Date: Mon, 4 Jul 2016 09:12:43 -0400 From: Lytle Peters Subject: Tuesday Afternoons, Part 2, Adult-Youth The funny thing is when you look at old pictures -- I mean like when I'm six or eight years old -- I was really skinny. Just a shrimp. A puny little guy. I don't mean funny ha-ha but funny weird. But starting in fourth and fifth grade, if you look at my school pictures, the ones where the whole class is standing on the steps, you can see that I was gaining weight. Not fat exactly, but becoming chunky. And this past school year, I played on the line on the sixth grade flag football team. So while I imagined myself playing quarterback or wide receiver, Coach put me at right guard, one of the bigger kids on the team, with enough weight to block and push people around. I said 'one of the bigger kids,' because I wasn't and I'm not now fatter than Cecil Boyd. He's really fat. Thank heavens for Cecil. He takes a lot of crap, especially in the PE locker room, that might otherwise come my way. This past year in sixth grade we had to do PE, which meant dressing out in a locker room and then showering and dressing to go back to class. I hated it. I mean, I hated having to be exposed to all the guys. I didn't mind that they were all exposed to me. But me to them was, let's just say was uncomfortable. Like I said, thank heavens for Cecil. Not only is he really really fat with rolls of it for a belly and big sagging titties, but everybody knows he likes to look at other boys' cocks. His is super tiny. So he gets called Sissy Boy instead of Cecil Boyd. Like I said, that takes some of the heat off me. You see, I like to look at the other boys' cocks too, but I'm better at hiding it than Cecil is. And my cock is little too, but it's bigger than his. It's three inches hard. For me, the worst thing is my titties are kinda big, with big pink nipples like a girl's. But his are so much bigger that he catches the grief. Occasionally, there's this one kid who will call me "Booby Bobby" when he gets pissed at me, but I've got friends who tell him to "Cut the shit" or "Back off, Roger; stop looking at them," and he does. But Cecil has to hear it all the time. Nobody sticks up for Cecil. Billy Costly, who's short but has a really big cock, will wave it at Cecil in the shower and say, "Come on, Sissy Boy, don't you want to suck it?" And I'm laughing with the other boys but secretly thinking I'd at least to like to feel it and stroke it and maybe suck it. I mean, I've never done that, but I'd love to touch Billy Costly's big cock. Anyway, my aunt got this great idea -- she thinks -- that we should go camping at the state park just outside of town. She and her daughter -- my cousin -- and me. No tv and no computers. She wants us to go this coming week. Great. Just what I would have chosen, to be the only boy in a tent with my aunt and cousin. For three days. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Then death. From boredom. The only salvation is there's a nice lake for swimming, with a diving board out toward the middle, and lots of places to fish away from the swimming area. And my cousin can't swim well enough to use the diving board. And neither of them likes to fish. So my only hope is to do lots of diving and fishing. I don't mind being alone. ***** Once the public school is out for the summer, usually the first week of June in Virginia, that means about eleven weeks of having to make a choice on where to spend my Tuesday afternoons. And while the theatre is a favorite, as you now know, another powerful draw is the lake at the state park on the outskirts of town. You drive from the main highway down a twisting two-lane road for a couple of miles and then start to climb steeply. The entrance is on the right. You drive in past hillsides of rhododendron and laurel, poplar and buckeye. Around a bend the lake appears, and you follow its edge to the parking area. It's $2 to park, another $3 if you want to swim in the lake. And I generally find it's worth every dollar. Tourists camp in the park and take advantage of the chance to swim, but on Tuesdays most of the people are locals, either teens hanging out or mothers with kids and an opportunity to have someone else, i.e. the lifeguards, look after them for a few hours while they chat or snooze in the sun. I like to take a swim suit rolled up in a beach towel, a paperback, and wearing my favorite Orioles shirt and my shades, head out to the park for a little fun. Right after lunch seems the best time to go. Sometimes I sit on a bench and survey the "beach" area first, just to