Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2008 22:15:10 -0700 (PDT) From: bill vincent Subject: The Boy at the Lake, part 2 The Boy at the Lake Part 2 By Kevin Printon Sean turned to me and said. "Mister can you help us? Can you help us Mister? Please? We just got stranded by my mom's looser boyfriend. We need a lift back to our cabin. It's about five miles from here." The little brave soul had just blurted out his family's plight. Tears rolled down his pink freckled cheeks, now relieved of his burden and for all his bravery and courage. I had tears in my eyes too, mostly for the boy's beauty, but for what he was saying. He reminded me of the plights my mom would get us into too as boy his age. I looked into his pure blue-eyed, freckle face and melted. I said, "Sure Kid, I will, let me finish my breakfast and I'll take your family anywhere it wants." " Oh Wow, Will you? " Sean said. " Let me tell my family..." He left with a flash. By the time I got back to my cooling breakfast, I was an instant celebrity. Everyone was introduced to me. And I was welcomed like; I was some long lost cousin except by little stud, who was silently eying me with suspicion. Turns out they lived two streets away from where my cabin was located, so it really wasn't a big deal. This was Sunday, the middle day of a three-day weekend. I was planning to stay till Monday afternoon. They lived sort of on the way. Maybe twenty miles out of the way, so I also offered to drive them back home at the end of the holiday. They insisted that I be invited to dinner that night for a barbeque. They had lots of stuff in the freezer they needed to cook up instead of bringing it back home. We drove back to their place in silence. The mother sat in front with me. Stud sat directly in my rearview sight, staring at me all the way home. Boy was he beautiful. We got there, you could tell the place must have been the spoils of a rich divorce a few years ago. It was a nice house that needed a lot of work. A lot of work! It was in sad state of repair. I was invited in, it was pretty big, roomy and comfortable, and there were two bedrooms down stairs and an unfinished attic upstairs. The boys slept up there. I needed to use the restroom and was ushered upstairs to use the boy's room by Sean. He was acting like a little puppy, he wanted to be near me. As I had climbed the stairs I was immediately confronted with the smells from adolescent boys. The air was filled with it...Not dirty clothes but just that faint Clorox smell. I went into the bathroom followed by Sean, I turned and looked at him, he got the hint and left before I took it out to pee. When I was finished I checked out the attic. I sort of felt like "Goldielocks" did . The attic had three dormers, the middle was the finished off bath, the other two had single beds placed slam against the windows. One was neat and carefully made; must be Sean's, the other was un made and littered with Stud's clothing. I could tell because there three more pairs of jeans the exact color and style as the one's he was wearing, plus some dirty socks, and a pair of tighty whities peeking out from under the pillow. I bet they were still damp. I looked around; my chaperone had gone back down stairs. Should I? I crept closer to the third dormer. I could smell his scent on the sheets. I reached the head of the bed. I looked around. The coast was clear. I stretched out my hand... Fingertips made contact Picked up the pillow and slid them out from under it. They were Fruit of the Looms. They had the look of being almost worn out. The elastic of the waist was frayed. The leg elastic of the left leg was shot. I picked them up and immediately lifted them to my nostrils. The smell of dry sperm was unmistakable. I went almost white with shock. My Mouth went bone dry I was instantly erect I rubbed my nose in the three crusty spots. I felt dampness. Yes it was all on the one side. I was barely breathing. I almost had a spontaneous orgasm There were three maybe four fresh damp spots that soiled the rim of the elastic on the front of the left side. I tasted them. And yes! They were his fresh sperm! Sweet yet bitter, sour yet musky! I heard them calling me. I am in a panic! Wonder what he was dreaming about doing? Should I take them? Should I stuff then down my jeans against my raging cock? I am not a thief? Nor a Perb! He'll know! Do I care? If he does? What will he think ? Will he tell? What will he say? I...... I turned and Left! I raced down the stairs like I was being chased! So, I was shown the rest of the house, we exchanged cell numbers and I would be back that evening for dinner... I got into my car. Sean is shaking my hand and thanking me. Stud is missing. As I start the car. I see Stud is outside in the yard, out of sight from everyone but me. Just staring at me. His look is more curious then anything. His left hand is still in his left pocket. He removes his hand and waves as I pull away. I can see him still staring in my rearview as I pull down the street and make the turn. The look is unmistakable. My heart is still racing like I just completed a marathon. Breathing is still in short breaths. I feel flushed. I reach down into my jeans and pull them out. I look up and there is a sheriffs car stopped in the intersection I am approaching. We lock eyes. To be continued. Hey thanks for all the encouragement. What do you Think?