Date: Tue, 9 Oct 2007 13:34:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Real or Imagined

   Another work of fiction from the quite possibly demented mind of
storyguy22. Please respect all usual disclaimers.



   Josh felt the familiar sensation of being watched before he managed to
identify its source, the tiny hairs at the back of his neck kind of
tingling, as if they were standing up, away from his skin. As he moved his
head in a slow and determined arc, carefully scanning the large crowded
shopping mall in search of his subtle admirer, he let his mind reflect on
how many times in the scant thirteen years of his life he had experienced
this feeling, and he chuckled softly to himself, not really putting a
number to his reflections, but letting the term "a lot" suffice instead.

   Still carefully eyeing the throng of people in his quest to identify the
source of stimulation to his internal antenna, he already was sure that it
would be a man, an older man definitely, as they always were. He had often
wondered just what it was about himself that drew them to him, and, exactly
what it was that seemed to somehow telegraph his presence to them so that
they focused on him, be it like now, at a crowded mall, or at the park, or
some video arcade that he might find himself at, totally absorbed in one of
the games he loved so much, until that now familiar tingling feeling at the
base of his neck destroyed his concentration, and he shifted his attention
to identifying its source, just as he was now engaged in.

    His musings regarding what the attraction might be had in recent weeks
shifted away from his physical appearance, which he considered no better
than average for a thirteen year old boy. Josh had experienced a bit of a
growth spurt the previous summer, as puberty made its inevitable appearance
in his developing young life, and he now stood nearly five foot, six inches
tall, and weighed around one twenty five, the pounds being perfectly
distributed over a lean frame, devoid of any sign of real bulk, other
perhaps than his somewhat broad shoulders. His torso was nicely tapered,
reducing in a gentle "vee" shape from shoulders to narrow waist, and hips,
and his legs seemed proportionate to his trunk, as they tapered down to his
trim ankles, and somewhat small feet. He was confident enough to consider
himself a handsome boy, his boyish cuteness slowly giving way to a more
chiseled look, as his puberty continued its advance, and he lost more of
his inherent baby-fat. His eyes, he thought, were his most striking
feature, being an unusual Cobalt shade of blue, and symmetrically aligned
in his face, set off even more by the rather heavy and very blond swatch of
eyebrows, and unusually long, and curly eyelashes, certainly so for a
boy. It was a frequent source of mild embarrassment to him that his many
female friends too often verbalized their wish to have been so blessed with
such "pretty" eyes, but he secretly appreciated their uniqueness, and he
was happy to possess that one stand-out feature in an otherwise fairly
regular face. His hair was equal in blondness to his eyebrows, and he
preferred it slightly long, and neatly layered, so that it covered his
ears, and hung slightly over his collar in the back, as well as
occasionally rendering errant strands to cascade over his forehead, which
he had, over time, developed a habit of flicking away without being
actually conscious of his having done it.

   His eyes now scanning carefully over the food court area where he was
seated at a small table, as he occasionally sipped at the straw that stood
in the drink cup in front of him, Josh mused further about the sort of
magnet that he apparently possessed which somehow seemed to transmit a
signal to nearby boy lovers, as he had come to think of these men, and he
again affirmed to himself that it wasn't his appearance that did it, but
more the fact that while the man was watching the boy, thinking the rather
sinister thoughts that boy lovers tend to process while admiring a nubile
young boy from a distance, the boy was actually thinking very similar
thoughts about the man, once he had finally been identified.

   This rather startling realization had, at first, been somewhat shocking
to Josh, as the stark realization washed over him that he was, indeed, very
much interested in striking a liaison with these men, these so-called boy
lovers, and, it had shocked him to recognize, and then admit, that the
strange feelings he experienced when being stalked by a man were indeed
highly sexual in nature. As he had eventually warmed to this line of
thinking, Josh had discovered the stunning power that the man's desire for
him actually placed under his own control, and, as he had fumbled through
the first few awkward dalliances with these lust filled men, he had learned
to hone that power, and use it to his advantage, and enjoyment. The
incredible pleasures available within the man-boy sexual arena had
certainly not been lost on Josh, and, he had very quickly learned that the
most vehement desire within this type of men was to provide the boy with
the maximum sexual pleasure available in his particular arsenal, and that
his own only real responsibility to the encounter was one of ready
compliance with the man's searing desire to pleasure his lithe young body
in a myriad of rather imaginative ways. And it was on those terms that Josh
had come to accept such pleasure when it was offered, rationalizing that if
giving him such breath-taking pleasure also somehow pleasured the man, then
what was the sense in resisting, despite a lifetime of oft reiterated
warnings from his parents, his church, and his teachers, regarding the
dangers of allowing such encounters.

