Date: Fri, 17 Sep 2010 14:45:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mutual Desire (8)

Mutual Desire
By
Storyguy22
(8)

   Wow! If my business associate who owned this place referred to it as his
"cabin," which is defined as a "small and simple house," I can only imagine
what his principle residence must be like. The place was incredible, easily
three thousand square feet spread over several levels each of which was
either elevated or sunken by a couple of steps. The guest bedrooms were all
on the upper level, each with a private bathroom, while the large master
bedroom was located on the same level as the great room. The master was
furnished better than my own living room, complete with a gigantic king+
sized bed that I immediately had great plans for, and a trip to the
adjoining bathroom/shower/jetted tub actually might require some sort of
trail marking when venturing in there to protect against getting lost.

   The great room was huge, with walls made mostly of glass that offered
stunning view of the large lake the place fronted, and sliding glass doors
led from the great room outside to a deck large enough to land a helicopter
on with ease. The lake view from the deck was straight out of Home & Garden
magazine, and there was an abundance of plush outdoor furniture everywhere,
tables and chairs, padded lounges, and a wet bar replete with bar
stools. Opposite the bar was a great looking hot tub for about eight
occupants, or maybe twenty if they willing to become very good friends, and
the whole was surrounded on three sides by built-in cabinets that served as
benches, or maybe even spare beds, given the luxurious looking padding that
topped them. The kitchen and its trappings would be the envy of any
five-star chef, and a brief perusal of the cupboards and huge stainless
fridge proved my friend a man of his word with regard to his promise to
have his care taker stock the place. In short, Chris and I were setup to
spend our time there like kings, and we hadn't even seen the private beach
and pier yet, or the ski boat that waited there all ready to go. It is
definitely good to have friends, I decided, especially the RIGHT friends!

   I snagged a cold beer from the fridge, and dropped onto a recliner that
nearly swallowed me whole, and watched an excited Chris out on the deck,
his attentions split between ogling the shimmering lake and the amazing hot
tub as if he were trying to decide which he wanted to try out first. He
leaned onto the safety rail to get a better look at the sugar-sand beach
directly below the deck, and I felt my cock stir as I studied his pretty
little ass as his soft little shorts clung to the perfect little globs. He
had such a perfect bubble butt, I thought, easily as pretty as any I had
ever seen on either species, and the near certainty that I was going to get
to fuck it a number of times during this trip was simply stunning.

   He turned then, and scampered across the deck, coming back inside, and I
had to chuckle when he exclaimed,

   "Holy crap, Rob...what does your friend do for money, rob banks?"

   "Actually, Baby, he does a lot of investing, and apparently he does it
very well, although he initially inherited all this, and, if you can
believe it, he doesn't even like the place, or use it much."

   "Wow...unbelievable...how about you ask him if I can, like, move in
then...I think I could get used to this in a heartbeat!"

   I laughed, and told him,
   "One short look at you, Hot-stuff, and I'm sure his answer would be a
definite yes, so long as he could live here with you!"

   He blushed prettily, and replied,

   "Don't think so, Dude...I don't think I'd be into that...I mean, it's
all good with you...I like it...but...it doesn't mean I'd do that stuff
with, like, just any old dude you know."

   "Hey!" I snapped, "Who are you calling an old dude...?...  and I was
just being smart-assed, Baby, I didn't mean to imply that you would jump
into bed with him."

   He mock-pouted a minute, and then his cherubic grin broke over his sweet
face as he trotted over, and hopped into my lap. He snuggled close, and
said into my shoulder,

   "Nope, but if you want, I'll jump into that huge bed with you anytime!"

   I chuckled, stroking his smooth back under his tee shirt as I answered,

   "That is a very tempting offer, Baby...very tempting, but sadly an old
dude like me needs a longer break between those fantastic bedroom sessions
with someone as hot as you are, and we have lots of time, so how about we
go check out the lake, and the boat that comes with this place...you can
even drive the boat if you want to."

   He pulled back, his eyes wide and his eyebrows arching upward as he
blurted,

   "Really...?...I can drive...?...oh man, yea...let's do that!"

   And so we did, taking the outside stairway down from the deck to the
beach. We were momentarily distracted in our mission when we discovered
that tucked away under the deck on the ground level was a completely
enclosed indoor swimming pool that we quickly decided would be perfect for
future naked games and skinny-dipping! Crossing the beach, we stepped onto
the pier and walked out to where the boat sat bobbing on the gentle current
of the lake. As we got closer I could see that the boat was a beauty, a
Master craft wake board boat that looked spotless and new, a gleaming white
color with the typical Mastercraft slash bolt along the side in a vibrant
red. Chris was so excited I thought he might actually pee himself as I
released the lines from the dock cleats, and hopped aboard. He quickly
followed, rambling away about how awesome it all was, and when I settled in
behind the wheel he frowned, and said,

   "You said I could drive, Rob..."

   "And you can, too...just let me get it started up and clear of the dock,
okay?" I replied.

   He nodded, satisfied with that response, and he dropped his cute but
into the shotgun seat and waited while I found the keys, and fired up the
healthy sounding engine, and pushed off the pier. I fed it some gas, and
bubbled our way outside the swim buoys, where I took it out of gear, and
stood up, offering Chris the wheel. He quickly slid over, and grasped the
steering wheel, a dazzling smile on his face as I sat down next to him, and
explained the controls to him. It was actually pretty straight forward, and
after I cautioned him to take it slow at first, he dropped it into gear,
and we were off and running. It was great fun, Chris quickly mastering the
boat handling, and we ran a pretty good clip to the upper end of the large
lake where he cut back on the power and idled into a cove off to our
right. Once inside the protected harbor, Chris killed the engine, and got
up to move back to check out the wake boarding equipment stored there, and
I had the sense he knew what he was doing, so I asked him,

   "Are you into wake boarding, Baby?"

