Date: Tue, 7 Jul 2009 13:18:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek Subject: A Summer Thing (2) A Summer Thing By Storyguy22 (2) Even given Brad's limited experience with first time sexual experiences with young boys, he had become aware that following the intensity of the event, when the young ardor cools, and more rational thinking begins to return, there follows a period of sudden awkwardness that seems to overcome the boy, and Ryan proved to be no exception. Shortly after his surprisingly copious discharge into Brad's mouth he became boyishly shy, his slender fingers tugging the groping hand away from his now soft, small penis as he squirmed on the lounge pad, trying to hide his nakedness. Being sensitive to this strange phenomenon, Brad stood, and walked off toward the house, mumbling some comment about using the john. As he crossed the patio his peripheral vision caught Ryan reaching for his discarded swim trunks, and he chuckled, shaking his head at the wonders of youth. Mere moments ago the boy had been all to happy to be naked and hard under Brad's ministrations, but now that the moment of peak pleasure had passed, he seemed to be feeling some mixture of embarrassment, or maybe a bit of shame about what he had just done. The newness, Brad supposed, and some inner clash with his upbringing, all those paternal admonitions regarding the subject. He had seen it before, and the experience had taught him the best course of action was to give the boy some alone time to gather his emotions. Besides, it suited his own needs at the moment since he was suffering a very real need to get off himself, and this pause afforded him the perfect opportunity to take care of that matter. As he returned from the bedroom, heading back outside, Brad was surprised to find Ryan standing in the foyer, his towel wrapped around as much of his lithe body as he could manage as he seemed unable to meet Brad's eyes. He muttered something about having to get home, and that he would "see you around," and a pang of fear stabbed at Brad. Had he gone too far, he wondered, freaked the boy out so badly that he was going to run home and blurt the whole thing out to Grandma? Yikes! Brad placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, asking if he was alright, and he jumped like the hand had burned him. Brad tightened his grip, and bent to look him in the eye as he asked him, "Ryan...is everything okay...?...if I upset you, I'm sorry...we can sit and talk it out if you want...you should have stopped me of you didn't like what was going on..." Ryan sucked in a deep breath, his mop of Auburn hair stirring as he shook his head, and fixed Brad with a shy little smile. Pinkness crept onto his soft, smooth cheeks as he mumbled, "No, no...it's all good...maybe sorta confusing...but cool...and...well...I did like it...really...too much, maybe...!" And with that, he bolted, yanking open the front door, and hurrying through it as he bounded down the sidewalk, turning for home. Brad stood there watching him go, relieved by the parting comments, but still concerned for both the boy's well being, and for what, if anything, he might choose do next. With a sigh, Brad, decided that it was pretty much out of his hands anyway, so he went back inside, and tried not to worry. A long two days went by, and Brad had not heard a peep from Ryan. In spite of the warm weather he had not made an appearance to swim, nor had he shown up for the weekly lawn mowing. The good news was that neither had Grandma, or the police come pounding on the door. It was getting along into the late afternoon, and Brad had about decided that he wasn't going to see anything of Ryan again today, when the telephone rang. He picked it up, and couldn't help either the smile that crossed his face or the sharp jolt that went through his balls as his sweet melodic voice crossed the wires. "Um...Hi...it's me, Ryan." Struggling to control his sudden excitement, Brad replied gently, "Hi Buddy...how are things?" A brief pause followed, and then, "Good...yea, it's all good...I guess I missed mowing day, huh?" Chuckling, Brad and replied, "Naw...not really Pal...I mean, there is no set day for it...just anytime you feel up for it is cool." Ryan giggled softly, sounding more like himself again, and then he said with a sly tone of voice, "Feel up" for it, huh...?...yea...well maybe I do, actually...so anyway, I was, like, wondering...?" He stopped then, so Brad urged him, "Wondering what, Buddy?" "Well...if...uh...it's my Grandma's church bingo night...and so...I was wondering if...maybe I could come over...?" Brad let go with a big sigh, that singer shooting through his balls again as I quickly replied, "Absolutely you can come over...anytime...anytime at all, Ryan." "Cool...!" was the reply, then, "see you in a little bit, then." Before Brad could respond, the boy hung up, and he heard a dial tone on the line. He hung up, and tried not to pace as he eagerly awaited the arrival of the little Prince. Brad had no clue where the visit might go, and he had no intention of pushing it, but couldn't help but harbor hope of getting the boy out of his clothes again. The visual images that he was processing of that were so acute he had to force them from his mind lest he open the door to his arrival with an obvious hardon tenting his shorts. While Brad was mentally reviewing college Geometry tables as a distraction, the door bell chimed, and he forced himself not to dash to the door. As calmly as possible, he swung the door open, and that now familiar zing shot through his balls again as he faced the smiling Ryan. He was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, the jeans surprising Brad given the lingering heat of the day, but they were anything but a