Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2005 14:35:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Very Good Day

A work of pure fiction from the churning mind of storyguy22@yahoo.com.
Read, and enjoy, assuming it is legal for you to do so. Comments are
gratefully accepted.



I smiled broadly as the city limits sign slid past my view as I drove out
of town. I actually had to laugh out loud, so bizarre, and perfect, had
been the circumstances surrounding the highly illicit boy-sex encounter I
had just enjoyed. I have been a closeted boy lover all of my adult years,
but remain largely frustrated in any actual sexual enjoyment of young boys,
due my deeply seated fear of being caught, and the rather unpleasant
consequences that would follow.

But this time, oh my! Some cosmic alignment of my personal karma must have
been in the air, for all of the small parts of this little drama to mesh as
they had. Some wise philosopher of life once said, quite sagely, I think,
that he would far prefer to be lucky, than good! How true! Let me share
with you the flawless series of events that resulted in the most intense
few moments of my life, so far.

It began when an old school chum who I had been largely estranged from in
recent years became suddenly, and seriously ill. He and I had been fast
friends as boys, and through college, and I had even served as best man at
his wedding. In recent years, our relationship had remained strong, if
distant, due to the geographical separation that had occurred as we moved
on with our adult lives. When the illness struck him down, and it was
decreed by the attending medical staff that he likely would not survive,
his wife had contacted me. I made arrangements for my absence from work,
and rushed to his location, several hundred miles from my own home town.
Being a single gay man, my only real obligation was to my work, and I had
plenty of vacation time coming, so there were no real problems with my
leaving on short notice. So the first small part of the drama occurs, with
my legitimate absence from home, and work, and with my presence in a far
off city where I am a virtual stranger.

I arrive barely in time to see my friend before his untimely demise, and
stay over after, to participate in his funeral service at the behest of his
widow. After laying my friend to his final rest, I stayed in town a few
more days to assist the widow through the reading of the will, and a few
legal, and financial necessities, and then prepare for my return home. As
it later turns out, this would be the second small part of the drama, the
mere fact that I quite randomly selected this particular day, and hour, to
begin my homeward trek.

The third in the series of telling events occurred after vacating my hotel
accommodations, and, as I stopped my late friend's house to say my goodbye
to his family. As I chatted pleasantly with his widow, she had told me that
she planned to pack the children off to the local water park as soon as she
found the time to deliver them there, giving her some much needed private
time. The children, as well, had been through much recent drama, and needed
to expend some energy. Hopeful of providing one last bit of assistance to
her, I inquired if I might relieve her of the delivery burden, and drop the
kids at the water park on my way out of town. This proposal was met with
much enthusiasm, and soon the two teens, and one preteen, were strapped
into my car, and we were off.

The fourth little piece of the puzzle dropped into place as I accompanied
the kids to the water park ticket window, to ensure their safe admittance
prior to my departure. It seems the water park had a daily headcount
limitation, and I didn't want to abandon the kids, should they miss the
entrance cutoff. It was as we stood in the sizeable line, that I first saw
him.

My heart did a minor flip in my chest, and I felt a definite twinge in my
balls, as well, as I stared at the most perfect specimen of boyhood that my
eyes had ever encountered, bar none! He was probably eleven, or a very
recent twelve, and so completely toe-head blond, that his hair was almost
actually white. The paleness of his longish hair contrasted beautifully
with the golden bronze of his rich suntan, and his thin eyebrows stood out
in marked contrast to his tanned, and yes, pretty face!  He was on the
small side, actually petite in build, and I guessed him to be about five
feet, and maybe a hundred pounds, barely. The only clothing marring his
slim frame was a pair of shorts, or possibly swim trunks, mid-thigh length,
and fairly snug, pleasantly unlike the long, and baggy, fashion so widely
preferred by today's youth. The garment clung nicely to his small, and
nicely rounded butt cheeks, and as he fidgeted, the material wedged between
those firm globes, and gave nice definition to his tight little cleft. The
front of the shorts offered a hint of bulge, and I idly wondered if he was
erect, given that one wouldn't actually expect much of a protrusion to be
visible from the average eleven year old boy cock in the flaccid state.

