Date: Sun, 09 Feb 2020 04:17:11 +0000
From: Strange writer <Strangestorywriter@protonmail.com>
Subject: Surprise at the Pool chapter 1-8

The following is a work of fiction. It contains descriptions of men and
boys having sexual relationships (and girls too in later
chapters). Everything in the story is a fantasy. Young boys have no
interest in having sex with old men. If this type of story is illegal where
you live, please stop reading. If you cannot separate fantasy from reality,
please do the same.

I wrote this story after a thought occurred to me; even if a boy were
interested in playing with a man, it would be very difficult for them to
actually get together in this world of tracking cell phones and hovering
parents. So a significant part of this story is about sexual frustration,
as two willing participants struggle to be together without raising
suspicion. There is sex, and it increases in later chapters.

Hopefully the lack of easy, quick sex in the early chapters is tolerable
and the story is mildly interesting. If you love it or hate it (or anywhere
in between) please let me know.

Preface

The planning came together quickly after we learned that Robby's family was
planning to take the cruise during the slow season, and planning around his
12th birthday. His mom didn't know me from Adam, so there wasn't an issue
with her recognizing me on the boat. It would allow us to celebrate in an
exciting and new way that we had been leading to for months.


Chapter 1

Robby and I lived in the same housing development. The homes weren't huge,
and therefore affordable to lots of families with modest incomes. I was a
relatively young widower with no kids, so the smaller home sizes made sense
for me

I first saw Robby when he was only 10. At the time he was a chubby kid
running around the community pool. I taught at the local high school, and
chose to keep my summers free. This gave me lots of free time to write, as
well as spending a generous amount of time hanging around the pool.

I like perving on overweight kids, boys and girls, in public because they
frequently expose themselves in their ill-fitting clothing. Robby and his
older sister were no exception. He was alway squatting down showing a
generous amount of butt-crack and two wide globes. She wore bikinis that
were filled with her early growth breasts and clearly defined slit. Her
slightly chubby belly would push out over the top of the stretched bottoms,
and I'd imagine running my hands over her stomach and peeling her suit down
to see her hairless pussy.

Imagination wasn't as required for Robby. As I mentioned, he frequently
ignored his sagging shorts, giving me a pleasant view in the back, as well
as a large patch of smooth skin below his ample belly. His suit seemed to
be held up by his bulge in the front at times. Something about seeing too
much of a kids pubic area in public really wound me up. Even better, the
pool had a small changing room with a shower, and Robby's mom always told
him to rinse off his suit and wash his hair after he swam. So if I could
time it right, without drawing attention, I got a good look at Robby's cute
little 1 inch prick as he unselfconsciously cleaned up.

As the summer wore on, Robby and his sister, Sophia I would later find out,
started coming to the pool by themselves. She was in charge, as she was
about a year and a half older, and took some pleasure in bossing him
around. That said, she was actually a pretty nice kid, as was Robby, both
being respectful, and never creating problems at the pool.

Shortly before I had to return to school to prepare for the year, Robby and
I spoke for the first time. We were both in the changing room, and I was
pretending not to notice him when he came straight over to me. "Excuse me,
sir," he said timidly, "could help me?"

Caught off guard, I stumbled out a stammering, "S-sure, what's up?"

"I need to take my suit off, but it has a knot in it, could you help me get
it out?"

He was still young enough that the request didn't seem too out of left
field. He just asked the nearest adult, I assumed that he was not yet old
enough to have too much fear of them. I looked around self-consciously,
"Sure, let me help you."

He moved closer, and showed me the knotted string. I took ahold of it, and
was so caught off guard that I just went to work, not making any attempt to
get any extra feel of boy skin.

Robby had leaned out a bit as the summer went on, and had grown taller, so
his suit would no longer have slipped right off of him. He wasn't escaping
without the knot being undone. It took me a couple of minutes to loosen it,
which gave me time to get over my shock. As I worked on the last knot, I
realized that my head was right in line with that beautiful, now taughter,
belly that I'd been watching. This meant that i was looking down to undo
the knot, and when I pulled a little, it caused a gap wide enough for me to
see more of his pubic area. As I pulled one last time, I was treated to me
up-close view of the top of his fleshy little penis. It made me want to
inhale the aroma, but the only smell in the room was chlorine.

As the string came loose, I told him, "All set," and without thinking, gave
him an innocent pat on the butt. He gave me a big smile back, and then
shocked me a agin by dropping his suit right in front of me!

"Thanks!" he said as he turned and ran to the shower, his wet, glistening
backside flexing with each step.

I sat in disbelief, then quickly gathered my things and scurried out of
there! As I went out the door, I noticed his sister waiting for him, but
she didn't pay any attention to me at all. I headed home and started
shedding clothes as soon as I was in the door. Dropping on my bed, I
grabbed my throbbing erection, and stroked myself to a quick orgasm, using
only the locker room memory as ammo, it was as satisfying a release as I
could remember by my own hand.


Chapter 2

The end of summer came before I saw Robby again, and I had to return to
classroom prep.

I taught AP students at our local high school. This was good for me,
because my age of attraction skewed younger, and topped off around 14-15
years old, so the 17-18 year olds in my classes looked more like men and
women to me. That let me focus on my job, and I really enjoyed teaching,
especially the motivated students that ended up taking AP classes. Every
year I was impressed by the quality of the kids that I saw, and it actually
made me hopeful for our future.

The school year returned me to my usual sexual outlets, which unfortunately
didn't involve human beings. All of my outlets came from reading stories
and watching videos that I found online. Luckily for me, this had been such
a pattern for so long that it was satisfying for me. Living alone now, I
wasn't forced to do any sneaking around, and had even collected some old
copies of "dirty" books from the 70's-90's that dealt with relationships
between men and boys. No one was around to discover these interests.

Toward the end of the school year, the weather started warming up. In cold
weather towns, the kids literally explode out of the house when the first
signs of spring come.

The same was true of the first weekend that the community pool was open for
the season. Once school was out, I would avoid the crowds and use the pool
on weekdays, but until then, I would brave the crowds and visit on Sundays.

I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't hoping to see Robby hanging out at the
pool again this season. As I stepped onto the deck, it was packed with
families and I struggled to find a free lounger. Swimming laps was going to
be out of the question. Finally I found a free chair and made a nest for
myself. The seat next to me was taken by a 40ish mom alternately chatting
on her phone, then texting. Hopefully her kids could swim well, because
she'd never know if they had sunk to the bottom. On the other side was a
laid out Star Wars towel. That was a little more promising!

Sunglasses afforded me some cover as I scanned the area looking for the
hottest kids. There were lots of little kids, under 5 or 6, which didn't
hold a ton of interest for me. Luckily there was still a fair contingent of
older kids playing around. They were more likely to be in packs, boys or
girls, pushing and splashing each other and annoying the adults in the
vicinity. I loved the carefree friendly nature, and saw it all as harmless.

A group of boys, who looked to be about 5th grade, started heading my
direction. I have to admit that I was scanning from torso to knees and
didn't see any faces as they approached. One of the boys broke off from the
group and started heading straight toward me. He was wearing a skimpy suit
that was almost a jammer, but designed more like an everyday suit. He had a
little baby fat, but not really a chubby kid. As he got closer, I looked up
at his face and, getting caught looking, was greeted with a cheery "hi"!

The boy had brown hair, sweet blue eyes, and a big grin. I was totally
caught off guard, and didn't answer immediately. He was headed to the chair
next to me, grabbed his towel and started drying his wet head. Finally, I
got my bearings and returned the greeting.

I had started looking around again, when he "You were here a lot last
summer." I looked back over, confused by who had noticed me, "you helped me
with my suit one day," he whispered.

It hit me like lightning, I was talking to a year older version of Robby!
He looked like he had been stretched out, taller and slimmer. He was still
a big boy, but not on the verge of being fat like he had been last
year. His hair hadn't lightened with the summer sun yet either.

I looked quickly to my right to see if his incriminating whisper had been
noticed, but the woman there was chatting away on her cell phone, and
couldn't be paying us less attention. Still, I'm sure that my cheeks
reddened a little with the fear of being caught, even though I hadn't done
anything overtly wrong. "Oh sure!" I said, "you were always here with your
sister."

"Yeah, my mom lets me come alone this year. They feel ok since it's so
close to home," he said, "Plus my sister isn't that interested in hanging
out here with the little kids, she'd rather hang out at the mall chasing
boys," he threw in with an eye roll.

"I didn't recognize you at first, you've grown up so much this year, you
look like you've been more active too," I regretted my choice of words
immediately, since I basically said that he'd been fat before, "I mean that
you look stronger." Ok, that was worse! I glanced to the side again, hoping
that no one heard me say that I'd been checking this kid out, again, not a
sole seemed to care. Thank god for trusting suburbs!

"I've started on the swim team," he said, "I'm a little behind, most kids
start when they're like 7, but I like it, and the other kids are fun to
hang out with."

