Date: Mon, 3 Jul 2006 13:55:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nasty Man (Final)

   I was kind of surprised when several days passed, and the boy didn't
come back to the house. I had made it a point not to pressure him about the
frequency of his visits, and our sexual play, rather telling him that he
was welcome to drop by any time he felt the urge, and wanted to experiment
further. I was actually beginning to think that maybe my moving our play
into the anal area had freaked him out some, and that I had pressed the
game too far, and lost him. Strange, I thought, he had seemed to really
enjoy it, once he moved past his initial surprise, and had even produced
another of his surprisingly voluminous ejaculations as I had digitally
stimulated his small prostate. I sighed, saddened at the prospect of our
play being finished, but at the same time, I understood that boys that
young had short attention spans, and accepted that he had probably moved on
to new adventures.

   I had just finished lunch, and cleaning up after, when the door chime
sounded, and I went through the living room to see about it. As I swung the
door open, my balls gave off a considerable jolt, as I focused on the
widely smiling boy, once more adorning my humble doorstep.

   "Hi...," he chirped sweetly, "I'm back, if that's ok...?"

   I let my gaze drift over him, thinking that he looked even more stunning
than I remembered, as he stood there smiling, dressed in just a pair of
small shorts, and tennis shoes. His bare torso was golden tanned, and my
eyes lingered on his small nipples, as my mouth filled with a sudden rush
of saliva, as I lowered my hungry gaze, pausing briefly at his cute little
innie button, then, settling in the tempting bulge of his boy parts nestled
perfectly in the snug little shorts. I grinned, nodding my head
enthusiastically, and replied,

   "Well, hi yourself...and yes...it is most definitely ok...I was
beginning to think you had forgotten me, or something...come in, son,
please!"

   He giggled sweetly, and stepped over the threshold, moving into the
living room, as my gaze lingered on his pretty little ass, so nicely framed
by the small shorts. I licked my lips, remembering clearly the incredible
flavor of that lovely butt, and longed to sample it once more, that, and,
of course, that lovely young penis that prodded at his crotch. He sat right
down on the sofa, and I settled in along side him, and moved my hand onto
his creamy thigh, lightly caressing his golden skin just at the hem of his
shorts. He settled back, apparently not bothered by my groping his thigh,
and said,

   "No way, I wouldn't ever forget about you...and I really been wanting to
see you...but...well, I had to go someplace with my parents...to see about
a new house for us to move to...my Dad got, like transferred, and so I
guess now we have to move to that other town we were at."

   My heart fell, as I realized that my earlier premonition had, indeed,
been partly accurate, in that it appeared I might actually be losing him,
albeit for reasons other than his loss of interest. I shook my head,
frowning at his announcement, as my hand continued to savor the silky skin
of his upper thigh.

   "Oh buddy...I am really sorry to hear that...you and I are just getting
to be...special friends...and now, you are moving away...that, I think,
pretty much, just sucks!"

   He giggled at that, his nearly pretty face flushing hotly, at my use of
the verb, as he nodded his head, and glanced down at my hand threatening to
grope his boyhood, and replied,

   "I know, huh...I don't wanna move away, no way...not now,
especially...cause of you...and me...I mean...well...oh, you know what I
mean!" he blurted, his cute face reddening further.

   I chuckled, and slid my hand into his crotch, seeking, and finding, his
hard little boy nail, and I groped it, squeezing the rigid shaft gently, as
I said,

   "Yes, I know exactly what you mean...and believe me, I don't want to
have to give up...this...either...not one little bit!"

   He jumped slightly at the contact, his glowing face going slightly
brighter, then, settled deeper into the sofa, and spread his colt-like legs
wider. His dark eyes fixated on his lap, watching, as I stroked his proud
boyhood, reveling in its firmness, and the heat permeating from it through
the thin material of the shorts. He watched intently, as I groped his
penis, and dipped lower to tease at his tight little nuggets, then, lifted
his eyes to meet my own, and said, his voice cracking slightly,

   "Oh man...wow, that feels...so good...man, I really like how you touch
me...and...make me have all the good feelings...and...well...shoot
stuff...you know...man...how come I gotta move, anyway...it
really...sucks!" and he broke into a nervous little giggle at his clever
little play on my own words.

   Eager now to see his sculpted boyhood once more, I nodded my agreement
with his lament, and dropped to my knees in front of him, my fingers moving
to the elastic of his shorts, and tugging them, as he lifted slightly,
allowing me to slip the shorts down his smooth legs, and off his feet. I
sat back on my heels, and gulped, as I took in the delicious sight of the
boy seated on my sofa, his lithe, young body bare, save for the very small
pair of white briefs that clung to his erect penis in such a way as to be
nearly as sexy as if he were naked. I moved in between his hairless thighs,
and ran my fingers lightly up and down the creamy skin there, as I looked
into his doe-soft eyes, and told him,

   "Sometimes it is just really hard to be a boy, and be required to comply
with whatever twists life delivers, even when you really don't want to,
but, sad as it is, I'm sure there is a rewarding reason that your father
accepted the transfer, and, you and I will just have to make the most of
our remaining times together...make it all very, very special, to last us
both!"

   He inhaled a deep breath, the outlines of his rib cage pressing against
his thinness, and exhaled it, as he watched my hand venture into his tented
lap, and fondle his very stiff penis once more.

   "Can we...?...make it really special, I mean...can we do that...like,
today...?...cause we have to be in that new place in like, only a week, or
so, my Dad said."