He was shirtless, save for a towel draped carelessly over one smooth
shoulder, and his chest, and soft looking tummy, were as smooth as
glass. His boyish chest lacked any real definition, and was dotted tiny,
dime-sized nipples. His legs were firm, and totally hairless, and ended at
small feet, ensconced in the typical pool wear flip-flops. I let my eyes
drift over his beauty once again, then, rest on the delectable hint of
bulge at his crotch, as I felt myself salivate, as if anticipating the
wholly boyish flavor of his hard little boy nail in my mouth. I shifted my
feet, and resisted the need to adjust my thickening cock! I noted with
interest, as I watched him, that he spoke to no one, and I concluded that
he was alone in the line, though perhaps meeting someone already inside.

Bit by bit, the small elements of the saga continued to gel perfectly, as
my charges reached the head of the line, and were granted admission. I bade
them goodbye, and watched them enter the crowded park, then, quickly fade
from sight in the large crowd. My little slice of heaven was perhaps
another ten minutes from the ticket booth, waiting patiently, still
conversing with no one as he inched forward on line. Reaching a quick
decision, I stepped back into the line, and purchased a ticket, then
quickly slipped through the turnstile, and secured a nearby perch to await
the arrival of my own little wet-dream. Soon, his white hair was visible at
the ticket booth, and my cock thickened still more, as I anticipated his
entrance to the park.

The little heart-breaker passed through the turnstile, and paused, glancing
around. Much to my utter surprise, he looked straight at me for a moment,
then, walked the short distance separating us, and stopped inches in front
of me! "Excuse me, Sir, do you know what time it is?" came the melodic
voice, high, and clearly unchanged. I hesitated a second, slightly
befuddled by his approaching me, rather than the other way around, then
said, "Uh, sure, Son, it is, uh, just past 9:30." He frowned briefly, and
sighed, his satin smooth chest rising and falling. "Is there a problem,
young man?" I inquired, and he looked at me, again directly zinging my
balls, as I noted his sky-blue eyes. He took another deep breath, and gazed
back at the thinning entrance line, then frowned again. "Maybe," he
answered, "I'm, uh, supposed to meet my friend here, actually, out there."
He said, again scanning the dwindling line outside the gate. "I see," I
said, "and I gather he is a no-show?" The boy shrugged his creamy smooth
shoulders, and squeaked, "Maybe so, I just don't see him anyplace." His
silky blond hair hung in delicate strands over his now very wrinkled
forehead, and a worried look painted across his pretty face. "Well,
probably some last minute thing came up, and he was forced to change his
plans." I suggested, "Maybe you had better find a phone, and call him, or
call your parents." His furrowed brow deepened, and he replied, "That's
just it, my parents dropped me off here to meet him, on their way out of
town. I'm supposed to stay at my friend's house, like, all weekend." He
paused, again looking toward the entrance, and his frown deepened, as he
noted the absence of any remaining line, and the posted "sold out" sign on
the gate. "Oh man!" he uttered.

I reached out a hand, and ruffled his silky blond locks, my dick reacting
to the softness of it, and offered, "Well, I'm sure there will be a phone
nearby, and you can call him, get things straightened out." He sighed
deeply, and looked at his small toes, and squeaked, "I don't have any money
for a phone, I just had my ticket money, cause Jimmy's mom is supposed to
have my other money, and my stuff." I bent down on one knee, and looked
into his damp eyes, and said, "No problem, Son, lets go find a phone, and I
will supply the change for the call." The corners of his lush mouth turned
slightly upward, and his eyes brightened slightly, as he cocked his snow
white eyebrows, and said, "Really, Mister, would you?" I smiled, and
answered, "Sure, Son, not a problem. By the way, my name is Bill, and you
are^Å?" He let the smile happen then, and my balls swapped sides of my
scrotum, as I felt the beauty of his smile radiate forth. "Jason, uh, my
name is Jason, Sir." I chuckled, and ruffled his angel soft hair again,
saying, "No need for the "sir," Jason, we are buddy's on a little adventure
now, so just call me Bill." He grinned some more, and my balls switched
sides again, and he squeaked sweetly, "OK, cool si..uh^ÅBill!" I patted his
warm, creamy back with my palm, rubbing him gently, and stood. I offered my
hand, and he took it, his small, delicate hand getting pretty much lost in
my own. "OK, sport," I said, "let"s go find that phone." I started walking,
and his grip on my hand tightened, as he fell into step beside me. "Jeez
Bill," he said, "this is, like, really nice of you to help me, I was
getting kinda scared, actually!" I chuckled, and replied, "Not at all,
Jason, I'm happy to get to meet such a fine young boy, and be of some
service, at the same time." He giggled softly, and said, "Well, still,
you"re really nice!" Indeed, said the spider to the fly, I thought.