"Well, it's a great sport, really keeps you in shape," I said, "it's one of
my favorite activities."

"I remember watching you swim laps last year," he answered, "it made me
want to get started."

I was a little dumbstruck. This kid had been paying as much attention to me
as I'd been paying to him. "I don't think that we have ever introduced
ourselves, my name is Steve
 or Mr. Lucas if you need to be formal."

"I'm Robby," he replied and extended his hand, "nice to meet you Mr Lucas."

I shook his small hand, with his somewhat stubby fingers, "Nice to meet you
too. Are those your swim team friends?" as I gestured toward the group of
boys.

"No, just neighborhood kids. Most of them go to camp in the summer, so
that's why nobody's around once school gets out."

"That's too bad, are you staying around again this year?"

He looked at me without any sadness and said, "Yep, I'll be around all
summer, hopefully you'll be around here too," he added with raised
eyebrows, "without Sofia taking me, I won't have anyone to talk to at the
pool."

"I'll be around a lot during the week once school lets out, I hate coming
on the weekends with the big crowds. I'd always be happy to talk."

He broke into a big smile, "Sounds great! I'm going to head back to the
pool, but I'll talk to you later."

"Nice seeing you, take care," I said as he started to walk away. He looked
over his shoulder and gave me another big smile, and a short wave. My
sunglasses gave me cover as I watched his still-plump butt sway toward the
pool. He had really turned into a cute kid, and was smack in the middle of
my age of attraction.

For the third or fourth time I made a scan around me to see if this
exchange had gotten any attention from the other parents, but again, not a
single sideways glance. What a strange meeting! If I hadn't chosen the
seat, I would have sworn that he came over on purpose. Obviously I knew
that wasn't true, but it had all felt very forward on Robby's part. One can
dream, right?

After sitting for another hour reading a book, and having lost track of
Robby, I decided to pack up and head home. I stopped to take a quick shower
in the locker room, and was treated to a little boy running around naked
while his dad tried to get him showered and dressed. He was only about 4,
but I still liked getting a good long look at his little cock and tight
little wrinkly ballsack. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help imaging
running my tongue over those firm wrinkles caused by the cold pool water
and having him squirm above me. Managing to stay soft, I finished up, got
dressed, and walked home. Just like last summer, the duel encounters gave
me enough jerk-off material that I was able to rub one out without any
other stimulus.



Chapter 3

The school year ended, and the first Monday of summer I made an early visit
to the pool. It was sparsely attended, so I picked a preferred sun and
viewing seat. Since the lap lane was set up and unoccupied, I decided to
get a workout in. Sadly, there was no sign of Robby.

After several laps, I stopped to take a break. As I put my arms up at the
end of the lane, I almost flinched when I saw that Robby was on the deck
and coming toward me. "Hi Mr Lucas!" he called and headed right up to the
pool edge.

"Well hi there Robby," I greeted him, "how have you been?"

"Good," he replied, "I'm glad that you're here, I was hoping to swim some
laps, and I feel dumb doing it alone." He had walked right up to the edge
of the pool so that I had to look straight up his legs and past his bulge
to see his face. Then he plunked down next to me onto the pool edge and
dipped his feet in, "ooh, it's cold!" he shivered.

I was so taken back by how forward and familiar this kid had become, "You
just need to take the plunge, then it's not too bad," I said, "did you
bring goggles?"

"Shit, I forgot, oh sorry," he flinched after swearing, "I forget to watch
my mouth sometimes. I left my goggles at home."

"I've got extras that you can borrow. Here, try these and I'll go grab my
spares." I handed him mine and hopped out of the pool. I'm sure that it was
my imagination, but I felt a set of eyes following me over to the chair.

When I got back to the pool, Robby was struggling with his goggles, so I
helped him get them adjusted. He jumped in and waited for me to start. "If
I'm too slow, tap my foot," I said, "I've already been going awhile, so I
may be slowing down. I'm going to do a set of hundreds and then I'll be
done."

"I'm going to start slow since I haven't warmed up," he said, "but I'll do
the 100s."

We started out and Robby was trailing pretty far back. His stroke was a
little rough and not super efficient, so I wasn't expecting him to last
very long. As I thought, we got through my short set and he was ready for a
break. We got out and headed over to my chair, Robby picking the one next
to me. I felt weird sitting with this young kid, more for prying eyes than
comfort, but we couldn't have had an easier rapport. We chatted away,
school, friends etc. until we hit on the big topic; dad had left last
spring. Money was tighter now, so that's why he couldn't go to camp like
all of his friends. He'd spend a couple of weeks out of state at "camp
grandma", but was otherwise on his own.

I was worried that I was being set up as a dad-replacement or dating
interest for mom. I felt like this needed to be nipped in the bud, "Robby,
I'm just going to come out and say this, if your talking to me in order to
find someone for your mom, I'm the wrong guy."

He laughed, "She's got too many guys in my opinion, but I know that you're
not interested."

I was really confused, "What does that mean?"

"I watched you a lot last summer, you didn't stare at the moms at the pool,
I figured that you weren't interested."

So I was being watched more than I was watching, I thought. "I guess that
I'm not looking right now," I threw in, hoping that I hadn't been found
out, "too soon for me."

"Too soon from what?

"I used to be married, but my wife passed away a couple of years ago."

"Oh," he said while looking away, "I didn't realize." Robby looked out at
the pool and seemed a little concerned. It got very quiet and awkward
between us very quickly. I had no idea what had happened.

"If it doesn't bother you," I offered, "I could give you some swimming
pointers. There's a couple of easy fixes to your stroke that I think would
make you have a much easier time in the pool."

He didn't really respond, except a quiet, noncommittal, "ok."

"I'm going to go swim," he said, and headed to the main area of the pool.
Somehow I had completely fucked this whole thing up. I'd obviously offended
him, he's probably protective of his mom. I shouldn't have led with that.

He found a couple of friends after awhile and started to play with
them. Still, he seemed defeated and glanced my way a couple of times. The
gleaming smile that always seemed plastered to his face was completely
gone. I hung out for a bit, got some work done on my phone, then decided to
head out. I started packing up, when Robby appeared and flopped down in his
chair. "I'm going to get going, have a great day," I said.

A sullen "thanks," was all that I got.

I stood up to go, "Look, I'm really sorry that I said that about your mom,
I didn't mean to offend you."

"It's not that," he said, not adding anything else.

"Well, it seems like I may have said something that upset you, and I'd hate
to have done that."

"It's not you, it's me," was the response, "I had an idea in my head and
it's not reality."

"Ok, well, I am really more than happy to hash through it if you'd
like. One thing that I've learned from getting old is that almost
everything is better when you talk it out."

He gave me a short, "I'm good," and gave a fake smile.

"Alright, but I'll tell you, every time that I've seen you, you're the
happiest kid in the place, and then mid-conversation you turn sullen. So
it's hard for me to believe that I didn't step in it somewhere and offend
you. But one thing that I know, you're a pretty brave kid to come over and
strike up a conversation with a stranger. I don't think that this is your
normal self. Would you be willing to tell me the idea that you had? Maybe
it's not as crazy as you think."

"You're not a stranger to me," he said, ignoring the question, " I saw you
every day last summer. I've thought about you a lot since then."

Where was this heading? I decided to fess up, "I've thought about you too,"
I said, "or a smaller version of you!"

Robby chuckled, then gave a surprised sounding, "You have? Why is that?"

"Probably the same reason that you have thought about me."

"It's not the same," he said, "I can't explain."

"Can you try?"

"You were married," he said, as if that explained everything.

"I'm confused again."

"It wasn't just that you weren't looking at the moms, I thought that you
were looking at me," he said matter of factly, "I thought that you maybe
didn't like girls."

I sat back down. How do I play this? "Are you saying that you thought that
I was gay? Do you know what that is?"  "Of course, I'm not a little kid!"
he laughed, "and yes, I did think that."

I took a breath, "So just because I was married, it doesn't mean that was
the only way to be. I'm super comfortable talking to you, but you have to
promise that this conversation is just between us, ok?" He made a cross
your heart sign and pantomimed locking his lips. "Ok, so I loved my wife,
and I was attracted to her, but as time went by, we were more like friends
than anything. She got sick, and it made being romantic almost impossible,
but the truth is, I had already moved on with my attractions. I realized
that I looked at men more than women." Robby's face had started to lighten,
"does that help?" I added.

"It does," he said, "thanks for telling me."

"It's ok, also no ones business, got it?" He nodded, "do you want to share
why this is so important to you?"

"Not really," he said with a small laugh, "it doesn't feel right."

"Hey, like I said, it's no ones business, but anything that you need me to
do to keep that nice smile on your face, just let me know. I am going to
take off, will I see you tomorrow."

"I'll be here. I liked talking to you," he tossed in at the end.

"I loved talking to you, Robby. See you tomorrow."

"See you," he said with his little wave and confident smile. I headed over
to the locker room with my head spinning; why did he care if I was gay?
Does he need someone to talk to, or does he feel something for me? That's
crazy, right? That's just a fantasy.

