Date: Fri, 16 May 2008 17:06:58 GMT From: "user459@netzero.net" Subject: Adult/Youth - Rest Stop 14 Kyle opened the garage door for me and I was off. I was anxious to get home to my wife and daughter, but also couldn't get the happenings of this weekend out of my head. I crossed over the highway and was at my house in about ten minutes. My wife met me at the door and gave me a welcome home hug and kiss. As soon as I set down my bags, my daughter rushed me and put her arms around me. It was good to be home. My wife had prepared dinner for us and I enjoyed a good home cooked meal and good conversation around the table, catching up on their weekends news. My daughter asked me about the soccer camp and what went on there. I described the great sea of boys inhabiting the campus of the college and showed her a copy of the schedule. I told them about my duties as the camp trainer, but I left out all the good parts. She seemed satisfied with my report. After supper I picked up my bags and went to the bedroom to unpack. I put my dirty clothes in the hamper and emptied my shaving kit. I put my shaving cream and deodorant back in the cabinet and then pulled my bottle of Lubriderm out of the kit. It brought back great memories! I could almost feel the slippery sensation of sliding into one of my favorite boys' rear ends. God, I was getting hard again! I finished putting my clothes and cosmetic stuff away and reached into my duffel and found my digital camera. I had almost forgotten about the pictures I had taken of the boys. I checked to make sure no one was looking and I powered the camera on. The pictures came into view on the small screen and I could see Jamie and Kyle standing next to the bed in the motel room, totally naked and rummaging through the bag of goodies looking for something to eat. Their little white asses made me laugh! In the next picture they were facing each other with their flaccid penises and marble sized balls on display. Jamie's smile was about to burst into a giggle in the next one. I heard a noise in the hall and shut the camera off. The rest of the evening was occupied with settling backing, opening my mail, and then checking my email on the computer. I got rid of the normal spam and trash and answered a few from friends. I left the business emails unread and would tackle them in the morning. There was nothing from the boys. I have to admit I was a bit disappointed, but realized that they, too, had to settle into their normal lives. Maybe I'd hear from them tomorrow. "Are you coming to bed, honey?" my wife asked at the door to the computer room. "I'll be there in just a minute." I answered. I sat and went over the images in my mind from the weekend and the moments I had with two mischievous and very sexy boys. I thought about how different it was to enjoy the loving encounters we had, rather than the fearful ones I had as a youth. I felt strangely satisfied and justified and happy. I turned the computer off and headed for the bedroom. As I undressed for bed I noticed I still had a half a hard on from my thoughts of the boys. By the time I was down to my underwear I was rock hard. What the hell, I thought, and pulled them off, too, and slid into bed next to my wife. She turned to me and snuggled up close. "What's this?" she said playfully as she got poked by my hard dick. She reached down and encircled it with her small hand. It wasn't long before we were doing the horizontal hula. It was a warm and familiar feeling that I still cherish. It wasn't long before I shot my last load of the weekend deep into the warmth of her vagina. I slept well and woke up as my wife's alarm went off at 6:00 am. She got up and started her daily routine in preparation for work. She woke my daughter up soon after and they were a flurry of activity, getting showered and dressed and primped and whatever. I just lay there in bed waiting for the noise level to die down. I work from home, so I was not in any hurry. I can get up and work in my skivvies if I want. I reached down and idly fondled my balls and trailed my fingers over my pecker. It plumped right up, as it always does, and I just reveled in the feeling of my fingers dancing over the head of it. I jerked my hand away as my wife came into the bedroom to say goodbye. She leaned over to give me a kiss and then she and my daughter were on their way for the day. My first order of business was a long piss and then a hot cup of coffee. I took a sip and set the cup down on a coaster next to the computer. I turned it on and drank more coffee while it booted up. I clicked on my email icon and waited for it to load up. While I was waiting I got my camera and slipped its SD card into the card reader. I started tackling the unread business emails from yesterday and responded to most within about ten minutes. Most could be referred easily to others in the company or were simple requests for information that I had on hand. I got through about ten or twelve and was nearing the end of the list when I saw one that was not there last night. It was from Jamie and was sent in the early hours of this morning: "Hi Mike, I got up so I could use the computer alone and send you an email without mom seeing me. I went online with Kyle last night and we chatted