Date: Fri, 3 Jul 2009 14:39:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek Subject: A Summer Thing A Summer Thing By Storyguy22 (1) His eyes hidden behind the dark glasses he wore, Brad watched the lithe fourteen year old boy climb the pool ladder, and step gingerly onto the concrete deck. The boy shook his head sharply, water flying everywhere from his longish auburn hair, and he shuddered as Brad's hungry gaze traveled the length of the smooth and slender body while his brain began once more reciting the litany of reasons that forbade him taking action on his sordid thoughts regarding the delicious teen that was now toweling that succulent young body that Brad so desired to explore in every way. Each of the foreboding reasons that ticked through Brad's mind were completely valid, and having mentally run the list at least a hundred times over the past several weeks that the pretty young boy had placed the nearly overwhelming temptation of his perfect body before him as he enjoyed Brad's backyard pool, he was more than well aware of that validity. He sighed aloud as he watched the teen settle himself on a nearby lounge, the well tanned body turning this way and that as he sought a comfortable position. He settled back finally, and Brad held his breath, waiting for the final adjustment that he had learned over the past weeks was a bit of a habit for the boy as he completed his relaxation routine. At last it came, and Brad stifled a groan as he watched the sexy boy casually drop a hand onto his lap as he unconsciously positioned his bugling package before settling completely, his nearly nude body fully exposed to the warm sunshine, and to Brad's hungry gaze that remained hidden behind the dark lenses of his sun glasses. His association with this nearly irresistible boy had come as a complete surprise to Brad. While he had been a committed boy lover most of his adult life, the number of times that he had actually succumbed to that predilection could be counted on the fingers of one hand, and the most recent event was actually not at all deserving of the term recent. Fully aware of the legal hazards that surrounded his sexual orientation, Brad had struggled mightily to keep his burning desires for sexual liaisons with teen boys in check, unwilling to risk his success, or his freedom in exchange for the sexual contacts he so deeply desired. That passion for control dominated much of Brad's life- decisions, his obsession with keeping young male flesh absent from his immediate surroundings so powerful that it had permeated most of his actions, both in his business life, and his personal life. "Lead us not into temptation" had become his personal mantra, and for a long time now he had been successful in his endeavors to follow that mantra to the letter, the great degree of frustration that he endured seemingly trumped by the relative safety of consciously avoiding any and all tempting situations. This obsession had even guided his selection of this subdivision house Brad had carefully selected to purchase, the final decision to buy being heavily based upon very thorough research of the neighborhood residents to ensure that the immediate surrounding homes were free of any teen, or even preteen males that might prove to be too much for Brad's solid resolve over time. His thinking at the time had been that a nearly daily exposure to any young boy might eventually overcome his iron resolve, and he greatly feared the ultimate price of his caving to the desires of the flesh, no matter how amazing some brief encounter with a boy might prove to be. Indeed, his previous liaisons with young boys dwelled fresh in his mind, and were in fact the only source of sexual release he allowed himself these days, his mind reeling with the stark memories of his earlier explorations of tender young boys as he furiously masturbated to stunning climaxes in the privacy of his suburban home. All of this resolve and ever careful planning had simply evaporated one morning some weeks ago, as he responded the sound of his front door bell. Swinging the door open wide, Brad almost gasped aloud as he confronted the stunning young boy who had apparently been the bell pusher. While it was the last thing he had expected to encounter when he responded to the bell, he could not control the sudden elation that flooded over him as he none-too-subtly scanned his eyes over the young boy before him. He was cute beyond the intended limits of the term, a thatch of Auburn hair surrounding the boyish face that grinned widely at him showing even rows of startlingly white teeth, and deep-set dimples in his smooth cheeks. Brad dropped his gaze, his reeling senses taking note of the slender build, and the tiny hairs that glowed in the sunlight on his well developed arms. The boy was wearing a red tee shirt that complimented his tanned complexion, and shorts that were a great departure from the sickeningly baggy style most favored by today's teens. Instead, these shorts were more the style of yesteryear, real shorts that ended about mid-thigh rather than well below the knees, and they were snug fitting, enough so that Brad was sure he could discern the delicious lumps and bulges that confirmed this lovely specimens maleness. He felt a stirring at his crotch that he had not enjoyed in some time, and he barely managed to pull his gaze away from the bulging shorts to meet the sparkling blue eyes that continued to smile at him. Gulping down the sudden flood of saliva that had flooded his mouth, he managed a weak smile of his own as he gathered himself sufficiently to stammer an awkward hello. The boy shifted on his bare feet nervously, and Brad's attention was drawn to the small and