Date: Fri, 2 Apr 2010 15:30:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Beach Boy (1)

My Beach boy
By
Storyguy22
(1)

   My thirty-sixth year, and thus far it was definitely not my personal
best. The economic recession had begun the previous year and the longer it
persisted the more people felt its effects, and this year it had included
me.

   I had managed to hold on longer than many at my job, but my luck had
finally run out, and I had been pink-slipped ten days ago. The company had
been adamant that I would be called back just as soon as business took any
kind of uptick, and they had also been exceedingly generous with my
severance package, so for those reasons I was not overly eager to seek new
employment immediately, instead deciding to capture the opportunity for
some much needed down time. I reasoned that the generous payout package
would allow me to comfortably keep pace with the few financial obligations
that I had as a bachelor, those being limited to the reasonable rent on my
apartment and the various utilities that were required to keep the lights
and gas in service, along with the indispensable satellite television that
delivered my beloved sports and enough news to keep me abreast of world
events, no matter how depressing they might currently be.

   That reasoning in mind, I tossed a few essentials into a duffel bag,
gassed up the Corvette, and hit the road, my objective being a trip down
the California coast from San Francisco to San Diego. The timing of my
professional demise could not have been any better had I planned it, late
Spring on the cusp of Summer, and I relished the idea of a totally top-down
trip South while I drank in the always stunning views of the California
coastline and the blue Pacific.

   The first leg of my trip was actually a ways inland from the coast as I
drove down Hwy101 to the Salinas area where I turned west toward beautiful
Monterey where I planned to pick up Hwy 1, the coast hiway.  While I truly
loved the Monterey peninsula and surrounding areas of Carmel, and Big Sur,
I breezed right on past the area, continuing South with the wind in my hair
and the blue pacific ocean on my right as I put the Vette through its paces
on the curvy road. I finally decided to overnight in the coastal town of
Morro Bay where I checked into a decent motel close to the beach area, and
then took off walking in search of dinner, the scents of the ocean filling
my senses.

   The dinner was excellent, partaken of at a quaint seafood place on the
municipal pier, as was the bed in my room, and I awoke the next morning
feeling more alive than I had in some time. After a long wakeup shower and
a light breakfast I filled up the Vette and hit the road south once more on
a day that was equally as beautiful as the one before had been. I made
great time in the light weekday traffic, and even allowed myself a nice
lunch stop in Santa Barbara before getting back on the road, and it
occurred to me that the only thing I was lacking to keep the adventure from
being totally perfect was the pleasing company of some hot little twink-boy
to amuse me.

   Ah-ha, I hear you saying, there it is, and if you are indeed saying
that, then you're right. I am, and have long been, a boy-lover, and despite
my own advancement toward the dreaded 4-0, that little predilection showed
zero aptitude toward changing in the least. Well, in the interest of full
disclosure I suppose it would be fair to say that the one small area of
change in my little vise might be that recently my taste in boys seemed to
have advanced from my previous lust for twelve and thirteen year olds to a
slightly more mature vintage of, say, fourteen to sixteen year old boys of
the twink variety. As much deep thought as I had given to the "why" of my
particular addiction to nubile young boys I had never really reached any
better conclusion than the one I kept getting back to, to wit; I had simply
never outgrown the thrill and satisfaction that I had experienced in
sexually experimenting and exploring with other boys when I had been one
myself. Over time I had reached the conclusion that the "why" of it
mattered little, that it was what it was, and the bottom line was that
right or wrong I loved everything about teen boys, and that was that, end
of story.

   As I reached the Oxnard area the incredible aroma wafting from the
countless acres of fertile soil strawberry fields that were everywhere in
the area had me drooling so I backed off my original target of making my
second overnight further south, and I began searching for a motel. That
taken care of, I made the rounds of a few of the roadside strawberry stands
where I loaded up on a good deal many more baskets of the delicious fruit
then I really needed, and then returned to my room where I stacked them on
the table reasoning that by the time I returned from dinner and a walk
along the beach the room would smell like one big strawberry...I could
hardly wait!

   The following morning I was again on the road at an early hour, the
satisfaction of my having been right-on about the scent of the room when I
had returned not doing anything to dampen my cheerfulness. As I rolled up
onto the 101 freeway I had a big basket of the bright red beauties riding
shotgun on the passenger seat of the Vette, and every now and then I would
pop one into my mouth as my taste buds exploded in pleasure from their
natural sweetness, certainly not a bad gig to have going by any standard. I
definitely needed, I decided, to rethink this unemployed status.

