Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2008 13:55:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Simply Irresistible (2)

   Ryan went home with Granddad to gather what he would need for the
overnight at my place and I hoped he wouldn't think he would need much of
anything in the way of clothing as my hopes continued to build that this
was all actually going somewhere. I used the time to put fresh linen on my
bed and in the guest room as well, just in case. I showered, and then put
fresh towels in both bathrooms, and paced, waiting for the boy to show
up. To say that I was excited and overflowing with anticipation would
qualify as understatement of the year. I was like some little kid awaiting
the arrival of Santa, and the minutes seemed to drag on forever.

   As I paced, I reran the afternoon at the lake, and as I thought about it
all, my mind kept forming vivid images of Ryan in his wet little briefs,
and how incredible he had looked lying there in the bright sunlight on the
beach. The whole thing had been a mixed bag of emotions, lust being chief
among them, and then the chilling sense of fear I had felt as he had
brooded quietly following my admission that I did indeed find him
attractive, and, that I very much enjoyed looking at him "like that." That
had been replaced by great relief when he had shifted back into his more
normal gregarious manner of behavior, and while he had not actually said so
in any real way, I had started reading the subtle little signs he had given
off as his acceptance of my finding him attractive, and my enjoyment at
seeing his lithe young body "like that." The more that I thought about it,
and considered his coy little smiles, the more I remembered myself around
his age, when I had first come to realize that certain other boys, and the
occasional man, had seemed to look at me in a different way, and, I had
soon come to enjoy the feeling of a sort of power in knowing that he was
interested in me in "that way." I remembered too that once I had begun to
realize that other boys, or men, indeed had "that" sort of interest in me,
that I had actually begun wishing that they would act on it, and make some
kind of more overt move toward me so that I could then let "it" happen,
something that I had wanted very much, but was always far to shy to
instigate on my own.

   That train of thought set me to wondering if maybe that was how it was
with Ryan. Again taking myself back to my own early teens, I recalled the
sudden urgency of my budding sexuality, and my boiling hormones that had me
in a near constant state of horniness which drove me to furious bouts of
masturbation, frequently several times a day. In those early days I had no
real awareness of my sexuality beyond that compelling urge to get off, but
I soon had come to realize that every stimulating thought that I focused on
as I abused my poor penis had to do with some form of sexual play with
other males, rather than any girls I knew. I never really thought of that
as a sign of gayness, but rather a simple matter of me knowing far more
about the workings of males, and their equipment. I knew absolutely nothing
about the fair sex back then, other than the most rudimentary elements we
were given in health education class, and therefore conjuring up any kind
of sexual fantasy regarding a girl was pretty much beyond my scope. It
wasn't long before my thoughts began to center largely on some more mature
male taking me under his sexual wing, him using his experience and wisdom
to guide me through the minefields of sexual experiences while at the same
time providing a safe and nurturing environment. While those had been great
fantasies, it had not happened that way in my case, and I was left to
clumsily navigate my budding sexuality with friends my age who shared the
same frantic urges. But, it got me thinking about Ryan, and the subtle
interest he had shown in my attentions to him, and in particular that
intriguing bundle of boy stuff between his legs. Without being so bold as
to make any assumptions regarding his actually being gay, odds were that he
was to some degree similar to how I had been at his age, to wit, horny, and
very curious as to what it was all about. That, in and of itself, could
well be the key to advancing our relationship. Hearing his approach on the
front porch, I reaffirmed to myself that Ryan was to be the pace setter in
whatever might evolve, and then I went to the door, and let him in.

