Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2012 19:45:12 -0500 From: wild wing Subject: The Kid in the Red Canoe - C2 Two days later fantasy became reality when much to my surprise and delight Jason paddled to my dock alone in his red canoe. I was working on the dock at the time and I was so involved with my endeavor I didn't even notice him until he literally bumped into the dock. He wasn't naked this time although it mattered little. I had seen him naked and I knew he wasn't just a normal boy. He was wearing a white t-shirt, a blue speedo, and running shoes. Even before I greeted him my eyes wandered to his crotch. The bathing suit was definitely too small for him and his over sized boyish endowment was plainly obvious. He was perhaps only one stage from a full erection and here he hadn't even stepped onto the dock yet. I could feel my own member quickly rising to the occasion. I held out a hand to help him up. "Hi Jason," I cried out. "Welcome to my humble abode. It's really great to see you again!"Actually I wasn't just happy to see him. I was thrilled! Grinning from ear to ear he immediately scoped his surroundings and replied, "You really have a nice place here." "Well, it's a little run down right now but I'm working on it. I should have the dock fixed up in a week or so. Would you like to come up to the house Jason? I'll show you around inside too." Once inside Jason immediately made himself at home. With loose supervision I gave him a tour of upstairs and downstairs. He fired questions at me in the way that confident twelve year olds usually do. "Who is the guy in all the pictures?" he inquired. "Oh that's my grandfather," I explained, "He actually bought this place long before I was born." "Does he come up very often?" "No Jason, he doesn't. Grandad has a lot of arthritis now and doesn't get out very often. He stays in the city. He's a great guy though!" "Do you work in the city?" "No Jason. I'm a student. I'm entering my third year at college." We settled in the front room. Jason sat on the couch, his legs wide apart giving me full visual access to his crotch and his over stuffed speedo. He kept up a steady staccato of questions but I was having a tougher and tougher time concentrating on what he was saying. I felt Jason knew full well what his appearance was doing to me. I interrupted his line of questioning. "Would you like a cold soda Jason?" "Sure thing, I'd like that," he smiled. His blue eyes glistened and his smile accentuated his dimples once more. I shuddered with sexual anticipation. He accepted the soda from my hand and tilting his head up he immediately guzzled it. That gave me the opportunity to take yet another look at his speedo. I noticed I could easily make out the exact shape of his glans. God he was delicious. Placing the now empty can on the coffee table Jason asked if he could use the washroom. I directed him to the facilities and then sitting at the kitchen table, I waited patiently for him to return. Now the walls in my grandfather's cottage were paper thin. Not only could you hear the toilet flush from rooms away it was also possible to hear people peeing. I waited expecting to hear each sound in turn. Instead I heard nothing. Perplexed I waited some more. Finally he reappeared. Striding right up to me he had pulled out the front of his speedo a little and was fiddling with what appeared to be a very tight knot. With his sweet bashful smile he asked, "I can't get this knot undone. Can you help me?" I gulped little believing what was happening. Trying hard not to sound too excited I replied, "Sure thing Jason. Let me reach in there and I'll see what I can do." He stood, his hands on his hips, directly in front of me. His legs were spread apart slightly and his innie was inches from my nose. I peeled the speedo down an inch or two to reveal the knot once more. The knot was indeed a tricky one. I tried to rely on my long forgotten Boy Scout knowledge to untie it. Mind you I was in no hurry. In fact I had every intention of taking my own sweet time. In holding the knot in place the back of my hand purposely grazed against what now appeared to be a full blown erection. Jason did not complain. No way. In fact he apologized instead. "I"m sorry the knot is so tight," Allowing my fingers to slip off it once more I reassured him, "That's okay Jason. This may take a while but be patient. I promise you I'll get it undone." I fumbled around a few moments more before adding, "Let me get a better look at the damn knot." I pulled the speedo out a little more and down at the same time and there it lay. Just down another inch or so sat the most perfect penis I believe I ever saw. It stretched out in all its glory to the side towards the edge of his right leg. It had to be close to an inch and a half across and perhaps seven inches in length. I was stunned by the sight. I tried to act normal but I couldn't have fooled anyone. The fact I was practically drooling could hardly have been missed by the kid. He knew full well I was inspecting his cock. Did he complain? No sir! He apologized again instead. "I'm sorry I got a boner. I can't help it. It does that on its own all the time. I can't help it," he repeated. I looked up at a grinning Jason. "That's perfectly all right Jason. A twelve year old getting a boner in a situation like this is the most natural thing in the world. Besides it appears that you have an awful lot to be proud of!" "What do you mean?" Jason knew damn well what I meant. He knew he had a hell of a big cock for a twelve year old and wanted to hear it again from me. If that's what he wanted I was game. Fact was that at that point I had crossed the threshold of lust. One way or another I knew that i was going to have him. I plunged on. "Jason you have the most beautiful large cock I have ever seen on a twelve year old!" His grin spread ear to ear. "Do you really think so?" "Absolutely," I replied. I grabbed the knot and picked at it with determination I had not shown up to now. The knot fell apart almost immediately. Now on sexual autopilot I tucked a finger into each side of the speedo and gently pushed down His fully engorged endowment popped into full view. The tip of it was an inch or so from my mouth. I looked up at him looking for some kind of signal