I decided to take a quick shower to get the chlorine out of my hair. Before
I had finished, I heard the locker room door open. I turned around, the
showers were communal, and there stood Robby, in all of his sexy charm. "Mr
Lucas, I need to tell you something."

I turned off the water and walked toward him, "What is it, buddy?"

He looked around, checking that we were alone, "Since last year, when
everyone started talking about the girls that they liked, I wasn't
interested. I figured that I'd come around, but as time went by, I wasn't
thinking about girls at all. But when I laid in my bed at night, I started
thinking about other people in a way that made me happy, and it wasn't
girls. I would think about kissing people, and it was kissing boys. But
even more, I would think about being held, and feeling safe and loved, and
in those fantasies, it was a man that held me. The thing is, Mr Lucas, all
winter I have imagined that it was you that held me, and even more, it was
you that held my head, leaned down and kissed me."

Just then the outside locker room door opened! I almost had a heart attack!
Robby's last words had warmed my heart, but even more, I'd had an immediate
reaction in my pants! Luckily the outside door was connected to a small
hallway, and a couple of turns were required until you reached the
showers. I had my towel in my hand this whole time, so I pretended to be
drying my face, while letting it hang down to cover my still growing
erection. Robby turned and headed into the bathroom. It was a good move
because we couldn't have looked more guilty standing in the shower area
coving our cocks!

It turned out to be a boy Robby's age, who took no notice of me, but caught
a glimpse of Robby, "Hey dork, are you leaving?" he hollered, "I was hoping
that you'd be around."

"Hey," Robby said, looking over his shoulder and keeping his ass toward his
friend, "yeah, I'll be out in a bit, I have to take a shit."

"I'll see you out there," his friend said. He stepped past me into the
shower to do the required 1 second hair dampening so that he could say that
he "showered" before entering the pool, then headed out the door.

I stepped toward the bathroom. Robby had closed himself into a stall. "Hey
buddy," I half-whispered, "are you ok?" No answer, "I really appreciate you
telling me how you feel, I can't believe what a brave kid you are!" I
paused, trying to think of what to say, "The thing is," I started, "You
really have figured me out, because the truth is, that men are more
interesting to me than women, but really, boys are much more interesting to
me than men." There was a shuffle up of feet up to the stall door, and as
the stall lock clicked, and that beautiful face came into view, I added,
"And I can't tell you how many nights I've dreamt about kissing your
precious lips."

Robby looked up at me, he was about a head shorter and his eyes had the
most incredible puppy dog look to them. He looked happy, nervous, cautious,
and aggressive all at the same time. He also looked like he may have had
tears in his eyes, and we didn't break eye contact for a good 10-15
seconds. I started to step slightly toward him, and he opened the door all
of the way, opening himself to me. As I reached him, I wrapped one arm
around his back, and the other cradled his wet hair. He started to close
his eye, and lift up onto tip toes. I leaned down, and so gently began to
touch his lips with mine. We pressed together harder as the passion of the
moment overtook us, and I began to touch his lips with my tongue. He
immediately parted his lips and met my tongue with his. Nothing in my life
has ever felt so natural. I had moved both hands onto his back and was
rubbing him there, while he had his arms locked behind my neck, basically
hanging from me. I had to stop myself from touching anywhere else, he'd
told me about kissing, but who knows where else his fantasy went. If this
was it, I wanted a repeat engagement and didn't want to scare him off.

It couldn't last forever, and we slowly broke away. He sighed and lay his
head on my chest. "Oh my god," he said breathily, "oh my god."

"Me too buddy," I sighed, "that was the best thing that's ever happened to
me."

He looked back into my eyes, "You said that you wanted to make me happy,
well you sure did!" Then he did the unthinkable, he reached between us and
pressed his palm flat on my pre-cum soaked cock, "looks like I made you
happy too!" he laughed.

I jumped back in surprise, but laughed with him, "we can't do this in such
a public place next time," I added. I looked down, and saw that his suit
was tented out, you need to wait in here until Robby junior goes down a
little," and gestured toward his crotch.

He laughed and squeezed his little cock, which made me moan, "You like
that?" he said with a tease in his voice.

"You have no idea," I said.

Robby reached over again and grabbed my rock hard dick through my suit,
causing me to moan again, "I have some idea," he laughed.

"Ok, no more," I said, trying to be stern, "we have to get decent before
your friend comes back."

We started to cool down, and headed back into the main area, "I'm so
happy," he said and grabbed onto my arm.

"Me too, but you touching me isn't helping with my current predicament," as
I gestured toward my unrelenting erection, "why don't you head into the
pool, I'll see you tomorrow, I promise."

"Ok, I can't wait Mr Lucas," he turned and scampered out into the sunlight.

I had walked to the pool, so I had to wait until I was soft before I could
head home. Since my suit was wet, you couldn't see the pre-cum luckily,
although at this point, it may have all been pre-cum and no pool water I
was so turned on!

Finally I was decent enough to hustle home, but as you may have guessed I
didn't stay decent for long, nor did I stay decent three more times that
night, all fueled by one kiss.


Chapter 4

The next day was going to be interesting. I didn't know if I could be
around Robby without getting a boner! And how was he going to feel "the
morning after". This couldn't have been more unchartered territory for me.

I'd love to say that I was worried about what this would do to him, but
since he had completely been the aggressor, I actually felt great about
it. I definitely was filling a need for Robby. I'd just have to watch
myself and make sure that I was looking out for his interests. It was hard
to believe that we really had just met, I was so attached to him, that I
felt like I'd known him for years.

I woke up early, and I'll admit, had another stroke session. I wasn't going
to head over there ready to pop. Hopefully I could hold myself in check,
although on the walk over, I was already chubbing every time that Robby
even graced the corner of my mind. I brought an extra towel to throw over
my midsection in case of emergency.

Once I was on the pool deck, I did a quick search of the area, but no sign
of Robby. My routine was to get my swim out of the way before I got
settled, otherwise I might not get it done. The whole time that I swam, I
was keeping an eye open for Robby's arrival. As time stretched, I started
to worry, not least of which was the fact that I'd committed a crime in a
public place yesterday! What the hell had I gotten myself into? Or had
Robby just freaked out about what happened? I made a promise to myself; no
more risky behavior, no more letting my cock lead my brain. Who's the adult
in this situation?

My swim was done, and I was sitting on the pool edge with my feet still in
the water after cooling down, when he finally appeared. He walked out with
the boy from yesterday, and while they chatted away, Robby's eyes darted
around until settling on me. As soon as his gaze hit me, the best thing
happened, the sunny smile burst across his face, now with a hint of
conspiracy to it. I sighed in relief as my panic abated. A sly smile of my
own crept onto the corners of my lips, but I stopped short of return the
gleeful smile of Robby, simply for safety purposes.

Robby and his friend threw their towels onto a far set of chairs, and
headed over to the main area of the pool, nowhere near me. It seemed that
we weren't interacting today, so I headed over to my chair and started
reading, always keeping an eye on Robby, and I'll admit, any other kids in
the pool. Nobody's perfect!

After about a half hour, Robby told his friend something, with gestures
toward my side of the pool. He hopped out and started heading my
direction. I held my breath, with butterflies in my belly as the beautiful,
sexy boy approached. He was wearing a full-on jammer today, obviously a
swim team suit, and my gaze alternated between his glowing face and defined
package. When he got closer, he gave me his patented wave and a jolly,
"Good morning, Mr Lucas!"

Could it be this simple? Could we act this naturally after what happened
yesterday? "Hi Robby, how are you today?"

He sat on the side of the lounger next to me, "I'm great, I'm happy to see
you!" My extra towel was put into use immediately. Robby saw the effect and
gave a laugh, "Need some help?" he teased quietly.

"You have no idea," I replied, "I was worried that you weren't happy about
yesterday when I didn't see you this morning."

"The opposite," he said with the sly smile, "I couldn't be happier."

It turned out that he had a sleepover at his friends house, and that was
why they were later, and together. "I told him that you were my neighbor
and were helping me with swimming," he said, explaining his excuse for
coming over and talking, "if you're still willing to give me pointers?"

"I'd love that, should we get started?"

"Yep," he replied. I let him go warm up while I let my "problem" go
away. When I went to the pool edge, he was starting to swim harder.

Robby stopped near me, and looked up through his goggles, "Any advice?" he
asked.

"If you reach farther forward with each stroke, I think that it will keep
you from going side-to-side so much and give you more thrust out of each
pull." He chuckled a little at my choice of words, than swam away, trying
it out. He immediately looked better and was swimming more efficiently. I
sat on the edge with my feet in the water and watched him swim, he stopping
occasionally for feedback. This gave me a great opportunity to watch his
cute buns rotate at the surface as he swam back and forth.