    Not finding his cautious admirer among the food court patrons, Josh
took another pull on his soda, and shifted his gaze to the storefront
opposite his perch, and scanned slowly along the wall of glass windows,
until he spotted him, inside the book store, as he pretended to study a
tome opened in his hands, while his eyes clearly looked over the top of the
book, and rested squarely on Josh. Josh fixed his practiced gaze on the
man, and quickly ran through a mental assessment of his target, his
would-be lover, and he decided that he felt comfortable with what he was
seeing. The man was clearly shaken some by the cool, and clearly assessing
look that Josh was giving him, as his stunning blue eyes slowly measured
the man, top to bottom, then back, to meet his now blinking gaze.

   Probably close to forty, Josh decided, and handsome enough, his hair
neatly trimmed, and his face clean shaven. He appeared fit, as well, the
short sleeved pull over shirt fitting nicely to his trim body, and his
exposed arms appearing nicely toned, and tanned. The storefront hid most of
the man's lower body, its height allowing josh to see only enough to
ascertain that he wore some type of khaki pants, most probably Dockers, but
he could surmise what lurked behind the soft khaki material, and he was
certain that there would be nothing at all soft about that, not once the
game had begun. The man raised his arm, and quickly ran his fingers through
his dark hair, a slight look of embarrassment crossing his pleasant face,
and Josh was not at all surprised to notice the gold wedding band that
adorned the third finger, left hand. He still found it surprising how many
of these men were married, and that many had young children of their own,
while all the while harboring their closely guarded lust for sex with young
teen boys, but he had learned to accept that for what it was, while
admitting to himself that he really didn't understand it. A quick image of
his own father flashed across his mind, a vivid image of him involved
sexually with a naked teen boy, and he instantly dismissed it out of hand,
secure in his knowledge that his own father was not even remotely like any
of these kind of men that he had come to know in recent weeks.

   Returning his full powers of concentration to the man in the bookstore
window, Josh metaphorically pushed the opening chess piece onto the board,
as he slowly smiled broadly at the staring man, and casually dropped one
hand into his lap, where he tugged upward on the slack leg of his shorts,
allowing the now agape-mouthed man a clear view of his satin smooth upper
thigh, and hopefully, a trace glance at his snow white little briefs. The
man's eyes went wide briefly, his dark eyebrows lifting, before he gathered
himself, and made a rather bad attempt to resume his cool aloofness, and
pretending that he was actually reading the book that he held in now
trembling hands. Josh waited patiently, intently watching the man, and he
rewarded his patience with a small smile, as he watched the man's eyes
again drift above the top of the book, and focus on his partially exposed
crotch once more.

   Ah, got you, thought Josh, as he deftly executed his second chess move,
a well thought out maneuver that had him slowly and sensually walking his
slender fingers along his exposed inner thigh, until his hand ended up in
his crotch, where he idly strummed it along the length of his now very
erect boyhood, a move that caused the man's mouth to again drop open, as he
struggled to regain control of the book he very nearly had dropped. Smiling
sweetly, Josh gave a barely perceptible toss of his head, silently inviting
the man to come over, and join him at his little table at the edge of the
food court, and he watched carefully for the expected reaction, first a
rapid flicking of the man's eyes between his smiling face, and the
continuing movement of his hand over his swollen penis, and, when the man
looked at his face again, Josh repeated the head toss, restating his silent
invitation to come join him.

   The guy was clearly thinking hard about it, the lust mixed with
indecision clear on his face, and Josh added yet another chess move to the
game by bringing his other hand to his lap, and then using it to slowly
push up the hem of his tee shirt, effectively baring his smooth torso very
nearly up to his pert little nipples, and he watched the man's eye's widen
yet again, as he eagerly drank in the stunning view of the boy's smooth and
creamy skin, coupled with his obvious manipulation of his young
erection. The man blinked several times rapidly, his pretense at reading
now forgotten, as one hand moved to replace the book on the shelf in front
of him, and his other hand dropped below Josh's sight line, most probably
making a much needed adjustment to the front of his slacks. He took one
last, long look at the partially exposed boy's body, the lust clearly now
overriding the earlier indecision as he raised his hungry gaze to meet
Josh's bold stare, then, lifted his hand to point at himself, as his
eyebrows went upward in question, and Josh smiled again, speaking to the
man with his thoughts, as he silently implored him, yes, oh definitely yes
Mister, come and sit with me. To assure that the guy was getting it, he
again gave the slightest toss of his head, and several soft streamers of
his blond hair washed across his forehead, as the man nodded quickly just
once, then, disappeared from the window.

   In seconds the guy appeared at the wide door to the store, and he paused
only briefly, as he glanced both right, and left, then moved quickly across
the small space to Josh's table. Reaching the table, he stopped opposite
Josh, and his eyes quickly dropped to capture this much closer-up view of
the satin smooth tummy the boy was again exposing, and, the maddening sight
of his young hand fingering his hidden treasures. He gulped several times,
as Josh watched his pronounced Adam's apple bob, and he opened his mouth to
speak, but only emitted a small croaking noise before clearing his throat,
and trying again, as he managed,

   "Uh, hi...how...um...why...well, just hi, I guess."