but had to be careful about what we said. I told him how to get a free email from another web site so we could talk about stuff and so he can email you too. I miss you guys and hope we can get together soon. My thingy is stiff again; do you think you can help me with it? Jamie" I was happy to hear from him and I loved his boyish enthusiasm and charm. I started to transfer the photos from my camera to a secure directory on my hard drive when I realized there were more new pictures there than I thought I had taken. When they finished transferring, I opened my Graphic Workshop program and highlighted all of the new photos. I clicked on slideshow and the photos started to come up one at a time. They looked much better on the computer screen than the small camera screen, and I enjoyed the detailed images of Jamie's and Kyle's young bodies. The first four were familiar, but what I saw next on the screen was a complete surprise to me! The boys must have grabbed my camera when I was out of the room. There was Jamie on his back on the bed with his knees back by his ears and his asshole and hairless balls looking right at the camera! The next photo showed Kyle's dickhead pressed up to the entrance of Jamie's asshole! Jamie must have taken the camera then because the next photo was Kyle standing in a statuesque pose with his underwear hanging off the end of his hard dick. The last picture was a bird's eye view of Jamie with his mouth around the end of Kyle's dick with the underwear still hanging on the shaft! Where do these guys get these ideas? I chuckled to myself, ran the slideshow a couple of more times, then I responded to Jamie's message: "Jamie, I'm glad you emailed. Hope everything is OK. I miss you, too. I'll see Kyle this afternoon at practice and will check to see if he got his new email account. I wish I could help you with your little problem, but I think you know how to handle it!! If you need a visual aid, I'm attaching a few pictures I found on my camera. Keep in touch, Mike." My own "thingy" was getting hard again thinking of Jamie and picturing him at the rest stop with his hard dick in his hand and thinking about the pictures I just saw. I headed back to the bathroom and took down my pump bottle of Lubriderm. I pumped two squirts into my hand and smoothed it along the length of my dick as I stood in front of the sink. The vanity top was just the right height to allow me to rest my fist on it and stroke my dick in and out of my lubricated hand. It felt so good to slowly pump into it, but slow is only good for so long. I sped up and remembered what it felt like to be in Jamie's tight ass. I squeezed tighter with my hand to approximate how it felt to be inside Jamie and pumped harder. I heard myself moan and felt my dick get harder and harder. I finally pushed in and let it fly. Cum splashed into the sink and then dribbled down the side and I watched it pulse out in the mirror. I milked the last of it down and rinsed out the sink and wiped off my dick. What a nice way to start the day! I showered and dressed and made some toast and sat back down at the computer. I settled into the work thing and caught up on all my emails. I returned phone calls and made other contacts for the rest of the day. I made myself a sandwich at noon and went back to the computer to finish up my work. Before I knew it, it was 3:00 pm and time to get ready for soccer practice. I put on shorts and a T shirt and loaded up the equipment and first aid supplies I had in the garage. I was a little early, but I decided to go ahead anyway. Coach Rooney was there when I got to the field and he helped me unload the things I brought. "I really want to thank you for stepping up to the plate and helping out this weekend," he said, "they really appreciated the job you did for the boys." "I really didn't do much, just dressed a couple of scrapes and bruises." I said. "I heard you did more than that," he said, "I heard you even manage to settle a scrap between two of the boys." "I didn't have to do much there, either," I said, "I really just left them alone to settle it themselves." I didn't tell him I left them alone naked to settle it and they got distracted by their own sexuality. The boys started arriving, most chauffeured by their soccer moms. I heard someone call. "Coach Mike!" and turned to see Kyle at the side of his Mom's car. He motioned for me to come over to the car. "Coach, my Mom wants to meet you and ask you something," he said opening the door so I could lean down to talk with her. "Hello, Mrs. Swensen," I said as I extended my hand to shake hers. "Hi, Coach Mike, Kyle has told me so much about you. Thanks so much for watching over him last weekend," she said, "I have been so distracted by my sister's situation that I couldn't be there for Kyle." "No problem, Mrs. Swensen," I said, "He's a good kid." "Look, I have something to ask you. My sister just got out of the hospital and I'm headed that way to give her a hand. I won't be home until late tonight or tomorrow morning, so I'm wondering; would you would mind bringing Kyle home after practice today?" she asked. "I can do that. Does he have a place to stay tonight?" I asked. "Oh, he'll be OK at home. He is pretty independent, you know." "Well, if you