When he was done, he pulled himself out of the water and sat beside me on
the edge. We talked more about swimming, and with me demonstrating strokes
in the air, we didn't draw any attention. After a few minutes of chatting
about anything but what happened yesterday, I decided that we needed to
broach the subject again, before he headed back to his friend. I lowered my
voice slightly, "Listen, I haven't been in this kind of situation before. I
couldn't be happier about being with you, but we can't have anything like
yesterday happen again, ok?"

He looked confused, "oh, I thought that you liked it."

"Oh yeah, I loved it! I don't mean that we can't do it again, I just mean
the location," his whole body lightened, "I can go to jail, just for what
happened yesterday," I whispered, "so we have to figure out a way to see
each other in a safer place."

"Ok, I get it," he looked down in the water, "I'm safe with you, right?" he
asked looking into my eyes.

I realized what he was getting at, "I forget that I'm a total stranger to
you, I've spent so much time with you in my head! Look pal, I can guarantee
that I would never hurt you or let anyone hurt you. All I can think about
is holding you in my arms and keeping you safe from the world."  He smiled
again, "ok, I'll think of something," he said.

Just then, his friend headed our direction. We were starting to get good at
looking innocent in public, and I greeted him with a smile, "Hi John,"
Robby greeted, "this is my neighbor Mr Lucas," he gestured toward me, "he's
the one that I usually swim with."

"Hi," I said with a small wave and smile, "nice to meet you." He was
another cute kid, skinny, wearing long board shorts. "Do you live around
here?"

"I live over on maple," a street on the far side of the large development,
"but I stayed at Robby's last night."

I was supposed to be Robby's neighbor, so I quickly realized that home
location wasn't a great area of discussion, "sounds like fun," I said,
"well, you boys have a good morning. You looked great this morning Robby,
I'm happy to work with you any time."

Robby hopped up and started leaving, "Thanks Mr Lucas, I'll see you." He
smiled and waved, then walked away.

I returned to my seat and started reading, of course pausing occasionally
to look around at my version of eye candy. After about an hour, the boys
started packing up, and headed toward the locker room. Robby gave me a
quick look just before he headed out, and there was the sly smile again. I
loved that he was so natural about not giving us away, it made me feel much
safer around this kid. Not that I could stay away if he wasn't so smart
about things.

It was a comfortable day, so I continued to hang out at the pool. It
started to get more and more crowded, and I was thinking about heading out,
when I got a huge surprise, Robby headed back onto the pool deck! He was
fully dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. He headed back to where he was
sitting before and grabbed a towel that he must have left behind. After he
grabbed it, he headed straight over to me. There were more people around,
so I hoped that he was going to play it cool.

"Hi, Mr Lucas," he started with his patented cheery greeting, "I forgot my
spare towel, so I rode my bike back to grab it."

"Did John go home?" I asked.

"Yeah, his mom came and got him, that's why we headed home." The chair next
to me was still open, so that he was able to sit down, again sitting
upright on the side so that he was facing me, "Hey, what street do you live
on?"

"Im on chestnut," I answered. Every street in our community was named after
a tree, just like every other town in the Midwest, "just past Oak."

He lit up, "I'm on Oak, just by Citrus," the next street down from mine,
"we really are neighbors!"

I had mixed feelings; our cover story worked out, but I kept thinking,
"don't shit where you eat." "Wow," was what came out.

"Which house?"

Oh boy, did we want to go here, "I'm in the blue house, two in from the
corner, 1243."

"Huh, ok," he said, nodding, "well, I've got to go, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Have a good day neighbor," I said, "see you around."

Chapter 5

After leaving the pool, I spent most of the day working on projects around
the house. The beginning of summer meant a lot of work left over from the
cold weather. That evening I poured a neat bourbon and settled in to work
on some guitar practice down in the basement. I liked to play through an
amp, and again, living alone meant that no one cared if it was a little too
loud!

Just as I turned the amp to standby, I thought that I heard a sound
upstairs. I thought that it was my imagination and put everything away.

As I headed up the stairs, I heard it again, a light tap. I turned the
basement light off when I reached the top of the stairs, leaving the house
dark. I looked around in the dim moonlight for something to swing, finding
the fireplace poker. I looked out the kitchen window, and didn't see
anything in the yard, which also was well lit by the moon. Then I heard the
sound again, definitely coming from the sliding door in my family room.

I crept down the three stairs, and reached out to slowly peel back the
curtain. I saw the beginning of a person standing outside and jumped back!
Quickly I threw the patio lights on and looked again, and here was Robby,
fully on display in my backyard! The yards weren't private at all, with
hardly any greenery dividing them, so everyone for half a block would have
seen the lights go on, and also seen Robby if they were really
looking. With my hand still on the switch, I reversed it, plunging the yard
back into darkness.

Unlocking the door, I slid it open, holding back the curtain, "Get in
here," I whispered through clenched teeth, "before someone sees you!" He
looked worried and hustled in.

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you," he was looking down at his feet, "I thought that
you'd be happy, I'm sorry."

"I am happy, but it's 10 o'clock at night, does anyone know where you are?"

"My mom's on a date, and my sister snuck out," he was looking up now,
"she'll be back in about 20 minutes, so I thought that I could sneak over
here and say `hi'. I rode by this afternoon and found your house. I figured
if I headed through the yards, no one would see me. I didn't expect you to
shine the spotlight on me!" he chuckled.

"I thought that you were a robber," I said, "you scared the shit out of me!
You can't take these kind of risks, you're going to get us into a lot of
trouble. There's zero explanation for why you're here if someone finds
out!"

"It's just for a few minutes, and nobody saw me," he pleaded, "I just
couldn't not see you after what happened yesterday. I've just been trying
to figure out how we could be alone so that I could kiss you again," he
said as his voice grew softer.

I realized that I should be using my big, rational, grown-up brain, but it
took a break as my auxiliary, crotch-based brain took over. I sighed, and
said, "oh, Robby," and extended my arms. He sunk into me, putting his head
on my chest. I gently took ahold of his chin, brought his face to mine, and
let our lips sink into each other. It was more loving than passionate, and
felt so right. We broke the kiss, "I need you too buddy."

Robby was breathing deeply, like he had just run a 100 yard dash, and was
looking up in my eyes, gently biting his lower lip, when a happy smile
broke out and he leapt into my arms, wrapping his legs around my waist. I
was caught off guard, and actually stumbled back, half falling onto the
stairs leading up to the kitchen. Both of us were laughing as he half sat,
half lay on top of me. He was staring down at me, locking eyes, when he
leaned down again, and closed the distance between us. He pressed his small
mouth to mine again, and quickly probed with his little tongue. This time
it was all passion, as we crushed our mouths together, him as much as me. I
lay back uncomfortably on the stairs and Robby stretched his body out on
top of me until we were completely connected. I could feel his erection
poking at me, but he managed to will it into an upright position so that it
lay flat against my belly under his clothes. He started thrusting as we
made out, small grunts escaping.

Our lips broke for a few seconds and Robby let out little cries with each
grunt. My own cock was straining against my shorts, as it was stuck in a
downward position. I reached into my loose shorts and flipped it around,
"oh god," I moaned as Robby continued to hump me. I was running my hands up
and down his back, but started to venture lower, finally getting a grip on
his fleshy globes as they flexed against me. They were very full, but still
felt muscular under the baby fat.

He stopped for a second, looked down at me and laughed. He had a devilish
look in his eyes, as he rolled off of me slightly, reached over and grabbed
ahold of my dick. "Oh my god," I moaned again.

"Is it ok?" he asked as he started to rub, "it feels so big!"

"You shouldn't be doing that," I protested, but Robby just smiled with the
corner of his wet lips.

"I want to see it," he said breathily, "please?" he added like the little
kid that he was.

Once again, I'd love to say that I hesitated, put an end to it, talked some
sense into him; but none of those things happened. I grabbed at the button
and zipper of my shorts, and helped him as he grabbed the waist and started
working them off of me. I lifted my butt so that he could get them down,
and in one motion, my shorts and underwear were below my balls, and Robby
was face to face with my throbbing erection.

He had a very serious look, and everything stopped as he stared at it in
the dim moonlight. I broke the silence, "what do you think?"

He looked toward my face with a dazed expression, then turned into a goofy
smile, "I love it!" he exclaimed.

"Have you seen one before?"

"Only in pictures," he said, "can I touch it?"

I let out an involuntary groan, "You can do anything that you want!"

He reached back down and started feeling around, "Is this precum?" he asked
as he rubbed his palm over the tip, which made me flinch.

"Yes, oh my god baby, that feels so good," I sighed, "how do you know about
all of this?"

"I've got the internet," he said, "I've seen lots of pictures and read lots
of stories, but I've been dying to see and do for myself."

"Oh baby, please stroke me," I groaned. He was still just rubbing his hand
over the tip and examining the precum.

He started to comply, stroking slowly and squeezing experimentally, "it's
so warm," he said and leaned closer, inhaling, "it has a smell. It smells
warm."

I didn't know what that meant to him, but it sent me flying, he wasn't
going to have to do much more and I'd be all done. "Keep going please, I'm
going to come soon."