see what interesting young swimmers might be there. Other times I go straight to the changing room. The men's facilities are divided between a changing and showering area and a toilets and urinals area. You walk into the changing room with its benches and lockers around three sides and one row of lockers like an island in the middle. A couple of showers are against the wall to your left. If you go past those showers, you're in the toilet area. When someone comes into the building, especially a kid there for the first time, he always stops and scans the changing room because he's looking to pee and doesn't see where to go. I like the bench against the wall just opposite and a tad behind the entrance. I can sit there wearing just my Orioles shirt and pretend to be fiddling with the drawstring on my swim trunks. What I'm actually fiddling with, of course, is my cock, keeping it a little chubbed up and therefore more attracting as it hangs over the edge of the bench. I can usually hear footsteps just before the guy enters the room, and I can always tell the lighter, quicker steps of a boy. If it's a man who comes in, I simply drop my swim trunks into my lap to cover up nonchalantly. If it's a boy, I hold them high, spread my legs more, and try to make eye contact. It's easy because boys have that natural curiosity. I'm remembering my first time here as I'm walking towards the entrance. That was beach ball boy. Last June. I had stepped into the facility, surveyed the setup, and realized how promising it was. I quickly stripped and sat down on the bench opposite the entrance. In the distance I could hear the shouts and squeals and splashes of kids swimming. I was alone in the changing area. One of the showers to my right dripped slowly. It was exciting to sit there naked and think about what the day might bring. I stroked my cock a bit to get it bigger, not hard, but aroused. I liked the way it and my balls hung over the edge of the bench. On display. Inviting. It was no more than five minutes before I heard the bouncing of a ball coming closer. Then the bouncing stopped and I heard quick steps coming toward the entrance. Into the room popped a boy. He was young. And head covered in blonde curls. Wearing just a swimsuit and flip flops. Tanned already though summer had just begun. Holding a yellow and red beach ball. Maybe eight years old. We'll give him a show at least, I thought. And as soon as he stepped through the entrance, he looked over, saw me, and looked between my legs. "Hi," I said. "Hi." Really cute kid. He took a few steps toward me, staring all the time at my cock. Then he looked around and asked, "Where are the pottys?" I motioned to his left. "Over on the other side, through there." "Oh," he said. Staring at my cock again. You've got to love the honesty of kids that age. "Uh, will you hold my ball while I, uh, go to the bathroom?" Normally I think of the right thing to say ten minutes -- or ten hours -- later. But not this time. I reached down between my legs to lift my whole package. "I'd love to hold your balls while you go to the bathroom." "Noooo," he giggled. "I meant hold my. . . oh, wait. You were being nasty." "I was not being 'nasty.' I thought I was being helpful. I said I would do what you asked me to do." "I meant hold THIS ball," he said, holding it out to me. "Oh," I said, "Sure. I can hold that ball for you . . . and any other balls you want me to." "Just this big one." I took it, but he just continued staring between my legs. My cock was responding by growing of course. Should I offer it to him? He was awfully young. "Bathroom's on the other side," I finally said, in a rare moment of restraint. "Yeah," he said and slowly walked away. As soon as he was gone, I reached and started stroking my cock. It was fully hard when I heard his flip flops coming back a minute later. I held his beach ball in my lap and used it to press my cock into my belly. When he took the ball from me, my cock sprang to attention. "It's. . . sticking up," he said. "Yeah. I bet yours sticks up too sometimes, doesn't it?" He nodded, studying my hard cock. I clenched my muscles and made it flare for him. "But it's. . ." his voice trailed off. "Not that big," I said, continuing to be helpful. "I'm sure yours is the perfect size for you. Does yours get hard when you play with it?" He nodded. "Does it get hard when you let someone else touch it?" Again he nodded. "Is it hard now because you're thinking about it while you're looking at my big one?"' Another nod. Was he going to show me? Probably he would let me tug on his