   Flashing that mesmerizing smile, he bustled past me, and I caught the
fresh scent of him, mingled with the faint aroma of soap, and
shampoo. Closing the door, I followed him into the living room, where he
unceremoniously dumped his small sport bag onto the sofa along with a six
pack of Dr. Pepper that he said Granddad had sent along. Dressed in another
pair of the gym style shorts like the ones he had worn earlier in the day,
and a tank top he looked, as always, delicious. The day in the sun had
darkened his already well tanned skin, and his cute face gave off a soft
glow of mild sunburn. The tank top was supported by thin strips of material
over each shoulder, with wide cutouts at the sides that exposed all of his
well toned arms as well as the total of those creamy underarms each time he
raised an arm. The neck of it was also cut wide, and low, so that if he
leaned forward at all, his dime-sized nipples were visible as the material
sagged. The shorts were a navy blue version of the red ones he wore in the
boat, and fit his loins perfectly. I loved the snugness of them, and how
they molded to his boyhood treasures, and his pert little butt. When I use
the term snug, I mean that they were snug enough that I could easily tell
that he was also wearing more of the lovely little briefs that he had swum
in at the lake. He had barely entered the room, and already my cock was
stirring behind my own shorts. As I stood there looking at him, I was again
struck by the thought that he could not have been any more perfect. He
looked at me then, once more busting me in the act of leering at his
beauty, and that tiny smirk crossed his face again. I gave a little shrug
of surrender, an "I just can't help it" expression on my face, and he
giggled sweetly. For no reason other than to have something to do, I picked
up the six pack and carried it out to the kitchen to put in the fridge.

   When I returned, Ryan had settled onto the sofa, and was surfing through
channels on the television. I settled in next to him, and boldly gripped
his bare thigh, giving it a little squeeze, and then just leaving my hand
there. He showed full concentration on the television, but I saw the
corners of that lush mouth turn upward in that now familiar coy little
smile, and I took that as a good sign. He found a program he apparently
liked, and laid the remote down, and settled back to watch it. I savored
the silky smoothness of his thigh, and lightly moved my fingers over his
skin, watching him carefully for any reaction, but saw none. A couple of
minutes went by, and I curled my fingers, and then let them slip just under
the hem of the shorts, moving just slightly higher up his thigh. He
shuddered slightly, and drew in a breath, and I held my own, my heart
racing with the knowledge that my fingers were no more than about an inch
from his tender balls. Very slowly, I moved my fingers in a sideways
motion, back and forth, and he shuddered again. I knew that he was feeling
that exquisite sensation that occurs when the touch of another comes in
very close proximity with your genitals, and I would have bet the ranch
that his boyhood was hard as a nail. If I had any real guts, I would have
moved my hand those scant inches, and confirmed my suspicion, and God knows
I wanted to, but, as my Grandma used to always say, patience brings reward,
so I resisted...somehow.

   Unsure of my continuing ability to remain controlled, I reluctantly
lifted my hand off his lap, and then reached to ruffle his angel-soft hair,
as I asked him if order-in pizza still sounded good for dinner. He grinned,
nodding his affirmation, and I saw him exhale deeply, and I noted the
slight flush in his smooth cheeks. I let my eyes drop to steal a brief
glimpse of the shorts where they gathered at his crotch, and I smiled, as I
noted the visible young erection pushing against the snug little
shorts. Unquestionable evidence, I decided, that his young body was very
definitely responding to my subtle stimulation, and also evidence that Ryan
didn't seem to mind. Daring to let my fingers once more trail along his
tender thigh, I stood, and turned toward the kitchen, hiding my own
burgeoning erection from his view, and told him I was going to order the
pizza. Half way across the room, I stopped and turned half toward him, and
asked him what toppings he wanted on it, and heswiveled his head to look at
me as he answered. Those dark eyes dropped, and took in the tented front of
my shorts for the briefest of seconds, and I saw them widen perceptively
before he quickly looked back at the television, but it was enough to tell
me what I needed to know...brief as the moment had been, there was a
definite interest in that look that had flashed over his cute little face,
I was sure of it.