He looked into the kitchen and saw the clock, "Oh shit, I've got to go!" He
started to move with a jerk, stopped himself and looked back at my cock,
still in his grasp. He seemed to think for one pause, then ducked down,
stuck out his tongue and took a swipe across the tip of my penis. He made a
few lip smacks, like he was evaluating a dish at a restaurant, then offered
up, "its kind of sweet, is that what cum tastes like?"

"Im afraid not kiddo, but it kind of grows on you." He jumped up and
scurried to the door, "Hey Robby," he turned and stopped just inside the
door, "show me," I almost begged, "please?"

He knew right away what I wanted, he tucked his shirt under his chin, and
pushed the front of his shorts down. From this distance, in this light, I
could just see his white stalk and his sack being pushed forward by his
shorts. Oh how a wanted to examine up close, but not tonight. "It's the
best," I said, "I can't wait to see him again."

He let his waistband snap back into place, and reached for the door, "see
you tomorrow!" he called, then headed out the door.

I was flabbergasted, laying on the ground, my shorts pulled down and about
a pint of precum soaking my belly and pubic hair. I had to finish, and
started stroking, letting the precum get all over my hand, even venturing a
few tastes. shortly, I blew all over, yelling out, "Oh, Robby, yes!" as I
came.

Chapter 6

What a couple of days! There wasn't any part of me that could process what
was happening. 11 year olds don't come on to adults, as much as we'd love
them too. Although, I guess if a kids gay, they're going to be looking at
grown men the same way a straight kid would look at women. If the kid is
sure enough of himself, and the adult doesn't put on the brakes, who's to
say what's possible?

Now, I know, at this point it's all just lust. I also know that I'm the bad
guy here. I should be worried about protecting this little guy, not
worrying about my own wants. But the only thing that I'm worried about is
getting caught. I know that makes me a shitty person, but I also know that
Robby is having the time of his life. He's fulfilling a pent up fantasy
just like me. Lastly, I say that it's lust, but I also wonder, am I falling
for this kid? Or is it that he's the only one under 18 who's ever licked my
dickhead?

Nevertheless, I had to keep myself from heading to the pool early the next
day. He wouldn't be there yet, and I didn't want to sit around jumping
every time that the locker room door opened. I finally left mid-morning.

Surprise, when I walked in, Robby was lowering himself into the lap lane. I
got a brief glimpse of his brief suit, full on speedo today. Oh, brother. I
grabbed a seat in my usual area, and noticed what looked like Robby's bag
not too far away. After I settled in, I headed over to the pool. Robby got
to the end of the lane, stopped, looked up and gave me a smile. "Morning
Robby," I said.

"Good morning Mr. Lucas," he responded cheerily.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked.

"Come on in," he said. We swam laps for awhile, with me leading the way. He
was noticeably quicker today, not lagging as far behind. He had taken my
advice, and his stroke was much smoother. He even thanked me for the
pointers, and said that he wasn't getting as tired. I explained that his
stroke was getting more efficient.

"I like to stroke efficiently," he giggled. I looked around, but there
wasn't anyone close to us. We were doing a good job, at least I thought, of
not being too familiar in the pool area.

We finished up, and went over to our seats. Robby brought his towel to the
seat next to me, but didn't settle in, just sat sideways again facing my
chair. If he did this for deniability, I had to give him credit. I sat
there with my sunglasses on, and towel tossed over my crotch. Every time
that I looked at him talking, I would get a glimpse of his tongue and
remember it gliding across my glans. Each time that the memory hit, I felt
a rush of blood to my groin.

There wasn't anyone near us, so we felt comfortable discussing the last
couple of days even though we were so exposed. Hopefully there weren't any
lip readers. Robby told me that he had watched me all last summer, and
could tell that I was watching him. He said that it made him feel warm and
proud, sexual feelings that he didn't understand at first. But thankfully
the internet filled him in. The big surprise was that our encounter in the
locker room last year had been a set up. "I was ten years old, do you
really think that I couldn't untie my suit? I just wanted you to be close
to me, and I wanted you to see my wiener. I don't know if I even knew why,
but I knew that I wanted you to keep looking my way."

He told me that I was the inspiration for him to start swimming. He would
watch me swim laps, and liked my fit body. He was tired of being called
fat, and decided to do something about it. I told him that I actually liked
that he had a little meat on his bones. That I dreamt about running my
hands over his chubby belly and ample ass.

We talked about how we could be together, and didn't come up with many
answers. He had to carry a phone with him whenever he was away from home
alone. That way his mom was able to track him with the gps. Last night he
had left it at home since no one would call him at that time, and they
would expect him to be sleeping at home where his phone showed him to be.

I was realizing that it's hard to get kids alone these days. If they can't
be reached in a few minutes, their parents sound the alarm. It's a little
sad, these guys crave the freedom that we had as kids, but they're
constantly tethered. Sad for me and my dick too!

"I want to put your cock in my mouth," he whispered. I'm sure that I turned
beet red. "I've thought so much about what it would feel like and taste
like," he continued, "it's almost like i can't focus on anything else until
I do it."

I was dumbstruck, but wanted very badly to get him his wish, "maybe we can
do it quickly somewhere. What about the bathroom at the park, could you
tell your mom that you're meeting friends at the park?"

"That might work. I could tell my mom that I'm going to see if anyone's
around to play basketball. When should I go?"

"Why don't you be there at 4, I'll go for a jog and stop to `use the
bathroom' then," I offered.

"That's going to work!l" he said excitedly, "now I have to make it til
then!"

"I might not last that long after this talk," I replied.

"So, I'd best be going over to my section, I'd hate for someone to get the
wrong idea about you and I," he said with a smile.

"See you at 4," I said, and then under my breath added, "beautiful."

He gave me a thumbs up and headed back to his seat. Not 30 minutes later
the girls locker room door flung open, and a thin, frazzled woman, fully
dressed, came tromping across the pool deck toward my side of the
pool. About half way across, she called, "Robby!"

Robby had been swimming, and was now laying out in the sun. He looked up
and waved, "hi mom."

My first look was to the lifeguard, he was the only one who may have worked
out what was going on. Nothing. Just a teenager waiting for his shift to
end. Next I glanced sideways at Robby, but he wasn't giving anything
away. No awkwardness, no quick glances toward me. This kid was as cool as
could be, and seemed genuinely pleased to see his mom. "I need you to come
with me to run some errands, I've been calling you," she said, "we need to
go now."

His mom was a harried mess. It would surprise no one that this was a single
mom trying to make ends meet and raise two middle schoolers. "Sure mom,
when will I be back?" Robby asked.

"I don't know," she said, "this afternoon some time. Why, do you have a hot
date," she literally poked him in the ribs. I almost passed out.

"I just didn't want to be gone all day," he answered, "that's all. I was
hoping to play basketball at the park later. A friend of mine said that
there's been lots of games there this summer." Nicely played, I thought.

"We'll do our best, but I'm not going to leave you alone all day." If you
only knew lady. "Get changed and I'll meet you at the car," she said, then
headed out.

Robby packed up, and headed down my row, "Have a good one Mr Lucas," he
announced as he approached, then held four fingers out by his side as he
walked past. Guess the date was still on.


Chapter 7

The park was on the other side of the neighborhood from me. More of a bike
ride than a run. Since I had already done a swimming workout, I decided to
drive until I was a few blocks away, then jog over right at 4. In the end,
I sat there from 3:30, watching the minutes tick. I can't believe this
situation, what has happened to me? I finally decided to head over, worst
case, I could act tired and sit on a bench.

I ran fast to get a sweat, and it only took me a few minutes to get to the
park. There were several people around, mostly little kids on the
playground and kids Robby's age playing basketball. Turns out it was a good
cover, as long as he didn't know the kids. Now I just had to hope that
Robby's mom got him back home in time.  I relaxed on a bench, starting to
watch the basketball game, when I realized that one of the kids sitting
out, was Robby! He made eye contact, and had obviously been trying to get
my attention, as he gave me a "jeez dude" look. He gestured with his head
for me to head to the bathroom. I hopped up and headed to the corner of the
park, where the bathrooms were tucked away. They didn't look well
trafficed, so I thought this might work out. I went inside, and it was a
typical, unkept park bathroom; wet, dark smelling of piss, and no signs of
anyone. Something tells me that most of the users of this place were doing
something similar to us.

I opened a stall, and sat down. It took almost 5 minutes, but the door
finally opened. There was a shuffle of feet, then finally, "Mr Lucas?" I
unlock the stall door, and let him in. Robby came in and I closed and
locked the door.

"I'm so glad that you're here," I said, "we need to be quick sweety," I
added, "here's what we'll do; I'm going to stand on the toilet seat and
drop my pants, you stand on the floor, and take my dick in your mouth. Is
that good?" Robby looked shocked by the lack of ceremony, "otherwise, we
won't get to do anything," I finished.

"Ok, do it," he smiled.