We located a bank of pay phones, and I supplied the promised change, as
Jason deposited the coins, and dialed a number. He listened for several
rings, the frown returning to his sweet face, then looked at me, and said,
"Oh man, nobody is answering!" I feigned thoughtfulness for a moment,
furrowing my brow to equal Jason's, then said, "Hmm, well, they are
probably on the way here, to meet you, and just got held up." He looked up
at me, and put a hopeful look on his sweet face, and nodded. "I guess so."
he said. We stepped over to a nearby bench, and I sat down, pulling the boy
close to me. I put my hand on his smooth back again, and rubbed his silky
skin gently, saying, "Well, Jason, it looks as if we will just need to wait
for your friend to arrive, do you want to go ahead and do some swimming, or
are you hungry, or..?" I asked him. He blinked rapidly, and looked in my
eyes, a tiny smile not quite escaping, and squeaked, "You mean, um, well,
so, uh, your, like, gonna stay with me, then?" I smiled, and rubbed a bit
lower on that satin skin, my fingers trailing into the elastic waist band
of his trunks, and nodded, saying, "Absolutely, of course, you don't think
I'd abandon my new buddy, do you?" He blinked some more, and shook his head
no, saying softly, "Guess not, not somebody so nice, like you!"

I gave him my best "Uncle Bill" smile, and gently lifted him up, sitting
his cute little butt in my lap, and placing my hand on his bare thigh,
stroking his creamy skin softly, and said, "That's right, little buddy, old
Bill is going to take care of you until your friend shows up, if it takes
all day." He grinned sweetly, and nuzzled his head into my chest, and
mumbled, "You're really a nice man, Bill." Yea, right! I felt blood rushing
into my inflating cock, as his tight little melons squirmed around on my
lap, and I opened my legs slightly, allowing my turgid meat to poke gently
against his cleft. He felt it, no doubt, his white eyebrows lifted, and his
eyes went slightly wider. He held that look for a second, and I flexed it a
bit, again letting him feel it press that snug little crack. His satin
smooth cheeks flooded pink, and his lush lips parted into a smile, showing
his small, white teeth in perfect rows. He brought one hand up to his
mouth, and stifled a small giggle as it escaped him. I smiled at him, and
flexed my tool again, and asked, "What..?" He suppressed another giggle,
and said, very softly, "Your dicky is all stiff, huh?" I nodded, and poked
his cute little butt again, and answered, "Having a pretty little butt like
yours sitting on him always makes him stiff, Jason." He blushed some more,
and squeaked, "You think I got a cute butt?" I nodded again, and replied,
"Well, I cant' really be sure, because I can't actually see it, but I bet
it is cute, very cute, in fact, just like I bet the rest of you is very
cute, too." I flexed the old rod again, and added, "For sure Bill junior
likes it!"

He giggled, and blushed sweetly, his near-white toe head nodding, and
squeaked, "Yea, huh, guess he does." I looked into his eyes, and slid my
hand higher on his silky thigh, my fingers just wandering into his lap, and
making gentle contact with his scrunched up balls where they were trapped
between his thighs. "How about Jason junior, is he all stiff, too?" I asked
sweetly, and jostled his small nuggets with my fingers. He blushed, and
nodded his head, and mumbled, "Uh huh." I winked at him, just two
conspirators sharing a "guy thing," and said, "Cool Jason, very cool, I bet
yours gets stiff lots, huh, mine was always going hard when I was your
age." He giggled some more, and nodded again, the very sexy pink shade
still flush on his cheeks. I gave him another wink, and said, "And I bet
you rub it, and touch it all over, when it gets stiff, cause doing that
feels so good, huh?" He rolled his eyes at that, and the pink got a tad
more red, and he nodded rapidly, and squeaked, "Yes!" I grinned, and told
him, "Good boy, Jason, that's exactly the right thing to do, and it's what
I do with mine, too!" He looked a little surprised at that, his eyebrows
climbing again, and he squeaked, "Really^Å?...you do that, too?" I nodded,
and answered, "Sure, all the time^Åwell^Åunless I have a friend to do it
for me^Åthat's, like, a hundred times better, then!"