delicate feet that shifted on his porch, and after noting the nearly perfect form of them, he stole one more quick glance at the succulent crotch bulges before again meeting the boy's eyes as he said, "Hi...uh...can I help you...? The boy gave a slight shrug of his shoulders as he continued to squirm nervously, finally finding his voice as he replied, "Um...hi...I'm...uh...Ryan...and I'm spending some of my vacation with my Grandma...she lives, like, maybe four houses down...there...and...um...I was just wondering if I might...um...maybe go swimming sometimes...in your pool, I mean...?" Brad's first thought was to wonder how this boy even knew he had a swimming pool. His back yard was by careful design totally private, with absolutely no way to view the area from the street, or anywhere at the front of the house. His curiosity taking over, he responded, saying, "First of all...um...Ryan is it...?"...I'm curious as to how you know that I have a swimming pool?" The boy nodded in response to the name inquiry, and then answered, "Actually, I have seen the pool service guy a couple of times...his truck, I mean...like in your driveway for an hour or so...and I guess I just sort of...assumed that was because you had a pool back there...but hey...just forget it, okay...?...I didn't mean to bother you Mister." As the boy turned away, a bolt of panic coursed through Brad as he quickly debated his options. His eyes dropped, and settled on the perfect globes of the boy's firm little ass that was now presented to him, and his balls stirred anew. Quickly, he made up his mind, and blurted, "Wait...Ryan...don't go, please...you're not bothering me at all...more like surprised, I guess...I mean, there aren't any young boys around here, and I guess I was a bit confused to find you at my door...but, welcome to the neighborhood...for how ever long you are visiting Grandma, anyway!" Ryan stopped his retreat, turning back to approach Brad once more, and Brad was incapable of stopping himself from once more scoping the well packed little shorts. Ryan may well have been aware of his interest there, as he blushed sweetly, and said, "Thank you Sir...and maybe I better I better start all over...I didn't mean that you should let me swim in your pool just because I asked...I mean, if there are any chores I could do for you...yard work or whatever...I could kind of work in exchange for some swimming...if you think it's a good idea, that is...?" A quick vision flashed behind Brad's eyes as he pondered the boys offer, and the mental images of the sexy young lad bending and twisting that lithe body as he performed various chores in the yard, and then putting nearly all of it on display in a swim suit...oh Lord...please let him be a Speedo type...was enough for Brad to drop his carefully planned isolation from such compelling temptation, and he actually surprised himself as he answered, "That is a very impressive offer, Ryan...it's not often these days that boy's your age are willing to earn a privilege...good for you young man...and...I accept...in exchange for mowing the lawn and detailing a few flower beds, you may indeed use the pool all you like." The boys sweet face lit up as the wide grin returned, and he exclaimed in a still slightly cracking voice, "AWESOME...that is so totally cool...thanks, Mister, really...so when can I start...?" Right after you and I spend several hours naked in my bed, Brad thought silently. Aloud, he answered, "Well Ryan, I suppose that you should first make sure that this little arrangement of ours is okay with your Grandma...so why don't you explain it to her this evening, and as long she approves, you can come over tomorrow morning and I will give you the routine on the yard. Bring your Swim gear with you too...I'll feed you some lunch after the yard is done, and then you can go swimming... and by the way, I think you better drop the "Mister"...I'm just Brad...sound okay?" Nodding rapidly, Ryan beamed once more, and replied, "That absolutely sounds okay...Brad...and don't sweat my Grandma...she knows how bored I have been, and she will be glad I found something to do to get out of her hair...!" Brad nodded, and stood stock still on the porch until the breathtaking sight of the boys retreating little bubble butt could no longer be seen. Releasing a deep sigh, he turned, and moved inside his house as his mind pondered the danger of the course of events he had just set into motion. As he shut the door behind him, he reached down to give his partially erect cock a firm squeeze as his demented mind imagined squeezing the boys young and virile erection, and he shuddered, his eyes settling upon the mantle clock as he willed the hands to move quickly to the following morning. Shaking off his reverie, Brad returned to the present, and once more focused his hungry gaze on the reclining boy stationed some ten feet away, his luscious young body being offered to the warm rays of the sunny day. He stared for along time, his mind teetering on the brink of capitulation to his burning desires as he struggled to stop himself, the countless dangers of action flashing through his mind. Finally, a decision was reached, and for better or for worse, Brad exhaled deeply again, and told himself, fuck it...the boy was returning home in a few days, and the opportunity would be forever lost. And beside that, he was sure the boy had been sending him subtle signals the past few days, nothing overt or concrete, but still...a degree of interest had been put out there for Brad to pick up on, he was sure of it. Fuck it, he thought once more, I just have to try this...even if it bombs I'm pretty sure I can convince the kid to keep it between us...hell, he would