get stuck and he needs a place to stay, we have an extra bedroom at my house. I'm sure my wife and daughter won't mind a little company." I offered. I gave her one of my business cards with my home office and cell phone numbers on it. "Call me if you need me." "Thanks, Coach, I really appreciate it," she said. Kyle closed the door and she took off. "Well, then, it looks like you're all mine for a while!" I teased. I made Boogey Man noises and grabbed for him. He laughed when I caught his ribs and ticked him. "OK, OK, I give!" he said, then whispered, "I can't wait to get home!" The practice went well and the boys were able to put into play some of the pointers they had learned at the camp. Kyle took it easy due to his injury, but he did jog around a little and seemed to be doing well. Coach finally blew the whistle and we were dismissed. Kyle helped me load up the equipment and we were on our way. I called my wife at work and told her I would be a little late because I had to bring one of the boys home. She said she would pick up my daughter and they were going shopping and would not be home until 6:30 or so. That was fine with me. I asked her if she minded some company if it came to that, and she didn't mind at all after I explained the situation. We pulled into Kyle apartment complex and Kyle again jumped out and opened the garage door and motioned me in. I got out of the car while the door was closing and Kyle appeared in front of me with an expectant look on his face. "Is this cool, or what?" he asked. He just about crawled up my body to get to my face and planted a big wet one on my lips. I pulled him to me and supported his body while we explored each others' mouths. He wrapped his legs around my back and I walked to the door with him like that. He had to get down to unlock the door and we went inside. Kyle went right to the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of water and handed me one. He excused himself and went into his room for a minute. I took a swig of water and when he got back he led me to the couch. "Now what?" I asked. "Well, if you don't mind, I don't want to do a lot of talking today," he said. "Would you please just fuck me?" "I think that can be arranged!" I said as I reached for his shirt and brought it up over his head. I lifted up his feet, one at a time, and took off his shoes and socks. Then I had him stand and I lowered his shorts and underwear. He was naked again and his boy cock was pointing straight up toward the ceiling. I leaned over and took it in my mouth and rolled it around on my tongue. I had his balls in my hands and lightly skimmed the surface of them with my fingers. He sucked in his breath and leaned into me. "That feels so good, Mike! Can I take your clothes off now?" he asked. I stood up and peeled my shirt off while he untied my sneakers and pulled them and my socks off. He fumbled with my belt buckle and then loosened and unzipped my pants and let them fall to my ankles. He moved in and nibbled on the shaft of my cock through my underwear before pulling them down and sliding everything off my feet. Now I was naked, too. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. "How do you want to do this?" I asked as we sat on the bed. "I want you on top, facing me," he said. He reached over and got a tube of lube from his nightstand and put some on his finger and motioned for me to stick my finger out. He squeezed some on my finger and then scooted up on the bed and lifted his knees. I knelt beside him, brought my lubed finger to his crack and located his pucker and slowly slipped it in. He reached down and found my cock and rubbed the lube from his finger on it. He pulled me up into position by my cock and centered it on his hole. I pushed forward at his insistence and the head popped into his anus. I held up for a moment, but he seemed to want it all in there. I leaned forward and sunk it to the hilt accompanied by his moans and sighs. "Is this OK, Kyle?" I asked. "MMffphh..." he replied, "Great!" I put my hands under his knees and rocked back and forth, in and out of his body. His eyes were closed and his head went from side to side as he made little noises. I could tell I was hitting his pleasure spot as I sank into him. I got myself in a good rhythm and just enjoyed sawing in and out of this young man's rear. Soon enough, I felt my balls draw up and I reached that point of no return. "I'm cumming!" I moaned, and pushed as far as I could into him. I held still and my dick spasmed and pumped out a load of semen. Kyle clenched down on me and milked the last bit out with his ass muscles. When my heart rate returned to normal, I withdrew and lowered his legs. I bent down and took him into my mouth and bobbed up and down on his boy flesh noisily and quickly. In no time he was panting and thrusting up into my mouth. I felt his dick pulse and his watery load pumped onto my tongue. It tasted sweet and warm. We both collapsed on the bed and spooned against each other. "Did you get that, Jamie?" Kyle said loudly. It was then I noticed the computer and web cam running in the corner on the desk. "Got it!" I heard Jamie say, "and it was HOT!!" I buried my face in my hands and stifled a laugh. "I knew you guys would be up to no good!"