Date: Tue, 6 Dec 2005 12:15:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Another Rainy Day

   Yet another work of fiction, sadly, from storyguy22. All usual
disclaimer verbiage applies, and, as always, comments are gratefully
accepted.


   You complete your morning routine, and wander into the kitchen to pour
your first cup of freshly brewed coffee. You amble through the house, and
pause, to slide open the drapery on the living room windows. Another dreary
day, you think, as you gaze outside, noting the steady rainfall that has
lingered over the last few days. Settling into your office chair, you boot
up the computer, and check your empty email, then, navigate to your
favorite boy site on the internet, and began clicking through the latest
posts of thumbnails submitted to the site by your fellow boy lovers.

   As you slowly click through the pictures of the pretty young boys, you
hungrily absorb their slim youthfulness, delighting in the mass of exposed,
tender, boy flesh, the subjects being mostly clothed in scanty Speedos, or
better still, in the tiny briefs, that are so often the choice of young
boys everywhere. Your cock expands under your loose bathrobe, and quickly
reaches full hardness, as your mind conjures up visions of the small,
delicate treasures that lie just barely hidden from view in the stunning
photos you are viewing, one after the other. Your eyes drink in the smooth,
creamy skin of the small chests, and the soft little tummies, of the
beautiful lads, and you long to feel the satin smoothness of that butter
soft skin with your fingers, and lips. Your hand drops into your tented
crotch, your fingers dipping between the gaping folds of the loose fitting
robe, to slide over the steely hard shaft of your burgeoning erection,
before closing firmly around its girth. You shudder slightly, as you click
onto a shot of a particularly sweet looking boy of perhaps eleven, a
tow-head blond cutie, slim, and very boyish looking. Your eyes come to rest
on his tiny nipples, a pair of dime-sized dots on his perfectly smooth
chest, and the tip of your tongue unconsciously slips out to lick over your
lips, as you stare at the tiny nubbins, imagining how it would feel to lick
them, and gently suck each one in turn.

   Shifting your hungry gaze lower, you come to rest on the boys soft,
smooth tummy, and note with pleasure the small cave of his "inny" navel,
and shudder again, as you so clearly imagine yourself kissing him there,
and dipping your tongue tip into that soft, little concave depression, as
the boy squeals sweetly in his almost girlish voice. Your taste buds react
to the vivid mental image, and your mouth floods with saliva, as you can
very nearly actually taste his boyish flavor, and inhale the pure boy scent
of his flawless skin. You let your eyes drift onto his crotch, and gasp
audibly, as you focus on the tiny, white briefs, cut very high at the hips,
and the small pouch at the front, bulging deliciously with the tender
treasures that are concealed there. You shudder, again, as your mind
registers the desire that suddenly fills you, to open your mouth widely,
and close it over the alluring bulge that lurks behind the soft cotton of
the tiny briefs. You stroke the length of your throbbing cock, and let your
senses imagine the heat, and the suddenly growing firmness, that lies just
hidden behind the thin material, and you exhale your warm breath onto the
tender package, as you press the flat of your tongue against the stiffening
little boy nail.

   You lean back in your chair, your heart racing wildly in your chest, as
your eyes tear themselves from the barely hidden treasure. Moving lower,
you stare intently at the colt-like bare legs of the boy, so totally
smooth, and hairless, the knee caps slightly bulging, and darker, than the
well tanned thighs, and calves, as though the boy had recently been down on
his knees, perhaps even in dirt, somewhere. Your eyes drift upward, and
focus on the apex of the slender legs, and you again long to savor the
sensation of licking the baby soft skin of his inner thighs, before
swabbing his taut little scrotum with the flat of your tongue, gingerly
moving the small orbs that reside there, snugly inside the slightly
crinkled bag of skin. You imagine, and clearly see the event in your
feverish mind, as you hook your fingers into the elastic band of the tiny
brief, and slowly, ever so slowly, tug it outward, and down.

   The creamy lower belly, that small patch of heaven that are the scant
few inches of smooth skin between the boy's navel, and pubic bone, slides
into view before you. Your ragged breath catches in your throat, and you
shudder, as his completely hairless groin presents before your eager gaze,
and you once again clearly imagine licking him there, your tongue leaving
wet trails on his flawless skin, in that special place that all too soon
will begin to sprout the few silky pubic hairs that will foretell of his
budding puberty. Unable to forestall any longer, your imagination urges you
to continue, to tug the tiny briefs even lower, freeing the stiff little
penis, and allowing it to spring forth before your hungry gaze.

   Your heart lurches within your chest, and a guttural noise escapes from
your chest, as you focus on the rock hard boyhood that sways before you. He
is perfect, filling every one of your pent up desires, in one single,
amazing, tube of satin smooth boy flesh. Fully erect, he is perhaps three
inches of very proud boy cock, smooth as glass, and an incredibly healthy
tone of pink. He is nicely circumcised, and the rounded head is silky
smooth, and slightly shiny, flared a bit wider than the shaft itself, and
centered with a tiny slit that will someday soon provide a pathway for his
not yet developed discharge of watery boy nectar. The balls are a rounded
pouch, tightly tucked under the pulsing penis, hairless, and plump. The
scrotum is a slightly darker shade of pink, and the center line presents
clearly, as it dissects the twin little nuggets that make him totally
boy. You shudder again, as another strange sound rumbles deep in your
chest, and your mouth once again floods, as you clearly imagine leaning
close to these incredible treasures, his boyish scent filling your
nostrils. As you inhale the incredible smell of him, your tongue slides
forth, and swabs at the crinkled sac that is tucked snugly between his
smooth thighs, then, your mouth opens, and you capture the whole of the
crinkled bag inside your drooling mouth.