swimsuit and see for myself. Then again, he was awfully young. And therefore not necessarily trustworthy. Again, in a fit of restraint, I said, "Back to the lake for swimming?" "Uh. . . yeah. I gotta go." "OK. See you later," I said, wondering if he would come back for another chat. If he did, I might consider offering him a squeeze, a feel. He turned slowly and left the building, clutching his beach ball. I heard his flip flops slapping as he walked away. And. . . he didn't come back later. Probably for the best. Yep, that had been my first visit to this changing room. I was still thinking of little beach ball blonde boy as I stepped into the building. My brain had to do a double take as I realized before me stood a naked boy about twelve years old. Shortish brown hair, blue eyes. He was a little on the husky side but not fat. Before his hand covered it, I saw a small circumcised peter, mostly head, and no pubic hair. Definitely old enough to be interesting but also completely smooth. My eyes naturally gravitated from the now covered peter up his belly to his chest. He had enough prepubescent fat to have small boobs with quarter-sized pink nipples. They looked a bit puffy. Would they be overly sensitive? If not, they screamed "SUCK ME!" Involuntarily I drew in my breath at the thought. ***** So when this college age guy comes into the lake's changing room, I've actually been caught between taking my underwear off and pulling on my swim trunks, which means I'm naked. I looked up at him when he came in, and I must have blushed like six shades of red I was so embarrassed. He smiles at me, though, and I can see his eye take in my whole body. Instinctively, my right hand goes to cover my peter, which is shrunken because of my nervousness at being in a public place. It's only an inch long in this kind of situation, mostly just its purplish head showing. I reach for my towel and quickly wrap it around my waist and tuck it into itself to secure it. "Don't cover up on my account," the guy says. "We're all boys here." I snort a nervous laugh by way of reply. Then manage to say, "OK. Right." He goes over to a corner of the dressing room where I can still see him and starts to peel off clothes in a flurry. When he gets down to just his boxers, he turns to the wall of lockers so that I'm looking at his butt. Down come the boxers to reveal his buns. I should be hustling to get my swim trunks on, but I'm instead kind of frozen to the spot. Looking at this guy's rear end. I'm still staring at him when he turns around and says, "See? We're all boys here." He has a big cock - well, it looks big to me - and it's kind of sticking out at me like it's half hard. He has a patch of light brown hair above it, and his balls are much bigger than mine, hanging down but not real low. My mouth is open as I'm staring like I've never seen a grown man naked before. Which I almost haven't. "See?" he says again. "Ye-yeah," I stammer. I see all right. His cock has a really nice big mushroom head, bigger than its shaft. It must be five inches long even not completely hard. It raises up a bit and the head flares out as I'm staring at it. Again, I feel myself blushing crimson. I should turn away and get my trunks on. I should stuff my clothes into a locker and head to the lake. I should. . . I should. . . but I am hypnotized by this big cock. The guy said "See," and boy do I see. I can't stop seeing. But it's getting awkward, a pause becoming something too long for a pause. He will know that I like looking at him. He will know that just like at school I like looking at boys' things in the changing room. He will know that secretly I'm a . . . a queer. I force myself to turn around facing my locker and remove my towel. Showing my chunky butt to him, but at least he can't see how tiny my peter is, especially now when I'm embarrassed. It's very very quiet in here. I can hear the dripping of a shower head. And it's weird but it's like I can feel the guy staring at me. I reach down and give my peter a shake and tug. It's getting a little bit bigger. "Oh, man. . ." I hear the guy say kind of exasperated. I turn around and he's standing there messing with the string on his swim trunks, like it's in a knot or something. My eyes go back to his cock of course. It's standing up even more, and he's turned just a little so that I can see its profile. "Damn thing's all. . ." It's a really pretty one, if you can say such a thing about a cock. I'd love to run my fingers up and down the shaft to feel its -- its what? -- its power. I'd love to squeeze it, and