   Reaching the L.A. basin, I continued to hug the coast as much as
possible, and when I reached the ocean front town of Santa Monica, I drank
in the beauty of the sugar-sand beach and sparkling ocean until I reached
the outskirts of town where I had started to pick up some speed. It was
then that I spotted him trudging along the shoulder of the road; a brightly
painted Boogie board tucked under one arm while his other one was raised in
a half-hearted effort to hitch-hike. I slowed as I pulled closer to the
boy, and I felt my pulse quicken as I determined him to be right in the
wheelhouse of my preferred age group, probably fourteen, maybe fifteen,
tops. He was wearing a pair of Hawaiian print shorts and some type of
leather sandals, and he was shirtless, the golden tanned skin of his back
nearly glistening in the bright sunlight. A shock of sun-bleached hair
topped his head and covered his ears, a few errant strands of it descending
down the back of his neck, and I let my eyes settle briefly on the perfect
mounds of his round little butt where the shorts hugged nicely. Hello Baby,
I thought, come to Daddy...as the spider once said to the fly.

   Pulling over alongside the boy, I stopped, and waited for him to realize
I was there. It only took a few seconds, and his head turned toward me as
he blinked as though having trouble believing that someone had actually
stopped for him, and I smiled at him as my eyes confirmed my earlier
estimate regarding his age. And God was he ever cute, in that California
surfer-boy kind of way. His kind of bushy eyebrows were a dead match for
his sandy colored hair, and his eyes sparkled a shade of blue much like the
ocean, and when he cracked a slow smile his even rows of dazzling white
teeth gleamed in the sun. There was a string of beads at his throat, a dark
leather strap decorated with some sort of small beads, or maybe shells, and
as I let my eyes travel over his well defined chest I noted the complete
lack of any body hair, just the toasted marshmallow tone of his tanned skin
that was highlighted by the presence of the dark circles of his somewhat
puffy little nipples. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly filling with saliva,
and then said,

   "Hi there, handsome...you going my way by any chance?"

   He blinked some more, not answering as his eyes quickly flicked between
me, the basket of strawberries on the seat, and the `Vette in
general. Finally, a slow smile painted over his sweet and boyish face, and
he nodded, as he said,

   "Wow Mister...this ride is awesome...and those berries look amazingly
good, too...um, maybe so...you going toward Marina Del Ray?"

   I wasn't, exactly, but it was south and if it got this beauty into my
car then I was all about Marina Del Ray all of a sudden, so I told him,

   "Yup, I sure am...is that where you're headed?"

   He gave me a vague nod, his gaze still traveling the sleek lines of the
Corvette while my own gaze traveled over the sleek lines of him, and I
definitely liked what I saw. Turning his eyes to meet mine, he replied,

   "Uh, yea...well, sort of that is...actually to this beach I know just
north of there."

   "Close enough," I told him, "So do you want a ride?...you can just stow
the board on the trunk rack there if you want, and hop in."

   He only hesitated for a second, and then he swung the board up and
secured it onto the luggage rack. He swung the passenger door open, and
picked up the basket of berries before dropping that pretty little butt
onto the bucket seat as he swung his smooth and tanned legs into the car
and shut the door. He looked over at me and grinned a mega-watt smile as he
told me,

   "Coolness...this is my first actual Corvette ride."

   Unable to resist the impulse, I leaned toward him a little and dropped
my hand onto his firm thigh as I said,

   "Then buckle up Buddy, and we'll get it started."

   His eyes dropped briefly to where my hand rested on his upper thigh, and
then he turned to reach for his seat belt which he snapped into place as I
put a little squeeze on that firm thigh, and then lifted my hand and put it
back on the steering wheel as I checked out the traffic behind us before
easing the car back into traffic. The boy brought the strawberries up to
his face and inhaled their aroma and I told him to help himself. He settled
the basket onto his lap, and then thought better of it as he spread his
legs and placed the basket between them on the seat as he picked one up,
and began eating it. He quickly devoured three or four of them which caused
me to chuckle as I asked him,

   "Wow, Dude...are you some kind of strawberry freak, or are you just
hungry?"

   Giving me a sheepish look, he grinned again as he replied,

   "Actually, both...I really love strawberries, and breakfast was, like, a
long time ago."

   I chuckled, and told him,

    "Well, if you promise to leave me at least one more berry I'll spring
for some lunch as soon as we find a place, how's that?"

   He did the coy look thing again, and then nodded as he answered,

   "That sounds awesome, actually...thanks, Mister!"

