Date: Wed, 16 Nov 2005 14:09:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chat Room Boy (8)

   After dropping Bret off near home, I headed back to Incline. I stopped
for some Chinese take-out to nuke for dinner later, then, headed back to
the condo. It had been quite an afternoon, to say the least, and I was both
satisfied, and tired.

   At home, I stored the take-out in the fridge, and wandered into the
bedroom. The scent of Bret, and our recent incredible sex lingered in the
air, and I smiled, remembering, as I looked at the very rumpled bed. I
walked over, and picked up the pillows, shaking them free from the cases,
and brought them to my face, inhaling the scent of Bret in my nostrils. I
found the bottle of K-Y among the tangled sheets, and smiled again, as I
tucked it back inside the night stand drawer. I rolled the still damp sheet
off the mattress, and again buried my face in the smooth material, deeply
inhaling the mingled aromas of our coupling, before hauling the load to the
laundry room. I started the washer, and went back to put fresh linens on my
bed, and clean towels in the bathroom.

   My domestic duties complete, I grabbed a cold beer from the fridge, and
flipped on the TV to catch the evening news, before I nuked the take-out
back to hot, and ate my dinner. I wandered back to the TV, and kicked back
in my recliner, half watching the show, and again replaying the afternoon
with Bret through my mind, with my cock once again showing interest. My
reverie was interrupted by my cell ringing, and I spent the next few
minutes talking to the very star of my little mental porn movie. Bret
informed me that his Mother had plans for the following day that would
require his participation, so we arranged to spend the day after that on my
boat, cruising around the lake, and, um, seeing what came up. <Grin>

   I hit the fresh smelling sheets pretty early, and seriously wished that
I'd left the old ones in place. I missed that young boy scent, and all of
the other mingled smells of our play. I missed them a lot, actually. In any
event, I dropped off quickly into a deep slumber, and awoke early, feeling
awesome. After some breakfast, I wandered down to the marina, and whiled
away a good part of my day spiffing the boat, and making sure that all
necessary supplies were in good store aboard. Essentials, you understand,
sodas, beer, ice, towels, sun block, and K-Y. Yup, just the basic
essentials, no need to overload the boat, right? I fired it up, and tooled
over to the fuel dock, and topped off the tanks, then idled back to my
slip, and tied her off, before replacing the cover. Satisfied that all was
at the ready for my day with Bret tomorrow, I headed home, and passed the
slow moving evening quietly.

   Morning, despite my growing doubt, finally arrived, and I showered and
dressed, then, headed into town to eat breakfast. I stopped by the store,
and picked up some cold cuts, and crackers and cheese, a fresh bag of ice,
and drove to the marina. I removed the boat cover, and added the new
supplies to the cooler, then, parked my car, and went back into the condo
to grab a swim suit. I really hoped it was a waste of time doing that, as
my plan called for skinny dipping, should any swimming take place, but one
never knows, so I brought it along.

    Back aboard the boat, I cranked the engine to life, and idled out of
the marina, adding power, as I passed the last zero-wake buoy. The boat
instantly responded to the power input, and the bow leapt out of the calm
water. I reached plane, and the bow leveled, as I cranked the wheel to the
right, setting course for Carnelian Bay, where I was to meet Bret. It was
another perfect Lake Tahoe summer day, the sky so blue as to be breath
taking, with a white puffy cloud floating here and there. The sun glistened
in reflection off the smooth surface of the water, and the majestic high
Sierras were mirrored in the clam water like a picture on a travel
poster. A near perfect day, that would become totally perfect, in about ten
minutes, with the on-board addition of the delectable young Bret. I dialed
in a touch more power, and corrected the course slightly closer to the
shoreline, suddenly eager to see, and whatever, the boy.