   Josh simply smiled, his perfect white teeth gleaming in the brightness
of the well lit mall, and he flicked his eyes at the chair next to the man,
another silent invitation for the man to sit, and join him. As the
befuddled man pulled out the chair, and settled himself onto it, Josh fixed
him with yet another stunning smile, as he softly told him, his voice still
high toned with his budding puberty,

   "I am all of your dreams come true."

   The man blustered, the shock of Josh's proclamation clearly stunning him
as he struggled with disbelief that he had actually heard him correctly,
and he reflexively took another glance around, no doubt hoping against hope
that some nearby lurking policeman had not overheard the boy's brash
statement. Gathering himself somewhat, he again stared at Josh, and
muttered,

   "Really...?... well now, young man...just what would you know of
my...dreams?"

   Josh chuckled softly, his azure eyes twinkling, as he gave a small shrug
of his shoulders, then replied, looking directly into the dazed man's eyes,

   "I know that you dream about touching a boy like me, and, I am going to
let you have that dream."

   Again nearly choking, the man blinked some more, his eyes unable to
resist looking down at Josh's soft, bare tummy, and the hint of white
underwear that was visible at the top of the creamy thigh that was on
display, and he gulped again, then croaked,

   "Even if that were the case, this is hardly the place for anything like
that, the middle of a crowded shopping mall...and beside that, you are far
too young to even be having this...discussion."

   Josh chuckled again, fully enjoying that he clearly had this man by the
balls, secure in the knowledge that the guy was like putty in his hands,
that there was no way in the world that he would allow such an opportunity
to slip away, and he moved his chess pieced to seal the guys fate, as he
boldly replied,

    "I'm thirteen Mister...exactly the age of all the boys in your dreams,
and, you know full well that there is nothing you want more in the world
than to see me naked, and to touch me all over, and to finally live out all
of those things that keep you watching boy's like me wherever you go...I
felt you watching me before I saw you watching me, and I know what you were
thinking as you watched me, and, you can have that wish if you want it...I
like men to touch me that way, and all you need now is the guts, and some
place where we can do it...everything that you have ever wanted is sitting
right in front of you right now."

   The man's face was bright red, and lightly sweating, and he gave another
nervous look around, as he struggled with the boy's unbelievable boldness,
and the apparent sincerity behind that boldness, and he finally managed to
again look the little cutie in the eye, as he seemed to make up his
mind. He gave a curt little nod of his head, as he seemed to silently
challenge the gregarious boy, as he said, obviously a touch short of
breath,

   "I know that any minute now I am going to wake up, and this dream will
be over, but, until then, how would you like to come along and see the nice
camper van I have out in the parking lot?"

   Josh smiled again, mentally setting his hook, and reeling in his trophy
fish, as he stood up, squaring his position to the man so there could be no
chance of him not clearly seeing his four inch erection poking out the
front of his shorts, and, just to add additional chocolate to the frosting,
he executed a huge, full body stretch, his arms going above his head to
lift the tee shirt, and again provide a flash of his satin smooth torso for
the man's hungry perusal, as he nodded his head, and answered,

   "Cool...I actually would like that...camper vans are
awesome...especially in the back."

   The man managed, barely, to tear his hungry gaze from the smooth tummy
that he really wanted to lean in and lick, and he too stood, and his rigid
erection lurched strongly in his distended slacks, as the boy calmly
gathered his hand in his own much smaller one, and said, loudly enough for
the benefit of any nearby observers,

   "Come on Dad, I finished my drink, so we can go now."

   Numbly, his mind reeling with the unfolding events of this incredible
day, the man blindly stumbled along with the clearly in charge young
boy. As they walked outside, and then made their way through the vast sea
of parked automobiles that choked the parking lot, the man struggled to
accept the completely unbelievable series of events that had just occurred,
a likely culmination of a life time of dreaming of just such an occurrence,
and he finally managed to accept at least two apparently very real facts,
one that he was totally certain that his cock had never before been as hard
as it was at this moment, and two, that he was actually mere moments away
from at long last experiencing sex with a young, and incredibly attractive
thirteen year old boy. He shuddered strongly at the prospect, and strived
to appear very much the calm and collected Dad, enjoying some time at the
mall with is young son, as passing cars, and pedestrians nodded polite
hello's as they passed the boy, and the man.