I climbed up on the seat, then pushed my shorts under my balls. I was hard
as a rock, and Robby reached out to grab me. "Yes, baby," I said, "please
do it." Robby leaned forward and took a swipe with his tongue. "Oh god," I
said, "do it sweety."

Robby looked at my dick, then slowly enveloped the head in his warm tight
mouth. His tongue felt like a sponge as it swirled around my cockhead. He
only took me in about an inch, but I was in heaven, "oh baby, please more,"
I begged, "you're doing so good." I could see a smile somehow creep across
his tight lips, even with my dick filling his mouth. He was looking up into
my eyes. His lips closed around my shaft was the most amazing sight that
I'd seen in my life.

"Do you like it," I asked. He popped my cock out and nodded rapidly before
gobbling it back up. He wasn't an expert by any stretch, but he was trying
hard, using his tongue on the head and sliding his lips along the
shaft. He'd stop sucking to make little nibbly kisses along the shaft, then
sink back down, taking about a third of my length into his mouth with each
stroke.

The topper for me was that I could hear him slurping and licking. I was
brushing my hands through his hair, unnecessarily guiding him, because he
wasn't going anywhere. He was happy as could be, standing on this dirty,
piss-smelling floor, slobbering all over my adult cock. Slowly I slid my
hand off of his head, and took one of his hands that was holding my sides
in my own hand. We stood there, holding hands in the middle of this crazy
sex session.

"I'm going to cum soon," I said, "do you want it in your mouth?" I asked.

He kept stroking, but had a pondering look in his eyes, "I can't," he said
after pulling off, "I've never even seen it before."

"Keep licking," I told him as I started jerking off and running my dick all
over his sweet face and tongue. After another minute, I jumped down off of
the toilet, and grabbed Robby's hand, putting it around my shaft, then
closing my hand over his. "Make me cum," I panted as I jerked myself off
with his hand, "this is so good, don't stop!" With my free hand I started
rubbing around his butt. Everything quickly came to a head, as I felt the
unstoppable build-up start behind my balls, then continue forward until
finally with a loud grunt I started cumming into the bowl.

My arm was around Robby's shoulder, and I used that hand to pull him toward
me and tilt his head up for a long kiss. We parted and Robby wiped his
mouth and bit his lower lip again, smiling. His other hand was still
holding my cock and had several strings of semen dripping from the side, he
held his hand up and looked at the cum. "So that's what cum looks like," he
said bringing his hand close to his face, to examine and smell it, "smells
clean."

"You should see how it tastes," I suggested. Robby wrinkled his nose, but
dipped his finger into the mess and slowly brought it to the tip of his
tongue.

Again a wrinkled nose, but no gag, so there was hope for the future!
"Yuck," he said flatly.

"Buddy, we need to get out of here before someone comes in," I reached down
to his crotch and found his penis steel hard and tenting his shorts. I
started stroking him, "I'm so sorry that I can't take care of this," I said
giving it a squeeze.

We sorted ourselves out, then went out of the stall, Robby washing the left
over jizz off of his hands. Just as we were about to open the door, Robby
stopped and said, "That was so cool, I got to suck a cock and see cum in
the same day. I really liked that."

I leaned down and gave him a peck on the lips, "You're something else
kid. I wish that we could have more time together."

"Me too," he said looking dejected, "we have to figure something out."

I looked down and saw that there was an exit on the opposite side of the
building, "I'll go out that way," I said pointing at the door, "that way we
won't look as suspicious."

"Ok, I guess I'll see you at the pool," his eyes were down on the floor.

"Bye, sweety, I cant wait to see you then," I said, lifting his head for
another, all too public kiss.

I headed home completely conflicted. On the one hand, I had a once in a
lifetime experience and should be so satisfied, but on the other hand,
these brief encounters weren't going to cut it. We had to find a way.


Chapter 8

An opportunity:

A possible solution came out of a casual conversation the next day. We were
in our usual post-swim position, me reclining while Robby sat sideways on
the chair next to me.

Offhandedly, Robby mentioned that his mom was taking the kids on a cruise
the following week out of Florida. It was billed as for Robby's birthday,
even though that wasn't until after the school year started, but this was
when you could get a bargain, since Robby's mom wasn't going to pay spring
break prices.

Robby was talking about how much he liked the cruise because he had lots of
freedom. There was a kids club and he was able to check himself in and
out. His phone worked on the WiFi, so his mom could text him, but couldn't
call, and couldn't track him, so he felt less tethered. "If you were there,
we could spend all kinds of time together and no one would know it. You
could teach me lots of lessons," he flirted. My spare towel was quickly put
into use as a cover while I imagined what we would do if left alone.

We parted for the day, Robby having plans for the rest of the afternoon and
evening, and promised to meet at the pool again the next day.

That night, I was kicking around the house, when it hit me, what if I went
on the cruise? I'm unattached for the summer, no one will notice if I'm
gone. Robby had told me the name of the ship, so I knew exactly what to
look for. So I got online and looked for last minute deals. There were lots
of small cabins available, even with a balcony, that were incredibly
cheap. I guess it was worth it for them to get you onboard to buy drinks! I
debated about discussing it with Robby, but felt like I knew what the
reaction would be, so I took the plunge.

The next day, when I let Robby know my plans he almost jumped out of his
seat. He had a surprise for me too, "I figured something out, if I turn off
the location sharing on my phone, it doesn't alert my mom, she just won't
see my location if she looks. If she can't see where I am, she will just
call me. I've had it off all day, and I haven't heard a word. I figured
that I could come by you, and if she notices, I'll tell her I'm out riding
my bike. Nothing will tell her that I'm at your place!"

This was kind of crazy, but I wasn't thinking rationally, so I figured that
it may work. "We've just got to sneak you into the house," I told him, "how
can we manage that? It's not like I can have your bike sitting out front!"

"Did you drive here?" he asked.

"I live three blocks away, I would never drive, why?"

"I have an idea; you go get your car, and I'll take my bike out to the
woods. I can lock it on the rack, you drive up to the path in the woods,
and I'll hop in the back, duck down, and you can drive me back to your
garage!" The woods formed the west boundary of the community, with walking
paths and one dirt road that looped through from the parking lot back to
the main road.

"Now?" I asked.

"It works now, I'm supposed to be here for a couple more hours, and my mom
will call before she comes looking."

"Shit, you go first," I agreed. Robby verified the meeting spot, and took
off. It will take him longer to get there than me.

After packing up my stuff, I started the walk home at a healthy clip, threw
my bag in the back of the car and headed out. It only took a couple of
minutes to get to the woods. I saw four bikes locked to the rack partially
hidden from the lot. On the weekend the woods would be bustling, but today
there wasn't a single car in the lot. All of the bikers must have been
riding the paths.

I turned onto the gravel from the lot, and after about 50 feet, I saw a
flash of color off to the right that turned out to be my boy. Stopping
right next to him, he popped open the door and dove in, laying out on the
seat. "Hit it!" he said, mimicking a movie chase scene.

Turning onto the main road, we took the very short drive to my house. I
caught Robby's eye and he gave me a cheeky grin, then started rubbing his
swimsuit covered prick. Instantly my cock popped straight up.

After pulling into the garage, I shut off the car and closed the garage
door. Robby and I got out at the same time. This was different than our
previous encounters, we actually had some time. As I slammed the car door,
I looked toward Robby and opened my arms. He melted into me, the top of his
head just under my chin, his arms wrapped around me and held on like he'd
never let go.

"Let's go inside, baby," I said as we unclenched. I held Robby's small hand
in mine as we entered the house. "Do you want something to drink? I've got
water, soda?"

"Do you have milk? It sounds good for some reason." This was about the
sexiest answer that he could have given me, these kind of juxtapositions
really lit my fire; the horny, aggressive, sex in a bottle that came on to
me and had already sucked me off in a dirty bathroom, was now being a
little boy. I can't explain it, but it really made my temperature rise.

Robby was standing by my kitchen table drinking a large glass of ice-cold
milk wearing a loose T-shirt and fashionable skimpy swimsuit.  I sat down
in one of the kitchen chairs, and pulled Robby closer to me. Reaching
around him, I ran my hands over his swimsuit covered ass, enjoying the feel
of the Lycra over the yielding muscle. My other hand slide up his stomach
under his shirt, feeling the extra weight still here from last summer,
still indented by the waistband of his suit.  I ran my hand in circles
around his belly, this forbidden area turned me on so much to touch, before
moving up to his full chest. He put his milk glass down and I lifted the
edges of his shirt. He raised his arms and let me slide it over his head.

He stood there with his sly smile and gorgeous body, and I grabbed his butt
again to pull him closer. A noise closer to a purr that anything else came
out of my mouth, "My god, you are the sexiest thing that I've ever seen." I
moaned.

