Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2008 20:39:29 -0700 (PDT) From: bill vincent Subject: The Boy at the Lake The Boy at the Lake Kevin Printon It was a few years ago. I can remember it as if it were only a few days ago. It must have been 4th of July weekend when I first laid eyes on him. I was up at the Lake, having breakfast on Sunday of the three-day weekend. I walked in to the dimly lit restaurant. I was trying a new place I had never been in before. The place was dimly lit, lots charm and lots of booths real manly in a fake sort of way. As soon as I was being seated, I spotted him. The kid was with his family sitting at the booth across from me. He must have been tall and lanky for his age. His big long legs were slouched into the isle as he sat there picking at his Steak and scrabbled eggs breakfast. There was a man sitting across from him. Something had just happened. I felt as if I was witnessing a "train wreck". The dust was just clearing. The man was mumbling to the lady in corner. He said he was leaving, "then take a fucking cab. Fuck you all! I'm out of here and thru with this scene!" Apparently there had been some sort of an outburst between the man and the lady. Everyone at the table appeared stunned at what had just been said. You could cut the silence with a knife. Everyone is avoiding each others eyes. The man got up abruptly, slammed out of the booth and left. A sigh of relief could be felt through out the restaurant. Now everyone appeared more at ease, everyone at the table seemed to become more animated. The lady began to cry, smiles cracked around the table except for her. The daughter seemed to attempt to console her from across the table. We'll find a way home "mom, Bob was a jerk. You deserve better!", I heard her say. The boy looked across to me, he looked half embarrassed at first then looked to see if anyone of his family was looking, then smiled. He faked snorting something up his nose and pointed to the now empty seat that "Bob' had just vacated. Shook his head "yes" and smiled again. His brother laughed and I got his message. He then looked back at the family again, made sure the coast was clean and then placed his left hand under the table on fly. He seemed to be slowly rubbing or itching himself, or maybe he was stroking his dick! Most boys do it unconsciously and only for a brief time , but he appeared to have a purpose. He was still halfway leaning out into the isle. I could see his tight worn black jeans and white tee shirt that covered his skinny frame like a glove. The cuffs at the bottom were frayed, his once white sneakers were covered with muddy sand probably from hours at the beach, playing half in the water. He placed his left hand into the top of his left pants, pocket. He opened his hand. You could see he extended his index finger and was pushing it against something hard at the inside edge of his pocket almost along the zipper line. I looked away, because I was now starting to stare and could be caught easily. Leave the boy alone, he's not doing this you. He's bored and entertaining himself. I thought to myself. I busied myself with the menu I got involved in "what's for breakfast" carefully looking at each page for new things to eat. A few minutes later I looked back. I couldn't help myself. Not much had changed, he was still in the same pose. Wait a minute! Something different! I blinked and saw it then blinked again in disbelief. He still had his hand in his pocket, but you could see the results of his efforts. His cock was stiff and he was sitting there playing with if so no one could see except me. His efforts were evidenced by the red tip which was barely sticking out at his slunk down waist, the top of his belt-less jeans. I looked away in embarrassment; then quickly looked back at him. He was staring into my eyes. He continued to play; you could see the thing throb every once in a while. He had that cherub smile on his lips, almost like the "Mona Lisa" The waitress came to my table to take my order. He stiffened and then sat up to let her by. You could still see he was careful not to disturb his boner, the thing was still throbbing and occasionally peeking out from under his tight tee shirt. Having placed my order the waitress left. He made eye contact with me and quickly resumed his slouch. This time the dick was more pronounced and sticking out further. The smile returned as well as the stare. I was now sitting back in the booth across from him, the menu hiding my stare. I was able to study the throbbing little cock, it was now the center of my attention. The thing was pen or pencil thin probably about 5-5.5 inches. Its spear shaped head was bright purple, the shaft was bright red. By the bulge up his fly I would say it was bone hard. The kid must have been 14 or 15. I then I looked up at my little cherub. He had rusty brown hair, tanned with a stream of freckles across the bridge of his pug nose and cute little lips. His eyes were caramel colored with gold speckles in them. His frame was slight, he must have weighed about 90 lbs and been about 5'6. Like I said, I took a guess that the little squirt was about 14- 15 years old. I closed my eyes and imagined him up in his room playing with his hard little pencil dick and discovering the wonders of blasting off for the first time. I bet his " little spermer" was a shooter. Here this kid was sitting with what looked like his