   Reaching his parked van, the man nervously unlocked the passenger side
door, and Josh happily slid right in, as the man nervously circled the
front end, than climbed in behind the wheel. He glanced over at the smiling
boy, and his eyes drifted down to the smooth thighs that protruded from the
boy's shorts, and then settled on the tented lap, his heart literally
hammering inside his chest. The stunningly cute boy sat still, watching the
man watch him, and he calmly reached for the hem of his tee shirt, then
lifted it, peeling the garment over his head so that his long, blond hair
flared in the soft breeze generated by the action. The man's eyes went very
wide, as he ogled the boy's flawless and creamy skin, and the tiny dark
dots of his small nipples, and he groaned audibly at the stunning sight,
and the sweet, fresh aroma wafting from the boy.

   "Oh God...!" he groaned, totally unable to tear his eyes away from the
boy's golden tanned skin, and his lean, and boyish physique.

   The boy continued to smile, and watch the man closely, nearly clinical
in his evaluation of the man's reactions, and he calmly raised both arms
above his head, the move eliciting additional moaning from the man as his
creamy smooth, and totally hairless underarms flashed into view. The man
eyes bored onto the exposed little hollows, his tongue swiping hungrily
over his dry lips, and the boy expertly read the response, as he softly
inquired,

   "You want to touch me there, I bet...and maybe lick me, too..."

   The man felt the heat building under his collar, and he suddenly
couldn't seem to get his breath, as he stared hungrily at the boy, his mind
silently yelling at him that yes, oh God yes, the boy had nailed it, he
wanted to touch, and lick that tender and succulent place more than he
wanted what remained of his sanity.

   Moving almost faster than the trembling man could follow, the boy
hoisted his slender butt upward off the bucket seat, and skinned his shorts
down those perfectly formed, and totally hairless legs, and dropped them to
the floor, and then settled his cute little butt back on the seat, as he
smiled at the stunned man, sitting there in nothing but a tiny pair of pure
white, and apparently satin, or possibly even silk, French style
briefs. The barely-there garment was nearly translucent, cut high at each
hip, and it clung to the boy's erection almost as if it were not there at
all, the perfectly shaped ring of his circumcised penis knob clearly
defined beneath the shadowy material, and the lump of his well filled
scrotum easily discernable as well, and the man gulped, as a low groan
escaped his very dry mouth. The boy smiled wickedly from his seat, and
slowly ran his fingers along his inner thighs to the knee, then back up,
and he trailed them over his tented crotch, touching his balls first, and
then his swollen boyhood, as he said, his youthful voice only adding fuel
to the fires raging within the man,

   "You really want to touch me here, I know you do, and here, and here,
too...you can, you know...it's alright...go on...just do it...just touch
me...anywhere...everywhere...like you have always wanted to do with a boy
like me."

   The man was barely breathing, nearly drowning in his own juices, as he
watched the boy touch all those parts that he so desperately wanted to
see...to touch...to taste...and he feared that he might actually suffer a
stroke, as he felt his head pound, and his heart race, as he sat petrified,
unable to move a muscle, as he watched the boy caress his incredible young,
and very nearly naked, body as he taunted the man mercilessly. His cock was
so hard that it ached, and his balls churned, threatening to unload into
his slacks which suddenly seemed much too small, and still he was unable to
speak, or move. The boy watched him closely, fully aware of his tenuous
condition, and he slowly, ever so slowly, hooked his thumbs into the waist
of the tiny little briefs, and then tugged them outward, as he shifted his
stunning blue eyes downward, and looked at the perfect specimen of boyhood
that was blocked from the man's view by the angle.

   "I have a really pretty cock, you know...not especially a big one, but
it is very pretty, and all smooth, and so hard right
now...excited...wanting you to see it...touch it...taste it...and make it
shoot all that sweet cream from my nice plump balls...you want to see my
penis, I know you want that... and my balls too...see all of me...touch all
of me...taste all of me...you want that all, Mister, I know that you
do...why don't you just do it...touch me...make me all naked, and touch me
all over....hmmm?"

   The man's jaw hung slack as he continued to stare at the incredible
creature seated along side him in the van, and despite the overpowering
lust that boiled within him, some narrow corner of his lust filled mind
registered the fact that he was sitting in a crowded and busy mall parking
lot, in broad daylight, with a very nearly naked thirteen year old boy, and
his always overly cautious nature surfaced briefly, causing him to tear his
eyes away from the stunning boy, and take a quick look around, suddenly
fearful of being caught in such a damning situation by some passing mall
security guard, or roving police cruiser. When he had assured himself that
no one was paying particular attention to the van, he turned quickly back
to the boy, and he gasped out loud at finding the passenger seat completely
vacant.

   "SHIT...of fuck...he's gone!" he barked loudly, his eyes eagerly
scanning outside the van in search of the boy, all the while asking himself
how the kid could have just bailed out in his practically naked state.

