Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2011 15:09:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Aussie Boy (2)

Aussie Boy
By
Storyguy22
(2)

   I was close to wearing out the carpet in my room from my pacing as I
impatiently awaited an appearance from my little Aussie hottie the next
morning. I had slept well, but anticipation of what events might unfold
over the course of this new day had brought me to full alertness around six
this morning, and I had paced and swilled coffee ever since I had finished
a room service breakfast. It was summing up on ten o'clock now, and the
morning was beginning to seem about a week long. Finally, a gentle rapping
on my room door caused a squadron of butterflies to take flight through my
stomach as I hurried over to pull it open.

   There he was, my stunning little Aussie in the flesh. Well, almost in
the flesh anyway, his lithe body covered in strategic places by a pair of
white tennis style shorts and a button-up shirt that he had chosen to not
button so that his smooth chest and soft little tummy were on display. Not
that it mattered one whit to me, the boy could have worn a burlap sack and
it would still take my breath away just to see him. He flashed one of his
mega-watt smiles, and trooped through the door with a "ga-day Mate" spoken
in that sweet Aussie twang I had come to love, and after I had shut the
door and locked it, he kind of melted into me, and I wrapped my arms around
him, savoring the sensation of his petite body against me and the heady
boyish scent of him. He hugged me, and then took my hand in his and led me
over to the small sofa where we sat down, bare legs in contact.

   We chatted a bit, sharing the highlights of our respective mornings, and
after several minutes of this idle chatter, Shawn, in that always a bit
surprising direct way of his, dropped his hand in his lap and very
obviously began kind of squeezing at that delicious boy-cock I was all too
aware lurked behind those cute shorts, and he flashed me that sly grin of
his as he unabashedly proceeded to tell me how really great our time in the
spa last evening had been for him, and he had been barely able to contain
himself from jerking off while he had showered this morning. He went on to
tell me, in that between-the-eyes way of his, that all that thinking of how
I had played with his "willie" and then actually sucked it as he delivered
an offering of that sumptuous boy-honey had him feeling incredibly horny
for more of the same, and that it had seemed like his parents were never
going to get moving this morning so that he could be with me
again. Whew. All that kind of was delivered in one long burst of words
spoken in that lilting Aussie accent, and while he had once again managed
to blow me away with his directness, I did manage to maintain enough cool
to get the message, and I quickly pushed his hand away from his little
treasure, and grasped it myself. My God, the boy was as hard a nail again,
his rigid erection pulsing under my grip as I squeezed it and rubbed its
length while I told him how incredible I too thought our spa adventure to
be, and that I too had been unable to think of anything else since. He
settle back onto the cushion and splayed those coltish legs as I fondled
him, and he let out a long sigh and uttered something about how good it
felt to have me touch him again. That of course was very good news to me
because I fully intended to spend every second of this day possible doing
just that, touching him, licking and sucking him, and consuming as much of
his pearly nectar as I could coax from his tender young balls.

   My hand steadily exploring his hard nail, I leaned in and licked his
dime sized nipples, moving between them as I lapped and sucked at each
small nubbin while he made soft noises of pleasure and tugged at my hair
with his slender fingers. The aroma of him was breath taking, so all fresh
boy with just a lingering hint of soap from his recent shower, and his
young erection seemed to grow harder still, and my own cock throbbed inside
my shorts. Sitting back up, we traded looks that easily belied our mutual
lust and passion, and I quietly suggested we get rid of our clothes, and
move to the bed. Shawn nodded his agreement, and stood up, his boner poking
severely at his small shorts, and in a flash he had shed his shirt, and
then the shorts. Underneath he was wearing a pair of the smallest and
sexiest little briefs I had ever seen, a kind of wild pattern cotton that
clung to his excitement delightfully. He grinned at my gapping expression
as I eyed his charms, and then he kind of skipped over and hopped onto the
bed. I quickly peeled my shirt off, and then dropped my shorts to the
floor, and then followed my own protruding erection over to the bed. I
started to climb on, but Shawn held up his hand to stop me as he fixed his
stunning blue eyes on my bulging briefs, and then he told me to "lose
those...I want to see yours."

