Date: Mon, 5 Dec 2005 14:39:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chat Room Boy (11)

  The following Thursday morning, I boated over to Kings Beach, and found
Bret waiting on the Tiki pier, as we had arranged. After he climbed aboard,
I pointed the boat in the direction of Sunnyside, the lakeside resort over
on the west shore, and settled back, steering with one hand, and fondling
Bret's lithe body with the other, as we made the crossing. His ever ready
boy nail quickly responded to my caresses, and before we had gone very far,
he lifted his cute little butt, and skinned his shorts down his thighs,
freeing the pretty little throbber from the confines of his shorts. I
wrapped my fingers around the pulsing shaft, and stroked it, spreading his
rapidly increasing precum over the spongy head. He rested his head against
my shoulder, and spread his hairless legs widely, giving me access to
fondle his plump ball sac, which I alternately played with between strokes
of his turgid cock.

   I just toyed with him, teasing him, really, and backed off of him if he
showed any signs of getting close to delivering one of his creamy loads. I
wanted to warm him up, so to speak, but also wanted to save the reward for
after breakfast. A short time later, we were approaching the small marina
that fronts Sunnyside resort, so I quickly bent down, and slid his drooling
meat into my mouth, sucking him briefly, before sitting back up, and
telling him to tuck it all away for now, and I'd buy him the breakfast I
had promised. We slowed, and idled into the marina, gliding the boat into
one of several slips that are sheltered behind the wooden breakwater. I
killed the engine, and we hopped out, each of us tying off one of the
lines. We walked across the floating dock, and climbed the short stairway
to the main resort deck, and checked in with the hostess. We were shown to
a nice table at the lakeside railing of the spacious, outdoor deck that
fronted the resort on the lake side. Sunnyside Resort, for those who have
not had the pleasure, is an "old Tahoe" establishment, situated right on
the water, that has been serving locals, and vacationers, for many
years. The old building had undergone a major renovation a few years back,
and now consisted of a very posh, and intimate, hotel and indoor dining
room, and bar, along with the very famous outdoor dinning deck, and bar. It
was "the" place to be, and be seen, during the summer months, and was
frequented by the lakes elite, most often arriving, as Bret and I had, by
boat, from their lakeside mansions. The place is known for its excellent
food, and bar drinks, and specializes in deep fried zucchini strips
sprinkled in a generous coating of parmission cheese. The stuff is simply
irresistible, and Bret and I ordered up a basket of it to munch on, as we
perused the breakfast menu, and drank in the stunning view of the
shimmering lake.

   We ordered our food, and sat back, chatting, and watching the boats of
the early crowd come and go. The day was going to be another beauty, wind
free, and warm, and sunny. We ate hungrily, and paid the bill, before
making a brief pit stop at the men's room, on our way back to the boat. We
cast off, and idled out of the marina, then, hit the power, and headed
south toward Emerald Bay. The boat planned, and the ride was smooth, as we
skimmed cleanly through the chop free water past Meeks Bay, then Bliss
beach, and rounded Rubicon Point, before passing through the mouth of
Emerald Bay. I chopped the power as we entered the large bay, once again
giving in to my small phobia about the huge granite boulders that sat
submerged, guarding the entrance to the bay. I was well aware that the
rocks were a good fifty feet below the surface, but Tahoe's infamous
clarity gave the illusion of them being just barely beneath the surface,
and I, for some reason, always reacted to them in this way, as I entered
the bay.

   Emerald Bay is hugely popular with Tahoe boaters, and within a couple of
hours, the place would be filled with boats, but early like this, we pretty
much had the beautiful spot to ourselves, and I guided the boat back to the
end of the bay, and circled the small, granite stone, island that resides
there. The island contains a small, stone building, that was constructed
back in the 1920's by a wealthy woman named Knight, who owned a huge Nordic
castle she had built on the edge of the bay. The castle is known as
"Vikingsholm," and the small building on the island was once used by
Ms. Knight for afternoon tea for guests of the castle. I carefully beached
the boat on the back side of the island, and Bret and I got out, scaling
the fairly steep hillside, up to the tea house.