   After calling in the order, I joined Ryan on the sofa again, and seeing
that he had lost interest in his program, we chatted some about the day,
and our good time at the lake. He got to giggling and giving me a hard time
about not knowing how to steer the boat correctly, as in to where the
actual fish were, and he began bumping his shoulder against mine, and in
answer I wrapped my arm around him, pulling him close as I began to tickle
his boney rib cage as he squealed, and giggled hysterically. That led to
even more tickles, of course, and before we knew it he was splayed across
the sofa on his back as I pushed his shirt up under his chin, and really
went to town on his ribs, and his soft little bare tummy. Finally I had to
stop, his breathing had become ragged and gasping between the peals of
giggles and his face looked like an overripe tomato. Giving up on the
tickling, I just let my fingertips lightly trail over his ribs, and then
sideways across his still heaving chest, barely grazing his tiny nipples.
He gasped, his eyes going wide, and his lush mouth forming a small oval of
surprise, and I pulled my hands away from him, leaning back against the
cushions, and laughing. For only a second or two I read disappointment in
his eyes as he just lay there looking up at me, then he smiled, and shook
his head, telling me in a breathless voice that tickling him was totally
unfair since it was his biggest personal weakness, and it so affected him
that he was unable to fight back. I gave an "oh well" kind of shrug and
grinned at him, telling him that all was fair in time of battle, then
lurched toward him as if I were going in for more. He yelped, and drew
himself into a sort of fetal position of defense, and then, when he
realized I was only kidding, he kicked his legs out straight again, and
leered at me. I almost missed the leer though, because I was looking at his
totally obvious boner where it pressed up against his shorts. He blushed
brightly as the situation dawned on him, then he giggled, and muttered
something I missed. Not wanting him to think that I wasn't paying attention
to what mattered most, I snaked out my hand, and, just for a split second,
squeezed his rigid boyhood as I told him that while tickling him might be
unfair, it seemed to me that he didn't actually hate it totally. That
elicited another crimson blush, and then more giggles, and, most important
to me, a nod of his head telling me I was right about that.

   A moment of tension filled the quiet room then, as we simply looked into
each others eyes, apparently each of us wondering about the thoughts of the
other. Before things could move beyond that, the doorbell sounded
announcing the arrival of our pizza, and the moment passed without further
comment, or action. As I was dealing with the pizza guy, Ryan disappeared,
presumably to the john, and I pondered what might have been, save for the
doorbell. I can't be certain, of course, but I like to think that were it
not for the interruption, I might well have again gripped that firm little
boyhood in a much more definitive way, and, that he might well have let me
do it.

   In the kitchen, I gathered up plates and napkins and then went into the
living room where I had left the pizza on the coffee table. Ryan was again
seated on the sofa, his head tilted back as he attempted to catch a
stringer of melted cheese in his mouth as it dribbled low off the slice of
pizza in his hand. The stringer separated from the pizza before he could
capture it, and it landed smack in the center of his tank top, leaving a
wet stain. He cursed, and put down the slice of pizza, and then quickly
peeled the shirt over his head. Jumping up, he dashed into the kitchen and
ran tap water on the stain, then laid out a towel on the counter, and
spread out the shirt to dry. As he walked back to the sofa, I let my eyes
drift over his smooth torso, savoring the creaminess of his tanned skin,
and his delectable little nipples. He shrugged at me, then retrieved the
pizza slice, and settled in beside me, feeding the pizza into his lush
little mouth hungrily. We chatted as I nibbled at a couple of slices, and
Ryan devoured the entire rest of the pizza as if it was nothing, and I
marveled at such a voracious appetite on such a lean boy.

   Finished, he dropped back against the cushions, and raised his feet to
the coffee table, then patted his soft little tummy, proclaiming his devout
love of pizza. I chuckled, telling him that it was obvious, then, following
his lead, I reached out, and placed my palm on his bare tummy, just above
the elastic of his shorts, and rubbed it slowly. He flinched slightly at my
initial touch, then relaxed again, as he dropped his arms to his sides, and
looked down, watching me stroke his buttery skin, saying nothing. I stayed
silent as well, carefully watching his facial features and expression as I
continued to lightly stroke him, as I marveled at the softness and warmth
of his skin. He let his head drop back onto the cushion, and he closed his
eyes, a dreamy expression on his cute face, and I noted a slight flush of
pink fill his cheeks. I slowly worked my hand upward, until I was moving it
sideways across his chest, and I let my fingertips graze his tiny nipples
with each crossing. Ryan shuddered, and made a low sound in his throat, but
made no move, or attempt to stop me from touching him, so I continued.