   Your tongue duels with each of the marble-sized orbs within, and you
gently capture the fresh flavored pouch, and suck it, as your fingers glide
lightly over the buttery skin of his inner thighs. He emits a soft mewing
sound, and stirs slightly, moving his smooth legs a bit further apart,
allowing your hungry mouth full access to his future sperm makers, and you
suck hungrily at the taut sac. As you feast on his smallish balls, you move
a hand upward, grazing your fingers lightly over the so soft skin of his
groin, before running them over the silky head of his penis, then, trail
them down the solid shaft. You grasp his throbbing boyhood, and stroke it,
as he emits yet another small squeal, and you suddenly hunger to feel his
pulsing member filling your drooling mouth. You release his saliva soaked
scrotum, and pull back slightly, staring in wonder at the small staff
wrapped in your fingers. You release your grip on him, and the cock waves
before your incredulous gaze, pulsing with his rapid heartbeat, as you
pause, feasting on his abject perfection, before leaning in, and sliding
your warm, wet, mouth down the length of his erection.

   Your taste buds explode once more, as the turgid tube slips fully into
your mouth, the spongy head bumping the soft tissues at the back of your
throat. The boy groans loudly, and you delight at the feel of his small
fingers threading through your hair, as he grips your head, keeping his
balance, as the new, and intense, sensations sweep over his lithe, young,
body. You pull back slightly, and swipe your tongue repeatedly over the
satin like head of his penis, then, once again slide the entire length into
you mouth. You find a rhythm then, applying all of your pent up skill, as
you suck the delightful member that pulses in your mouth. The boy tugs
harder at your hair now, his youthful excitement, and wonder, growing
rapidly, and rocks up onto his tip toes. He is emitting a steady cadence of
high-pitched little noises, as his young body is overcome with the intense
pleasure of the multitude of brand new sensations he is feeling. You slid
your fingers once again up the soft skin of his smooth inner thigh, and let
your fingers again gently grip his slightly swaying ball sac, as you
tenderly manipulate the plump balls in sync with your sucking of his solid
tube of boy meat.

   He is growing eager now, his soft squeals gaining in frequency, and
volume, as his body soars to never before felt heights, as his youthful,
and new, orgasm begins, deep within his small balls. You release his
spasming nuggets, and slip your arms around his shuddering body, and close
your palms over the twin globes of firm flesh that are his perfect
buttocks, and knead the tightly clenched melons, dipping a finger into the
warm crevice that divides them. He squeals again, reacting strongly to yet
another new input of sensation, as your finger presses against the
tightness of his tiny pucker. He tugs firmly at your hair, very nearly
painfully now, and thrusts his slim hips back and forth, stabbing your
throat with the spongy head of his throbbing boyhood. You sense that he is
there, hanging precipitously on the very edge of a stunning orgasm, and you
increase your pace, sucking him for full effect now, as your finger wins
the battle with his tightly clenched entrance, and lunges forth,
penetrating, and gaining perhaps an inch of depth inside his unbelievably
tight tunnel.

   You continue your steady movement of saliva filled mouth on turgid boy
meat, and dig your finger tip into his tiny prostate, nothing more than a
barely discernable bump on his rectal wall, and he squeals loudly, slamming
his small butt suddenly forward, as his rigid penis jerks inside your
suctioning mouth. His small body jerks strongly, and he pumps his slender
hips in rapid back and forth movements, and you long for his sweet, creamy
discharge to flood your hungry mouth, but know that it is not to be, not
this time, but soon, very soon. You revel in the intensity of his orgasm,
his lithe body a quivering mass in your arms, as he rides through a tidal
wave of unknown sensations, his young body racked with electric jolts of
pure pleasure, until he is spent, and suddenly totally exhausted. He
falters, and slowly sags downward, his slightly boney knees collapsing
under the intensity of his feelings, until he sinks slowly to the floor,
your finger slipping out of the amazing tightness of his tender chute. You
wrap your arms around his trembling body, and pull him close, soothing him
with soft words, and gentle caresses, as he struggles to regain his normal
breathing. He slowly lifts his flushed face, and gazes with wonder into
your eyes, and you smile, slowly nodding your head, silently telling him
that all is well, that he was, and is, a stunning specimen of the wonder of
the species known as, boy.

   The intensity, and volume, of your own guttural groan brings you to
sudden awareness, and you snap out of your trance, your eyes quickly
dropping to stare into your soaked lap, and you register slight
astonishment at the sight of your copious eruption of semen, where it coats
the folds of your bathrobe. You stare briefly, slightly incredulous, that
you have, in fact, experienced an intense orgasm that you were all but
unaware of. You smile, and once more turn your attention to the array of
boy beauty that paints your computer monitor, and happily decide that it
is, indeed, the perfect way in which to while away another rainy day.

The End
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