   I rounded the short point of land that creates the Eastern entrance to
Carnelian Bay, and turned the boat inland, pulling back some on the power,
as I entered the small bay. I sat up on the seat back, and scanned the
distant pier, a grin crossing my face, as my eyes settled on Bret, standing
at the end of the pier, looking back at me. I raised an arm in greeting,
and he did the same, and as I lowered my arm, I reached into my crotch to
adjust my cock, which seemed to sense the imminent arrival of the cute
young teen.

   As I approached the dock, I cut the power, and steered the craft
sideways to the pilings, and let it drift slowly into the structure. I
dropped a pair of fenders over the inboard side, and reached out, to grab
the wooden support riser, stopping the boat against the dock. Bret bounded
down the short stairway to my level, then, began quickly walking my way. I
smiled, and felt a tingle in my balls, as I watched his lithe body maneuver
toward me. He was wearing some shorts, yellow linen, it looked like, and
another of the half-shirts he favored. The flat, smooth skin of his abdomen
was exposed in a very sexy way, and the enticing bulge at his snug crotch
caused my mouth to water. He skidded to a stop next to me, a drop-dead
smile fixed on his pretty face, and said excitedly, "Kelly, hey, Dude!" I
chuckled, and let my eyes slowly drift over his body, pointedly pausing at
the nicely distended crotch. I met his shining eyes, and said, "Morning,
Bret....looking mighty good...um....you want to take a boat ride, little boy?"
I wiggled my eyebrows in as lecherous a manner as possible, and winked at
him, as he giggled, blushing slightly, then replied, "Oh gosh,
Mister....could I....that would so rock!" I laughed at his quick uptake of
the man/boy gambit, and extended my hand toward him, saying, "Climb aboard,
Son, and be captain for the day!" He giggled again, and slipped his soft
hand into mine, then, deftly hopped aboard the boat.

   He settled his cute butt onto the front passenger seat, as I retrieved
the bumpers, and pushed the boat away from the pier. I sat in the driver's
seat, and dropped my hand onto his creamy thigh, and fixed him with what I
hoped was my class-A grin, and said, "Damn, I missed you, hot stuff!" He
smiled, and nodded his head, saying, "Yea, me too!" I glanced around for
conflicting traffic, then, slid the throttle forward slightly, and angled
the bow toward open water. We putted toward the outer buoy line, and I left
my hand on his leg, slowly gliding my fingers over his buttery skin, as we
chatted, catching up on the lost day yesterday. Reaching the outer buoy, I
again searched the area for traffic, then, slid the throttle home. The boat
once again leapt to life in response, as the bow rose high, and Bret
slipped on the seat slightly from the sudden thrust. I used his movement as
the perfect excuse, and let my hand slide into his packed crotch, my
fingers brushing over the firm lump of his cock. He looked down, then met
my eyes, a wicked little grin on his face, and said, "I'll give you, like,
all day to stop doing that!" I gave his yummy parts another squeeze, and
answered, "And I will take all day to stop touching you too, that, and
whatever else I can get away with!" He squealed in giggles, as I slid my
hand under his short shirt, and tweaked his nipple for emphasis.

   I planed the boat, and steered a Westerly course, roughly parallel to
the shoreline, and some hundred yards out. In a few minutes we were off
Dollar Point, an upscale housing development that afforded panoramic lake
views, if not lake frontage, to its moneyed residents. Just past Dollar
Point, we skimmed past the always busy public boat ramp, and US Coast Guard
station, headed for Tahoe City, and the popular Commons Beach. As we closed
in on the beach, I slowed the boat, and steered close to the buoy line that
guarded the swim area, idling along the line of buoys, as we checked out
the groups of people sunning, and swimming in the icy waters of the crystal
clear lake. I did a mock perusal of the variously displayed bodies on the
sand, and turned to Bret, a serious look on my face, and said, as I once
again brazenly groped his full crotch, "Yup, no doubt about it....the best
body on the lake....is right here with me!" He giggled, and reached over to
grab firmly onto my own equipment, saying, "Don't be too sure, Mister....I
sorta like this one a lot, too!" I laughed, and flexed my hips, driving my
rapidly reacting tool against his groping hand, and replied, "Cool,
then....feel free to just help yourself!"