disappointment as they fit his slender hips and thighs snugly, and of course the delicious bulges of his boyhood were a mouth-watering site. He stepped inside, and they made the usual small talk as they moved to the living room, and took seats on the sofa. Ryan settled back, appearing comfortable with no outward signs of nervousness or discomfort, so Brad relaxed some, and they had a pleasant exchange, catching up on the past couple of days. After a while Brad offered a cold drink, and he walked off to the kitchen to retrieve them. As he returned to the living room he was pleasantly surprised to see that the boy had removed his tee shirt, and was sitting back on the sofa wearing only the jeans, his white tennis shoes, and a very sweet blush. Maintaining his cool demeanor as best he could, Brad handed Ryan his soda, and then settled in along side the boy. Ryan gave a quick sideways glance, apparently assessing Brad's reaction to his being shirtless, and Brad let his gaze drift hungrily over the boy's silky smooth torso, the eyes lingering on the small dark nipples. Ryan blushed anew, obviously well aware of Brad's intense gaze, and he muttered, "Uh...it's sorta warm in here...I should have worn some shorts, I guess..." Brad smiled at the boy, and shook his head as he replied, "You're right, it is warm in here...and as hot as you look wearing shorts, I actually really like the jeans, too...especially now that you got rid of the shirt...it's a very hot look, Ryan." The blush deepened a shade, and he grinned shyly, his long eyelashes flickering as he said softly, "You really think I'm hot...?...I mean, I'm not really anything special..." Brad chuckled, and risked extending his hand to stroke the boy's smooth shoulder, and upper arm, as he answered honestly, "Oh yes...I definitely think that you are hot...very much so...I thought that was clear from your last visit...?" The boy tensed slightly as Brad touched him, and a flight of butterflies swarmed his tummy as a chill ran down his spine. He shivered slightly as Brad touched his satin-like skin more boldly, the warm hand sliding down his arm, and then moving across the smooth flat tummy where he let it rest, the fingers causing his skin to tingle as his heart pounded inside his chest. He looked at Brad, and inhaled a deep breath as he became aware that his penis had gone fully stiff from the man touching him. Gosh, he thought, it feels so good...like before...and he knows I like it, too! Blushing even brighter, he met Brad's steady gaze, and said, "Nobody ever told me that before...that I'm...hot, I mean...but...well...I, um...oh jeez...I like it, okay...?...I like being hot for you...and I...well...I like you...touching me, too...oh, man...!" Brad held in check his rapidly growing desire to drop his hand down to grip the obvious erect boyhood that pulsed against the snug jeans, and he gave the boy a wide smile as he told him, "It's okay, Ryan...really it is...I'm really glad that you like feeling that you're hot...which you definitely are...and I'm very glad that you enjoy my touching you because I love doing it...making you feel great feelings... and I really don't think that we should deny each other those special feelings as long as we keep the things we do together our own business...I know you have some mixed feelings about it being wrong, but as long as no one is hurt by it, and we both enjoy it, where is the harm?" Ryan considered that for a moment, and his smooth chest rose and fell as he again inhaled deeply, and then released the breath. He looked down, his doe-like eyes fixed on Brad's hand gently stroking the soft skin of his tummy, and he felt another flutter of the butterflies there as his rigid boyhood throbbed in its tight confines. Finally, he nodded his head, and lifted his eyes to meet Brad's as he spoke very softly, saying, "I guess so...it's okay, I mean...and golly, I liked it so much...before, I mean...and...now...oh man...you touching me makes me all crazy...I get feeling so...!" Brad chuckled softly, nodding his understanding as he finished for the boy, saying, "So horny, I think...right...?" Ryan giggled nervously, his head bobbing as his soft cheeks glowed pinkly, and answered, "Oh man yea...for sure...!" Brad laughed along with the boy, as he trailed his exploring hand lower, the soft material of the jeans chafing against his palm as he felt the rock hard boyhood swell under his hand. He pressed against the stalk, and Ryan gasped loudly as Brad's groping fist closed around his erection. "OH BOY...!" he squeaked as Brad stroked him outside the jeans. "Nice, huh...feel good Ryan?" asked Brad, already knowing the answer. "Oh man, yea...awesome...!" chirped the excited boy. "Good...you just lie back now, Buddy...just go with it, and enjoy the feelings." An equally excited Brad told him. Ryan did just that, his head flopping back to the cushion back of the sofa as his slender legs parted widely to allow Brad full access to his boyhood treasures. His heart raced in his chest and his tummy fluttered madly as a myriad of amazing sensations washed over his slender young body. "Oh man!" he squealed again as Brad deftly snapped open the fly of his jeans, and slid down the zip. Brad's breath caught in his throat as the boy's fly slid open, exposing the front of the small white briefs the boy was wearing, and he quickly slid his hand down inside the parted fly. He felt the pulsing boyhood pressing against his exploring hand, and he grasped it firmly, squeezing the swollen stalk as he watched the boys flushed face. His eyes were closed, and his lush mouth gaped open as he savored the sensations the man's hand was eliciting in his young body. Eager to see this stunning young boy wearing only the small white briefs, Brad moved quickly to