   I looked over at him, and made sure that he saw my gaze sweep his lithe
body before I said,

   "Okay then, it's a deal...and I'm not Mister...my name is Rick, and you
are...?"

   "Adam." he said, and then he popped another berry between those lush
pink lips and began chewing it.

   I laughed, and reached over to dig my hand into the berry basket while
making darn sure that my hand put some pressure on his own bulging basket
as I did it, and his reaction was swift, and showed interest as he glanced
at me, his eyebrows lifting in what I took as a challenging look. I bumped
his package again as I raised my hand with the berry in my fingers, and
moved it to my mouth where I kind of sucked at in a none-too-subtle fashion
as I watched him carefully. He watched me a few seconds and I saw the
corners of his mouth raise up in the beginning of a smile, or maybe a
smirk, as he uttered a single word, saying,

   "Sweet...!"

   That single word spoke volumes to me, and I gave the road my full
attention once more, somewhat secure in the thought that the boy and I had
reached an important understanding without really defining the terms of
it. It happened that way sometimes, mutual interest being communicated
without much conversation, as if some boys found it easier to imply their
interest. Good enough, I thought, imply all you want, hot-stuff, and I'll
just sit here and infer your meaning.

   Not much further down the road I spotted a decent looking sandwich place
where I pulled in. We went inside and ate, chatting as we did so, and I
learned that Adam was indeed fourteen, approaching his fifteenth birthday
in a few months, and that he was the only son of a single Mom who worked
too many hours to pay a whole lot of attention to what he was up to. They
lived in a rented place just outside Santa Monica, and he found the
breaking surf along the local beaches too close to shore for his passion of
Boogie-boarding, so he had found a neat little beach near Marina Del Rey
that better suited his needs, and that it was this beach he was headed for
when I came along. Lunch finished, we went back to the car, and after
firing it up, I decided to quit the little dance we had going and put my
cards on the table, go all in as they say, win or lose. Turning to face
Adam, I dropped my hand onto his thigh once more and said,

   "So Adam, here's the deal, and it's your call. I will drive you out to
your beach and you can go and do your thing, or, you could come with me and
get checked into some nice hotel where we can catch some pool time and sun,
whatever, and I'll drive you back to Santa Monica later on."

   He thought that over a bit, his gaze settled on my hand resting on his
thigh, and the gentle squeeze I was giving him made the meaning of my
proposal abundantly clear unless he was a whole lot less ring-wise than I
was giving him credit for. After a moment he lifted his eyes and met mine,
and after a pregnant pause, he nodded and said,

   "I guess I can go boarding any time, and, some poolside time sounds
really good."

   Smiling, I let my hand drift over to his crotch, and I found his
semi-hard boyhood. I closed my hand around it, and the semi instantly
became fully rigid as I briefly fondled his goodies as I told him,

   "I think so too, so why don't we do that."

   He shivered slightly as I fondled his erection, and then he mumbled
softly,

   "Yea lets."

   I looked into the blue pools of his eyes, my hand still groping his
ample boyhood as I told him with a smile,

   "Good call, Adam, and just relax, okay, my only intentions are to make
this a very pleasurable afternoon for us both, and then get you safely
home...while I readily admit my little bent for sexy young guys like you,
trust me when I tell you the only kind of harm you may suffer with me is a
really good kind of exhaustion."

   The expression on his sweet face was telling me that he was enjoying me
fondling his rigid erection in spite of some measure of caution that was
doubtless mingling with his rapidly escalating horniness, and as he
digested my little speech I saw the indecision wash away. He looked down to
where I stroked him, and he nodded slowly and said,

   "Sounds sweet...I'm liking how that feels already...can you control this
hot car with just one hand...?...I sorta hate the idea of you stopping
that."

   I laughed, pleased at his candor, and I gave his hardness a firm squeeze
as a promise of things to come, pun intended, and then told him,

   "Much as I'd like that, the steer-and-shift thing makes it pretty
tricky...how about we manage the occasional grope while I find us a nice
place, just to keep things edgy...we don't want to chance wasting any of
that precious nectar that is sure to result from overdoing it, right?"

   He chuckled throatily as ne nodded his agreement, and then replied,

   "Actually, I really doubt it's even possible for me to run short of
that...I've been known to blow it several times in a day without any signs
of running dry."