   As we reached the Western end of Commons beach, the lakes only outlet
gates swung into view, and I executed the mandatory turn Southward. Exiting
the swimmers area, I added some power, and we skimmed along the West shore
of the lake, passing the site of the old Tahoe Tavern. The legendary tavern
had been lost to fire some years ago, and the lake front property was now a
condo development for the rich and famous. There was a small, and sparsely
populated white sand beach associated with the condos, which quickly gave
way to a rocky, and heavily treed, shoreline for the next mile or so. We
cruised along a bit further, huddled close together as we shared the
driver's seat, and laughed, as our arms kept getting tangled, in our mutual
effort to grope the others bulging crotch.

   We were rapidly approaching the thin finger of land that extends out
into the lake, and creates the narrow breakwater that protects the Northern
entrance to the narrow bay that is Sunnyside harbor. I cranked the wheel
sharply to the left, putting the boat into a tight turn, and Bret literally
spilled into my lap, his hand clamping down on my erection, almost
painfully, as he strived to regain his balance. "Yikes!" I yelped loudly,
and he cackled wickedly, as he loosened his severe grip, and gently stroked
my turgid meat with his hand. "Aww...did I hurt him...gee....maybe I better
kiss it all better...?" I chuckled, then, quickly plunged my hand into his
protruded crotch, and tightly gripped the stiff boy cock I found there, and
replied, "An excellent suggestion, young man...and...maybe I can repay the
favor!" He let out a yelp of his own, giggling, and nodding his head
enthusiastically. I headed the boat toward the center of the lake, until we
were well off shore, and relatively alone, then, pulled the power, letting
the boat settle into a free drift.

   As soon as we were pretty much stopped, I lunged at him, driving his
slim body to the deck, and tumbled right after him. We hit the carpeted
deck in a tangle of arms and legs, each of us maneuvering to tug at the
shorts of the other, our desires rising, as we became serious about our
earlier playfulness. I got a grip on his shorts, and peeled them away from
his waist, and down his legs, where he kicked his feet to send the garment
flying onto the seat. His fully hard cock sprang free, and extended upward
against his groin, slim, and beautiful in the bright sunshine. I felt my
mouth flood with saliva as I focused my hungry gaze on his proud boyhood,
and stopped struggling with his efforts to pants me in similar fashion. He
got my shorts down below my balls, and I took over, continuing to slide
them down, and off, my own cock leaping forth into the light, as Bret
quickly encircled it with his slender fingers.

   I settled back, and mimicked his movements, wrapping my fist around his
pulsing meat, and stroking the satin smoothness. We were quiet now, each of
us concentrating on the rapidly rising heat emanating from the others
equipment. I slid my fingers over his shaft, and swiped at the smooth head,
before dropping below, to fondle his plump ball sac. Bret likewise slid the
outer skin of my cock back and forth over the rock hard shaft, and leaned
his pretty face close, and I groaned, as his pink tongue extended, and he
licked at the shiny head of my cock. "Hmmm....," he muttered, "It really
does look sorta injured...I better try to make him all better...!" I groaned
again, as he deftly dipped his head, and slid my aching cock into his warm,
wet, mouth. "Aggg....whew...!" I stammered, shifting myself slightly, then,
diving down onto his pretty boy meat, quickly engulfing it to the
base. "UMmmg...!" He mumbled around my shaft, and we adjusted slightly,
positioning ourselves into a very hot sixty-nine.

   Turns out it was to be one of those super-charged moments, both of us
filled with lust, and passion, enhanced greatly by the relative newness of
each others bodies, and the impulsiveness of our surroundings. We quickly
developed our rhythms, and in seemingly no time, I felt the familiar
tingling deep in my balls. Bret was right there with me, and as I moved my
hand between his legs to cup his balls, I felt them draw inward. He groaned
loudly, and I soon repeated the ominous sound, each of us signaling the
other of our impending eruption. I felt my balls twitch, and at the same
moment felt his shaft expand in my sucking mouth, and almost
simultaneously, each of us exploded in a mega-orgasm, our cocks jetting our
pent up lust into the others mouth. His creamy fluid jetted over my tongue,
rapidly filling my mouth with his essence, and I gulped rapidly to keep up
with the copious flow. At nearly the same moment, my cock pumped several
strong torrents of my cum into his tender mouth, and he swallowed rapidly,
gagging slightly, as my balls drained into his throat.