He stared at me then, and I seized the moment to again prod his delectable
butt with my hard-on, and inched my fingers a bit further into his lap,
pressing gently on his snug balls. He flinched slightly, and opened his
lush mouth, forming a small "O" with his full lips. "Like that?" I asked
him, and he nodded rapidly, squeaking, "Really^Å?...you got, like, friends
who, uh, rub on your dicky?" I nodded, and gave him another sage wink, and
answered, "Sure, and I do it for them too, so both of us feels really
good." Again the eyebrows lifted, and he blushed deeper still, and said,
almost a whisper, "Could we do that, Bill, me and you, I mean, um, well,
uh, both of is all stiff, and stuff, right?" I poked his sweet ass crack
again, and glanced around, then answered, "Sure, little buddy, if you want
to, but there are too many people around here." He looked around then, too,
and said "I know this place over there we could do it, sometimes I done it
to myself when I got stiffed up here before." He nodded toward some storage
type buildings off to the left of our position. I smiled, and replied,
"Really, well cool, it's always good to know secret places, wherever you
go, just in case you need to fix Jason junior in a hurry!" He giggled, and
stammered, "Uh huh!"

I lifted his slim body off of my lap, and stood, taking his small hand in
mine. "Well, little buddy, lead on, take me to this secret place where we
can fix our stiff juniors!" He grinned, and led me off toward the row of
buildings. We walked around behind the buildings, and he led me to the one
in the middle, and stopped. He bent down to move some boxes away from the
building, and I damn near shot my load from eyeing his perfect bubble butt
as he pointed it directly at me as he bent over! The boxes out of the way,
he gripped the bottom of the siding, and pulled, and a small section popped
free, leaving an opening large enough to scoot through, and enter the
building. He stooped, and slid inside, and I quickly followed. He reached
back through the opening, and restored the section of siding, so that
anyone passing would notice nothing awry. A very cleaver fellow, my little
blond buddy! I looked around the building, and noted that it stored several
large tarps, and various winterizing types of equipment, and decided that
this was the storage location for the parks winter equipment, and would
definitely not be needed today. The chances of anyone entering the building
were near zero, and I began to relax. Jason was standing next to me,
looking very proud of himself, and I bent down on one knee, letting my hand
lightly stroke his smooth back, and said, "Good job, Buddy, this is a great
secret place, for sure!" he smiled, and nodded, and said, "yea, huh, I been
in here, like, lots of times, and nobody ever knows!"

I grinned, and lightly gripped his bare leg, just below the hem of his swim
suit, and worked my fingers upward, lightly rubbing his creamy smooth skin,
until I again encountered his snug balls. I tickled them with my fingers,
and asked, "I bet Jason junior would feel lots better if we took off your
trunks, and let him out." He nodded his head rapidly, and squeaked, "OK."
Encouraged by his compliance, I moved my hand fully into his clothed
crotch, and gripped his turgid little boy cock in my fingers, and squeezed
it gently. He groaned softly, and I said, "Oh my yes, Jason, Mr. Junior
here really wants to be let out!" He moaned again as I rubbed his small
length in my fingers, and squeaked, "Yea, for sure!" I let go of his boy
nail, and hooked the elastic of his trunks in my fingers, and slid them
down his hairless legs, and they puddled at his small feet. I lifted each
trim little ankle, and removed the garment completely, leaving the
beautiful young boy completely naked, standing before me. I let my eyes
drink in his nakedness, and incredible beauty, and swallowed hard. If ever
I had questioned myself on the reasons for my attraction to tender young
boys, I certainly now had my answer, in spades!