   Given his tender age I had little doubt of the veracity of his comment,
and my mouth was suddenly filled with saliva as I anticipated the acrid
sweetness of his boy honey flooding my mouth again and again. Eager now to
get someplace private with this delicious little morsel, I reluctantly let
go of his boner, and worked the car into the traffic flow, my antenna on
alert for a suitable motel. As we drove along the coast I made good my
promise by occasionally reaching over to grope his hardness, and Adam
willingly splayed his coltish legs to enhance my access to his treasures
which I interpreted as a non-rooky move, so I asked him,

   "So Adam, you get into this sort of thing a lot...?...letting guys like
me spirit you off to some motel room to exploit your boyish charms?"

   He giggled and answered,

   "Is that what's going on here, are you actually going to "spirit"
me...?"

   I had to laugh at that, and I replied,

     "I certainly hope that I am, yes...that, and several other things that
come to mind."

    Still chuckling, he expanded on the answer by telling me,

     "Actually, I haven't done anything like this before...not, like, at a
motel or anything...just some stuff with a couple of my friends, like, at
their house or mine...and I only got into it with a grownup one other
time."

    "I see," I replied, "so what did you guys do, if I might ask, or what
do you like to do...?...and I'd love to hear about this grownup, if you
feel like telling me."

   He gave a little shrug, hesitating, and I reached over to grope his
crotch again just to provide a bit of encouragement, and he quickly spread
those shapely legs again as I squeezed his rock hard erection. He shuddered
slightly, and then said,

    "Me and a friend...well, maybe like three friends, actually...kind of
played with each other's dicks and stuff...you know, like make each other
shoot cums, and the...man...he, um...did that too, and he sucked me too,
which was totally awesome."

   "Nice," I told him, "I'm happy to hear that you enjoyed being sucked off
because I plan to that to you a lot...do you mind if ask who the man
was...?...I'm curious is all."

   "Just some Dude who, like, hit on me at the mall one day...probably some
kids Dad, you know...?...I mean, he had on like a wedding ring and stuff,
so prolly."

   "Really...wow, that's really hot, Adam...how did that all go down?"

   He giggled heartily at that, commenting that it was the "Dad" who did
the "going down" and then he explained,

   "I could, like, feel him watching me when I was just kind of looking in
some store windows and stuff, and I knew he was following me around the
mall, so when I kinda figured out what he wanted, I went over to the food
court place and sat down at a table, kind of waiting for him to make a
move, or whatever, and in a while he got some coffee and came over to my
table and asked me if he could sit down, and I said sure. He sat right
beside me and after a while he let his leg rub on mine while he talked to
me and stuff, and he finally got to saying how really cute I was and stuff,
and then he asked me if I liked to get sucked off. I told him I really
didn't know if I did or not `cause it never happened to me, and so he said
he would love to suck my dick if I would go with him out to his car, and so
I said sure, and we did."

   "Wow," I replied, "aren't you the brave one...what made you so willing
to just go off with a stranger like that?"

    He grinned at me, and reached out to grab my wrist and pull my hand
into his swollen crotch as he answered,

   "Because I was all hard like I am now, and super horny from all his
talking to me like that, and besides he looked pretty much normal, and the
wedding ring and everything...I dunno really...I guess for the same reasons
I'm trusting you."

   "Touché', I said, "fair enough...so how did it turn out?"

   "It was totally fucking awesome, is how it turned out...other than being
a little freaked that somebody might see us doing it."

   I laughed at his enthusiasm, and said,

   "I imagine, yes, but then again, the fear factor can make it all that
much hotter...so how old was this guy do you think?"

   "Maybe like you...thirty's I guess...he actually tuned out to be pretty
cool, and the Dude could suck like a champ, too...he was, like, really hot
do me, you know?"

   "I can certainly understand his zeal, Adam...I feel pretty much like
that right now too as a matter of fact."

   He grinned, snatching my hand to his boner again as he replied,

   "Yea, me too Rick...check out how freaking boned you have me just
thinking about it!"

   I rubbed the knobby head of his cock with my thumb, and he shuddered at
the sensation as I pulled my hand back, and flipped on my turn signal as I
exited the hiway and turned into the parking lot of a nice looking
beach-front Ramada Inn and rolled to a stop under the portico. I looked at
Adam, and winked as I told him to sit tight, I'd be right back. He rested
his head back on the seat, and smiled sweetly as he nodded, and told me to
hurry, as though that wasn't exactly my intention.