probably be too freaked, or embarrassed to tell anyone anyway, right? So yea...fuck it...I can't let this slip away, no way! Rising slowly, Brad approached the lounging boy, and when he stood at his side gazing down on him, he let his eyes travel slowly over every inch of the smooth, tanned body. His gaze lingered on the bulging crotch, and when he glanced up at Ryan's face he was startled to see the boy looking at him, a soft, coy smile on his lush mouth. Tentatively, he sat down on the edge of the lounge, his heart racing and a pounding inside his head as their eyes met and held, an unspoken message being sent and understood by both man and boy in that moment. Brad slowly extended his trembling hand, his fingers first gently tracing the outline of the boy's youthful face, the full eyebrows, and then the long lashes batted at him as the boy smiled shyly. Holding his breath, Brad ran his fingers over the baby-soft cheek, and then traced the lush mouth, his fingers lingering on the soft, full lips before moving on to the satiny smoothness of the firm shoulders, and totally hairless chest, moving slowly downward to caress the soft, flat tummy and the cute little cave of a navel at its center. He trailed a single finger along the descending trail of fine and silky hair that had just begun to emerge below that cute navel to travel downward until it dipped below the waistband of his swim trunks, the boy giggling sweetly from the tickle sensation of the tracing fingertip. Holding his breath once more, he saw his hands moving over the soft, warm skin, going upward now until his fingers traced over the dark nipples, a fingertip teasing at each sensitive nubbin until the points erected, forming tiny pencil eraser tips, stiff and firm under the fingers. Ryan was groaning softly as he squirmed under the stimulation, and Brad felt his cock throb in rigidity against his swim suit as he stared deeply into Ryan's eyes, and then he was slowly dipping his head down until he was lapping and gently sucking each stiff nipple in turn as more groans of pleasure emanated from the excited young boy. Abandoning the rigid nipples now, Brad dragged his wet tongue over the silky smooth skin, leaving a trail of glistening wetness as it tracked down the very center of the boys torso until the tip of it furled, and delved into the depth of the tight little navel, the boy squirming seriously now as a steady cadence of small groans and grunts spewed steadily forth from him. Dipping in and out of the navel with his tongue, Brads boldness grew with the seemingly total lack of resistance from the delicious boy, and he reached a hand into the swollen crotch, and firmly gripped the turgid young erection as Ryan expelled a loud exhale and thrust his narrow hips upward to drive the pulsing young erection into Brad's grip. Stroking the rigid boyhood, Brad lifted his head, and looked deeply into the wide eyes of the young boy, and as he moved the flat of his thumb repeatedly over the plum-like knob of the boys cock, Ryan gasped loudly, and his slender body shuddered strongly, and Brad spoke softly as he asked, "Is this okay, Ryan...?...I shouldn't be doing any of this, I know...but damn...you're just so perfect...so smooth and beautiful...so big...and so hard...I love touching you this way...and so much more...but...I don't want to scare you...or hurt you in any way...say so, and it stops right here...!" Ryan gasped again, and gulped, his Adams apple bobbing at the center of the soft throat, and he rolled his head in the negative against the lounge cushion as he stammered breathlessly, "NO...oh God, no...don't stop...it feels so good...amazing...I want you to...touch me...all over...show me...please Brad...oh man...show me all of it...!" The panting response was akin to handing a tall iced tea to a man who has just crawled out of a desert, and Brad tossed the last remaining shred of his usual caution to the wind. Grasping the elastic of the swim trunks, he quickly tugged downward on the still damp garment, and the boy lifted his narrow hips, assisting the man in sliding the trunks off his pretty butt, and then down his coltish legs. Working the tangle of cloth over the small feet, Brad dropped it to the pool deck as he inhaled a massive breath of air, nearly terrified of actually turning his head to look at the now naked youth. Ryan apparently sensed Brad's last minute stab at self control, and he suddenly reached out to grasp Brad's arm, tugging it firmly as he brought it into contact with his naked and rigid young erection, muttering softly, "Oh Brad...oh jeez...touch me Brad...please...touch me...!" The final barrier to self control melted completely into oblivion as Brad felt the hot rigid stalk make contact with the back of his hand, and with a low growling sound escaping his clamped teeth, he opened his hand, and then closed it around the pulsing young rigidness. The surprisingly thick shaft felt hot and silky in his grip, and he shuddered hard, the tension washing over him as he began an automatic stroking motion, seemingly of its own volition, and finally Brad turned his head, and looked down at the youthful perfection he held in his hand. His breath caught in his throat, a low groan of amazement rolling deep inside his chest as he savored the abject beauty of the boyhood he held, and his eyes actually flooded with tears as the moment he had so scrupulously avoided for so long was suddenly at hand, and so very real. This part of the boy was equal in perfection to the rest of his young body, and it occurred to Brad that should the Webster's Dictionary contain a definition of "perfect teen cock and balls," there would surely be a picture of the very specimen that was