   A soft giggling sound emanated from the rear of the van then, followed
by the boy's soft and youthful voice, saying,

   "It's much nicer back here, Mister...really nice and comfy...and way
more private too...there's even a...bed...wow...don't you want to come back
here with me, Mister...come on...I really want you to do that...I want you
to do....everything...to me...please?"

   Twisting in his seat, nearly cracking his neck in his haste to turn
toward that silky young voice, the man groaned loudly when he saw the boy,
half reclined on the side sofa in the dimness at the rear of the van, his
coltish legs splayed widely, as his slender fingers drew light trails over
his ample erection where it poked strongly at the tiny panty. It was simply
too much, and the man caved totally to the image before him, and he could
hardly move fast enough in his awkward vault from his seat, to the van's
interior. He stood over the reclining boy, his knees all but knocking, and
his breath coming in ragged gulps, as he once more took in the beauty of
the boy, and his incredibly sexy pose. The boy smiled up at him, his
fingers now tracing small circles around his small, and slightly puffy
nipples, as he cooed softly,

   "See...?...this is nice...all cozy, and safe...nobody can see us in
here, Mister...look...see how my nipples are all stiff...?..all
excited..?...it feels so good to touch them...I know that you want to touch
my nipples Mister...and you know you want to, too....will you,
Mister....please...I want you to touch me...."

   As if by rote, the man extended his arm, his fingers only just making
searing contact with the boy's silky skin, and he sensed the warm, smooth
skin under his fingertips, and a low groan escaped from his chest, as the
boy lowered his arms to his sides, and arched his back slightly, as the man
let his fingers glide across one swollen nipple, and then the other. He
flicked the firm little buttons under his fingertip, then, gently clamped
down on them in turn, as the boy smiled, and made soft cooing noises,
whispering how good that it felt, encouraging the man to touch him more,
touch him anywhere, and everywhere. The man's eyes were riveted on the
swollen little panty, the boy's penis nearly appearing to pulse beneath the
translucent material, and he gasped at seeing a darker wet spot centered at
the visible knob of the young erection. Letting his hands roam over the
silk-like smoothness that was the boy's chest, and then the soft tummy, the
man groaned again, and murmured,

   "You're just so beautiful...so smooth, and soft...so very young, and
alive...vibrant, and wanting....God...oh, God!"

   The boy smiled again, as he brought his knees to his chest, revealing
the soft curve of his perfect little butt to the man, and then executed a
quick little twist, as he dropped his feet to the carpeted floor of the
van, and stood up. He faced the man, and put his hands on his shoulders,
urging the man to sit, and he did, dropping awkwardly onto the sofa. The
boy stood directly in front of him then, and the position brought the man
to eye level with the distended panty, and he groaned deeply, the scent of
the boy washing over him. The boy chuckled softly, fully aware of the
effect his young body was having on the man, and he slowly lifted his arms
above his head, as he arched his back, and thrust his pelvis forward, the
erect young penis scant inches from the man's face, as he said, very
softly,

   "Look at me, Mister...see how hard I am...I'm very excited, and very
hard now...I'm even leaking, Mister...and I know that you really want me to
be all naked...and I want that too...shall I, Mister...?...shall I take
these off, and be all naked for you...?...and then...will you touch me,
Mister...?...please...I really want that a lot...and, so do you...you know
you want that...all of that...just tell me, Mister...ask me, and I will
take it off."

   The man nearly choked, so copious was the saliva that flooded his mouth,
and he stared wide eyed at the boy's erection, actually even more sensuous
in it's gauzy concealment than if fully naked, and he swallowed hard,
nodding, as he choked out, his voice trembling with overwhelming
excitement, and lust,

   "Yes...oh God, yes...take off the briefs...get naked...oh God,
please...yes...I need so badly to see you...to touch you...to have
you...please...!"

   The boy chuckled again, clear now that he had the man, and there would
be no more holding back now, no last second withdrawal, or garnering of his
senses, and with a deliberate slow movement, the boy moved his hands to the
waist of the tiny brief, and eased his slender fingers under the band, as
the man stared fixatedly at his still concealed erection. Taunting the man,
the boy swiveled his hips saucily, as he slowly, agonizingly slowly, eased
the small garment lower on his hips until the first traces of his scant,
and silky blond pubes began to rise above the top of the panty. The man was
all but drooling, and he clenched his fists tightly in resistance to the
overwhelming temptation to just reach out, and rip the sexy little undies
off the boy, and free that throbbing young erection to his hungry
view. Another slow roll of the gauzy material then, and the root of the
boy's penis was visible, and the man groaned again. The boy turned then,
displaying his sculpted backside to the man, as he wiggled those heavenly
little mounds, then peeled down the back of the brief, exposing the snow
while globes, and the tempting little crease that perfectly divided them.

