Date: Tue, 8 Sep 2009 08:22:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Select Few Boys (2)

A Select Few Boys
By
Storyguy22

(2)

   I am a hard core fan of baseball to be sure, but my interest in today's
game went straight out the window when I saw the little cutie that my
restroom boy had been whispering to stand up, and begin making his way to
the main aisle, and then up the steps in my direction. His eyes hardly left
mine as he navigated the crowd, and when he reached my row of seats he
turned in, and then he was sitting in the empty seat right beside me.

   Looking him over, I noted his boyish cuteness, his longish mop of brown
hair, and his sultry dark brown eyes. There was a smattering of tiny
freckles dotting his cute little nose, and when he smiled his perfect teeth
gleamed in the bright sunlight.  He was dressed in an outfit similar to his
buddy, a sleeveless tee shirt bearing some band logo, and shorts that were
considerably shorter than the other boys. As my gaze traveled over his
slender body I lingered on the smooth tanned skin of his flat tummy that
was exposed due to the tee shirt having been hacked off just below his
chest, and I had to smile at seeing the tiny cave of his cute navel nearly
hidden by small wrinkles of lingering baby fat at his middle. The shorts
were gathered due to his seated position and offered no hint with regard to
the boyhood treasures that I knew full well lurked there, so I moved on to
take in his well shaped and hairless legs that ended in a pair of tennis
shoes that had certainly seen better days.

   He sat there wordlessly, allowing me to check him out, and when my eyes
finally met his, he grinned at me, and then spoke quietly in that special
voice that I love so much, a cross between the boy that he definitely is,
and the puberty-laden teen he is soon to become as he told me that his
friend had suggested that I might be willing to accompany him to the men's
room, a place his Mother had cautioned him not to enter on his own. I
chuckled, impressed with his implied innocence while making such an
outrageously false statement and I of course quickly agreed with his
proposal.

   We stood, and he moved off to the center aisle again with me in close
pursuit, and as we arrived at the entrance to the restroom I suggested that
he go ahead, and go directly to the last stall at the back of the room
where I would join him just as soon as I was sure no one was paying any
attention. He flashed that stunning smile again, and gave a brief nod
before walking into the rest room. I waited a moment, and then followed, my
head swiveling to survey the expansive space as I entered. Luck was with me
again, and I saw a bright and empty room, and so I moved quickly to the
stall area, and then stepped inside the last stall by the wall.

    He was waiting there, a look of apprehension and excitement on his cute
face, and I latched the door behind me before reaching around him to close
the lid on the toilet. I indicated he should climb up on the lid as his
buddy had done so as to not display too many feet under the door should
anyone look, and when he had positioned himself as directed, I moved in
close to him. I looked him in the eye, and let my tongue pass over my lips
as I imagined it passing over his young erection and taut little ball sack,
and he suppressed a soft giggle as if he had read my mind. I winked, and
reached for his thin arms, taking one in each hand as I lifted them, and
positioned his hands behind his head.

   Stepping back slightly I looked him over from head to toe, and then I
reached out to trail my fingers over the exposed skin of his tummy. He
sucked in a breath at the contact, and I let my fingers explore his soft
warm skin, eventually working my fingers under his shorty tee shirt to
tweak his small nipples. He shuddered, and I slid my hand out from under
his half shirt, and then reached up to rub both his arms, ending up by
running my fingers through his creamy and hairless underarms as he groaned
softly. Taking the hem of his shirt, I peeled it up and over his head, and
as soon as it cleared his hands he resumed his earlier position by clasping
his hands behind his head. I looked at him, and my cock went rigid inside
my shorts, and I told the boy how delicious he looked as he puffed shallow
breaths and blushed a pretty pink.

   Settling my gaze at his crotch, I could now clearly discern his
excitement as his excited boyhood had definitely stiffened and it poked
impressively at the snug fitting shorts. I smiled, and again licked my lips
as I stared at the protrusion, and he giggled nervously again. Slowly, I
extended my hand, and lightly trailed my fingers over his lumps and bumps,
and he shuddered some more as I took a Braille measurement of his pride and
joy with my fingers. There wasn't all that much to it to be honest, my
guess bringing him in at about average for what one might expect a thirteen
or fourteen year old to be packing, but it definitely had that impressive
hardness that is so uniquely teen boy, and I gripped the rock hard shaft in
my fist and stroked it several times as he gasped and shook slightly. My
own excitement was barely under control as I touched this young beauty, and
I was suddenly overcome with a deep need to see all of him, and I
unceremoniously yanked his shorts and undies down his colt-like legs,
leaving him gloriously naked.