He was heart-stopping perfection, every inch of him smooth, and blemish
free. Totally hairless, his tanned body virtually glowed with his beauty,
and incredible sexiness. His pale hair appeared almost opaque in the faint
light of the building, and his eyes glowed like cat eyes as he watched me,
a tiny smile on his lush mouth. His slim chest expanded and contracted
slightly with his elevated breath rate, and his tummy was soft, and flat,
dotted perfectly with a small, concave, navel. His torso tapered perfectly,
and gently, at the juncture with his slim, smooth legs, and his hairless
groin was a stark white in contrast to the sun ripened portions of his
body. His proud little boy cock stood out at an angel from his groin, rock
hard, and swaying gently, as it throbbed with his rapid pulse. It was thin,
and maybe a tad over three inches in length, nicely cut, and the satin
smooth head flared slightly wider than his shaft, surrounded by a firm ring
of skin at the crown, and centered with a tiny pee slit. The shaft was no
more than an inch in circumference, and smooth as a glass tube, ending just
above his tight little scrotum. The sac was totally hairless, and perfectly
dissected by the tight seam of flesh that ran from front to back. His
nuggets were small, and tight to his body, and I felt my mouth water, as I
imagined capturing the tight little marbles in my mouth, and sucking them
gently. His legs were thin, and toned, and showed no more sign of down than
the rest of him. He was, in a word, stupendous, and I felt my heart
pounding inside of my chest as I looked at him, pure lust, and desire,
boiling inside of my aching balls. "You are very beautiful, Jason!" I told
him throatily, "Incredible, all of you, and most especially Jason Junior,
who I am most proud to meet!" I reached out slowly, and played my palm up
under his snug little sac, gently hefting his marbles, as if gauging their
weight, then gently cupped them. He groaned, and made a sound like a
purring cat, as I gently manipulated his balls with my fingers.

I continued to toy with his smooth little balls, and used my other hand to
stroke the soft, creamy skin of his chest, and soft little tummy. I rolled
his tiny nipples between my fingers, and smiled, as they grew stiff, the
erected centers pointing outward like micro pencil erasers. He moaned
softly as I ran my fingers across his flat tummy, and dipped into his
concave little navel. I released his firm little sac, and closed my fingers
around his rock hard little boner, and stroked it, as he rolled his head
back, and thrust his slim hips forward, seeking to increase the friction my
hand was providing his turgid little nail. I ran my free hand up and down
the insides of his satin smooth thighs, letting my fingers graze over his
wrinkled scrotum each time I changed legs. I looked up at him, and smiled,
seeing the dazed, and lust filled expression on his pretty face. "Feel
good, Jason?" I asked him, and he opened his eyes, looked down at my hands
touching his intimate parts, and slowly stroking his dick, nodded his head,
and squeaked, "Uh huh, for sure!" I chuckled, and replied, "See, Buddy, I
told you someone else touching you was much better!" He nodded again, and
moaned, as I slid my thumb rapidly across his now damp cock
head. "Hmm^Ålittle Jason likes that, I think!" I told him, and he shivered
from head to toe, as I did it again, and then again. "UMmmm^Å..Oh^Å!" he
croaked, and I gently cupped his firm nut bag, squeezing a bit, to put him
off shooting his boy load too soon. He grunted, and exhaled a deep breath,
releasing a portion of his tension.

I eased up on stimulating his super sensitive head, and resumed fisting his
pulsing cock, and was rewarded with a tiny tear drop of his precum oozing
from the tiny slit. I watched, as it formed into a tiny pearl, then leaned
in, and swabbed my tongue over his spongy cock head, capturing the nutty
tasting fluid. He flinched, his pretty blues going wide, and squeaked, "OH
wow^Åjeez!" I pumped the turgid meat again, and another tiny drop presented
itself, so I licked it again. "Ohohohoh..!" he chirped sweetly, his voice
sounding high, and girlish. I looked up at him, and grinned, then asked,
"Ever been sucked, Jason, ever put this pretty boy cock inside somebody's
mouth?" His head move side to side rapidly, and his wide-eyed stare was
fixed on my hand moving the silky skin of his drooling cock back and forth
over his acute hardness. "Well, now's the time, Buddy, old Bill is
definitely going to suck this pretty meat, and swallow every drop of the
cum that these cute little balls can give me." He nodded rapidly again, the
pretty blond head almost a blur, and squeaked, "Oh please!" I chuckled, and
again clamped onto his tiny nuts, cooling him down a bit. "Promise, Buddy,
it's going to happen, just not quite yet." He groaned, and his body
shuddered, his pretty cock bouncing sweetly in front of my face.

