed the pond, and followed a narrow path into the deep wood,
going a couple of hundred yards, then, ducked under some heavy growth of
low branches, and emerged into a small, and very private meadow that was
totally surrounded by thick brush.

   I dropped to my knees in front of Nicky, and once more closed my hand
over his erection, stroking and squeezing it, as I gazed into his soft,
captivating eyes. In this position we were nearly eye level, and I surmised
that he couldn't have stood much over five feet tall, and his overall
stature was petite, and simply perfect. His boyhood strained against the
small shorts, and pulsed in my grip, as I saw the small smile once more
turn up his lush mouth, and I winked at him, and, very softly asked him to
take off his shirt. His cheeks flushed at the request, and another small
squeak escaped his throat, as he quickly peeled the loose fitting garment
over his head, and dropped it to the soft grass.

   I groaned myself, at seeing the vision of boyhood before me, so
incredibly smooth, and taut, tending toward thin, and I inhaled of his boy
scents, my senses flooding with the fresh aroma of his bare upper body. My
eyes roamed over his glass smooth torso, taking in the small, but erect
nipples, and the tiny cave of his navel, my hand still gliding over his
throbbing erection. I told him of his beauty, and how very much I wanted to
touch, and lick him all over, and to bring him pleasure he had never before
known, and that if he would trust me, and let me, I would pleasure him
beyond his belief. He rewarded my proposal with another faint nod, and I
asked him to raise his arms, and place his delicate hands behind his head,
and just to close his eyes, and enjoy the new sensations I wanted to show
him. He complied, and another groan passed my lips, as I feasted on the
sight of his creamy underarms, so white, and soft, and hairless. Unable to
resist, I moved my free hand upward over his soft little tummy, and dipped
a finger into his tiny cave, then moved higher, to prod his tight little
nipples, pinching them gently between thumb and finger, before moving into
those creamy soft arm pits to stroke the butter soft skin there, as I
leaned into him, inhaling his scent once more, and lapped my tongue over
each little nipple, sucking them each in turn, as I continued to fondle his
boyhood, and his tender little balls through the small shorts.

   After licking every inch of his upper body, I finally hooked my fingers
into the elastic of the shorts, and dragged them down his coltish legs,
freeing his very erect boyhood, and the snug little pouch of his balls to
my hungry gaze. I rocked back on my heels, drinking in the amazing beauty
of his naked young body, and my gaze settled on his perfect penis, as I
once more groaned in amazement at my great fortune of this day. His boyhood
was an absolute sculpture of youthful perfection, perhaps four inches in
length, and slender of girth. He was expertly circumcised, the smooth head
of his penis a perfectly shaped little helmet, and a slightly bluish-red
tone, ringed by the crown of tissue that surrounded it. The shaft was maybe
an inch in diameter, and as smooth as if made from glass, not a blemish, or
mark of any kind in sight. It bounced slightly, pulsing with his
excitement, and I dropped my hungry gaze slightly, focusing on the smooth
and crinkled pouch of his balls. The tight sac was a very health pink tone,
and absolutely free of any sign of hair, or even peach fuzz, and the
centerline that neatly dissected the taut pouch was clearly visible to my
feverish gaze, as it rested against his golden thighs, just below his
turgid boyhood. The balls were dropped slightly, and a closer inspection
revealed maybe eight, or ten, scant wisps of very new pubic hairs just at
the root of his pride and joy.

   Another strong shudder passed over me, and Nicky suddenly inhaled a very
deep breath, and released it, signifying his rapidly growing tension, and
excitement. Unable to keep my hands off him one more second, I slid one
hand forward, and gripped his rigid shaft, and slid the smooth skin back
and forth over the stiff tissues beneath, as my other hand gently cupped,
and fondled his tight young balls. He gasped loudly, his legs parting
wider, and his head rolled back on his neck, as I groped, and fondled his
sweet boy parts, molesting him, as he stood there before me, shaking
softly. I totally lost myself in his beauty, and unbelievable sexiness
then, touching him literally everywhere, over and over, and finally leaning
forward to engulf that wondrous appendage into my mouth, sucking, and
tasting his youth, and his now oozing excitement. My taste buds exploded,
savoring with joy the slick, acrid fluid that leaked from his young balls,
and I rejoiced in the knowledge that he would, in fact, be capable of
rewarding my efforts with some volume of the creamy boy nectar that I so
richly craved.

   I released his turgid penis from my mouth, and ducked lower, capturing
his silky pouch in my lips, and mouth, as I slobbered over, and sucked his
young balls hungrily, loving the mewing sound of pleasure that he was
uttering above me. I moved back and forth between sucking the delicious
penis, and the tight little nuggets, not daring to linger overly long on
either for fear of his losing control, and prematurely ending this mind
bending event. At some point I knew I needed to sample the total of the
boy, and, I pulled back, quickly turning him away from me, and burying my
face in the luscious little mounds of his snow white ass, driving my tongue
into his warm cleft, and digging into his small, pink pucker with my
tongue, as he groaned, and gasped, his delicate hands coming back to part
the firm melons, causing me to gasp as well, as I feasted on the sight of
his most valued treasure.

   Turning him once more, and sensing the near eminent arrival of his
rapidly building crescendo, I slid his drooling boyhood back inside my
hungry mouth, and gripped his crinkled little pouch in my fingers, tugging
on it, and feeling the small orbs pull sharply upward, as his penis swelled
against my tongue, and he gave off a low, deep wail, and erupted, spewing a
surprising volume of sweet, creamy boy cum into my mouth in rapid fire
jets. I savored his nutty flavor on my tongue, and relished the silky
smoothness of the slightly thick fluid as it slid down my throat, as I
eagerly swallowed his offering as quickly as he surrendered it, until there
was no more, and I released his super-sensitive organ from my slightly
bruised lips. Rocking back on my heels, I watched in awe as his pretty
boyhood wilted into softness once, more, and I savored its perfect form,
and color, and the stark contrast of its current condition with that of
mere moments ago. A boy cock, and young, healthy balls were totally
incredible apertures, I decided once more, and, at nearly the same moment,
I decided that this little nowhere mining town was now number one on my
list of places to visit...frequently!

The End

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