   I straightened up after working the garments off his small feet, and I
just stood there a minute basking in his radiant beauty. Naked, he appeared
even more petite than he had in the meager clothing, and the only adjective
that came close to doing him justice was stunning. The deep red flush that
flooded his smooth cheeks only enhanced the stunning effect, and I let my
eyes travel slowly over every inch of his youthful form. His chest was
narrow and still undefined and the quarter-sized nipples were light brown,
surprisingly large circles of flesh that were dotted with tiny eraser
points at the center, rigid with excitement. His smooth chest tapered
gently to a narrow waist and soft, flat tummy that was tanned a golden
brown, and the tiny cave of his navel centered the space. His hips were
small, and his groin was a milky white in contrast to his other tanned
areas, and I was on the verge of drooling like a geezer on the rest home
porch as I stared at his very erect young cock, and the snug little pouch
of nuts that was tucked tight between his smooth thighs. There was a sparse
smattering of very fine pubic hairs strung over that milky groin, and other
than the mop of head hair I couldn't find another hint of hair anywhere on
his slender young body.

   He must have been feeling a tinge of self-consciousness from the
intensity of my hungry gaze, and he shyly folded his arms behind his back,
clasping his hands as he continued to blush furiously. I smiled at him, and
winked, telling him how perfect he was, and if anything my words of praise
caused his blush to deepen. Undaunted by his obvious nervousness I fixed my
gaze on his boyhood, and I felt the flood of saliva rush into my mouth as I
envisioned taking that rigid stalk into my mouth. A good and solid four
inches or more, I estimated, and narrow as an adult-sized thumb, and the
knobby head of it flared slightly wider than the shaft. He was neatly
circumcised, and a faint scar from the procedure was just visible below the
head. His scrotum was hairless as a cue ball, a tight pouch of crinkled
pink skin that swelled nicely with his tender balls, and it briefly
occurred to me that this sweet young thing might not yet be able to produce
that creamy nectar that I was so very fond of. No matter, I decided, I was
definitely going to suck this delicious morsel until I had resolved that
issue completely, boy-honey or not.

   And in the next moment I did exactly that as I moved closer and grasped
his rock hardness in my fist as my other hand moved to cradle and fondle
his tight ball sack. He gasped again, his slender body trembling head to
toe as I stroked all his goodies, and in another minute I was bent over him
as I took that delicious young cock deep inside my mouth. He groaned as I
engulfed him, and his hips bucked as I began bobbing over him, my saliva
wetting his erection and drizzling down over his balls. I alternated
sucking him, and taking the whole of his pouch into my mouth as my tongue
poked at his tender eggs, and his fingers threaded through my hair as he
began a soft chanting of guttural sounds. I reached around him, and groped
the firm globes of his little ass, and my finger dipped into his tight
crease to seek out his tight pucker as I continued to bob over his pulsing
cock, and when I pressed firmly into his tiny sphincter he gasped loudly
and thrust his steely young rod into my throat. Oh man, he was drizzling
precum like a bad faucet, and the tartness of it caused my jaws to ache as
I sucked him harder and faster, and in another couple of minutes he reached
the cliff. He let out a low groaning noise, and jammed his little butt
forward as his boyhood jumped in my mouth, and erupted.

   I had my answer now on the earlier question regarding his ability to
spew that precious elixir, any doubt being eradicated as he jetted about
four small offerings of the creamy stuff onto my tongue, and I savored
every pearl he could give me, happily swallowing down the entire offering
as his boyhood began to soften in my still sucking mouth. His fingers
tugged at my hair, so I let him go, and pulled back to look at him, and he
grinned widely, his forehead and upper lip a thin sheen of sweat. I smacked
my lips loudly, and winked, and he giggled sweetly at my overdone
gestures. He wiggled his hips which caused his now tiny cocklette to swing
around, and I chuckled, reaching out to give it a loving squeeze between
finger and thumb. He flinched at the contact, the super-sensitivity of his
post-orgasmic state a bit too much for the moment, so I let go, and reached
for his shorts on the floor. I handed them to him, and he quickly worked
them up his legs, and as he settled them onto his hips his precious boyhood
disappeared from view. He looked at me a few seconds, and then surprised me
by leaning close to kiss my cheek before hopping down from his perch, and
disappearing out of the stall.

   I stood there a minute, relishing the heady events of recent moments,
and then relocked the stall door as I fished out my aching erection and
quickly and efficiently jerked a huge load onto the back of the stall door
that left wide thick trails of semen dribbling toward the floor. I wiped
myself off, zipped up, and exited the stall. I paused at a sink and
considered washing up, but then decided to call it a day and save the
lingering scents and tastes of my boys to linger as I drove home, more than
content that I had once more field tested my theory that there was indeed
that select few boys out there that were more than willing to offer their
delightful young charms to old dudes like me.

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