I left his cock alone then, concerned that he might lose it, and blow his
load before I wanted it. I tickled his cute balls a while, and gently
squeezed the snug sac, and worked a finger up into his firm perineum,
applying external pressure to his prostate. He yelped slightly, and
shuddered again, and I pressed harder, as he emitted a deep moan. I gripped
his slim waist, and spun him around, pressing on his smooth back, so that
he leaned forward onto a big carton that was there. His sweet little butt
was fully exposed mere inches in front of my face, so white in comparison
to his tanned body, it almost glowed in the dim space. I released a moan of
my own at the sight of the smooth globes, firm and tight, and perfectly
separated by his narrow cleft. I reached out, and gripped each melon in my
hands, and kneaded the slightly spongy flesh, then leaned in, and ran my
tongue over each mound. He squealed softly, and uttered, "Oh gosh, oh wow!"
I nipped at one creamy globe gently with my teeth, then used both hands to
part the succulent melons slightly, bringing his tiny, pink, pucker into
view. My heart skipped a few beats, as I gazed at his very core, a tiny
oval, surrounded by small, tight, ridges of tissue. The color was a perfect
pink, and the area was devoid of any hint of hair, and his scent was
perfectly fresh, with a hint of soap, and totally boy. I inhaled deeply,
savoring the heady aroma of him, and pressed my face into him, my tongue
thrusting against that tight little pucker. He jumped, and hissed out a
stifled squeal, as I lapped at his sweet hole, my hand reaching around him
to stroke his throbbing cock. I ate that sweet boy pussy until my jaw
threatened to lock up, stabbing my tongue tip into his ring over and over,
even managing some slight penetration a few times. He mewed constantly, and
thrust his cute butt back at me, yearning for more of the brand new
sensation my tongue was providing him.

His granite hard boy cock was drooling a steady flow of his slick fluid
now, and I knew he was very close to the moment of no return. I reluctantly
withdrew my tongue from his warm cave, and turned him to face me, his
turgid cock slapping against my cheek, as I positioned him in front of
me. I smiled up at him, and said, "I promised, Buddy, and now, I'm going to
deliver." He watched me, wide-eyed, as I slowly slid his shiny wet cock
head inside my mouth, and sucked it. "AGgggg^Å.oh^Å!" He sang, and I sucked
in another inch, my fingers again teasing at his snug balls. I worked my
tongue against the smooth underside of his meat, and slid the rest of its
length into my mouth, and paused. With his sweet meat totally embedded in
my mouth, I rolled my head back slightly, and looked up, and into his
eyes. He stared down at me, wide-eyed, and his jaw hanging slackly, as I
rolled his tiny balls in my fingers, and tongued his cock. "Oh wow^Å!" he
chirped, and I felt his stiff shaft jump in my mouth. Knowing he was about
there, I got busy, and poured every bit of my pent up desire to do this
into this blow job. I moved my mouth over his drooling length, and fondled
his balls in my fingers, savoring the flavor of his leaking fluids, and
completely relishing the sensation of having his sweet boy meat in my
mouth. His hands came down, and tangled into my hair, as I picked up my
rhythm, and brought him to the brink. He grunted loudly, and tensed his
slim body, his thin prick jerking in my mouth. I felt his small nuggets
pull upward in their sac, and explode, then, his watery boy load spewed
across my tongue in several strong bursts, and slid down my swallowing
throat. He pumped his hips, and tugged fists full of my hair, as his orgasm
shook him to the core. He had finished shooting his cream, but his slim
body remained racked with spasm, and he continued to pump his slim meat
into my mouth several more times. Finally, he was finished, and slowly
slumped to the floor beside me, his wilting cock slipping from my lips.

The dazed look on his flushed, and pretty face, was beautiful, and he
opened his eyes to look at me. A slow smile painted across his face, and he
sucked in a deep gulp of air, and said, softly, "Oh jeez, that, is
amazing!" I grinned, and nodded, ruffled his soft, silky, hair, and
replied, "Yup, amazing!"

We lay there quietly for a bit, Jason recovering his normal breathing, and
hear rate, and I slowly ran my hands over his incredible young
body. Reaching his now flaccid, and tiny, boy cock, I fondled it gently,
and fingered his sweet little nut sac. He shifted then, and scooted into a
sitting position beside me. His sweet little packaged looked so damn cute,
soft, and hanging between his smooth, thin, thighs. His eyes drifted to my
swollen crotch, and widened, when he saw the huge tent of my very erect
cock pushed out in my shorts. He moved his eyes to meet mine, and a small
grin crossed his sweet face, and he squeaked, "Can I see yours, Bill?" My
heart flipped again, and without a reply, I reached down, and snapped open
my shorts, lifted my butt, and pushed them down my thighs. My rock hard
cock sprung free, and slapped against my abdomen, throbbing, and drooling,
the slick head an angry red shade. Jason's eyes widened again, and he
muttered, "Oh jeez, wow, that's, like, huge!" I watched, enthralled, as his
small hand snaked forward, and his thin fingers closed around my pulsing
shaft. I groaned, and fought the serious urge to unload, so electric was
the sensation of his small hand touching my aching cock,