   Dropping back to his tummy, I ran my index finger around the tiny cave
of his navel, and smiled, when I saw that his penis had again gone erect,
and was pressing firmly against the small shorts he wore. My heart was
pounding in my ears, and my own cock was throbbing inside my shorts, and I
took the gamble of easing about half my fingers length under the elastic of
his shorts while I watched his face carefully. He sucked in a breath, and
let it go slowly, his lean frame shuddering again, as I dipped my fingers
deeper into his shorts, now feeling the soft cotton of his little briefs.
His eyes popped open then, and he looked at me, his lush mouth forming a
small oval. I winked at him, and smiled, and he blinked several times, as I
pushed my hand right into his shorts, and fingered his rigid boyhood
outside of his briefs. He groaned softly, and flexed his hips, driving his
very erect penis up into my palm as I fingered its ample length, and he
shuddered again as I gripped it firmly. Still holing his wide-eyed gaze, I
spoke softly, and told him,

   "You're quite a big boy, Ryan...really very, very nice."

   He blushed furiously, averting his eyes, but the corners of his mouth
turning upward belied his attempt at looking befuddled, and I desperately
wanted to just rip those little shorts from him, and attack the rigid stalk
of boyhood that I held in my hand, but I was fully aware that I had already
given him a lot to handle in the past few minutes, and I didn't want it to
become too much for him too fast. Difficult as it was to make myself do, I
released my grip on his boyhood, and eased my hand from his shorts, and let
it just rest in his bare thigh with my knuckles just barely in contact with
the lump of his balls. He looked at me again, and I desperately wanted to
believe what I took to be an expression of some disappointment on his
flushed face. I smiled again, and gave him a little conspirital wink, and
he smiled coyly. Gently squeezing his thigh, I said,

   "Hey Sport...got an idea...how would you like to go out back and soak in
the hot tub for a while...kind of settle down all that pizza you scarfed
down?"

   A wide grin crossed his face, then quickly faded, as he looked at me all
serious, and said,

   "Cool for sure...but, um...I didn't pack any trunks..."

   I smiled again, and repeated the wink thing, as I moved my index finger
to gently nudge his plump ball sac, and answered,

   "Not a problem, Dude...just like at the lake, right...?...you have your
undies...?"

    He thought about that for a second, then grinned again, and nodded, his
soft hair bouncing over his forehead, and he replied,

   "Okay, cool...yea...let's do it then!"

   I stood up, making no attempt to conceal my aching erection from him,
and I saw his eyes quickly flicker to my tented crotch briefly, and then to
his own equally bulging lap, as I reached down and gripped his hand,
pulling him to his feet. We went out back, and I flipped on the pump to
start the jets on the already heated tub, then removed the cover, and set
it aside. I walked to the row of switches on the back wall of the house,
and turned down the rheostats until only a soft glow remained on the row of
recessed lamps that were situated in the patio cover above. The steam rose
from the tub, and the churning water bubbled a silvery froth on the waters
surface, and I quickly dropped my shorts, and stepped out of them, leaving
me in only my briefs as I stood beside him. He looked, no mistake about
that, but I knew it had to be an awkward moment for him, so I left him, and
climbed into the tub, and sat down, letting the searing hot water wash over
me. I didn't let myself watch him as he took off his shorts, much as I
wanted to, and in a moment or two I sensed him enter the hot tub, and
settle in close beside me. I opened my eyes, and smiled at him, and he
grinned back nervously.

   "Pretty nice, huh...?" I ventured.

   He nodded rapidly up and down, and his grin widened, as he chirped,

   "Sweet for sure...awesome!"

   We just sat quietly for a few minutes, soaking in the heat from the
bubbling water, and steam swirling around us. Eventually Ryan stirred
beside me, and I felt his bare arm and shoulder against mine, and his leg
pressing against my own. I savored the contact, and the idea that he was
causing it and it was all so serene that I actually jumped when he spoke,
his voice very soft, and slightly cracking.

   "That felt really amazing you know..."

   That brief little comment was all it took, my cock going instantly rigid
once more, and my pulse doubling, as I replied, simply and truthfully,

   "Good...I thought it was nice, too."

   More silence, but still the slight body contact going on between us; and
then, another croaking comment from him,

   "Seriously...it did feel really...amazing..."

