Date: Mon, 7 Nov 2005 13:12:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chat Room Boy (5)

   I pulled into the Kings beach Safeway store parking lot a few minutes
early for the meet time that Bret and I had arranged the day before.
Probably I was eager to be with the cutie again, `ya think? I parked, and
settled back, passing the time people watching as the early shoppers came
and went. I didn't have to wait long, when I saw him, passing the store
entrance, walking straight toward me. Damn, I thought, he's even cuter than
I remember him being, and, check him out, nice snug shorts, Dude!

   He spotted me, and the dazzling smile spread across his cute face,
almost lighting up the parking lot. He was dressed in a sexy little
half-jersey, the sleeveless basketball type, that ended about an inch above
his cute little navel. His tanned midriff was displayed nicely above the
silky shorts he wore, and the shiny material fit him snugly, and outlined
his yummy basket in a very sexy way. The shorts ended just above the knee,
and his equally tanned legs flexed with his hurried steps. He was carrying
a small gym bag, which I assumed contained his swim wear, and I found
myself hoping that whatever that garment might be like, it would equal the
current outfit he was wearing. He really did look sexy, and I briefly had
the thought that it would almost be a shame to strip him out of it. Almost,
but I would manage somehow.

   He approached the car, and leaned down, grinning at me through the open
passenger side window, as I wiggled my eyebrows at him wickedly, and said,
"Hey, sexy little boy, you want to take a ride with me?" He giggled, and
nodded his head, his silky hair swiping across his forehead, and answered,
"Gee, Mister, I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." I chuckled, and
replied, "Get in the car, hot-stuff, and we definitely won't be strangers
for long!" and I did more of the dirty-old-man thing with my eyebrows. Bret
giggled again, and opened the car door, parking his cute little butt on the
seat, and said, "well, I guess it will be ok, I mean, you look pretty much
harmless, actually." I reached over, and dropped my hand onto his upper
thigh, giving the toned flesh a squeeze, and replied, "I have no intention
of doing harm, Dude, actually, I'm in the feel-good business." He grinned
at me, and said, "Yea, for sure, and you are really good at it, too!" I let
my hand slip upward, and inward, my fingers lightly grazing over the firm
lump at his crotch, and said, "Glad to hear that you remember, and
enjoyed." He nodded happily, and croaked, "Oh, I remember all right,
actually, I've been remembering, like, all night." I pressed my fingers
against his thickening meat, and chuckled, saying, "Hmm...hopefully not so
much, um, remembering, that he's worn out?" He blushed prettily, and
giggled, saying, "No way, Dude, just a little warm up while I wait for the
real-deal." I gave the rigid morsel one more good grip, and sat back,
saying, "Good boy, Bret!"

   I started the car, and pulled out of the lot, heading East back toward
Incline Village. I asked him if he wanted to stop for some breakfast on the
way, and his response to the proposal was typical of a fourteen year old
boy when offered any type of food, a very enthusiastic "Yes!" We had
reached the Stateline area by then, so I wheeled into the Cal-Neva Lodge
parking lot, steered up to the valet parking lane, and stopped. As we
climbed out of the car, a totally hunky lad of maybe eighteen or so bounded
out of the small booth, and walked over to me. He was a definite cutie in
his own right, a surfer-boy in search of an ocean, all blond, and tanned,
his perfect white teeth gleaming in the sunlight. He tore a parking tag in
half, and bent down to slip one half under the wiper, and my eyes
automatically dropped to his cute little butt, the shorts he was wearing
stretched tightly across the tight bubble. He stood, and turned toward me,
handing me the other half of the tag, just as Bret rounded the rear of the
car, and walked to my side. I watched, amused, as the parking kid's eyes
drifted over Bret, and lingered ever so briefly on the delectable bulge in
his snug shorts. Ah, I thought to myself, a definite glimmer of interest
there, and I made a mental note to self to return sometime to further
explore this cuties interests.

   We left the car with the surfer, and walked inside the lobby of the
Casino, and crossed over to the restaurant entrance, stopping at the
Hostess station. We were shown to a window table, and sat, perusing the
menu, and the panoramic view of the lake just outside the large window.
Cal-Neva Lodge is situated right atop the California/Nevada state line, so
much so, in fact, that part of the building is in each state. Our table
looked down on the swimming pool area, and we chuckled at the black line
that was painted on the pool bottom, signifying the state line. Hotel
guests that utilize the pool at Cal-Neva can actually go away with bragging
rights that they swam from California, to Nevada, and back again. True
enough, but what generally gets left out of the telling, is that the
two-state-swim actually only requires a swim of less than ten feet.