Robby put his legs on either side of mine, and sat down facing me, "Mmmm,"
he said before putting both hands on my face to tilt my head and start to
kiss me. At the same time, he started to hump his cock into my belly, while
I started to wedge my fingers under his waistband in the back. It wasn't
working, and realizing it, Robby leaned back for a second and untied his
suit, loosening the tension. He went back to kissing while I was able to
run my hands fully around the bare skin of his ass. I couldn't believe that
this kid had blown me, yet I had barely touched him. That wasn't my normal
MO, and was about to change.

I gave a swat on his butt, and said, "Let's go to my room," I said, and
moved my hand to the front, grabbing his cock through his suit and giving
it a few strokes. Then I scooped him up with my hands under his butt, his
legs wrapped around me, and climbed the stairs to the second floor.

We went to the end of the hall and I carried him toward the bed, his head
resting on my shoulder. When we got to the foot of the bed, I threw him
onto his back on the bed. Robby came to life, laughing hard as he bounced
on his back and kicked his shapely legs. I stood looking at him, while he
pushed himself up on his elbows, looking back at me with a Mona Lisa smile
and a prominent ridge in his swimsuit. "You make me crazy," I said in a
quiet voice, almost to myself, "I want to lick every inch of you." His
smile grew, and he bit his lip, his favorite horny tell. I slid onto the
bed, rubbing my body onto his as I slid up, bringing our mouths together.

My hands were everywhere, his face, his sides, his ass, his cock, until I
started to move my lips down his face to his neck, finding all kinds of
sensitive spots there. He was letting out sighs and pants as I nibbled on
his neck for awhile, before moving down his chest, until finally I started
licking his right nipple. I looked up and saw him staring back at me in
disbelief, only to roll his eyes back and lay his head flat on the bed with
a look of absolute bliss. He was holding my head as I teased the little pin
of a nipple into hardness, sitting atop his puffy boy tits.

As I flicked and sucked his nipples, I reached down and ran my hand along
the front of his suit, running the back of my hand up and down his hard
tool, causing Robby to sigh and push himself up into my hand over and over.

Finally I made a trail down his belly with my tongue, ending at the middle
of the top of his suit. I pulled the front down slightly, exposing his
pubic area, showing thin blond hairs, only visible from this close of a
vantage point. I ran my tongue all over this smooth area, savoring the
touch of this forbidden place on a young boy.  His cock was surrounded by
his suit now that I was pushing it down, and I took the opportunity to take
his stick into my mouth while still encased in his suit, "oh, oh, oh" robby
squealed.

Grabbing the sides of his suit, I started to pull down the back, with Robby
lifting his hips to give me an assist. Once it was hooked under his buns, I
brought the front down to match, causing his prick to initially be pulled
down until popping up and slapping against his belly. It was a magnificent
sight, perfect shape, small but growing, maybe 4 inches long, almost
translucent in color, with a pink circumcised head. Below, his balls had
started to hang, not the tight thick skin of a young boy, but the thinning
loosening skin of a boy on his way toward puberty but not as thin as a
adult. Not even close to being a man, but not a kid either. "Oh god, Robby,
you have the most beautiful cock that I've ever seen!" I told him.

"Really? It's still puny," he questioned.

"I bet it's already a lot bigger than it was a year ago, and it's the
perfect size for me. I'm not kidding, it's the hottest thing that I've ever
seen." I slid his suit all the way down and off of his feet, and Robby lay
back, spreading his legs slightly, no embarrassment. I pulled it out toward
me and inspected the head, then brought the impossibly hard prick toward my
mouth, taking a few swipes across the head. It had a spongy, sticky
texture, and caused Robby to flinch. Continuing to twirl my tongue around
the head, I slid my lips slowly down his entire length. It didn't hit the
back of my throat, so I was able to slide all of the way to the root over
and over. Robby was rubbing the back of my head and holding me in place as
he started jumping to meet my thrusts. I was running my hands over his
ample stomach, sliding up to his chest and back to his pubic bone.

Releasing him from my mouth, I licked down his length, then in turn took
each testicle between my lips. They were loose enough to allow me to suck
the whole thing in, but pulled back into shape when they popped back
out. Continuing to lick down, I lifted his balls and licked underneath on
his sweaty taint. He had bent his knees so that his feet were flat on the
bed. This allowed me to push on the back of his thighs, bringing his taint
closer and giving me my first view of the bottom edge of his butthole. The
earthy smell of boy anus was released, making me swoon. Not like shit, just
all boy.

Moving back up to his cock, I brought my arms around his backside, holding
him tight and mashing my mouth against his crotch. Holding firmly, I rolled
onto my back, bringing him around to a seated position on my chest. As I
flicked his cockhead with my tongue, he scooted forward to thrust home. I
let him start to fuck my face, his stiff boyhood sliding in and out through
my lips, where I frantically attempted to bathe his whole cock with my
tongue before it disappeared again. Both ass cheeks were held by my hands
as he flexed his glutes over and over with each thrust. I brought a finger
down, probing for his pucker, and found it rubbing along my shirt and chest
as he punched up to hit my lips.

His pace quickened, and his hands found the headboard, which caused him to
lean forward, driving his hips down into my face, his body pounding into
me, and I could feel his balls actually start to hit my bottom lip and
upper chin as they swung slightly. His cries increased in volume and pace,
"oh, oh, oh, oh!" Almost a whimper, "I feel it," he let out, "ohhhh!" was
his last plea then he slammed into me hard and froze, pinning me to the bed
as his cock pulsed violently, trying hard to expel the flood of semen that
wasn't there yet. My hands was wrapped around his upper legs, cupping his
ass, leaving my index finger pressed against his taint, and the rhythmic
throbbing as he had his orgasm was mind blowing. It was like I was feeling
a little cum factory, a little oil pump, alternately contracting and
releasing to force the phantom jizz through his cock.

Robby's legs started to shake, then finally he started to have erratic full
body spasms, as each pulse ran through his body like an electric shock. At
the end, his body relaxed, and a huge sigh escaped his lips, while his body
weight sunk onto my head. I rolled us onto our side, leaving Robby curled
up in a ball against the headboard. So I pulled his legs to stretch him out
sideways on the bed, while still keeping his flagging erection between my
lips. Robby then kicked his legs and twitched, pushing me away from his
cock and laughing, obviously too sensitive after his big orgasm. His head
had lifted up, but then he lay back again, his breath regaining a steady
series of pants again.

He was spent and relaxed, spread out on the bed completely naked and
gleaming. I ran my hands over his chest and down to his stomach, pausing to
slide down over his softening penis, inspecting it with my fingertips. The
rubbery, smooth texture was such a turn on. Turning my body so that I was
in line with him, I gave him a small peck on the lips, eliciting a smile,
"That was something else," he said, "thank you!"

"Thank you!" I replied, "that was the hottest experience that I've ever
had."

Robby's hand snuck down to my swimsuit covered crotch, "I can feel that!"
he said with a laugh.

"Oh that feels good," I groaned. Robby started rubbing me through my
shorts, then started to scoot down my body until he was between my
legs. Pushing my shirt up out of the way, he untied the drawstring on the
suit, then began pulling my suit down. I helped him pull it over my butt,
and he took it the rest of the way, pulling and tugging to get the tangled
suit and liner over my feet and completely off.

He came to kneel beside me and grabbed ahold of my cock, "It's so hard," he
said, starting at it mesmerized, "it's so nice," he added with a hiss. I
laid back and let him explore, enjoying the sensations and the unbelievable
thrill of having this young boy desire my dick. He got closer, and
inspected the whole shaft, running his hands up and over the head. Staring
into my piss slit, he took a quick taste, then pulled down and licked along
the topside until he met my pubis. There he inhaled, savoring, swooning, "I
love how you smell," he said, sounding so kidlike in the honest statement
of his feelings, making it that much dirtier. Using his tongue again, he
licked down the sensitive underside, making me moan and suck in my breath.

When he reached the base on the other side, I gave my first request, "Lick
my balls," I pleaded. Robby moved back down between my legs and gently
lifted my sack, stuck out his tongue to get a taste, then he began to give
my balls a tongue bath. I was squirming on the bed, and started stroking my
cock above his head. After a couple of minutes of this ecstasy I reached
down under Robby's chin and lifted his head up while pushing my cock down
with the other hand. The head was pointed right at his lips, and he opened
up to take it in. Only the first inch was in his mouth, and he proceeded to
nurse on the tip, sucking like it was a straw and using his tongue to bathe
the tip and slit. "Ohhhhh," escaped my lips, and I slowly stroked myself
below Robby's wet lips. Getting up on his knees to get a better angle on my
prick, he started to take more length, but really only a few inches, while
starting to work the shaft with his own hand. Working around to get a
better attack, he ended up to my side. I used the opportunity to stroke his
bare side and reach down to rub his smooth ass, dipping below to tickle his
rosebud before reaching further to grasp his rehardened penis. I wanted it
in my mouth again, so I pulled his near leg toward me until his other leg
caught up. When I was able I grabbed his hips and steered his body on top
of me into a 69.