   I told him that I would of he would, and so we did, each of us sliding
the undies off, and then pausing to ogle each other's rampant goodies. His
narrow boner was even more perfect than I remembered it from last night,
and seeing it now for the first time in the full light of day caused my
mouth to flood with saliva. His eyebrows lifted into arc's as he eyed by
throbbing erection and dangling balls, and then his little pixy mouth
formed a small oval as he gushed a bit about mine being "huge" which I
didn't find insulting in the least, and I supposed I may even have preened
just a bit before I joined the boy on the bed. We kind of cuddled a while,
our hands busy with exploring each other's bodies, and cocks in particular,
and the touch of his small soft hands on my body was indescribable. So very
gentle, and thrilling, I couldn't decide what was more wonderful, his small
hands roaming over my body, or my own hands exploring his.

   Soon I was eager to feel his pulsing prong in my mouth again, so I
licked and lapped my way along his silky torso until I reached me
destination, and then I used my hand to stand it straight as I licked all
over the perfect knob at its tip while Shawn made small cooing noises of
pleasure. I slid the shaft into my mouth and sucked it noisily for a bit,
and then released it so I could tongue his taut scrotum and carefully suck
each tender nugget in turn, and the boy squirmed on the mattress, his fists
hammering at it as my oral efforts drove him up the wall a ways. I sucked
his yummy boyhood some more, and licked his balls, and then I trailed my
tongue behind his little pouch to lick at that special place, the little
seam that runs from the scrotum to the crease of his hot little ass.

   Seeing that I was in the neighborhood, I just kept my tongue going, and
I heard Shawn let out a loud gasping sound as I dipped it into his warm
furrow and trailed along there until I was licking at his tiny little
pucker. My God, I could have literally eaten him up, every delicious inch,
nook, and cranny of him. He was simply delicious, way better than ice
cream, and when I managed to curl my tongue and press it past his
resistance until a bit of it wormed inside his rectum and I heard him
almost shout that he was cumming. I quickly reached for his spurting
boyhood, grasping it and rubbing it as the spraying wetness of his
discharge covered my fingers and wrist, the bulk of it seeming to fly
everywhere as he unloaded. I pulled back from his tasty little hole, and
quickly captured his still spasming nail in my mouth, the tart sweetness of
his semen like honey on my taste buds as I sucked the last of his offering
down until it was drained and he kind of sagged back on the bed panting. I
slid up beside him, and pulled him close, my drooling cock leaving precum
trails all over, and after he had recovered a bit, he executed a quick kind
of flip, and it was my turn to climb up the wall as he took as much of my
rampant cock as possible into a warm, wet mouth that felt like molten
velvet on my throbbing erection.

   I lifted my head and peered down at the most incredible sight I had ever
seen. It defies verbal description, the sight of a sweet twelve year old
boy eagerly slurping over a fully erect adult cock, and the visual alone
nearly had me losing my load, and when he found his rhythm and began
steadily bobbing over my aching cock, I actually thought my pounding heart
might simply explode in my chest. I suppose in truth I had experienced more
skilful blow jobs if one were to base the judgment purely on experience or
expertise, but there was no one I knew in my life that delivered more
enthusiasm and pure pleasure than this boy, and less than expert or not, in
a matter of mere minutes of his attentions I was lost, my balls rolling
over and pulling up tightly. I barked a warning of sorts to Shawn who made
absolutely no effort to pull away, and a second after that I was wildly
filling his tender little mouth with what felt like a gallon of hot, thick
cum.

   There simply was no way poor Shawn could have been prepared for the
onslaught of fluid that suddenly flooded his little mouth, but he gamely
tried to hang in there as I pumped streamer after streamer of thick semen
into his mouth, and he gulped and gagged repeatedly, the tears streaming
down his flushed cheeks. Finally, I was spent, and Shawn pulled away,
swiping his forearm across his mouth. He looked at me, and flashed that
killer grin as he uttered some comments such as "holy cow," "wow," and I
think even a "jeez!" I grinned like the Cheshire cat, easily an ear-to-ear
kind of grin, and then I reached down and tugged the naked little beauty on
top of me, holding him tight as my hands squeezed the firm little globes of
his pretty butt. He snuggled against my neck, and I felt his warm sweet
breath there as he exclaimed once more..."Man, oh man!"

(To Be Continued)
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