   Fully gorged on a delicious breakfast, Bret and I returned to the valet
parking booth, where I handed surfer boy the claim check, once again
chuckling at his rather obvious perving of the hot young stud at my
side. Bret seemed oblivious to the attention, however, as he stood close at
my side. The kid jogged off to retrieve my car, and I once again let myself
scope out his cute little ass, and again decided that a return trip was
definitely in order for another day. As we climbed back into the car, I
handed the boy a fiver, and one of my better lecherous grins, which he
returned, along with a very pointed, "You enjoy your day, now, Sir." I
chuckled, and replied, "Oh, I most definitely will, totally." He grinned
knowingly, and added, "Come see us again soon." I winked at him, and said,
"I will definitely do that, as well!"

   Back on the road, it was a short ten minutes to my condo, and I pulled
into my parking spot, and shut down the car. Bret gazed around the rather
plush compound, taking in the landscape, and the dark wood-sided buildings
that blended perfectly into the mountainous backdrop of the Sierra Nevada
mountains. "Wow!" he said, "This place is cool!" I grinned, smugly agreeing
with his synapses, because I really did think the complex was cool. We
walked toward my unit, passing the elegant pool area in route, and Bret was
once again duly impressed. The pool area was indeed special, a very large
concrete deck area, with the Olympic sized pool squarely in the center. A
huge native rock waterfall fed into the sparkling pool, and the eight
person spa sat off to one side, steam rising from its frothy bubbling
water. There were padded lounges in the dozens, and several round umbrella
tables, and a small snack bar area connected to a video game arcade area,
and a couple of ping-pong tables. "Awesome!" Chirped my boy, as we passed
around the area, and walked up to the door of my unit.

   I unlocked the door, and we went inside, where I conducted the
twenty-five cent tour for Bret's benefit. He was once again duly impressed,
especially when he realized that the view from my living room was directly
out acrossr the lavish pool area. When I had bought the place, that fact
was one of the deal makers for me, and I had many times been grateful for
the choice, as I had secretly perved many a young cutie using the
facilities as I lurked in my living room. On this particular day, however,
I had my very own young cutie standing right next to me, and I slipped my
arm over his shoulder, and pulled his lithe body close. He melted into me,
and I inhaled the boyish essence of him, and the sweet freshness of his
soft hair, a gentle lingering scent of shampoo. I pressed my lips against
the creamy skin of his neck, and said softly, "Did I mention how incredible
sexy you look this morning?" He snuggled into me, and as I licked the
smooth skin of his neck, he shuddered slightly, and said, "Really...you
think so...cool, cause that's how I wanted to look...sexy...for you." I licked
him again, and ran my hand down his back, my palm passing over his firm
little melons, before slipping up under the short shirt he was wearing. I
ran my fingers over the silky flesh of his back, and he shuddered again, as
I turned him slightly, and moved my hand to his chest, up under the short
shirt. I slid my fingers over his pouty nipples, flicking them, then,
rolling each nubbin between my finger and thumb, as Bret mewed, his face
tucked into my chest. "That's nice....um...really nice!" he cooed, and I
moved back and forth across his smooth chest a few times, then, worked my
palm down to his soft, flat, tummy. I stroked back and forth over his
tummy, eliciting more little sounds of pleasure, and I dipped my finger
into his tiny cave of a navel, as he shuddered against me once more.

   I dropped my hand down to his very tented crotch, my fingers closing
around the rock hard stem of his boy cock, and milked it up and down
outside the silky shorts. Bret groaned, and reached out his hand to grab
onto my own throbbing cock, mimicking my up and down motion. "Oh jeez!" he
murmured against my chest, "its even bigger than I remember!" I let go of
his cock, and cupped my hand under it, closing my palm gently around his
plump ball sac, and tugging on it gently. He moaned some more, and
muttered, "Oh man....yea...that's hella good...!" I spent some time working
back and forth between his full balls, and his steely hard cock, then
captured his soft ear lobe in my lips, biting it softly, and whispered,
"You want to see my bedroom, Bret?" His head rocked against my chest, as he
answered, "Oh man, Kelly, yea, please show me your bedroom." I took a half
step back from him, my eyes falling hungrily on his shorts, where his cock
jutted straight out against the silky material, a large wet spot showing
darker than the pearly material. He saw what I was staring at, and blushed
sweetly, then giggled, and said, "Kelly...Dude....hurry, ok?"