   I smiled up at the boy, and gave his rigid weapon a good squeeze, and
nodded, answering,

   "Absolutely, we can, and we will...definitely...anything, and
everything, that you want, we will do...today...right now...and, every
single time that you can, and want to, until you have to go away, ok?"

   He nodded rapidly, and I worked a finger under the somewhat loose leg
band of his briefs, and probed his hairless scrotum, as he giggled, and
reached his delicate fingers to the waist of his briefs. He gripped the
elastic, and hoisted his little bubble but off the sofa, as he quickly shed
the sexy little briefs, and sat back, naked and erect, his pretty penis
bobbing before him. The boyish scent of him filled my senses, and my eyes
locked hungrily onto his sculpted boyhood, and the plump, hairless sac
below, and I groaned softly at the incredible, delicious sight of him. I
shook my head in wonder, and gripped his proud nail in my fist, and stroked
it, as I told him,

   "You are so very perfect...beautiful...and such a very pretty penis...and
balls...it is all but impossible for me to not want to touch you
everywhere...all at once...!'

   He grinned, and scooted slightly lower on the sofa, pointing his bobbing
erection directly at me, as he blushed prettily, and squeaked,

   "Would you...um...well, um...suck...please...?"

   I chuckled, thinking that there was absolutely no chance that I was not
going to suck this specimen of perfect young boyhood, but nodded anyway,
and slowly moved forward between his slender legs, and fed his granite hard
boyhood into my hungry mouth, as my fingers gently prodded his scrotum, and
tight balls. He groaned, and shuddered slightly, as I moved my head over
his penis, savoring the taste of him, and the velvet soft texture of his
smooth head on my tongue. His small hands balled into fists at his sides,
and his little butt rose slightly, as I took the smoothness of his cock
head into my throat, and swallowed several times, as my fingers tugged
lightly on his taut balls, and the fresh, youthful flavor of him flooded my
taste buds.

   I worked his now drooling penis, applying every skill I could muster to
give him pleasure, and I savored the slightly nutty taste of his flowing
precum, then, released him, wanting to forestall his impending orgasm, as I
dropped my head between his tender thighs, and lapped at his crinkly
scrotum. His legs parted wider, and he lifted one, placing the sole of his
foot at the edge of the sofa, opening his tight scrotum to my oral assault,
as it hung slightly loose from his juncture. I licked the taut, hairless,
bag all over, and captured one, and then the other, of his grape sized
balls in my mouth, sucking them in turn, and then, both together, as he
groaned softly above me.

   I gave his perfect little nuggets a thorough tongue bath, and briefly
returned to suck his rigid boyhood, then, pulled away, and gently nudged
him, guiding him to turn, and lie on his tummy, as I ran my tongue over the
creamy smooth globes of his pert little ass. I urged him up onto his knees
slightly, and slid my hand between his thighs, groping and stroking his
penis, and hanging sac, as I ran my tongue into the warm crease of his
pretty ass, and stabbed at his pink little oval, as he moaned, and grunted
beneath me. I could feel the steady wetness at the silky head of his cock,
as his precum oozed steadily from the tiny slit there, and I wiggled my
tongue tip over the firm ridges of tissue that made up his center, then,
rolled it, and stabbed it inside his tight little ring, and drove it inside
his warm tunnel as far as I could make it go.

   He squealed slightly, and I rapidly stroked his throbbing boyhood, as I
tongued fucked his tasty little chute until my jaw threatened to lockup,
and I withdrew, quickly replacing my tongue with a spit-soaked finger. I
danced my fingertip over his budding prostate several times, still sliding
my fist over his rigid penis, and felt his anal contractions on my finger
as he worked the muscles in reaction to my fingering him. His precum was
flowing heavily now, and I knew he was very close to orgasm, and I was
suddenly hungry for his copious ejection of creamy boy-cum, so I withdrew
my finger, and quickly rolled him once more onto his back, and dove in to
swallow that pretty little penis to the very hilt, as my finger once more
delved into his firm little pucker, and stabbed at the firm little gland
inside.

   He grabbed at my hair, tugging sharply, as his pert little ass humped up
off the sofa, and he drilled his swelling boyhood deeper into my sucking
mouth, and I felt it flex, and spasm sharply, as he released a deep groan,
and erupted, spewing his surprising volume of creamy young semen into my
hungry mouth. Repeated, rapid-fire jets of his creamy pearls flooded over
my tongue, and quickly flooded my mouth, and I swallowed repeatedly, once
more amazed at his serious volume, easily an equal to any adult I had ever
experienced.

   Finally, he was spent, and his body suddenly went limp, and he sagged
back onto the sofa, his breath ragged, and deep, as his smooth chest pumped
up and down, struggling for air, as I slipped his now tender penis from my
mouth, and gently suckled the smooth head, my fingers milking the wilting
shaft to claim every droplet of his creamy offering that still drizzled
from his drained boy balls. God, what an absolutely amazing boy, I thought,
simply amazing, and, by the grace of whatever mysterious good fortune, he
had been mine to experience, if only for so brief a time.

   The beautiful boy did, sadly, leave town with his family a few days
hence. We had one final opportunity together before his departure, and it
was, as were all the others, memorable to a fault. It had been all too
brief, but certainly intense, and wonderful, and an experience of a
lifetime for me, and, I like to think, in some ways, for the boy, as
well. I know his memory will make the final journey with me when the time
arrives, and I hope that wherever his young life carries him that he, too,
will always fondly remember his experiences with the Nasty Man.

THE END
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