family, some major family crisis which was not over yet. All he could think of was jacking his dick off in front of some stranger that was mesmerized by his boldness and of course his teen 5 incher. My food came and the drama across the table got greater. Geez! A meal and a show!. This place was going to be a "keeper." Seems "Mom's boyfriend , the breeder, was caught by little stud, doing drugs and stomped off and left them at this resort ...Mom, big sister, younger brother and my little stud, stranded in the restaurant. "Oh what were they going to do?" Well apparently Little stud had a mind of his own and was kicking his little show into high gear. He was now exposing his little six-pack. He was exposing his barely visible trickle of reddish happy trail zipping from his belly button to the top of his low slung jeans. Tracing it up and down with moistened finger tips. It must have been exciting him, because I could also see two little erect nipples showing thru the tight Tee shirt. While slowly eating my breakfast; I got a chance to look over the little family across the way. Mom had seen better days and probably better boyfriends. "Rode hard and put away wet !"as my friend used to say. Everyone was neat and clean but had that "Trailer Trash look" hard to describe but the "shop at K Mart look." Little stud's no name tight little jeans were missing back pockets. Look like they had been torn off purposely. Maybe to show off his tight little ass perhaps. The kid was definitely working it, in his own nonchalant way. He was now rocking the knee closest to me back and forth. The dick was only visible under the table for me. His hand shielded it anytime any came near. The rocking of his tight jean covered leg was hypnotizing to me. I was trying to follow the throbbing little spearhead that shows itself at the furthest point of the leg movement. I swear the little spear is has a drip of boy nectar on its taunt little tip. Yes I am right. The kid swirls the tip of his finger around the head and lifts it up to his mouth and licks it. He over emphasizes how good it tastes to his private audience, me. Another smiles and look towards my table. It is the younger brother sitting almost on top of my stud. Then my kid looks over at me again. Makes sure that I am paying attention and announces that he really has to take a pee. Squeezes the tip of his boner for emphasis and slides it back into his pants. Mom and sis look over at him, and then give him permission. As he's leaving a smile suddenly forms on his face. They tell him to take "Sean", the brother, of two years younger. Suddenly the smile drops and he slinks off to the rest room. Yeah, I was right about the little tight buns, the pocket-less pants do the trick. Long stovepipe legs and nice melon shaped buns against the tight material. The kid's ass is stunning. He has all the poise of a cat, the way he walks. Before he turns the corner, he looks back at me, then he almost pleads for me to follow. Now I really didn't have to pee, but what the heck, didn't want to miss a chance. I check out the booth across me. Mother and daughter are deep in conversation, I push out of the booth and head down to the rest room. I get to the restroom; it's a little thing; a two staller and two urinals. Sean is in the stall with the door closed. Talking to his big brother "Chris" about the boyfriend and what had just happened. "Fuckin" this and "Ass Wipe" that. They both have mouths that would make the most seasoned sailor blush. They were using cuss words, that even I didn't know what the meaning was. I think they even called their mom a whore in another language. Chris is at the short urinal with the front of his pants wide opened and almost to his knees. Little stud is not wearing any underpants. As I walk in, I stand in front of the vacant urinal next to him. The place is so small our knees are almost touching. I open my pants and take out the dick that has been eying this kid for almost 15 minutes. I am bone hard and can barely get my 7 inches out of my pants. The kid looks over and takes one look at it and then mouths to me "Nice Dick" as he exposes his bone hard 5incher nestled in a virgin hairy little un ruly bush of chestnut colored hair. His two nuts, the size of almonds are dangling loosely from the base of his cock. He is cupping them with his right hand. My mouth goes completely dry! It is beautiful. The thing is so hard it is smack up against his tight little washboard stomach. He lets his nuts go and lifts his Tee shirt over his head behind his shoulders to expose two perfect little brown colored quarter sized tits. The nipples are very hard and erect. I look up his chest, past his flushed face and see that pleading look in his face. He wants to touch, but he is too shy to say anything. He begins to reach over to me; his fingertips are mere inches away from the head of dick. I hear in my head what I want him to say. " Can I touch it? You can touch mine." I look into his eyes again. He smiles, but the words do not come. Bam! With that we hear the toilet flush, I look over at the stall door that Sean was in, the door is being unlatched and beginning to open. I look over at my little stud and his zipped up and out the door in a flash. It takes me another 10 minutes to pee. In the mean time Sean has washed his hands five times and appears to be checking me out. To Be Continued... Let me know what you think....