   Intense as it was, it was over, nearly as quickly as it had started, and
we released each others wilting tool, gasping, and rolling onto our
backs. The only sound was our mingled panting, as the boat rocked gently on
the small waves of the lake, and I reached between us to grasp Bret's hand
in my own. A moment passed, then, I lifted my head, and smiled at him,
saying, "Wow...you really know how to make it all better, hot-stuff,
that...was amazing...!" he grinned, his head nodding agreement, and he
squeezed my hand in his, and replied, "Amazing....totally...!" We lay there
some more, gathering ourselves, then scooted up onto the seat, and I
slipped an arm around his slim waist, and nuzzled his soft neck. I pulled
back slightly, and our eyes locked, each of us smiling like Cheshire cat,
as our mouths sought each other, and mingled, our tongues dueling, as we
shared our slightly acrid aftertastes.

   Our boiling lusts sated for the moment, we reluctantly slipped back into
our shorts, and cranked up the boat, resuming our forage of the huge alpine
lake. Bret dug some cold sodas out of the cooler, then, snuggled in close
to me again, and I pointed the bow to the South, then, hammered the
throttle, once again reveling in the sensation of power that the sleek
craft delivered, as we skimmed across the light surface chop. I stayed
pretty much toward the center of the lake as we sped due South, passing
well off shore of Homewood, and Tahoma, then past Chamberlins Landing, and
Meeks Bay Resort. We Passed by the broad expanse of white sand beach that
was part of D.L. Bliss State park, then the mouth of Emerald Bay, and
continued due South, passing Camp Richardson, another often lucrative
summer boy-haunt. Shortly thereafter, we reached the Southern shore of the
lake, and I turned the boat East, heading toward the Nevada state line that
invisibly crossed the lake bottom just a few miles distant. We sped past El
Dorado County beach, then Bijou, which was pretty much the party beach of
the South shore. We passed over the invisible state line, into Nevada, and
I reached down into Bret's lap, and fondled his cute little soft cock,
leaning close to him, to inform him that I just violated the Mann Act,
having transported a minor across state lines, for decidedly immoral
purposes. He giggled, and thrust his soft nail upward against my groping
fingers, and replied, "Cool...molest me some more...I like it, a lot!" I
chuckled, and dug my fingers between his legs, poking at his plumb balls,
and said, "All in good time, Son, all in good time!"

   We reached the Cave Rock boat ramp area, and I again steered the boat
away from shore, then, stopped, some mile, or so, out. The rumor mill had
it that this particular area of the vast lake was for some reason several
degrees warmer than the rest, and I had been curious to test the theory for
some time. I didn't often venture this far South on the lake, and besides,
it offered a terrific opportunity to suggest a skinny-dip, thereby
affording me another opportunity to play with my boy naked. The boat
settled, and rocked gently on the rolling waves, and I stood, surveying the
immediate area for fellow boaters. Seeing none close by, I winked at the
ever alluring Bret, then, skinned out of my shorts, and hollered,
"Skinny-dip!" and I plunged over the side.