before him this moment. With Brad's hand wrapped around the boy's cock the plum-like knob extended beyond the curled palm, and about a half inch of the root extended at the opposite side, and Brad made a quick calculation that the perfect penis was a good four to four and a half inches in length. Its thickness surprised Brad though, the shaft wider than one would expect to find on a fourteen year old, and Brad savored the pulsing heartbeat of it as he gripped and stroked it. A small thatch of dark and silky pubic hair had emerged at the base of the boys cock, though there was not a single hair yet to sprout on the bulging pouch that held the boys full balls. The scrotum skin was crinkled and taut, a bright pink tone, and Brad moved his free hand to cup the heavy sack as he gently hefted the weight of the young balls. Ryan groaned some more as Brad stroked his now oozing shaft and toyed with his dancing balls and Brad watched as a tear-drop of the boys excitement emerged from the tiny slit in his cock head. Dipping lower, Brad slid his tongue out and captured the pearl of essence, the tart taste spurring his taste buds. His tongue still extended, Brad washed it over the deeply purple hued knob, and as the boy shuddered and moaned, he opened his mouth, and slid the pulsing young erection into the warm wetness of his mouth and began sucking it as his fingers prodded the tender balls in their tight pouch. "AWWwww Jeez...OHhhh man...! Bellowed Ryan as his head jerked up off the cushion to watch as the man all but swallowed his throbbing erection, taking the full length of it inside his incredible feeling mouth. Brad's nose was buried into the sparse thicket of dark pubes, and Ryan felt his tongue washing over the pulsing shaft of his rampant young cock, and he felt the sucking sensations as Brad expertly worked his cock in the warm wetness of his mouth, and Ryan groaned deeply, his head flopping back onto the cushion under him. Brad began a steady up and down movement of his head, his warm mouth savoring the youthful tastes of the boy cock filling his mouth as he instantly recalled every expert nuance of giving oral pleasure to a young boy that he had not practiced in so long a time. Ryan bucked under his onslaught, his narrow hips bouncing in sync with Brad's bobbing head, and he curled his hands into tight fists that pounded the lounge cushion as his young body went into an overload of pleasure sensations. Brad gently cradled the tight, full balls in his hand, rolling the twin orbs in their silky pouch as he moved his drooling mouth over the turgid boyhood, and his taste buds were electric with the tart flavor of the boy's steadily flowing precum. Ryan bucked, his hips lifting clear of the lounge pad, and Brad instantly released the swelling young cock, sensing that the boys excitement was about to boil over. Wanting to savor the moment to the last second, Brad dropped down and began lapping at the hairless scrotum, his tongue washing it in wetness. He captured each nugget into his mouth, moving between them as he applied gentle suction to the tender orbs, and Ryan cried out loudly in pleasure. Not wanting to leave a single inch of this delicious young boy unexplored, Brad slid his hands under the boys little ass, and lifted him as he bent the coltish legs back so that the very core of the boy swam into view, another perfection in it's glowing pinkness, the tiny ridges of muscle nearly begging attention. With a groan of his own, Brad dove in, his tongue washing over the tight little oval that led to paradise, and as he worked his tongue back and forth and around the tender center of the boy, he squealed and bucked. Brad rolled his tongue and stabbed at the boy's tight entrance, and he gasped when Ryan suddenly yanked hard on his hair again and again. The flavor of youth filled his senses as he lapped deeply of the young treasure, and he was suddenly filled with the desire to taste the very essence of this boy, his tartly-sweet elixir of youth, unobtainable from any other source on earth. Pulling back, he quickly returned to the rampant young erection, and once more engulfed it deeply as he resumed every ounce of expertise he had ever mustered in a non-stop effort to bring the heaving young boy to the brink, and then beyond. Falling into a steady rhythm, Brad sucked the boy relentlessly while his hand tugged and toyed with tight balls and a finger probed the boy's tight entrance, and in a matter of moments his wish was fulfilled as Ryan thrust strongly upward, and his young cock swelled and bucked inside Brad's drooling mouth, and then erupted. The warm, sweet nectar pulsed steadily, one jet rapidly followed by the next, and Brad relished each creamy offering as it presented, letting the frothy fluid linger on his tongue so that he might savor its warmth and taste before happily swallowing it down to make room for the next, and then to repeat the process until at last there was no more to offer, and he felt the boyhood began to wilt, and soften as it went small in his mouth. Reluctantly, he released the now spent boyhood, and he relinquished his grip on the now loose scrotum, and he sat up, looking down into the very flushed face of the panting boy. He grinned widely, and Ryan pasted a weak smile of his own on his sweaty face as he shook his head, and muttered, breathless with the effort, "WOW...!" Brad chuckled, and gently fingered the now small and soft cocklette as he slowly nodded his agreement with the comment, adding, "Oh Yea...WOW is right...!" There were to be two later encounters between Ryan and Brad before the boy returned home, and those can be described in additional chapters if anyone cares to hear it... Storyguy22@yahoo.com