maybe. . . . I turn back around because it has to be obvious I'm staring at the guy's big cock. I'm stretching out the elastic on my swim trunks, about to step into them, when suddenly two hands appear at my waist and slide up my belly lightly, then push up on my chest to make it like I really do have boobs. "Hey. . ." I say instinctively. The fleshy part of the thumbs starts to stroke my nipples lightly. They are erect instantly and as sensitive as tiny penises. Electric shocks go straight from my nipples to my peter with each swipe across them. "Hey" I start to say again but it turns into an airy groan. At the same time I feel something pressing into my butt crack. Then I feel the guy pressed into my back and his breath is hot in my ear. His thumbs are tickling circles around and around and around my nipples as he whispers, "Does that feel good?" "Ye-yeah," I manage to whisper. Each nipple is now between a thumb and an index finger, each being squeezed lightly. Then he lightly squeezes and pulls on each nipple. Left right left right left right left right in rapid fire. I lean my head back into his shoulder. "You've got the hottest titties I've ever seen on a boy. Will you let me play with them?" he whispers as his thumbs go back to rapidly stroking across each nipple simultaneously. My knees are going weak. My cock is suddenly rock hard, all three inches. "Yessss," I say. Then another, "Yessss." "Do you feel my hard cock?" "Yesss." "Good. I want you to feel my hard cock while I play with your nipples. Your titties made my cock get hard." Suddenly he pinches each nipple hard, three times rapidly. "Ow!" I say out loud. It hurts but also sends jolts to my boy cock. His fingers go back to lightly tracing round and round my nipples. The nipples are electric. They are singing. "Do you like to feel a hard cock?" "Yesss," I whisper. His fingers are lightly plucking at my nipples. Left right left right left right. His cock is nestled in my butt crack and against my lower back. "Do you want to play with my big hard cock while I lick. . . and. . . suck your titties?" He's rolling my nipples between thumbs and index fingers. "Yesss," I whisper. "Tell me you want it." "I -- I want it," I whisper. "I know you do. Reach back and feel that hard cock. He wants you. And you want him." The guy pulls away enough so that when my right hand goes behind me, it finds his shaft. It is hot and incredibly stiff. And it feels huge in my hand. I squeeze the shaft and then feel my way up to the mushroom head. I hold the head in the palm of my hand while my fingers toy with the shaft. The guy's fingers have gone back to plucking my nipples. I'm not sure how much more of this they can take. Then suddenly he pinches them hard again. "Owww!" It hurts and feels great at the same time. How can that be? "Did I hurt them?" he whispers. Then, "Let me kiss them and make them better." He turns me around, making me release his big cock, pushes up under each nipple to make a boob, and then moves in to kiss my left nipple. It slips into his hot mouth and then I feel his tongue swiping round and round and round. I draw in my breath and release it slowly. He pulls off and goes to my right nipple, kisses it, takes it into his mouth, swirls his tongue round and round and round it, then starts to suck on my whole tittie. Meanwhile he's still feather touching my other nipple. Again my knees feel weak. My cock is twitching for attention. He pulls off my right nipple and then goes back to my left nipple. Tongue swirling. Sucking. I throw my head back and close my eyes and just give myself to this guy. I hear myself moaning with each swipe of his tongue. Suddenly he pulls off my nipple, there's a slight movement, and I feel my boy cock plunged into something hot. Oh my god, he's got my cock in his mouth. His tongue is now swirling around and around my cock and sucking it at the same time. His hands are on my butt, holding me firmly against his face. I can't stand it. "I'm. . . I'm. . ." I start to say and then my cock erupts into his hot mouth, shooting what little cum I can make onto his tongue that continues to swirl around and around. I'm standing on my tiptoes. Still he sucks it. His hands leave my butt and reach up to find my nipples again, lightly squeezing them as he sucks. "Oh God!!" I say as my cock strains to shoot more. My cock head is too sensitive. I can't stand any more of this. He sucks me still, but his tongue has stopped swirling around my cock head. Now he's just letting my cock rest in his mouth. Still twitching. Finally, he releases it. ***** The