   I surfaced, and shivered strongly, instantly deciding that the warmer
water rumor was pure B.S., as my body temperature quickly shed about ten
degrees. I reached between my legs, and grasped my rapidly shriveling cock,
and turned toward the boat, just in time to see a gloriously naked Bret
perched on the gunwale of the boat. His flaccid cock looked so sweet, and
delicious, as it rested atop his plump scrotum, and I totally forgot the
cold water, as he arched his lithe body into the air, and sliced neatly
into the clear water. I treaded water, goose bumps dotting my shivering
flesh, and he surfaced in front of me, eyes wide as saucers. "Holy
shit....that is freaking cold!" He chirped, and I grinned, nodding my
head. He paddled to me, and wrapped his arms around me, pressing the front
of his smooth body against me. I dipped a hand under the water, and fondled
his now tiny cock, and chuckled, saying, "Both of us are going to need a
warm place to put these to recover." He nodded, and giggled sweetly, then
replied, "I was hoping you might be thinking that, actually!" I gave his
withered little root one final squeeze, and let go, rolling onto my front
side, and kicking into a crawl stroke, swimming a few yards away from the
boat. The waters of Tahoe are decidedly cool, no question, but at the same
time, it is an invigorating experience to swim there, and there are few
fresh water lakes in the world where you can clearly see objects on the
bottom in hundreds of feet of depth. These positive elements serve to
compensate for the numbing chill, and, trust me, you will feel refreshed
for a long time after, following a swim in the lake.

   Bret and I swam around for a bit, then, made our way back to the boat,
and crawled up onto the teak swim platform at the stern of the boat. We sat
there, our legs still submerged in the cold water, and cuddled a little,
trading small kisses, our tongues invading each others mouths. Despite the
cold water, and body chill, our mutual lust grew in intensity, and our two
cocks responded, and in no time we both sported renewed erections. Our
hands roamed through each others laps, rubbing, and squeezing, as our
tongue play grew more heated, until a slightly breathless Bret broke our
kiss, and buried his pretty face in my neck, and shuddered strongly in my
arms. "Are you cold, Baby?" I asked him, as I pressed my lips to the top of
his head, and fingered his very hard boy cock. "Uh uh....hot, actually...!"
he mumbled, then, "Kelly...I wanna...um...uh....well....could we...?" I fingered
the soft, smooth head of his cock, and asked, "What, Baby...could we what?"
He shuddered once more, and inhaled deeply, then squeaked, "You know...like
before...can we...um...can I feel you...in me...again...?" It was my turn to
shudder, his words lighting fire to my groin, and my balls, as the
indelible memory of his tightness, and incredible heat, flashed through my
brain. I kissed his head again, and murmured, "Oh Baby...oh God...yes...oh,
God....yes!

  The ten degrees of body heat that I had recently lost to the icy water
instantly returned, plus maybe another twenty, on top of that, as I quickly
stood, and pulled the delicious boy to his feet, and we stepped back aboard
the boat. I did a quick look around for nearby traffic, and once again
found none, then, tossed some seat cushions onto the deck of the boat, and
gently nudged Bret down onto them. I lay down beside him, and reached into
the cuddy to retrieve the K-Y, my heart beginning to pound in my chest. He
stretched, languidly, looking so soft, and sexy, as he flashed me a
slightly sheepish smile, a warm flush flooding his creamy smooth
cheeks. "Am I bad to want that, Kelly...pervy, and stuff, I mean...?" He
squeaked, sounding so totally boy, that my heart turned over inside my
chest. I smiled, and reached toward him, my arms going around his slightly
trembling body, and held his slim frame close to me, our rigid maleness
smashing between us. I dropped my hands, and gripped the firm globes of his
perfect butt, and mumbled against his soft lips, "You couldn't be more
right, if you tried, Baby, it's what I want too, more than anything else in
the world!" He shuddered again, and pressed his lithe body tightly against
me, and uttered, "Kelly...God, Kelly...please...!"

