Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2005 14:11:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer Sabbatical (Part Six)

Kelly's cute butt disappeared around the corner, and both Chris and I
managed to close our gaping mouths, and stop staring at the vacant space
her disappearance left in its wake. Chris looked at me, all wide eyed, his
hand going down to adjust his meat in his shorts, and said excitedly,
"Whoa...she's way hot!" I grinned, and nodded, answering, "That she is,
Champ....hot to trot, as well!" He grinned, and chirped, "Ya
think...really...like...maybe she might actually wanna...uh...DO it....with
me and you..?" I chuckled, and said, "Oh yea...I most definitely think she
wants to DO it....certainly with you....hopefully, me too!" He looked
longingly at the now vacant corner once again, and squeaked, "Awesome!"

Back in the car headed for home, Chris again chattered on, this time about
Ms. Kelly, and the likelihood that he might very soon have an opportunity
to expand his recently activated sexual repartee to include the female of
the species. I didn't discourage his banter, but instead added to his
super-charged demeanor by reaching over to fondle his stiff little nail
through his shorts. He opened his smooth legs, allowing me full access to
his bulging crotch, and worked his slim hips back and forth, pressing his
hard boyhood against my groping hand. "Oh man...that feels awesome...is it
different if a girl touches your dick, Rick?" I laughed at his excitement,
and said, "Not really, Champ....having your cock played with always feels
great, no matter which sex is doing the playing!" he giggled, and muttered,
"Yea...right...suppose so, huh!" I nodded, and said, "Speaking of which,
lose the shorts, Dude, and I'll do you right!"

He grinned at me, and raised that pumpkin butt off the seat, quickly
skinning his shorts and undies down, and off his foot. I looked over at
him, and groaned, taking in the luscious site of his proud boy cock, rock
hard, and waving above his tight little scrotum. I gripped the smooth
shaft, and stroked it, passing my thumb over his spongy head, as he leaned
back into the car seat. "Man...I soooo wanna feel her tits...did ya see the
nipples get all stiff, Rick...awesome, for sure!" He was on full boil, for
sure, and I continued my stroking rhythm on his now drooling cock, while he
carried on describing the myriad of sexual actions he wished to perpetrate
upon the lovely Kelly. Before long, his hips were pistoning his tool into
my rubbing hand, and his boy juices were flowing freely from his slit, his
breathing ragged. Sensing his rapidly approaching orgasm, I quickly pulled
off the road on a wide turn-out, and stopped the car at the edge of the
quiet mountain road.

Leaning over, I quickly slid his dripping tool into my mouth, my fingers
toying at his tight balls, as I sucked his length, moving my head up and
down him, until he grunted, and thrust his butt forward, his creamy ball
butter shooting into my mouth in several strong
pulses. "Aggggg....AAHhhhhh....!" He sang, as I swallowed his creamy
offering, then lapped at his spent cock with my tongue tip until he
finished, and sagged back on the car seat. I sat up, and rolled my tongue
inside my mouth, savoring the sweet aftertaste of his nectar, and grinned
at him. "You OK, Champ" I asked him, and his eyes opened, and he smiled,
nodding, and answered, "For sure...I'm great, actually...just way horny!"
Laughing, I asked, "Really....I never would have guessed!" He blushed a
bit, and smiled at me sheepishly. I got the car back on the road, and we
continued toward the resort, Chris once again resuming his banter regarding
Kelly, me, and in general, his new found favorite pastime, SEX, in whatever
form it presented!

Back home, we carted the shopping items into Grandma's house, and helped
her stow it all away. Finished, we grabbed our fly rods, and walked
upriver, casting fly's until dusk. We hiked back to the resort, and said
good night, my brushing a light kiss across his tender cheek, while my hand
groped his crotch one more time. I went to my cabin, showered, and fixed
some dinner. After cleaning up, I curled into the recliner chair, one eye
on the TV, and one on my book, until bedtime. I locked up, killed the
lights, and slipped rapidly into a deep sleep.