kid's cock is still hard even though he just managed to cum. I will give him a minute to recover, and then we'll go for another. He's breathing pretty hard and actually cupping his hands over his tits. He's got the hottest tits ever. Probably that was his first time having someone touch him that way. Probably that was his first blow job too. You know what they say: A bird can't fly on one wing. We'll take him for another flight. He should last longer this time. After half a minute, I ask, "Are you OK?" "Ye-yeah," the boy says, then adds, "wow." "You're still hard," I say, stating the obvious. "I think he'd like to do it again." The boy looks down at his hard cock, twitching. "Ye-yeah." "Guess what. Me too," I say. I reach for his cock, hold the whole thing in my hand and pull. I lead the boy over behind the island of lockers so that we're blocked from view of anyone first stepping into the changing room. "Put one foot up on the bench." "Why?" "Just do it. Put your right foot up on the bench." He does. His cock is standing at 75 degrees. I kneel on the floor and suck the whole morsel into my mouth. "Oh God. . ." I bob up and down on it, sucking lustily, tongue swirling. "Oh God, yesss. . ." After a minute of this, I suddenly let it pop out of my mouth. I turn my head and go under and suck his balls into my mouth. My tongue is caressing each one alternately, making love to them. Asking them for another shot of boy juice. My hands gliding over his silky thighs. My tongue slips behind his balls and flicks at the spot between his balls and his butthole. He moans. Then back to his smooth balls. Then a few flicks and swirls at his cock head. He moans again. Very verbal boy. Then I suck his balls back into my mouth and try to reach behind them with my tongue. I need to come at him from the other direction. "Move down here," I tell him, moving him to the end of the bench. "Kneel down, that's good, now lean forward with your arms on the bench." He looks momentarily puzzled but follows my instructions, like a good obedient boy. Now his smooth butt is elevated, in a submissive position. I touch him at his neck with just the tip of a finger, then slowly trace it down his spine. He shudders. I trace it to his butt crack, then just slightly inside his crack, down, down through his moist crack, to his right thigh, down featherlight to his knee, down to his ankle, then crossing to his left ankle, lightly up to his knee, lightly up the inside of his thigh, back to his butt crack, featherlight around his butthole, then across his perineum, over his tight-again ball sack, then up his three-inch shaft to the sensitive spot at his cockhead. "Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh," whispers my very verbal boy. I drop to my knees behind him. I'm between his legs so that I can spread them. I move in so that my hard cock slips under him and nestles against his hard boy cock. Gently thrusting so that our cocks rub together. "Do you like feeling my hard cock?" "Yesss," he whispers quickly. "Yes." "Good. Because he likes you. I'm going to let you play with him later. Would you like to do that?" "Yessss." I reach under him with both hands, sliding them up his silky sides to find his slightly hanging titties. Nipples hard. I roll them gently between my thumbs and index fingers. Our cocks rub together. "Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh," says my verbal boy. "Oh, baby boy. Feel our cocks rubbing together. You like it when I rub your cock and tickle your titties?" "Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh," he says as I squeeze his nipples a bit harder. I pull back, releasing his nipples, and gaze at the beautiful white globes before me. My fingers massage them. Then separate them slightly. I lean down and give his butt crack a big lick from bottom to top. He's a little smelly, but I don't mind. "What are you doooooooooooo?" says the boy. ***** I can't believe what this guy just did to me. I mean, gross. No, I mean Gross, with a capital G. He licked my butt crack like it's an ice cream cone. That is just Gross. I also can't believe how good it feels. His tongue is big and hot and wet, and it sent shock waves to my peter when he licked me there. Just like it sent shock waves to my peter when he played with my nipples. Is everything wired to my peter? My boy cock. That's what he calls it. God, it was amazing when he sucked it. And then when he got behind me and rubbed his big cock against my little one while he was playing with my titties. He says I can play with his big cock later. Right