peel the jeans down the smooth legs, and off the small feet. He sat back a bit, his hungry gaze sweeping over the slender beauty of the boy, carving each nuance into his memory. The narrow shoulders and arms, and the silky smooth chest with its tiny nipples and the soft tummy with a couple of tiny rings of lingering baby fat ringing his narrow waist. The small briefs were snug as a second skin as they clung to his tiny hips and the front of them was strained with the pulsing erection that tented the fly. The bulge of his young balls was in clear definition, and there were slight indentations in the upper legs where the tight elastic dug into his skin. Brad was simply overwhelmed by the breathtaking beauty of the boy and he enthused, "My God, Ryan...you're just beautiful...perfect...here Buddy...stand up for me, okay...?...I want to see you...!" Ryan's eyes fluttered open, and he blinked rapidly as he stared at Brad, and then looked down to his lap, a small groan escaping his chest as he settled his gaze on his seriously tented little briefs, and the large hand gripping his aching erection. Without a word, he scooted forward, and then stood up, his eyes meeting Brads. Brad sat there speechless, looking the stunning boy up and down several times as he struggled to breathe. Shaking his head in disbelief of his good fortune, he told the shivering boy, "You're so perfect, Ryan...really...and so excited...so hard...and big...I could eat you alive!" Ryan blushed furiously in spite of his abject excitement and the fact that he was actually loving having Brad look at him so exposed and so obviously excited. His lithe body shuddered, and he reflexively thrust his pelvis out so that his oozing boyhood jutted forward, and he held his breathe as Brad reached out once more, and firmly gripped his erection while his other hand roamed over his smooth chest and stomach. The butterflies flooded his tummy again, and he felt his balls draw up tight as Brad's roaming hand closed around his pouch while the other hand continued to rub his swollen cock up and down. God, this was so amazing, he thought...intense...how can it not be right, he wondered. As much as Brad loved the boy in the tiny brief, he was burning now to relish the rigid boyhood in all its beauty, and he hooked his thumbs into the elastic waist of the small garment, tugging it downward. The young erection sprang free as Brad lowered the briefs, and it stood firmly off the pale groin and the sparse growth of brown pubes. The boy's balls were pulled tight between his smooth thighs, nestled in the pink and hairless pouch, and Brad felt the saliva fill his mouth as he drank in the stunning beauty and sexiness of the young teen boy. His hands shook as he moved them to claim his prize, one hand gripping the steel hard shaft as the other gently cupped the tight balls. He pumped the boy, and fingered his smallish balls, and Ryan sighed heavily as he once more splayed his legs widely. Brad saw the wetness on the gleaming knob of Ryan's cock, and he dipped his head to lap at the clear and tart nectar as Ryan rocked up onto his toes, a low groan coming from him as Brad washed the smooth head of his boyhood with his tongue. "OHhhh Gosh...oh, man...!" sang the boy. Unable to resist another second, Brad opened his mouth and eagerly engulfed the drooling erection, taking it fully inside his warm, wet mouth as his hand tugged gently on the balls. His head began bobbing steadily, and Ryan began a cadence of soft mewing sounds as his excitement rapidly grew to the boiling point. Surrendering the boys balls, Brad moved his hand around Ryan, and he gripped the firm globes of his pretty butt before dipping a finger inside his warm crease to tease at his sensitive core as his head moved steadily as he sucked the delicious young cock. Once again the multitude of new sensations proved too much for the boy to absorb, and in far to short a time his young balls reached the boiling point. His hips bucked back and forth as his hands suddenly gripped Brad's head tightly, and he began a low guttural growling sound. Brad felt the rigid boyhood swell and throb in his mouth, and then Ryan jammed his hips forward as the young cock erupted, a sudden ejaculation of warm, sweet semen flooding Brad's mouth in rapid jets that he happily swallowed down. As the flow abated the young penis softened, and slipped from Brad's lips as Ryan collapsed like a rubber doll, tumbling onto the sofa. He was panting like a sprint runner, and a deep flush coated his slim body, and in a moment of uncontrollable lust, Brad quickly pushed his shorts down, freeing his own rampant erection. Moving quickly, he positioned himself over the panting boy, and in no more than a half dozen rapid pumps, his cock exploded, spewing long streamers of his thick cum over the boy's smooth body. Spent, Brad dropped onto the sofa, and wrapped the boy in his arms, his copious discharge smearing wetly between them as they clung to each other, their pounding hearts hammering against each other as they cooled. Finally Ryan stirred, pulling away from Brad as he looked between them at the drying streaks of Brad's discharge, and he giggled sweetly, as he looked at brad and said, "Wow, Brad...you really shoot a lot of stuff...man...that was so awesome...and jeez...you got a really big dick, too...!" Too exhausted and drained to offer much in the way of a reply, Brad simply smiled and winked at the wide-eyed boy, and then took his slim body back in his arms as he savored the fresh scent of his hair and the lingering aroma of their orgasms that filled the room. Closing his eyes he gave silent thanks to whatever alignment of the stars had brought him this beautiful young boy, even if only briefly. (To Be Continued) Storyguyy22@yahoo.com