   My sentiments exactly, I thought...amazing, and, much more than I had
expected too, but what I said in answer was,

   "Well, that kind of...thing...can actually be pretty amazing...in lots
of ways..."

   Quiet some more for a minute, maybe two; and then a little bit more,

   "Um, yea...I bet so...um...I sorta heard, anyway...sometimes..."

   "Well sure...I know, sure...guys talk sometimes...and like the internet,
and stuff...sure...it's all just part of growing up I guess...learning
about life, and what's good...like that..."

  More listening to the jets churning the water, and then,

   "It's cool with me...you know...um...if you...well, if you...did...I
mean...well...oh jeez...if you did, I mean...it's cool, is all..."

   Prick that I am at times, I let him stew in that a minute, then asked
dumbly,

   "If I did what, Ryan...it's cool if I did...what?"

   Nothing...not a move, maybe not even a breath from him as I sat there
holding my breath, my cock throbbing away, as I willed him to say the magic
words that would so rock my world...and hopefully his...no, strike that...I
was definitely going to rock his world, if he would only say the magic
words...finally, he sucked in a big breath, then blew it out, as he leaned
closer against me, and all but whispered,

   "It's cool if...well...if you...wanted to...touch me some more...!"

   Be still my racing heart! Fuck...! He SAID IT...holy shit...! Fighting
for composure, I turned to look at him, and replied,

   "Ryan...oh God, Ryan...yes...I want that very, very much...you are
adorable...and there are so very many amazing things I can show
you...wonderful and amazing, believe me...but...this can't be about what I
want Ryan...it can only be about what YOU want...only you can let this
happen...or not..."

   More deafening silence ensued as I sat there hearing my heart pounding
in my head while I worried that I had stepped in it good by admitting that
I very much wanted to touch him some more, a lot more. Somehow I didn't
think Granddad was going to buy that I was just kidding around with his
fourteen year old Grandson when I told him that. Finally, just as I was
about to blurt out the "only kidding" line, Ryan spoke, his voice barely
more than a whisper,

   "I think about...that...like, all the time...it's like I can't help
it...and I'm always getting all...hard...like, always, and it makes
me...crazy.."

   Daring to put my hand on his thigh, I squeezed it gently, and told him,

   "That sounds just about right to me, Ryan...heck, you're fourteen,
right...?...with all those puberty driven hormones flowing 24/7, and, I'm
guessing that there aren't exactly tons of opportunities for you to relieve
all of the pressure that comes with that...other than jacking off, of
course, but after a while that just doesn't seem like enough, I know...I'm
not so old that I don't remember all that, Ryan, believe me...guys your age
all experience what you are dealing with...it's just normal...the sad part
is that apparently the girls don't feel the same urges that guys do."

   He was quiet again as he mulled that over, and then said,

   "You know...um...what you said before, I mean...?"

   Chuckling, I rubbed my hand along his silky inner thigh, as I looked at
him, and replied,

   "Which that I said before, Ryan...I seem to be running philosophical
tonight, sorry...?"

   He sucked in a big breath, and held it, finally letting it go, as he
blurted in one long string of words,

   "The part about what I wanted to do I mean and shit I can't stand it
anymore even if it's all gay and shit I want you to touch me some more
really bad!"

   Not chancing him changing his mind, I ran my hand all the way up his
thigh, and into his crotch, my fingers closing around the thin stalk of his
rigid boyhood, as I leaned close to his ear and told him,

   "It doesn't need to be about being gay at all Ryan, believe me...it's
just about growing up...adding experiences to your life, and following your
instincts...you said it yourself before...being touched this way feels
amazing, and everybody loves it when it's done in the right ways, and your
body is just developing, and teaching you about the vast pleasures of
sharing those very intense feelings with another...it's all good Champ...if
you feel like you want this, then just let it happen, and enjoy it."

   He shuddered, and let out a series of small moans as I stroked up and
down on his briefs clad penis, savoring the incredible hardness of
it. While it wasn't huge by any means, he probably had a good five inches
or so, and I had never felt any cock as rigidly erect as his was, and I
told him so,

   "God, Ryan...you are as hard as steel...!"