   I registered for one night, and was given the key to a fourth floor room
on the beach side, and after securing the Corvette in the parking garage,
Adam and I took the elevator up, and located the room. I slid the key card
into the device, and when the lock popped, I pushed the door open, and then
bowed Adam into the room. I followed, and paused to put the "Do Not
Disturb" hanger on the knob before locking both the door and the security
bar...it would hardly do to have some over-zealous room maid come barging
in to find me naked and in bed with a fourteen year old boy of no relation,
right?

   Adam made a bee-line to the bathroom while I opened up the drapes and
slid back the glass slider to take in the stunning ocean and beach view and
to allow the cool sea breeze to waft into the room. I went to the king
sized bed, and sat down as I kicked off my sandals. The bathroom door
opened, and when I looked that way my heart skipped a few beats. Standing
there in the open door frame was Adam, his lean and fit young body clad in
nothing but a skimpy pair of bright yellow briefs that perfectly
accentuated his golden tanned skin and clung to the delicious curves and
bulges of his young package. I let my eyes float over his perfect body
while my cock threatened to rip through my shorts, and Adam preened sexily
for me, apparently enjoying my lust filled expressions. Unable to find my
voice, I lifted my hand and simply beckoned to him with a finger, and he
made his way over to me, and then stood directly in front of me, his lithe
legs parted and his narrow hips thrust slightly forward. I slowly shook my
head, stunned by his radiant beauty and youthful sexiness, and he actually
blushed a little as he asked in a very soft, and suddenly very boyish
voice,

   "Want to change your mind, Rick...?"

   I gulped, my mouth suddenly parched and dry, and I quickly shook my head
in the negative before I managed to croak,

   "Absolutely not a chance, Beauty, no way...you are
stunning...beautiful...sexy as all hell...wow, is all I can say...Jesus
Adam...I can't decide where to begin!"

   He chuckled softly, and then raised his hands above his head before
executing a slow, full turn while my heart stopped again. His skin was
absolutely flawless; nary a mole or a crease anywhere, and the only
evidence of hair to be found anywhere was the sparse tufts in his
underarms, and a faint dusting on his lower legs. I damn near swallowed my
tongue when his perky little butt rotated into view, the firm little globes
of his ass presented scant inches from my flushed face, and I focused on
the obvious crease that divided his tight buns, the yellow panty
accentuating it enticingly.

   Completing his pirouette, the boy stood stalk still before me, his arms
still raised above his head, and I let my lurid gaze drink in his abject
beauty, starting with his sweet and boyish face which sported an impish
smirk. I lingered on his satin smooth chest, so very tanned from the summer
sun, and I licked my lips as I studied his perky nipples, a darker tan than
his skin that had erected into tiny eraser tips of excitement. His raised
arm posture had pulled tight the soft skin covering his ribs, and the racks
of bone were visible just beneath, and his torso gently tapered to a narrow
waist that I estimated could not have been more than a size 28. His little
button was an "inney," a tiny cave at the center of his silky-soft tummy,
and there was the faintest beginning of a narrow "treasure trail" of silky
hair trailing downward from the button to duck under the elastic of his
briefs.

   Dropping my gaze lower, I settled it on his bulging package, the outline
of his rigid erection swelling fully against the thin fabric of the briefs,
and the plump pouch of his young balls bulged below. The nearly translucent
briefs confirmed my earlier conjecture that he was circumcised, and the
plum-like knob of his penis was clearly defined by the clingy material. His
legs were well shaped, and toned, evidence of his zeal for ridding his
board and the untold miles of beach hiking he did, and even his feet were
dainty, and seemed in perfect balance with the rest of his perfection.

    I sighed heavily, giving silent thanks to whatever mystic powers that
had brought me this absolute treasure, and then I lifted my trembling
hands, and began slowly touching the stunning boy, beginning with his toned
upper arms before moving to his chest, and perky nipples. I fingered the
tender nubs, gently pinching them between fingers and thumbs, and he gasped
as the sensations washed over him. I let my hand slide down his silky
torso, the warmth and softness of his skin unbelievable, and then I gripped
his swollen package in my hand, working the hardness up and down as my
other hand went to fondle his plump pouch and poke gently at the tender
orbs it contained. Adam groaned softly, his hips thrusting against my
exploring hand, and I leaned closer and licked the softness of his tummy,
my tongue tip invading the cave of his navel. God, he tasted wonderful, so
fresh and boy-like, and the heady scent of him was making me light
headed. I pulled back slightly, and then stuck out my tongue to wash over
the rigid tune of his boyhood repeatedly, and Adam rocked up onto his toes
as his fingers threaded into my hair nearly painfully, and I heard him sigh
loudly as he uttered,

   "Awww shit...that feels amazing...!"

