Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2004 13:58:03 -0800
From: Bob Hook <bobhook10@hotmail.com>
Subject: after school movie (part 9)

Mr. Carl and I stayed snuggled on his well trashed bed for a long time after
our intense coupling. I was still tingling from head to foot with the myriad
of new, and mostly wonderful, sensations that my small body had just
experienced, and a little concerned, at the same time, because I was
definitely aware of a stretched feeling in my tiny hole, and also aware of
feeling oozing fluid there, that I was afraid might even be blood! I
tentatively reached a hand behind me, and touched a finger to myself there,
and felt the thick, slightly sticky, fluid seeping out of me, and I
understood, then, that it was only Mr. Carl's man juices that I felt, and
was relieved when I looked at my fingers, and saw only white cream!

I relaxed some, and shifted, my head still lying against the man's hair
coated chest. His heart was pounding still, and the large chest still rose,
and fell, rapidly. I lifted my head, and looked at him, asking quietly, "You
Ok, sir?" Mr. Carl opened his eyes, and a small smile crossed his kind face,
and he nodded, and said, haltingly, "yes, boy....just need to...get my
breath...but....are YOU....OK, Robby?" I smiled wider, and nodded, saying,
"Oh yes, Sir....I'm really, really, OK......it was awesome, actually, Sir!"
Mr. Carl moved his big arms, and hugged me tightly, and replied,
"Good.....excellent...I'm afraid I may have gotten carried away, there,
Son.....didn't mean to be so excited...or to hurt you!" I snuggled my small,
naked body against the man, and told him, "It's OK, Sir....it just like,
scared me some, like at first!" I felt his big body expand, as he inhaled
deeply, then relax, as he exhaled, his hands rubbing the skin of my back,
and down over my little butt cheeks, a finger slipping into my cleft, and
gingerly touching my leaking hole. "OK, here, too, Son...?" He asked me,
quietly. "Yes Sir," I answered, "Feels kind of weird, actually, but Ok, yes
Sir."

Mr. Carl rolled me off him then, and got to his feet, walked naked to the
bathroom, and returned, with a wet wash cloth in his hand. He picked up my
legs, and bent them back again, spreading me open, then gently swabbed at my
little pucker with the warm cloth, commenting, "Hmmm.....looks fine,
Son...going too be just fine!" I nodded, and giggled, softly, at the nice
feelings I was having from his attention to me, there. He noticed, and
chuckled softly, and said, "Robby....my Robby boy...such a wonder!" He
returned the cloth to the bathroom, then came back, and sat his large body
on the edge of the bed, his hand touched my thigh, and stroked it gently,
then slid up, his stubby fingers lightly fondling my now tiny cock and
balls, and I felt the tingle, again, from his gentle touch. My eyes went to
his man cock, soft now, but still immense, in comparison to my own, and I
slowly reached out, and grasped it in my small hand, rubbing, and squeezing,
gently. He sighed, deeply, and a smile crossed his mouth. He placed a big
hand over mine, and lifted it away from his cock, placing it on the bed,
saying softly, "Not right now, Sweet Boy, I think this old man has had too
much excitement, already today!"

I was disappointed, the large instrument fascinated me, and I wanted to
further explore it, but I stayed quiet, sensing the seriousness of the man.
He stood then, and went out of the room. I lay there, reliving that past
hour in my mind, and, in all of the still singing nerves of my young body.
Mr. Carl returned, dressed now, in shirt, and pants, and approached the bed.
He took my hand in his, and gently pulled me up, telling me, "Let's go get
you cleaned up, Robby." and he led me into his bathroom. He turned on the
water in the large tub, and suggested I sit on the john, and try to expel as
much of his juice as I could, and I did that, then, stepped into the warm
bath, and sat, a bit gingerly. Mr. Carl began soaping my body, and I lay
back, fully relaxed, and gave myself over to yet another new sensation,
never before having been bathed by man!

It was wonderful I decided! He soaped my neck, shoulders, chest, thick
fingers exciting my tiny nipples, causing them to stiffen, and stand off my
chest. His slick hand rubbed across my smooth tummy, a finger stabbing my
inny, then down, and back up, each thin, hairless leg, then a soapy hand
gently cupping my small balls, stroking them, and tugging lightly on the
sack. My dick was filling out again, reacting to his gentle, all over,
touch! He had me get on my knees, and lean down onto the tub edge, opposite
him, and spread my legs, while he gently soaped my crack, and hole,
cleansing away the last traces of his presence, and I went fully hard, as I
moaned, from feeling him touch me there, again! I felt his big hand touch my
shoulder, applying a small pressure, to turn me to face him, still on my
knees, my boner pointed at him and quaking with my rapid pulse!