  He lay back on the soft cushions, and I stretched out over him, bringing
my lips to his small nipple, and licking it, before moving to its twin, and
swabbing my tongue over it. He mewed softly, as I closed my lips over the
firm nubs, gently sucking each in turn, as my hand fondled, and stroked his
rigid boy cock, and toyed with his plump sac. I licked down his satin
smoothness, and swabbed my tongue over his turgid meat, and licked his
smooth scrotum. I mouthed, and sucked his firm balls, then, bent his
hairless legs back, granting access to his treasure, as I buried my tongue
into his warm cleft. I stabbed my tongue at his wrinkled core, and added
pressure, penetrating the tight ring, and sliding slightly inside, as he
pulled at my hair, and purred like a well fed cat. I lapped his griping
tunnel and recovered the lube in my hand, tipping the cap, and smearing the
slick gel over my fingers. I slid my tongue out of him, and he gasped my
name, as I slowly entered his silky tunnel with my slippery middle finger.

   I dropped my head, and slid his throbbing cock into my mouth, as I
fingered his tight passage, and he moaned deep sounds, and relaxed his anal
muscle, letting himself relax, and accept my penetration. I moved my finger
in and out of him, prodding his small prostate each pass, and I felt him
open to me, the tenseness subsiding, as he softened, and spread himself for
me. I added more lube to the mix, and slid a second finger into his butter
soft depths, rolling the two together, and sliding in and out, my mouth
drooling over his pulsing erection. He was mumbling my name repeatedly, and
tugging at my hair with his fingers, muttering a series of groan, mixed
with yes, yes, yes, and I plundered his molten tunnel, my taste buds
registering his free flowing juices. "Oh Kelly...please...man...ohhhh....!" He
wailed, and I quickly poured lube over my raging cock, smearing it with my
shaking hand.

   I slid my fingers out of him, and rocked up onto my knees between his
splayed legs. I griped the base of my granite hard cock in my fingers, and
centered the deep purple head at his tiny oval, rubbing the slippery crown
back and forth across his pink little rosebud. He grunted, and his sweet,
boyish face formed a tight grimace, as I eased forward, adding push, as I
slowly slid my entire length inside him. My swinging balls bumped the
smooth skin of his upturned butt, and he exhaled a long, slow, breath,
spewing my name in a slow, guttural, hiss. I withdrew, leaving only the
swollen head of my cock in his incredibly tight grip, and felt him clamp
his tight ring harder still. I slowly slid back into his velvet depth, my
nerve centers all exploding with overloads of sensation, as I watched his
face soften, and relax, the grimace fading to black. I withdrew once more,
paused, then, lid back inside, gaining a rhythm, and began rightly fucking
the boy, gliding in and out of him in practiced strokes. He rolled his
small hips, matching his rhythm to mine, and we got it just right, perfect,
a stellar fuck for the ages.

   I slid in and out of him, my cock sliding across his hard gland, over
and over, as our breathing became ragged, and evolved into a series of
small grunts. I wrapped my fist around his drooling boyhood, and stroked it
in sync with my driving in and out of his griping boy pussy, until he let
his mouth sag open, and his dark eyes rolled up I his head, and his cock
pulsed in my fist, ejecting streams of his creamy semen across his smooth,
flat tummy, and chest. "Ungggg.....Ahggggg....!" he roared, as his orgasm
washed over his quaking body, and I felt his silky sheath contracting
around my turgid meat with each burst of his essence, until my own balls
boiled over, and released my molten load, and I pumped rope after rope of
my molten cum deep inside his griping tunnel, filling him to overflowing,
as the pearly fluid seeped from his stretched orifice, streaking my wilting
cock with it's own juices where it continued to slide in and out of him.

   Finally, my aching balls surrendered, totally spent, and drained, and I
sagged forward, letting my weight settle onto the quivering boy, and I
smothered his sweaty face in small kisses. I rolled to my side, and pulled
Bret over on top of me, holding him pressed tightly against me, as I felt
my slick slime coat over my thighs, as it leaked from his battered
tunnel. We gulped air, and calmed out racing hearts, wrapped so tightly
together as to almost be one body. Finally, we relaxed, and recovered, and
Bret propped himself up on his hands, his flushed, and smiling face poised
just above me, and said, "Oh man....jeez...awesome...un-fucking...real...!" I
smiled and winked, managing only a very satisfied, "And how!"

(To Be Continued)
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