   Funny, that was pretty much exactly what I was thinking as I tongue
washed his rampant boner again and again until the gauzy briefs were
soaked, and fully transparent. Still licking him, I slid my hand between
his splayed thighs and pressed firmly against that sweet spot just behind
his balls, and he groaned again as he tugged at my hair.

   "OHhhh fuck, Rick...jeez...!" he panted in excitement.

   My own lust was on full boil by now, and I suddenly simply had to see,
and taste this pulsing piece of boy-cock under my exploring tongue, so I
sat back, and grabbed at the waist of the briefs, yanking forcefully
downward until his rampant young cock sprang free, and slapped loudly
against his perfectly flat abdomen. His ball sack dangled nicely between
his firm thighs, full and, I was certain, fully charged, and his boyhood
treasure simply took my breath sway as I gazed hungrily at it. An
impressive offering for a fourteen year old boy, his cock was an easy
five-plus inches in length, formed as perfectly as an artist's sculpture,
and a good thickness of at least two inches, if not a bit more. The skin
tone was a healthy pink, and the knob-like head was a perfect mushroom
shape that was a slightly purple tone, and I licked my lips when I noticed
the glistening precum that oozed from the tiny slit at its center. Unable
to hold back another second, I reached for the perfect specimen of boy and
lifted it off his abdomen, and then leaned forward, and washed my tongue
all over the head, swiping away his drooling juices as he shuddered
strongly. I licked the length of the shaft, and then lapped at his dangling
pouch a bit before licking my way back to the knob.

    Opening my drooling mouth, I engulfed his beautiful cock to the hilt,
reveling in the sense of the spongy head hitting the back of my throat. His
fingers tugged at my hair, and he rocked up on his tip-toes again as I
bobbed my head up and down, sucking him like there was no tomorrow while my
fingers went to prod his balls and that tender place just behind them. He
was offering up precum in a steady flow, and I relished the tartness of the
slippery fluid as I sucked him with all that I had, eager now to drive him
over the edge so that I might reap the tasty reward I knew was forthcoming,
and he bucked his hips to match my bobbing motions.


   "OHhhh man...ohhh golly...Rick...Dude...I'm gonna...AGgggg...!!" he
wailed loudly as I felt his rigid stalk swell and buck in my drooling
mouth, and as he tugged painfully at my hair, his young balls rolled over,
and erupted, his powerful spurts of delicious boy-batter flooding my mouth
as I struggled to gulp each creamy offering to make room for the next, and
then the next, and then the next. If ever a man existed that could compete
with a teenage boy in terms of semen volume and forcefulness, I have yet to
encounter him, and Adam was definitely no exception to that rule of
thumb. He easily spurted a dozen good offerings of his warm sweetness, the
first several jetting into my mouth so strongly I nearly gagged on them,
and the final spurts coming in more of a rope-like dribble that seemed to
go on forever. When his spasms finally subsided, and his spent cock began
to wilt in my still sucking mouth, I pulled back so that I might savor his
creamy nectar by rolling it around in my mouth before happily swallowing it
down. I smacked my lips, the delicious aftertaste lingering on my tongue,
and I looked up at the still stunned and very flushed boy, and I opened m
mouth widely to show him that I had managed to ingest the whole of his
tasty offering, and he grinned widely before collapsing onto the bed beside
me, his chest heaving as he gulped in air. I stoked his smooth back, and
ran my hand over the heavenly mounds of his little butt, and I trailed my
finger into his warm crease as he panted and cooed beside me. Regaining his
breath at last, he rolled over onto his back and looked at me, a satisfied
if sheepish expression on his sweet face, and he said,

   "Oh my God...wow, wow, wow...how amazing was that...how amazing are
you...Jesus...that little blow job in the car was nothing...nothing at
all...!!"

   I laughed, and lowered my head to lick at his wilted boyhood and now
loose hanging balls, and when I sat back up, I told him,

   "Not only are you totally beautiful, Buddy-Boy, you cum like a freaking
fire hose, and you taste absolutely delicious...I don't suppose that we
might be able to do that again soon, can we?"

   He giggled, and stretched like a contented cat, and then said,

   "As amazing as you just made me feel, Mister...yea, you can do that
again whenever you want...that, and anything else you want that feels that
awesome!"

   Ah, yes...out of the mouths of Babes, it is said...anything I want,
hmmm...?...well, all righty then...!!

(End Part One)
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