as to what he wanted me to do. He stuck his tongue out at me luridly. That was enough of a signal for me. Grasping his cock with one hand I guided it into my waiting mouth. I allowed his glans to caress the back of my mouth as I took him in completely. Jason freaked out flailing his arms about and moaning wildly. But did he try to pull his cock out? No way! Jason wanted his cock sucked and I guessed that he had pulled the knot trick to get me to do it. He kept squealing, "Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!!!" I supported his weight with one hand behind his soft bum. With the other hand I held his cock with a finger and thumb while the trailing fingers grasped him around his gonads. I should have taken my time and really savored the moment but I couldn't. This beautiful twelve year old had me so bloody horny I ravaged his cock forcing my lips back and forth quickly over his perfect glans. I aimed to get his seed as quickly as possible. Continuing to pant heavily he actually placed a hand on each side of my face and pumping his hips back and forth he cried out, "Ahhhh, shit I'm cumming!" I pressed my lips harder. Right there in the kitchen of my grandfather's cottage young Jason erupted in my mouth filling me with hot cream rivalling the output of a much older individual. It was the sweetest cum I had ever tasted. I continued to massage his pole with my lips savoring every last drop I could find. I planned to release him as soon as his cock grew limp. It didn't happen. His incredible weapon remained rock hard. Finally letting go I remarked, "Thank you Jason. Sucking you off was an incredible experience." Jason exposed his dimples once more. "That was way cool. You made me feel better than I ever did before. You can do it again later but only if you want," he added coyly. By later I assumed he meant another day and the idea thrilled me to no end. Jason was inviting himself back and I was ecstatic thinking of the prospects. For now I assumed that Jason would find some excuse to leave and paddle off into the sunset as every other boy would have, but Jason was definitely not 'every other boy'. Jason stared pleadingly into my eyes and stated, "I'd like to stay a while, that is unless you have a bunch of things to do or something." Wow I can't get over this kid I thought! Here he is begging me to stay when I'm the one who should be begging him. Of course I responded, "It would be my pleasure Jason. You can stay as long as you care to." His reaction floored me yet again. He was as thrilled to get to stay as I was to keep him a while longer. I thought he might dress but no, the speedos stayed on the kitchen floor. I was to learn that nudity was his favorite mode of dress. It sure kept me in a constant state of sexual arousal. Eventually he did wander off for that long awaited pee. This time he succeeded but not without difficulty. "Do you know how hard it is to pee when you have a boner?" he laughed. He was sweet all right. He also adored being told how handsome he was or how wondrous his cock was for a twelve year old but he wasn't vain or boastful in any way. He consistently reacted with a bashful grin. Try as I might I could not find any flaws in this kid! We learned a lot more about each other that day too. It was no surprise to find after some prodding that he was at the top of the honour roll. Intelligence apparently ran in the family. His father was a doctor in a busy downtown hospital. Jason was also an athlete of some renown. Ice hockey was a passion of his. He was not only the captain of his team he was also its leading scorer. He helped me make some steak sandwiches for lunch before continuing the conversation into the afternoon. All the time he spent on the couch he lay there naked before me. I tried my best to give his body a rest but I failed miserably. I just could not keep my hands off of him. He was so perfect! Not that Jason ever objected, even once. No sir! Each time I mauled his cock and threw another compliment his way he would give me that 'aww shucks' look and spread his legs still wider for me. On one occasion I lifted his cock up gently and moved in for a closer inspection. I looked up into his eyes momentarily. Jason was nodding his head slowly up and down. "Yes," he said quietly. I slipped his corona into my mouth. Once again Jason cried out his passion instantly. Once again he began to flail about. I tried to stretch it out this time but found myself becoming as animalistic in giving as he was in receiving. Once again I was blessed with a copious amount of gism. His performance thrilled me no end. Still recovering, he lay back on the cushions smiling demurely. his blue eyes sparkling with his boyhood charm. "Would you mind if I came back tomorrow?" Jason was still surprising me. Here was this gorgeous blond angel actually asking permission to have me abuse him all over again! "I shall be here as often as you want me Jason. You will always be welcome!" True to his word he appeared at exactly the same time the next day dressed in the same attire. He didn't use a knot trick this time. No way. In fact he lost his speedos the moment he stepped onto the dock. As we embraced on the spot Jason slipped a hand inside my shorts. He slipped down and wrapped it around my erection. "Hmmmmm Nice!" he exclaimed. We never made it to the house. Collapsing in the long grass I hungrily took him in once more. For his part he jacked me enthusiastically. As I began to reach my climax he slipped his lips over my helmet. The result was one of the most intense experiences of my entire life. He moved his lips skillfully over my glans coaxing every drop into his waiting mouth. And so continued the most perfect summer I could have ever imagined. Well to tell you truth it wasn't quite perfect. You see after Jason entered my life I never did find the time to repair the boathouse. Epilogue: Yes I know, I've heard it before. My stories are not long enough. Well in this case I chose to be reasonably true to Mikey Mark. Unless I hear from him directly and he asks me to continue there will be no more. If the story gave you a 'rise' then let me recommend a much longer Mikey Mark tale called 'Shower Boy'. It too appeared on September 21st 1998. 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