I watched, as his hand slowly stroked the length of my cock, the smallness
of his hand actually making my average six incher look much bigger. He
moved his other hand in, and tentatively fingered my swollen balls, then
cupped them, tugging slightly, as he continued to work my meat in his
fist. It was a sight I had dreamed of, and surrendered countless hours of
sleep to, and I was totally overcome with lust at finally, finally, living
the dream. Jason relaxed, and eased into an incredible rhythm, rapidly
driving me over the edge of my pent up passions, as my balls emitted a
dull, deep, aching sensation, and my cock swelled in his small, soft hand,
and erupted, long, thick, ropes of my cum arching high in the air, then,
splattering in thick streams, and globs, over my heaving chest, and
stomach. He squealed sweetly as I exploded, his eyes wide, and fixed, on my
strong ejaculation. Spent, I sagged back to the floor, and he pumped my
wilting dick a few more times, and let it go. He smiled sheepishly at me,
and squeaked, "Wow!" I chuckled, and reached down to grasp his smooth,
naked body, then, pull him over on top of me, my sticky load smearing
between our naked bodies. I held him, and kneaded the succulent flesh of
his tasty ass, as he giggled softly at feeling my slime smear his soft
tummy, and said, his breath warm against my chest, `Ewww!" I laughed, and
gently swatted his pretty ass a few times.

Along with recovery, sadly, comes logic, and I began to realize the perils
of our position, and naked condition, and decided that we had better square
away, and get out of the storage building, lest some employee make an
unexpected appearance. We got to our feet, and used Jason's towel to
eradicate the copious mess of my discharge from our sweating bodies. I
restored my clothing, and as I watched Jason starting to step into his swim
trunks, I smiled. His sweet little cock had once again hardened, and stood
swaying from his smooth groin. I chuckled, and reached out to grip it,
pulling him closer. He looked down, and giggled sweetly, then yelped, as I
leaned down, and once again engulfed his tasty treat to its base. His
fingers played in my hair, as I rapidly sucked his succulent tool, and
toyed with his beautiful balls, this time going straight for the gold, in
the interest of time. It couldn't have taken more than four, or five,
minutes before I was again rewarded with the slightly acrid taste of his
boy cream jetting into my throat, but it would be four, or five, minutes
that would be with me a lifetime.

We emerged from our secret place, and restored the lose siding, and the
concealing cartons, then returned to the bench where the whole incredible
adventure had begun. I ruffled Jason' soft, silky, blond strands, and
placed a soft kiss on his satin smooth cheek, and told him to go look for
his friend. I instructed him to return if he couldn't find him, and I would
make sure he got taken care of. If he located his friend, then he should
just walk by me with him, so I would know he was OK. He smiled that
to-die-for smile, and nodded his oh-so-blond head, and squeaked sweetly,
"Ok Bill, and, uh, thanks, OK?" I grinned back at him, winked, and replied,
"My pleasure, Little Buddy, believe me, it was my pleasure!" He giggled
once more, nodded gently, and walked away, my eyes locked onto his
glorious, little, bubble butt. A few minutes passed, and I saw him. He was
walking beside another boy-cutie about his age, followed by a somewhat
relieved looking woman, no doubt the friends Mother. She was rattling on a
string of concerns, and relief, at locating Jason as they passed some six,
or eight from my position. As they went by me, Jason glanced over quickly,
and flashed me his killer grin. I smiled, and winked at him, again drooling
over his perfect butt, as they went out the gate, and faded from sight. I
released a deep sigh, glanced heavenward, and whispered softly, "Thanks,
Big Guy!"

And so, here I am, homeward bound. As I accelerated the car up to freeway
speed, I glanced I the rear view mirror, seeing the fading skyline of the
city that brought me my dream. A city I had not been in previous to this
trip, nor was I likely to return. I had but one real acquaintance there,
and was known to him only as "Bill." I reached into the passenger seat, and
lifted Jason's towel, brought it to my face, and inhaled deeply. I smiled
the smile of the very contented, the smile of one who was having a very
good day!

The End
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