Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2005 10:45:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chat Room Boy (7)

   Some quiet time passed, as Bret and I lay quietly on the rumpled bed,
snuggled close, and I stroked the smooth skin of his back. His head rested
against my chest, and I could feel his warm breath on my skin as he
exhaled. I let my hand move lower down his back, and roam over the taut
globes of his pretty butt, and asked quietly, "You ok, little Bud?" He
inhaled another deep breath, then, slowly let it go, and I again felt his
warm breath on my chest. He shifted slightly, laying an arm across my
middle, and replied, "Yes, fine....just....dunno...amazed, I guess." I
passed my palm over his creamy cheeks once more, letting my finger trail
slightly through his cleft, and said, "Actually, you are more amazing, than
amazed, it seems to me." He squirmed again, and I felt him press his soft
lips against my skin for a minute, then he lifted his head, and looked up
at me, saying, "So are you....amazing, I mean..." I smiled, and replied,
"Ok, then...two amazing people....and....one amazing event....how about
that?" He smiled, and nodded his head gently, and whispered,
"Yea...exactly."

   We were quiet again for a bit, and finally, I broke the silence, and
asked him, "You feel ok...uh....back there...I'm really sorry
if...that...hurt a lot." He rolled away from me, going over on his back,
and answered, "I'm ok...it did hurt...at first, anyway....and...maybe a
little sore now, too...mostly I feel....um....kinda messy, you know?" I
propped my head on my bent elbow, and looked at him, my heart going all
mushy, as I saw his sheepish look, and the faint pink tone of his smooth
cheeks. I ran my hand over his chest, and down across his soft tummy, then,
let my fingers lightly trace over the shaft of his soft cock, and said
quietly, "Yes, Baby, I do know....a shower would probably be
good.....and...you actually should probably...uh...sit on the john for a
bit, first." His blush grew deeper, and he avoided meeting my eyes, but
nodded his head. "You want me to help you, or....?" I gently prodded, and
he turned the nod into a "no" shake of his head, and squeaked, "No.....it's
cool....I can....um...deal with it." I nodded, and leaned down to kiss his
soft cheek, and said, "Ok, Babe....yell if you need anything, ok?" He
nodded again, and I slid off the bed, leaving the bedroom, and giving him
some private time.

   I went to the guest bathroom, and cleaned up, happy to note the absence
of any trace of blood. I knew that the initial penetration of his virgin
passage had caused him pain, and while I regretted the necessity of that, I
was relieved that there was no indication that any real damage had
occurred. I went to the kitchen, and took a cold beer from the fridge,
popped it open, and drank about half of it straight down. I walked back to
my bedroom, and noted the closed door on the master bath I dug some shorts
out of the dresser, and pulled them on. Back in the kitchen, I retrieved
the beer, and walked out onto the patio. I dropped onto a lounge chair, and
stretched out, letting my mind replay the incredible events of the last
couple of hours. Incredible was exactly the right word for it, no doubt, or
maybe Bret's choice of "amazing" was better. Either way, it had all
been....ok....incredibly amazing.

   About a half hour later, the screen door slid open, and Bret appeared at
my side, wearing his shorts, and sat on the lounge next to mine. I smiled
at him, and reached across to rub his leg just above his thigh, and said,
"Hi...been missing you!" He smiled, and nodded, saying, "Took a
while....you must have put a gallon in me, at least, you, and your
fire-hose!" I chuckled, happy that his sense of humor hadn't failed him,
and that he appeared to be accepting the experience lightly. I tried my
best to look sheepish, and I wiggled my eyebrows, and replied, "Sorry about
that....just way to much stimulation, I guess." He giggled, and blushed
sweetly, and said, "For sure...both of us were...um...totally stimulated."
He settled back onto the lounge, and I stood, picked up my empty beer, and
asked him if he wanted a cold drink. He looked at the beer, and said, "I
could really use one of those." I nodded, deciding that if he was old
enough to....well....you understand.

   I got two beers, and returned to the patio, and popped them open,
handing one to Bret. I sat on the edge of the lounge, and raised my can in
a toast, and mumbled, "Happy days." He returned my gesture, and replied,
"Yea, and today is, for sure!" We drank, and kicked back, quietly talking,
exploring each others feelings regarding our coupling, and Bret assured me
that he was good with what happened, both physically, other than some
expected remaining tenderness, and emotionally. He displayed no open
regret, and actually revealed to me that it was the ultimate of what he had
been thinking of, and wanting, since our first meeting. I was greatly
relieved at his attitude, and his openness, and teasingly told him there
was no need to thank me, it had really been my pleasure to sacrifice for
him this way. He giggled, then, wacked me with the small pillow from his
lounge.

   Sadly, the afternoon had disappeared all too rapidly, and it was time to
get Bret back home. We got our shirts and shoes on, and Bret's small bag,
and went out to the car. I made the short drive to Kings Beach, and stopped
in a parking lot that he said was about a block from his house. I stopped
the car, and glanced around outside, seeing no nearby population. I leaned
toward Bret, and slid my hand into his crotch, gently gripping his firm
boyhood, and looked into his eyes, saying, "You are awesome, Bud, totally,
and the best thing I ever did was chat with you!" he grinned, and thrust
his rapidly growing tool against my hand, and said, "Awww....you prolly say
that to all your boys!" I chuckled, and quickly brushed his soft lips with
mine, and answered, "You, hot-stuff, ARE all my boys!" He grinned, and
pushed open the door, saying, "Good answer, Mister...I like that!" I
ruffled his soft hair, and said, more seriously, "Really Bret...you really
are pretty awesome!" He winked, and said, "Can we go out on the boat again
sometime?" I grinned, and answered, "Absolutely, anytime you want, just
call me, and tell me when!" He nodded, and stepped out, closed the door,
then, leaned through the open window, and blew me an air kiss, saying,
"Cool....I'll see what's up at home, and call you later." With that, he
turned, and headed down the road, as I sat back, once more admiring that
sweet bubble butt that I had gotten to know so well this afternoon. I shook
my head at the memory, and decided that more of that was definitely in
order....a lot more!

(To Be Continued)
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