   The man actually did drool then, his saliva trailing over his chin, as
he drank in the beauty of he most perfect little ass he had ever seen in
his life. The boy craned his neck, looking backward at the drooling man,
and he giggled sweetly at the effect his little bubble was having on the
man. He turned back then, once more facing the man, and he scooted forward,
closing the scant inches of space between them, and he again lifted both
arms over his head, as he cocked his hip, and said,

   "I bet that you would like to finish taking this off me, wouldn't
you...yes...do that Mister... you finish getting me all naked."

   Fearing that he might pass out from his rapid and shallow breathing, and
the overload to his senses, the man gulped in air, then, extended weak
arms, and visibly trembling fingers toward the silky smooth boy before him,
and for the first time touched the satiny material of the sexy undies. His
breath caught in his throat, and a small gasp escaped from his wide open
mouth, as he tugged downward on the skimpy garment, and the youthful
erection sprang free, very nearly slapping him in the face, and he quickly
shoved the panty to the boy's ankles, then, sat back, looking at the now
totally naked youth, his expression one of pure incredulity. The boy was
far more than beautiful, he was pristine, perfect in every way, and the man
was hyperventilating as he stared at the flawless specimen of teen boy that
stood naked and still before him.

   Coming as no surprise to the man at all, his eyes first zeroed in on the
proud erection that swayed nearly vertical to the boy's nearly smooth
groin, and his first impression was that it was so perfectly sculpted as to
nearly defy realness, as if someone had perhaps very carefully, and while
consuming huge blocks of time, hand crafted a molding of the perfect
thirteen year old erection, and then somehow affixed the result to the
nearly hairless groin of this particular boy. As the boy had intimated in
his earlier taunting of the man, it was not an especially large penis,
though the man had a total of zero actual experience from which to draw a
fair comparison, it was perhaps five inches in length in this obviously
very erect state, while no more than perhaps an inch in circumference. The
circumcised head was a perfect helmet shape, and it flared slightly wider
than the glassy smooth shaft, and the tiny slit at its center glistened
wetly, as the boy's excitement expressed itself in the form of oozing
pre-seminal fluid. There was a budding swatch of freshly emerged pubic
growth at the root of the penis, so blond in tone that it was easily
missed. The plump pouch of his scrotum was held close to his body, and the
balls themselves appeared larger than the man would have expected on a boy
this young, and still involved in puberty, and the slightly crinkled sac
was a vibrant, and healthy shade of pink, and the man found himself nearly
drooling yet again, as he clearly imagined taking the hairless bag into his
mouth.

   He looked carefully at the boy's well formed, and very shapely legs,
noting the complete lack of hair growth, and the well toned thighs, a
likely indicator of the boy's being a regular participant on some form of
sport, other than the seduction of adult men, which he obviously excelled
at. Letting his gaze trail upward, the man took notice of the slender
waist, and then the tiny cave of an "innie" navel that dotted the otherwise
smooth, and flat little tummy, then the gently widening taper of his torso
ending in fairly broad shoulders. Lifting his eyes to meet the boy's
stunning blue ones, he looked again at the very cute face, and the wry
little smile that was fixed on it, and he slowly shook his head, still
scarcely believing that any of this was real, or that the naked boy was
actually standing right there in his van.

   The boy watched the man looking at his naked body, and he felt his penis
twitch again, as another tear drop of his flowing precum emerged from the
tiny slit. This was almost the best part, thought the boy, when they just
look at me like this, almost as if I was some delicious meal that they were
about to devour, and couldn't quite decide exactly where to start because
it ALL looked, and smelled so very good.  But, his own excitement was
beginning to get the better of him, and so he made his next move of the
chess game, when he said, his voice as boyish as he could muster,

   "Do you like me, Mister...do I look good all naked...look how hard I
am...leaking too...I need for you touch me now, Mister...oh gosh...I
really, really need you to do that...please...?"

   The man blinked several times, as if waking from some dream, and he
again slowly extended his arm, his hand trembling as badly as before, and
he very deliberately ran the tip of his index finger across the smooth head
of the Boy's penis, smearing the clear, and slippery fluid over the spongy
tissue, and the boy shuddered, a small gasp escaping from him. He let the
fingertip travel down the shaft, then paused to briefly explore the fine
and silky stands of emerging pubes, then, opened his palm, and ever so
gently cupped the plump pouch of his pink scrotum, almost as if weighing
the tender orbs within the silky sac. Instinctively, the boys legs parted
wider, and the man released the balls, and slid his hand between the boys
thighs, and inserted his finger into the warm crease of his ass, lightly
stabbing at the tiny pucker of his core, and the boy went up in his toes,
as he offered up another small gasp. Withdrawing his hand, the man moved to
clasp the rigid erection, closing his fist around its narrow girth, and he
squeezed it, and then pumped it, the silken skin sliding easily in his
grip, moving back and forth over the steely hard tissue that it
covered. Watching closely, scarcely believing that he was actually rubbing
this amazing young boyhood, he saw a single tear drop of the boy's juices
emerge from his slit, and he leaned forward slightly, and lapped it away,
as the boy shuddered once more. He licked the glassy smooth penis head once
more, then, opened his mouth, and engulfed the tasty young penis to its
very root, his hand once more grasping the plump scrotum, and fingering the
tender orbs within.