Robby disengaged for a second out of surprise, but I guided him back with a
hand on his head. He sunk back down onto my cock and started sucking
again. Staring back at me was the incredible view of Robby's ass cheeks
with his scrotum squished against my chest. I could feel his hard little
prick rubbing against my shirt as his ass flexed with the effort. He was
just small enough that I needed to maneuver to reach the target in front of
me. I slid a pillow under my head to push me closer and bent my hips up to
force Robbys body to slide closer to my mouth. Lifting his hips, I again
guided his steel hard prick between my lips, bathing it in saliva and
trailing down to his balls, soaking them with my saliva. Robby stopped
sucking a couple of times as the pleasure took over.

The feel of his skin under my hands was so erotic to me, running my hands
from his head to his ass, over his hips and side and back to his
back. Being able to so freely touch every inch of this sexy child was
unreal. His cute, hairless balls had retracted slightly and led me on a
straight line from his salty sack upward (from my perspective) to his
perineum. Licking along this small muscle, I was treated to the smell and
taste of his butthole. I drew in a deep breath through my nose, enjoying
the earthy smell of boy ass. Settling my head back, I reached up and
slightly parted his cheeks, exposing the thrilling sight of his pink
anus. It looked as clean as the rest of his skin, and I was drawn to
it. Robby felt the exposure and stopped sucking, while asking, "what are
you doing?" in a surprisingly neutral voice. He hadn't jumped up or
screamed.

"I'm looking at your beautiful asshole," I replied, then leaned in again to
smell. It was musky and warm smelling with the added cover of chlorine, "is
it ok?"

"I feel weird," he answered, "it seems funny."

"It's so fucking sexy," I said, "can I touch you there?"

"My asshole?!" his voice rising, "why?"

"It feels great for you and it's a turn-on for me," I explained. "Trust me,
ok? I'm only going to make you happy, I promise."

He didn't answer, but put his head down and started slowly licking me
again. I licked my finger and slid it from his balls to just short of his
rosebud, then started at the top of his crack and did the same, feeling the
smooth, sweaty skin. Then I took the plunge and ran my finger over the
rough edge of his hole. He gave a jump, but settled back down. Running my
finger in circles around his asshole, I brought my finger back to my mouth
to re-wet it. It wasn't the strongest taste in the world, a mix of tangy
vinegar and chlorine, but it made my mind blow as I licked off this most
intimate of flavors. Over and over I repeated this, circling his anus with
my finger then bringing it to my lips to remoisten and suck the flavor
off. Robby had stopped licking and had his head laid on my stomach while
still holding my cock, periodically making small "mmmm" sounds.

Finally I couldn't resist cutting out the middle man, brought my head back
up to him, and extended my tongue to just touch the wrinkled skin of his
asshole. I was hit with another, metallic taste, like touching a mild
battery terminal. Despite my wetting of the hole with my finger, I was
surprised by the relatively dry texture, and licked around the bumpy
wrinkles of his tight butthole. Robby let out two quick "oh, ohs" as his
head popped up, then settled again on my belly. There was too little going
on in that area, so I reached down and positioned my cock up in the air,
while guiding Robby's head toward the tip. Robby got the message and
resumed sucking my dick.

Initially I probed his sweet hole with my the tip of my tongue. The texture
was so exciting to me, feeling the smooth skin around his hole contrasted
with the ring of wrinkles that was his anus. Around and around the area I
went, finally beginning to flatten my tongue and take big licks from his
taint over his hole and up into his crack. A soft cheek was in each hand as
I pulled him apart to give me access. This gave me an opportunity to knead
and stroke those soft mounds. As I went I began to focus back on his hole,
wriggling the tip of my tongue straight into the center of his ring, trying
hard to pry it open. I brought my fingers to the edge of his hole, pulling
it apart as much as possible, causing his hole to pop open slightly
allowing my tongue to get just inside, tasing the very center of this hot
boy.

Robby had been working hard on my prick again, and things were building
behind my balls, as the sights tastes and sounds of my analingous session
were causing my blood to boil, and the clumsy fellatio from Robby was the
last straw. I stopped eating his ass and said, "I'm going to cum baby," but
Robby didn't change pace at all. In fact, to me it felt like he doubled his
efforts. The realization that this kid meant to take me to completion sent
me over the edge, and I thrust upwards a few times to meet Robby's strokes
and sucks, finally groaning and shouting, "oh, yeah!" as my ejaculation
overtook my body and sent a flood up into Robby's sucking mouth. When the
first shot hit, he immediately gagged and started coughing, pulling off of
me. I grabbed my cock and started jerking myself off to get myself through
the rest of the best orgasm ever, sending more shots onto Robby's face and
into his hair as he ducked down to spit out the little bit of semen in his
mouth.

I dropped my head in exhaustion, breathing heavily from the complete
emptying of my balls brought on by this little prince. Robby rolled off of
me with his head resting on my hip looking up at me. He was covered in my
jizz, dripping off his lips, cheeks, and hair. "Yuck," he said with a
laugh.

"It's an acquired taste, you may grow to like it," I said. As I stared at
him with my cooling cum covering him, I laughingly said, "I guess we're not
going to be making out!"

Robby made kissy noises and said, "You don't want to see how you taste? I
was hoping that I'd get a good taste of my ass from you!"

"You'd be surprised," I laughed as I reached up to tickle him, "come on,
let's give you a quick shower."

Robby got up, holding a hand under his chin to keep from dripping on his
way to the bathroom, then washed his hands in the sink while I adjusted the
water temperature in the shower. He splashed his face, and was presentable
when he came over to wait with me, putting his arms around me and hugging
his naked body to me. "Take this off," he said, pulling on my shirt, "I
like to feel your skin." I did as directed, then pulled him back into my
arms where we rested for a minute, enjoying the closeness of this skin on
skin contact. The shower was ready, and as we broke away, I instinctively
leaned down to give him a kiss. Robby ducked out of the way, "No way ass
licker! You need some serious toothpaste and mouthwash in there before you
kiss me!"

"Go ahead in," I said, "there's a clean washcloth hanging on the side,
soaps in the holder and shampoo on the shelf."

"Aren't you joining me?" he asked.

"In a second, I need to take care of my butt breath!" I told him. He smiled
and stepped into the large shower. My house was built when two person
showers were the "in" thing, now I might be the first person to actually
put one to use.

I went over to brush my teeth and gargle, and looked into the mirror. I
felt like I looked better, lightened somehow. This kid has been so good for
me, I thought. After spitting the last remnants, I headed back to the
shower and opened the door. Seeing the glistening smooth sticky boy made my
penis expand slightly. I couldn't believe this was real. As we cleaned up,
we talked about the rest of the day, the need for Robby to return to a
known location, but didn't talk about what had just happened. I didn't know
if it was awkwardness on Robby's part, but it turned out to be the
opposite, total comfort with each other and the situation. "I had so much
fun being here today," he started, and leaned into me face to face, "I wish
that I could live here and do this all day," then got on his tip toes and
kissed me as the water slid down his back.

We started French kissing and rubbing each other everywhere. A couple of
fresh erections began and I had to put a stop to it, breaking the kiss and
saying, "Back to reality, we need to finish up." Then looked down at him,
"I loved it too buddy, more than I've loved any experience in my life,"
gave him a last peck on the forehead and reached behind him to shut off the
water.

We got dressed in our same clothes and retraced our steps back to the
woods. While Robby was laying across the backseat hiding, he started
talking about the sex, "Wasn't it dirty when you licked my butt? I don't
think that I could do that," he said, probably thinking that I wanted him
to rim my hairy old man hole.

"On you, it's pretty clean" I told him, "plus the chlorine sort of bleached
the area. It sort of surprised me, but your looked so good and sexy that I
couldn't stop myself. Did you like it?"

"It definitely felt weird, but it also felt awesome," he said. "You can do
that as much as you want!"

"Maybe we can try some other things back there," I said, thinking that we
may be able to open him up eventually, "lots of boys like things inside
their holes, it makes them hot."

"Hmm," he replied with a crooked, "I doubt it," look on his face.

I smiled, "You're entering an exciting world kiddo, you may be surprised at
the things you'll like. You just have to be open to possibilities. Plus,
you can always trust me, I'm never going to do anything to hurt you or
force you to do something that you don't want to do, ok?"

"Ok," he smiled, "I can't believe that you'll be on the cruise, I bet that
we can get lots of time together and you can teach me stuff. I hate rushing
off as soon as we finish."

"Me too, me too."

We pulled back onto the road through the woods and the spot where I had
picked Robby up only an hour and a half ago. Imagine if we could lay
together, take a nap and start all over again. My dreams for this trip were
getting more and more vivid as my reality became more and more outrageous.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I said, as Robby scooted across the seat, still
staying low, then popped the door. He swung his legs out then turned
quickly and blew me a kiss before scampering off after his bike. I headed
out right away, not wanting to draw attention. Unlike previous encounters
where I needed to rush home for relief, I was completely sated today thanks
to my little guy. I breathed a happy sigh, then headed out to run some
errands.

To be continued