   "For sure, yea...I do it some back at home...one of my friends parents
have a boat." He answered.

   "Cool...to be right we really need another person on board to observe,
but since there isn't any real traffic out here, of you want to take a
board ride, I can tow you and use the mirror to keep an eye on you."

   "AWESOME!" he chirped, and quickly set about unlashing a board and then
locating a tow rope which he hooked up to the tow post.

   He peeled off his tee shirt, and when all the luscious young flesh came
into view I nearly abandoned the wake board idea to drag the boy to the
bench seat in the stern of the boat, but I managed to cool
it... barely. Chris adjusted the foot on the board to fit his dainty feet,
and then dragged out a ski vest which he secured around his lean body. We
paid out the tow rope in the water, and Chris hit the water with his board
as I maneuvered the boat into position, and when he called out he was all
set, I hit it. The rope went quickly taut, and Chris effortlessly rose to
his feet on the board and slid into the wide boat wake as I set the speed
for towing. He was good, and in no time he was cutting back and forth
across the wake, catching good air with each crossing. His little shorts
were barely clinging to his narrow hips, and I kept hoping that they might
just slip down his legs leaving his treasures on full display for my
personal enjoyment, given that I knew he was naked under the flimsy
garment. Just as well that didn't happen, I suppose, since the shorts
gathering at his knees would surely have caused a wipeout as he cut back
and forth.

   We stayed at it a good forty minutes or so, and he finally had had
enough, and he made a cutting gesture across his throat, and then released
the tow rope. Turning a wide circle around him, I watched him slowly sink
into the water until he was bobbing in his vest as I pulled in the rope,
and then idled over to pick him up. He climbed aboard, grinning widely, and
I thought how delicious he looked, his mop of hair plastered to his skull
and his creamy cheeks all flushed from his exertion. Those little shorts
clung to his treasures nearly obscenely, and they had slipped low enough in
back that a good inch or two of his snug crease was visible. I handed him a
towel, and he quickly skinned out of the shorts before he began toweling
his now naked body. My expression must have been telling since he grinned
at me, and giggled, as he said,

   "Sorry...I can't stand wearing wet shorts...feels all yucky!"

   I laughed, and reached out to fondle his limp boyhood and tight little
ball sack as I told him,

   "Baby, don't ever tell me you're sorry for getting naked...I love it
when you do!"

   He giggled some more, and thrust his narrow hips back and forth as his
penis swelled to erection while I toyed with it. He glanced down at his
rigid little stalk in my grasp, and he said,

   "AWww, now look what you did...you got me all hard again!"

   As if that took any real effort, I thought, as I went into a steady up
and down stroking of his erection, my free hand moving over his smooth
chest as I tweaked at his small nipples. He went quiet, his eyes narrowing
as he hissed softly,

   "Oh man...that feels so awesome...!"

   I lowered my head, and kissed the top of his head, then said into his
ear,

   "Glad you think so, Baby-boy...I love touching you so much...would you
like me to suck you...?...I'd love a taste of your sweet honey...?"

   "Oh God," he groaned..."YES...please, yes!"

   In a flash I was on my knees on the deck in front of him, and a second
later I was licking his delicious young cock and balls before taking the
length of his boyhood into my drooling mouth as my fingers toyed with his
dangling balls, the scrotum still tight and crinkled from the cool lake
water. His hands went to my bobbing head and his hips rocked back and forth
as I sucked him, and in short order I tasted the tartness of his abundant
precum as I relished hearing the soft mewing sounds of his pleasure mingled
with my own slurping noises. Without being fully conscious of doing it I
realized that I had slid an arm around him as I bobbed and drooled on his
rampant boyhood, and I was now rubbing my hand over his sweet little buns,
gripping the succulent mounds of firm flesh and dipping my fingers into his
snug crease. The whole of one bubbly cheek fit perfectly in the palm of my
hand, and as I trailed a finger down the length of his crease and lightly
touched his hidden treasure he rose up on his tiptoes, a loud gasp escaping
his chest as I circled his tight sphincter with a fingertip.

   He tugged sharply at my hair when I added some pressure against his
ring, and when my finger pushed through the resistance and inched up inside
him he flinched strongly. I held my breath, waiting for him to bolt and
pull away, or tell me to stop, but none of that happened as he actually
bent his knees some, and pushed back at my invading finger, adding some
pressure of his own to the act. Good God, he was tight, like a vise as he
tightened his anal muscles around my finger, and I relished the heat of him
there, and the silky smoothness of his anal walls. Gently, I worked my
finger around some, searching and then finding his special nubbin, and I
pressed it gently as Chris grunted, another loud gasp coming from him as I
massaged the sensitive gland and picked up the pace of my sucking him.

   "Oh God...shit, Rob...I can't...stop...so good...oh man...I'm gonna cum,
Dude...!" he squeaked breathlessly.

   And true to his word, he did just that, his narrow stalk bucking in my
mouth as he spurted several rapid jets of sweet boy-cum into my mouth. So
sweet, so creamy and warm, and I savored every offering before swallowing
it down as his young balls drained once more. As his spurting turned to
dribbles I let his wilting boyhood slip from my mouth as I slowly eased my
finger from his hot little hole, and I reached up for him as he slowly sank
to his knees, spent and panting loudly. I pulled him in close, and held him
as the intense orgasm waned, and he snuggled against my chest, still
struggling for normal breathing. Finally, he pulled his head back and
looked at me, a dazzling smile painting over his sweet face as he uttered,

   "Wow, Rob...amazing...maybe the best yet...you are SO the best!"

(Story Continues)
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