   The pulsing young penis seemed the perfect fit, filling his drooling
mouth, and gliding smoothly along his tongue, and the taste of it caused
him to swoon slightly, as he settled into a steady rhythm of sucking the
young treasure, while the boy cooed above him in pleasure. It was far
better than the man had ever imagined, and he relished the pressure that
the smooth head placed on the soft tissue of his throat, and he wanted to
just suck this astounding boys penis forever, to lick and suck him, to
taste his succulent young flesh, and he suffered a mixture of a longing to
have the penis erupt it's creamy essence into his mouth, and an equally
strong longing for the act to last forever, and ever. Reluctantly, he
pulled away from the throbbing penis, and lowered his angle, licking all
over the taut scrotum, and then gently sucking each ball in turn, finally
managing the entire pouch inside his mouth, and he sucked both orbs at
once, as his fist again wrapped the burgeoning erection, and pumped it.

   For all of the mans original hesitation with the boy, once it had
finally begun, there was simply no stopping him, and his fiery lust for
exploring, and stimulating the young teen. The initial contact that had the
boy standing naked in front of the seated man while he sucked him had ended
in a deluge of warm and creamy kid-cum flooding into the mans mouth, which
he had eagerly ingested fully as if it were pure nectar of the Gods. The
sampling of the boy's surprisingly copious offering of young cum had seemed
to ignite an even hotter fire within the man, and following the
mind-bending orgasm his sucking skills had produced, he didn't give the boy
more than a moment to recover, before he had him stretched out on the
campers bed, as he had quickly doffed his own clothing, then joined the
boy, launching into what was easily the most complete, and complex
examination of his slender young body that the boy ever had, and probably
ever will, experienced. The man had definitely taken him to heart as he had
mouthed those sweet voiced little boy pleadings, every one of the teasing
little invitations to "touch me Mister...please" had been taken completely
to heart, and, over the course of the next couple of hours, the man
delivered, one hundred and ten percent. Not a solitary inch, or even
fraction of an inch, of the lithe naked boy had been overlooked, as the man
touched, and licked, and nibbled and sucked every individual pore on his
body, or so it had seemed to the now literally whimpering young teen. Never
had his young body felt so highly stimulated, and alive, and, as the man
was tirelessly tonguing his wide spread ass, his wound tongue driving in
and out of his well soaked little pucker, while his hands manipulated his
rigid penis, and mauled his hanging balls, the boy and the man suddenly
swapped roles in the chess match. The boy was reduced to a quivering mass
of sexual over stimulation, every nerve, and cell in his lean body on fire
with desire, as he, for the first time ever in his daring adventures
undertaken with adult men, surrendered control of the game so completely
that he now found himself pleading furiously with the man, happily
shrugging off any semblance of self-respect, as he groaned for the
hundredth time,

   "Please, Mister....oh gosh, please....fuck me....I need for you just
fuck me hard!"

   The melodic tone of the young voice begging for his cock to be buried
inside him was a symphony to the man's ears, a pleading so wanton, and
desperate that it implied a life and death situation, and he loved hearing
the boy whimper it, again and again. He may well have been the victim in
all this at its outset, but now, he was clearly the perpetrator, and the
squirming boy was quickly coming to terms with that role reversal. The man
finally acceded, backing away from the boy's saliva soaked hole, as he
rolled the boy onto his back, and looked down on him. His face was
sweating, and flushed a deep shade of red, as was his upper chest, and his
Cobalt eyes bore into his own in an unspoken cry for help, and for much
needed relief. The man smiled, and nodded, acknowledging his own burning
need to complete the dance that they had begun so long ago, and he clasped
the slender legs in his hands, and bent them back, so that the boy's knees
reached his flushed chest. Moving himself into position, he grasped his own
rigid erection, and centered the wide head at the boy's wet pucker. He
moved the head around the pink little anus, as the boy continued to
whimper, and plead with his very pretty eyes, and the man again nodded his
head curtly, then, pushed, and, in one steady motion, he buried the full
length of his thick cock inside the boy.