now I just want him to lick me more. And he is. Each time his tongue goes deeper into my crack. He's spreading my butt cheeks now. Licking, licking. Oh God! His tongue is in my butthole! I mean dancing all around it and then actually inside. I've never felt anything like this. His face is buried in my butt now. His tongue licking and poking into my hole. It's in me. Oh God, his hands are coming back to my titties. His fingers are plucking at my nipples while his tongue is in my hole. My boy cock is going to explode! His tongue is going in and out of my hole. Squeezing my nipples. Tongue deeper inside me. Rolling my nipples. "Mmmmmph, mmmmmmmmph," I hear him as he licks my hole. Pinching my nipples. My boy cock shoots again. And again. I feel it trying to shoot. He's eating my butthole. Plucking my nipples. My boy cock is twitching. I can't stand it anymore it feels so good. Can't stand it. He releases my nipples but keeps eating my hole. It's like he's sucking my hole. His hands are on my cock and balls now. Tugging at it. Trying to milk it. "Mmmm," he says, as he finally pulls out of my butt and releases my twitching boy cock. "Mmmm," he says again, "Good boy. Did you like that?" All I can do is nod. I can't believe he made my cock shoot without even touching it. The guy stands up and comes around in front of me. His big cock is really hard. Then he steps across the bench and sits down, straddling it. His big cock is right in front of my face. "Go ahead," he says. "Play with it. I know you want it. Feel it. Kiss it. Lick it." "I -- I don't know what to do," I whisper. "Yes you do. You're a boy. With a cock. You know what to do." I reach for it tentatively but then my fingers close around its shaft, feeling its heat, its incredible hardness. Its purple mushroom head seems to stare at me with its single eye. Drawing me to it. My fingers hold it firmly near its base, also feeling the small patch of hair there. I lean forward and plant a kiss on the head. I hear the guy exhale, so I kiss it again, then again in that special spot just underneath. I want to do more, but I'm unsure. I open my lips and allow my tongue to run across that special spot. The guy draws in his breath sharply. I let my tongue go around the base of the mushroom, like it's an ice cream cone. "That's right," the guy says, "lick that big hard cock." His words make me do it again. And again. And again. Then back to that special spot. Then I start to kiss the shaft at the top and go all the way down until my nose is tickled by his hair. Then I stick out my tongue and lick from the bottom of the shaft all the way to the top. The guy exhales. This is the dirtiest, most exciting thing I've ever done. His hands reach under me and find my nipples again. When he starts to pluck them lightly, I lick his cock head quicker. "You're like me, aren't you," he says. "You think about cocks all the time. Your cock is hard when you think about playing with other boys' cocks. You think about them all the time, don't you?" "Yess," I whisper. "And now you will want a tongue on your titties too. . ." "Yess," licking his special spot as his fingers twist my nipples. "And now you will want a tongue in your butt." "Yesssss," I whisper, licking down his big shaft again. "You're going to want it all," he says, "and more. Put my cock in your mouth and suck the head." I do as I'm told. I'm sucking the head but still licking at it too. "Mmmmm, that feels great. You're a natural. Keep your lips covering your teeth. That's it. Mmmmm, suck that big cock, boy." I suck more of it into my mouth. His fingers are stroking my nipples in feather touches. It's hard to breathe. I pull off it, hold the shaft, and lick all around the head. His fingers are plucking my nipples, left right left right left right. I slide about half his cock into my mouth and go back to sucking it. His hands come to my ears and hold my head. "Breathe through your nose, that's it." He pushes and pulls on my head so that I'm bobbing up and down on his big cock while I'm sucking it. I can't believe I'm doing this. It's something I've dreamed about for so long. But in my dreams it was always a boy my age or close. But this, this is a big cock. And I'm able to make somebody else feel really good. And sucking on this cock makes me feel really really good. Oh God, he's going back to work on my nipples. He can't leave them alone. Rolling them between his fingers. I lick his special spot while I'm holding just the mushroom head in my mouth. "Mmmmmm," he says, "You're gonna get a mouthful if you keep that up." I haven't