   The place has fallen into some degree of disrepair, sadly, after years
of vandalism by visitors, and a lack of any formal maintenance. We went
inside, and explored a bit, then, went around the back side of the
building, and I spread out a stadium blanket that I had brought up from the
boat. We settled onto the soft, white sand, and leaned our backs against
the stone wall of the tea house, and quietly admired the stillness, and
beauty, of the place. Early in the morning like this, it isn't difficult to
imagine that you are alone in this beautiful place, and I have often
wondered how it must have been for Ms. Knight, back there in the 1920's,
and 1930's. A paradise, I'm sure, but then, she wouldn't have had the added
pleasure of a cute, and sexy, fourteen year old Bret snuggled at her side,
either, so maybe the modern version of the picturesque island is better,
after all.

   Turning my attention to Bret, I stretched out on the blanket, and pulled
him down with me, my arms encircling his slim body, as I nuzzled his smooth
neck, then, softly covered his lush mouth with my own, letting my tongue
invade the warmth of his mouth. We kissed, and tongue dueled, our hands
exploring each others body, as our excitement, and passion, rapidly grew,
until we were feverishly tugging at each others sparse clothing. In not
time we were naked, and maneuvered down Bret's creamy torso, my tongue
leaving damp trails on his satin smooth skin, as I licked, and nibbled, my
way toward his rampant prize. I lightly tugged his thin pubes with my
teeth, as I gripped, and stroked his rock hard erection, and let my fingers
toy with his full balls, relishing the soft mews of pleasure that he
emitted above me. His boyish scents, and silky textures, flooded my senses,
making me slightly dizzy, as I reveled in the feel of him. I slipped my
head past his throbbing cock, and ran my tongue up and down the inside of
his thigh, before lapping at his plum scrotum. I licked his ball sac, then,
sucked one, grape sized nugget into my mouth and sucked it gently, before
moving to its mate, and repeating the gesture. He groaned sweetly,
spreading his colt-like legs wider apart, so that I could capture the
entire egg nest in my mouth, and tug gently at the satin smooth skin that
was so plumped with the active sperm makers that it contained.

   I gorged myself on his firm balls a bit, then, released the tender
appendage from my mouth, and licked up the underside of his burgeoning
tool, before giving the shiny, leaking, head a thorough tongue bath. The
slightly acrid flavor of his flowing precum bit at my taste buds, and my
mouth flooded with saliva, as I gripped the base of his shaft in my
fingers, and slid the pulsing length inside my mouth. Bret groaned, and
thrust his slim hips at me, driving the spongy head of his cock into the
tissues of my throat, and I swallowed several times rapidly, eliciting more
groans of pleasure from the boy. I sucked him rhythmatically a while,
moving my mouth up and down his length, and savoring his increasing
flavors, then, pulled back, and quickly flipped him over onto his tummy. I
paused, my eyes hungrily feasting on the curve of his delicious little
butt, and I leaned down to run my tongue over the gorgeous melons of creamy
flesh. He moaned, and slid his knees slightly up under himself, lifting
that incredible bubble, almost an offering, and I moaned myself, before
driving my tongue into his warm crease, and stabbing it at his tiny pucker.

   He groaned again, and moved his knees higher under himself, as I licked
his delicious opening, and reached under him, to grip his dangling nut
sac. I rolled my tongue, and pressed at his wrinkled oval, adding pressure,
until the tip of my tongue broached his tightness, and entered his warm
tunnel. He expelled a huge breath, a guttural sound going with it, as I
worked my tongue back and forth inside his clinging chute, my fingers
toying with his firm balls. "Oh,
jeez.....Kelly....jeez.....that....is.....sooo.....good...!" He mumbled,
and I groped the blanket, finding my shorts, and the tube of k-y that I had
secreted there. I slid my tongue out of his tightness, and quickly slavered
the slippery gel onto my fingers, then, pressed my middle digit against the
tiny, pink, oval, and eased it inside him, until the entire length rested
in his buttery depth. He grunted, as my finger filled him, and shuddered
strongly, as I withdrew, dragging the tip of my finger across his hard
little prostate. I repeated the move several times, and continued to work
his loaded balls with my other hand, as he rocked that perfect butt gently,
riding my finger, as I felt his anal muscle contract, and relax, in sync
with my finger fucking of him.