   He shivered strongly as he parted his legs wider, and thrust his slim
hips against my gripping hand, as he sputtered,

   "Oh Jeez...it feels so awesome...I'm freeking dying here...oh man!"

   His penis throbbed under my grip, and I actually thought he was going to
loose it already, so I gave his shaft a hard squeeze, then let go of it, as
I told him,

   "Ryan...stand up for me Babe...?"

   He gasped loudly as I released his erection, and he quickly responded,
all but jumping to his feet as he turned to face me. The water reached just
above his knees, and with me seated, his proud boyhood was right in front
of my face, the rounded head of it pressing so tautly against his soaked
briefs so hard that I was surprised it hadn't torn through the thin
material already. I let my eyes drift over his lean smoothness, as I hooked
my thumbs into the elastic of his briefs, and yanked them down his
colt-like legs to his ankles, then sat back, and looked at his beautiful
young erection. Like the rest of him, it was perfect, nearly sculpted in
its slender dimensions. It jutted proudly of his groin, and he sported a
small mat of dark hairs at its base. The shaft was slightly thicker at the
root of it, tapering as it ran to the helmet shaped cap, a well defined
coronal ridge circling the head, which was perfectly centered by his tiny
slit. His scrotum was dangling loosely due mostly to the hot water of the
hot tub, and it was nicely plump with his good sized balls. The skin of the
pouch was wrinkled, looked to be hairless in the dim light.

    I could see my hand trembling as I reached for his prize, and I noticed
that Ryan was trembling too as he watched me intently. I ran my fingers
along the pulsing shaft, then across the satin smooth head, as my other
hand went to cup his surprisingly heavy balls gently. He rocked up on his
toes, and let out a long, low groaning sound, as I began stroking his
amazingly hard erection, and gently toying with his balls. I could feel his
pulse throbbing along his shaft, and I watched with utter fascination as a
teardrop of shimmering precum pulsed from the tiny slit in his cock head.
Without thinking about it, I leaned forward as swiped it away with my
tongue, and Ryan gasped loudly, and uttered,

   "Ohh jeezz...oh boy!"

      I pumped the young treasure steadily up and down, and I let go of his
swinging ball sac to run my palm over his smooth chest, letting my fingers
tweak his tiny nipples. More of the clear fluid was steadily oozing from
his little slit as I stroked him, and in another minute of so, he was a
goner. I felt his cock flex strongly in my grip, as his knees seemed to
buckle, and his hips thrust strongly into my gripe, and his cock suddenly
erupted, long streamers of his creamy ejaculate spitting forth in rapid
jets that splattered over my chest, with one of the strong offerings
actually hitting my cheek. I reached out to hold his slim waist, as he
looked like he might actually just collapse, and he was gasping for air as
though he had just sprinted a hundred yards, his entire little body
trembling with the aftermath of his intense orgasm. He gazed down at me,
his eyes wide, and dazed looking, and I smiled broadly at him. He shook his
head side to side, and then just seemed to melt, as he sagged down into the
water, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him onto my lap. He looked
at me, his coy little smile painted onto his cute face, and he shook his
head again so that his soft hair bounced atop his head, and he shivered in
my arms, as he muttered,

   "Wowwww...oh man...that felt SO amazing...!"

   I laughed, nodding my agreement, and hugged his slender frame tightly.
He shivered again, then smiled his dazzling smile, as he moved his hand to
my face, and trailed a finger through the streak of his cum that dribbled
along my cheek, as he giggled, and said,

   "Oh jeez...guess I sorta got you...sorry about that!"

   I grabbed his hand, and forced his cum coated finger into my mouth and
sucked it strongly, as he giggled, and squirmed on my lap, saying,

   "Ewww...that's my cum-stuff...!"

   Smacking my lips in a much exaggerated manner, I nodded, and told him,
closing my fist around his still firm boyhood,

   "Yes it is...and it's delicious, too...next time, I'm getting it all,
and, right from the source, too...!"

   He just looked at me for a few seconds, his little puggy nose all
crinkled up, then he hit me with that smile again, as his thick eyebrows
arched upward, and he squeaked,

   "Really...?"

(To Be Continued)
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