He soaped a hand, then gripped my hard nail, washing, and stroking, all at
once, and I moaned loudly, as I again felt the electric jolt between my
balls, and my tiny hole! "Ummmm....gooood....!" I moaned, and Mr. Carl
smiled, gently shaking his head, side to side. He finished his cleansing
tasks, then told me to stand, and he turned on the shower spray, the water
cascading over me, rinsing away the soap, and the remnants of our passion,
as Mr. Carl sat on the tubs edge, still stroking my now raging hardon! His
second large hand moved all over me, fingers pinching at my stiff little
nipples, rubbing my soft tummy, and cradling my small, hairless balls, as
the big fist worked my shaft, and he shook his head, again, telling me,
"Such a beautiful boy.....so soft....so hard...so warm, and perfect...!" he
chanted, quietly, then, leaned over, and slid my pulsing tool inside his
warm, wet, mouth! "Agggggg.....!" I chirped, my small hands going to his big
head, and grabbing on, as my knees trembled, and my body jerked, from the
hot contact!

Mr. Carl got directly into an intense rhythm, sucking my hard, small nail,
and playing with my tight balls, moving his head up and down my length, and
causing me to mew, with pleasure, my small hips moving back and forth, as I
felt on fire, my toes curling under the warm bath water! Sucking me with
fervor, now, small, tight grunts coming from his throat, Mr. Carl stroked
his large hand over the backs of my shaking thighs, pinching at my butt
cheeks, and tugging at my swinging balls from between my legs! I felt my
balls catch fire, and I went up on tiptoe, flexing my butt, and driving
forward, as I erupted, my creamy boy cumm pulsing into his sucking mouth,
jetting the warm juice over his tongue, as he gulped repeatedly, swallowing
my boy cream as fast as I could produce it! He pulled away, then, and I sank
slowly into the tub water, my heart pounding again, my boiled blood racing
through all of my veins, the star burst once again, dancing in front of my
eyes! He sat back, and stood, reaching for a big, yellow, towel, and held it
out to me, his gentle smile on his face.

I shakily stood, stepped out of the tub, and into the towel the man held
wide for me, and I shuddered, as he closed the soft, fluffy, material around
my small, naked body, and held me tightly! "Oh Robby....Robby.....!" he
uttered, somewhat breathless himself. I relaxed into his strong arms, and
lay my head on his chest, again feeling the pounding of his heart. He dried
me, then carried me into the living room, and piece, by piece, he dressed
me, and walked me to his door. "A most wonderful afternoon, young, sweet,
Robby.....quite wonderful!" he said. I nodded, and stood on my toes to
lightly kiss his joule of a cheek, saying, "Oh sir......yes, Sir!" He
actually blushed from my kiss! "Yes...well....now Robby....you'll need to
let your Mother know that I will be gone, tomorrow, and Monday. It's my
Sisters Birthday, and I'll be going for a visit, returning on Tuesday. So
Monday, after school, I won't be at work, though you can still go, and watch
the movie, if she likes." I nodded, greatly disappointed at this news, and
thinking it was a very long time until Tuesday, but replied, "Yes sir, I'll
tell her, and I hope you have a good trip, Sir." He nodded, smiled, and
snaked out his big hand, once again fondling my boy parts lovingly, then
sent me on my way.

Sadly, I was to never again see Mr. Carl. News came to my Mother, via Maria,
at the theater, that while at his Sisters house, in a city some miles away,
he had suffered a serious stroke, and was, for a long time, in a comatose
state, in a hospital there. My Mother checked with Maria, from time to time,
and eventually was told that his prognosis for recovery was poor, and that
he had been admitted to the Veterans Hospital in another far off city.

I was devastated by the sudden turn of events, and spent many hours alone in
my bedroom, grieving, and reliving, the incredible events of my times with
Mr. Carl. In later life, with additional maturity, and life experience, I
came, finally, to understand the value of our brief, but intense,
relationship. The man had gently, and wisely, steered me through one of
life's most treacherous minefields, and I emerged unscathed, a better, and
wiser person, for the experience. I take pleasure, now, in the security that
I brought pleasure, and adventure, to an aging man's lonely life, at a time
that was unknowingly near its end, and I'm thankful for that.

Writing this has been a great experience for me. As I stated at the
beginning, it's as true to life as I can recall the details, these many
years later. I thank each of you for reading, and commenting, as we relived
a piece of my youth. To this day, I have never walked into a movie theater,
without a moment of remembrance for Mr. Carl, and the many pleasures of The
After School Movie!

         The End

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