  I reached further under his shivering body, and captured his granite hard
cock in my fingers, stroking it, and feeling the copious juices that leaked
from his small slit. My finger slid in and out of his snugness, repeatedly
strumming his tender gland, and he shuddered again, then, muttered,
"Unng...aggg....jeez....!" My finger still keeping rhythm in his gripping
chute, I managed to smear some of the k-y over the fingers of my other
hand, and again gripped his leaking erection, working its length with my
now slippery fingers. "Unggg....damn....Aww.....!" He chirped, and I
stabbed at his rock hard prostate repeatedly, as my slick fingers worked
the satins smooth skin of his spitting cock rapidly over the stiff cone of
muscle tissue that was his aching boy
cock. "Aggggg....Kelly....gonna.....!" he wailed, and his cock jerked in my
fingers, and flexed again, stronger, expelling rapid bursts of his creamy
essence onto the blanket in rapid fire expulsions. He punctuated each
discharge with a guttural grunt, and I felt his cock fire five, or six,
successive salvos of his pearly nectar, until he shuddered strongly, and
went limp, dropping his head into his arms, gasping for air.

   I let him settle briefly, and slipped my finger from his searing warmth,
quickly coating my acing cock with large dollops of the slippery gel. I
rose to my knees, and moved in behind the panting boy, my arms circling his
slim hips, and lifting him, until he slid his knees up under himself. I
gripped his firm, creamy melons in my hands, and parted them, giving a low
moan of my own, as his glistening pucker slid into view. I gripped the base
of my drooling cock in my fingers, and centered the bulbous head with his
core, and steadily, gently pressed forward, groaning again, as my cock slid
into his butter soft heat. I bottomed out, looking down at our juncture,
incredulous at the awesome sight of my cock fully embedded in his gripping
rectum. I shuddered, and began a slow withdrawal, feeling Bret's muscle
contract around my steely hard cock, as I slid out, until only the head
remained. I paused, then, drove steadily back into him, until my pubes
pressed against the creamy cheeks of his beautiful ass. I with drew once
more, and moved into a rhythm, fucking him in long, deep strokes, as our
mutual groans, and grunts, filled the still air around us. I reveled in the
million sensations my nerve centers were registering, and thrilled to the
sounds of our heated flesh slapping together, as I continued to pummel him,
feeling my balls beginning the familiar tingling that signaled the approach
of my orgasm.


  In and out, I rode the boy, my sweat dripping onto his smooth back, as he
gripped my invading meat, and rolled his delicious butt in sync with my
feverish plunges, and withdrawals. All too soon, I felt my aching balls
draw upward, and my cock felt like it might just explode from the searing
pressure, and it spasmed mightily, flexing, and erupting, expelling strong,
rapid, jets of my scalding semen into his creamy tunnel, as I rolled my
head from side to side, an almost inhuman noise escaping my throat with
each ejection of my load. Spent, and exhausted, I fell to the side, my
wilting cock slipping free of Bret's incredible boy pussy, and I crashed
onto the blanket beside him. I slid my arm around his heaving back, and
held him, as I nuzzled my face into his sweaty neck, mumbling his name
repeatedly, as we both gasped for breath, our hearts hammering almost
audibly in our chests.

   I felt the warm, Lake Tahoe sunshine on my damp skin, and snuggled
closer to Bret, our naked bodies entwined, as we relaxed, and let the warm
sunshine, and peaceful quiet, take us into a totally relaxed slumber, as we
drifted off to sleep.

(To Be Continued)
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