thought about that. Do I want a mouthful? My dreams never have gone that far. I pull off the cock and look at the guy, I guess with uncertainty. "It's OK," he says, suddenly standing up. "Lie on your back here on the bench." I do as I'm told, and I watch him disappear down between my legs. Then I feel his tongue in my crack again. Oh God, he's going back to my pucker with his tongue. I spread my legs wide for him and surrender to it. I want it really bad. "Put your knees on your chest." When I do that, I realize I'm at his mercy. At his tongue's mercy. It's dancing all around my pucker. The guy's nose is in my balls. His tongue is poking at my pucker. Oh God, it's slipping back inside me. Yesssssss, sliding inside me, now partly out, now back in, now partly out, now back in deeper. I've never felt anything so good. How does he do that? Just please please keep doing it. I hear myself moaning softly with each thrust of his tongue up inside me. I just close my eyes and concentrate on my pucker being tongued. In and out, in and out, in and out, in and out. "Mmmmmm," he says with his face buried deep in my butt. It's a shock when the tongue pulls out completely. I open my eyes, and he's standing up, standing over me, pulling on his big hard cock. Now he's leaning down, his hands on either side of my head. That's when I feel his big hard cock starting to rub against my boy cock. His body is still except for his hips, thrusting his big cock so that it rubs over mine again and again. He's going faster now. I'm going to shoot again or try to. I can feel it. He's going faster, rubbing our cocks together. Then he stops and I feel something hot all over my cock and balls and belly. He pulls back some and I feel his cock head at my pucker, still squirting hot juice onto me. He's covering me with his cum. When his cock head pushes into my pucker slightly, my boy cock tries to shoot again. His cock head is in me enough that I can feel it pulsing in my pucker. His hot juice must be oozing inside me. My butthole squeezes his cockhead. I'm totally covered in his juice, but I don't mind. I've never felt like this in my life. Wow. How many times has he made me cum? Three? I'm not even sure. Like I said, wow. After what seems like forever, the guy says softly, "You're gonna want to shower," flicking his head in the direction of the curtained stalls. "Yeah, OK." Then he leans over me and before I know what is happening, kisses me on the lips. I kiss him back, not even thinking about where his lips have been. Then he says, "Hit the shower, big boy, before I start all over again." "I'm here for two more days," I say, not sure what he means by "start all over." "Go take a shower," he says, "and then we'll talk about it." ***** When the kid pushes the shower curtain aside, I'm waiting for him. He is all pink and wet. I step toward him, lean over, and take a nipple in my mouth, tongue tickling it, then sucking it gently. I look down and he is hard again. "You ARE a horny little devil," I say, and he smiles. "What's your name?" "Bobby," he says softly. "I'm Jake," I say. "You camping here or just swimming?" I'm feeling his hard cock as I ask. "Swimming," he says, then, "I mean both, camping and swimming. For two more days." "Where you from?" "Here. . . I mean, I live in town." "Oh, me too. So. . ." I'm jacking his hard little cock with my right hand, tickling a nipple with my left. He sighs. He's ready to go again. "So I guess maybe we could do this regularly?" I drop to my knees and take his cock into my mouth, tongue swirling around the whole thing. He draws in his breath, then lets it out slowly. "Yeah, I guess, I mean, yeah, for sure." ***** Remember that this story, like all of my stories, is fantasy. Although the setting here is an actual bath house at a real state park, the characters are fictional or fictional extrapolations of actual people seen there. I apologize for the huge time gap between parts 1 & 2 of this story, but I got preoccupied with other stories and with other claims on my time. As usual, comments are welcome at lytle.peters@gmail.com I'd especially like to hear from those who share Bobby's husky build and his very sensitive chest. A number of my readers have asked why all of my stories are not listed under my Authors heading. For whatever reason, they are not. You can find them, however. Under Young Friends, there is I Didn't Know, a personal favorite. Under Adult-Youth, you might like Matt Clarke from July 2015 or the very popular Doubling Down at the Mall. 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