   The boy expelled his breath, a deep groan escaping with it, and his eyes
went wide, as the thick cock forced its way inside him, filling him, and a
wince of pain flashed across his sweet face as he strived to adjust to the
sudden stretching of his tight tunnel. The man paused, his cock buried to
the very hilt, and savored the amazing tightness, and the buttery softness
of the boy's rectum, and he could feel him flexing and releasing his
muscles as he worked to accommodate the heavy spear. He withdrew some then,
again pausing when only an inch or two of his length remained inside the
boy, and he dropped his hand down to fondle the boy's still rigid young
cock, and tug gently on his balls, as he again fed the entire length of his
rampant cock into the gripping sheath. A few steady and gentle strokes
later the tightness that lined the boy's pretty face disappeared, to be
replaced by an expression of near serenity, as the boy's features relaxed,
and his slim hips began moving to meet the man's thrusts, and they quickly
settled into a rhythm, as the sounds of their coupling filled the van's
small interior, and mingled with their combined groans of pleasure, and
mounting excitement.

   The man could once again scarcely believe that he was actually fucking
this beautiful young teen, the virtual culmination of his long held
fantasies and dark desires, and he savored every delicious nuance of the
experience, closing his eyes, and relishing each reaction from the boy,
every movement, each tiny muscle contraction, and the steady cadence of
soft whimpers, and groans that steadily emanated from him. He reached
between their thrashing bodies, and groped the kid's rigid erection,
pumping it, and sensing the oozing wetness that slicked the smooth helmet
head as the boy pumped out a steady flow of precum, as his young balls
began to boil over.

   "Ung...ung....oh....oh man....'S good.....oh....!" hissed the boy.

   "Fuck yea, its good...fuck yea,
kid...amazing...all...the...way...fucking...amazing...!" huffed the man,
driving into the boy with abandon.

   On it went, the breathing growing rapid and shallow, as the sweat poured
from them both, man and boy, and the tempo picked up, both of them drawing
closer to the edge now. The boy was literally thrashing under the man now,
his slender hips bucking, and his eyes screwed shut, and his lush mouth
formed into an oval, and he let out a sort of howling sound that sounded
like it had originated in his toes, as his young erection spasmed strongly
in the mans pumping grip, and then erupted. A long streamer of creamy semen
ejected from the slit, arching high before splattering across the boy's
smooth chest, and it was immediately followed by another, and yet another,
coating the boy's heaving body with long streaks of his creamy
ejaculate. The sight of the young cock spurting it's nectar, coupled with
the feel of it jerking strongly in his grip was the last straw for the man
as well, and he felt his swinging balls tighten, and then release, as his
cock began spitting jet after jet of his cum deep inside the boy's
bowels. The boy felt the first spasm in his well stirred guts, and he
instantly clamped tightly on his inner muscles, his flooded sheath
tightening even further on the man's still ejaculating cock, and for a
brief moment the man worried that his balls themselves might actually
expend into the boy, as he rode through what was clearly the orgasm of his
life.

   Both were suddenly still then, the man holding his weight off the boy
with his extended arms, and the boy's smooth legs still wrapped tightly
around him, and he looked longingly at the glistening trails of semen that
coated the soft, smooth body before him, and he let his head drop, as he
extended his tongue, and repeatedly lapped hungrily at the amazingly sweet
fluid, cleaning the boy, as he savored the incomparable flavor if the
precious fluid that he had so longed to sample, for so very many years. The
boy giggled sweetly, as though the long tongue that swiped over his silky
body were tickling him, and when the man completed his cat-like cleansing,
he inched forward, and surprised the boy by kissing him, and pushing his
tongue inside his mouth, sharing with him the tart aftertaste of his own
youthful ejaculate.

   The man stretched out next to the boy then, and they were silent, each
left to his own thoughts, as their bodies recovered from the exertion of
the past couple of hours. Eventually, the boy sat up, then stood, and the
man lay quietly watching the naked beauty of the young body, as he moved
about the van in search of his clothing. Dressed, the boy gave a long look
at the still reclined man, and his gaze lingered a moment on the man's
cock, still quite impressive, even in repose, and he smiled that same coy
little smile that he had inflicted on the man clear back at the very
beginning. Lifting his gaze to the meet the man's, he winked, then turned,
and let himself out the van's side door, sliding it closed behind him. By
the time the man got up, and dressed, and stepped outside the van, the boy
was nowhere in sight. The man shrugged, and then smiled broadly, as he made
his way back to the mall entrance, and then back to the bookstore where his
wife expected to find him when she had finished her shopping.

   As he resumed his previous perch at the shelf next to the window, he
retrieved the book he had earlier been perusing, and opened it, then,
glanced out the window to his right. Looking across the wide walkway to the
food court area, the man locked eyes with a stunningly cute blond haired
boy of perhaps thirteen, and, as the boy took a long pull on the straw in
the drink cup that sat on the table in front of him, he shot the man the
tiniest of little winks, before standing, and disappearing into the passing
crowd. The man shook his head, as if attempting to clear it, then looked
back at the now empty food court table, the cup, and straw still sitting
there, the last lingering evidence that the previous couple of hours had
actually ever happened, at all.

The End
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