My nose picked up the scent of fresh coffee, and I gingerly opened my
eyes. The bedroom was dimly lit with sunshine sneaking past the closed
drapes, and as I focused, I was rewarded with the sight of Chris, one cute
little butt cheek perched on the edge of my bed, the killer smile on his
sweet face, and a large, steaming mug of coffee in his hand. "Hey,
sleepy-head!" He squeaked, "Brought some coffee!" I smiled back at him, and
scooted up, propping a pillow behind me, and reached for the steaming
mug. "Sweet...I could really get used to this, you know!" He giggled, and
said, "Told ya, Dude...all part of the service at The Lure!" I reached out
to ruffle his soft hair, and answered, "Yep...you did tell me that...and
you know what...the service here is absolutely excellent!" Moving his hand
to tug my blanket down to the foot of the bed, fully exposing my naked
body, he grinned, and said, "The excellent service is actually just getting
started!" And his small hand slid up my thigh, fingers grazing at my nuts,
before firmly wrapping around my swollen shaft, and moving up and down my
growing length.

"Hmmm...!" I groaned, moving my legs apart, and basking in the pleasant
sensations of his hand on me. "Nice, Champ...great way to wake-up!" He
nodded his head, the mumbled, "It gets better, even!" And he scooted up
onto the bed, placing himself on his tummy, between my legs. His hand kept
up its rhythm on my now fully hard cock, and he leaned in close, his pink
tongue slipping from his mouth, to lap over my heavy ball sack, making back
and forth swabs, and pressing each ball with its tip. I groaned, and moved
my fingers to my chest, gently tugging my stiff nipples, as I let myself
savor the sweet feelings of the boys hand, and mouth, on my body. He
captured one ball in his mouth, and sucked at it gently, then the other
one, moving between them. His soft hand continued to stroke me as he sucked
my balls. He raised his head, and gripped my erection at its base, then
rubbed the head gently against his soft, creamy cheek, as I groaned,
looking down, and seeing the incredible, erotic, sight of the boy rubbing
my cock head over his sweet face. "Oh God, Champ!" I uttered, "That's sooo
damn hot!"

He looked up at me, and smiled, still moving my thick head against his
butter-soft cheek, then pulled back, and quickly slid his soft lips over
the head of my aching cock.  "Ahhhhhh....damn!" I croaked, and he swallowed
another couple of inches of my hot meat inside his warmth. "Ummmmm....!" I
groaned, my hips coming up off the mattress a bit, and he sank lower still,
as I felt my cock head bump the tender tissues of his throat!
"Unggg....God...Chris...Baby...!" I moaned, as he withdrew, and pulled back
slightly, blowing his warm breath onto my wet, slick cock
head. "Ahhhhhh.....Yea...!" I uttered, and he once again slid my full
length back inside the warm softness of his mouth! He got a rhythm going
then, and I matched him with thrusts of my hips, and in no time, I felt my
balls begin to boil over in their sack. "Ohhhh....babe....damn...!" I
chanted, as his hand gripped my scrotum, tugging gently on my acing balls,
his sweet mouth bringing me rapidly to the brink. "Shiiiitt....!" I roared,
flexing my hips upward, and exploding my load into his incredible mouth,
jetting rapid pulses of my cumm, as he gamely stayed with me, cheeks
rapidly inflating, and closing, as he gulped down my copious offering.

Exhausted, I collapsed back on the pillow, chest heaving, as I gasped for
breath, my body aflame with sensation, and seeing stars float past my
eyes. "Oh Chris...wow...wow...unreal....!" I mumbled between gulps of
air. He pulled back, and released my still drooling cock, then slid up
beside me, and snuggled into my side. I wrapped my arm around him, and held
him, feeling my heart rate slow down. He giggled softly against my chest,
and I asked, "What...?" he lifted his head, and grinned at me, a shiny
trail of my juices dribbling from the corner of his mouth, and said, with a
giggle, "Your coffee's prolly all cold, now!" I laughed, and hugged him
tightly, saying, "Well, the coffee can just be cold....I have all of the
hot I can handle, right here!"


(To Be Continued)
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