   I bent down, and scooped his lithe body up in my arms, and carried him
into the bedroom, and sat him on the edge of the bed. I dropped to my knees
on the carpet, in between his spread legs, and dug my fingers into the
elastic band of his shorts. His protruding erection was practically hitting
me in the face where it strained against the shorts, and I leaned into him,
and captured the wet spot of his leaking precum in my mouth. The bulbous
head of his cock pulsed against my lips as I tongued the wet spot on his
shorts, the slightly dank flavor of his flowing juices coating over my
tongue. His hands tangled into my hair, as he gently thrust his hips back
and forth, pressing his very hard cock against my mouth. I tugged on the
shorts, and he rose up slightly, and I slid the smooth garment down his
coltish legs, dropping it onto the floor. I looked up, and shuddered,
seeing his smooth, toned thighs framing his crotch, where his hardness
poked strongly at the very small white briefs that barely contained it. His
plump balls were virtually trapped inside the snug little garment, and I
shuddered again, as he reached down his hand, and gripped the entire
swollen package, firmly squeezing, and releasing his rampant boyhood, as I
watched.

   He groaned again, and removed his hand from his straining package, then,
dropped back onto the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. I ran my
fingers up the insides of his hairless thighs, and pressed my fingers into
his swollen balls, as he groaned again. I hooked my fingers into the
elastic of the tiny briefs, and pulled outward, and down, dragging the
small swatch of white material down his legs, and off his dainty feet. His
throbbing erection sprang free, and pulsed with his heart beat, resting
against his groin, as my eyes locked onto his plump ball sac, where it was
gathered between his thighs. I licked my way up the inside of his thigh,
and swabbed my tongue over the hairless scrotum, pressing each plump orb
with my tongue, while he groaned with pleasure above me. I slid each nugget
in turn into my mouth, and sucked it gently, then, gripped the base of his
cock in my fingers, and lifted it off his groin. I licked all over the
shaft, working my way to the drooling tip, and swabbed away a tear of his
precum, my taste buds jumping to life as they registered his buttery
flavor. I lapped my tongue across the silky smooth cock head repeatedly,
stabbing the tip into the leaking slit, as he closed his fists tightly, and
beat them on the mattress.

   I slid his length into my eager mouth, slowly devouring each delicious
inch, my mouth flooding with saliva, as I savored his clean, creamy taste,
and thickness, filling my warm, wet mouth. I slid my hand up his smooth
leg, and again cupped his plump balls, tugging them, as I moved my head
over him, sucking that perfect cock. His hips bucked back and forth, and
his groaning became a steady banter, as I toyed with his full nuts, and
sucked his pulsing cock. He tensed suddenly, his lower body going rigid,
and I felt his shaft thicken against my tongue, as his balls rolled under
my fingers. He grunted my name, and his cock once again lurched inside my
sucking mouth, and jetted its treasure, in several rapid pulses, his creamy
cum flowing over my tongue, and into my throat, as I swallowed rapidly,
striving to keep up with his spewing boyhood.

   Spent, and drained, he sagged back onto the bed, while I continued to
gently suckle his wilting cock, savoring the tart aftertaste of his strong
discharge. I released his soft little cock, and stood on shaky legs, my
hands literally tearing at my fly, as I freed my acing cock, and griped it
in my hand. I stroked it, already feeling the subtle eruption of my over
charged balls, and in no more than four or five rapid strokes of my fist, I
exploded, shooting several long ropes of my molten cum across his crotch,
thighs, and smooth tummy. He watched my spitting cock, wide eyed, then,
grinned his dazzling smile, as my orgasm subsided, and I wilted onto the
bed beside him. I wrapped my arm across him, and held him close, my heart
hammering inside my chest, as I gasped for air. He giggled sweetly against
me, and muttered, "Jeez, Kelly....that looked like a freeking fire hose,
Dude....jeez...you shoot cums like a fountain!" I chuckled, and rolled my
tongue through my mouth, again savoring his creamy flavors, and replied,
"Yea, well, you do pretty damn well, yourself, little dude, I just
swallowed the evidence, is the only difference." He giggled sweetly, and
replied, "Yea, for sure you did, and man, that is so hella hot!" I laughed,
hugging his lithe body, and said, "It is sort of hot,
actually...well...ninety-eight-point-six, anyway!"

(To Be Continued)
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