Date: Fri, 9 Mar 2007 13:30:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Compelling temptation (final)

   As always seems to be the case when one is faced with any sort of
deadline, the time seemed to fly. Before I knew it, my departure date for
the Big Apple loomed just one day off, and Robby and I had managed only two
other opportunities to reprise our original bedroom adventure, given the
difficulties with jibing our schedules, and the need for stealth. In all
likelihood, our arranged meeting for this evening would become our swan
song, at least until sometime after my actual move. That knowledge weighed
heavily on my mind as I went through the motions of my business day, and it
was all but impossible to not let the deepening regret of having to give
him up distract me completely. I managed to plow onward, doubtless making
far less calculated decisions that normal, given that a large portion of my
mental assets were occupied with thoughts of the boy, and how very much I
was going to miss him.

   The oft consulted clock on my office wall finally crept toward the three
o'clock hour, which, for brokerage firms on the west coast, signified the
close of the east coast trading day, and I was at last free to hustle home,
and await Robby's arrival. I cleared my desk, and activated my voice mail,
said goodnight to my assistant, and headed home.

   As I walked from my parking space, passing by the pool area, I spotted
Robby stretched out on one of the lounge chairs that lined the pool, and
stopped, giving him a little whistle which caught his attention, and he
looked over at me, and flashed one of his stunning smiles, as he got to his
feet, and hurried my way. He let himself out the wrought iron gate that
secured the pool area, then, walked up to me, as I reached out to cuff him
around the shoulder, as we said our hello's, then moved off toward my
apartment. Inside, I swung the door shut, and Robby turned to face me, and
I pulled him close, just holding him for a moment. The fresh scent of his
hair filled my senses, and the comfortable fit of his lithe body pressed
against mine served as further reminders of how badly I was going to miss
little moments like this one, and I sighed heavily. He pulled back
slightly, looking at me, and said,

   "Yea, I know...it seriously sucks...but...let's just not think about it
right now, ok...?"

   I gave him a weak smile, and nodded, as I let him go, and we moved into
the living room, taking places on the sofa. I laid an arm on the back of
the sofa, then, moved it, my hand cupping the nape of his neck, as I told
him,

   "You do know... what you... and all of this, means to me, Babe,
right...?...in only this short little time frame you have made a lot of my
dreams come true...and some things that I never even imagined, as
well...and, as a result, you are, and always will be, very, very, special
to me...you know that, right...?"

   He nodded his head, snuggling closer to me, as he laid his hand on my
thigh, sending sweet little jolts to my balls, as he replied,

   "I do know that, Scott, yes...and it all goes that way for me, too...I
never actually thought that anything like...this...would ever actually
happen...much as I really wanted it to...and...well...I'm just really happy
that it did...and yea...special...that's a really good word for how I feel,
too..."

   I hugged him again, fighting hard not to let this last time together, at
least for the foreseeable future, become a maudlin event, so I made a
half-assed attempt to lighten things up a touch by suggesting,

   "Hey, Tiger...the day has been kind of tense, tying up all those loose
ends, and all...right now a long shower sounds like an excellent
idea...you, um...care to join me, by any chance...?"

   He issued a small giggle, his head rotating in the affirmative, then
chirped an excited little response in a single, music- to- my- ears word,
as he said,

   "Cool...!"

   Naked, we stepped under the warm spray of the shower, letting the
multiple shower heads cascade over us until we were drenched, and I nudged
Robby backward, so that he leaned against the tile wall of the stall, and I
leaned close, and kissed him tenderly, as he eagerly returned the kiss, his
tongue invading my mouth as I sucked on it. Our erections were trapped
between our slick bodies, and I felt him grinding his rigid penis against
me as I gently thrust mine at him. I moved my hand to his smooth chest,
rubbing the wet, slippery smoothness of his skin, then, fingered his
nipples, moving between the stiff little nubs, as he moaned softly into my
mouth. Breaking the kiss, I bent my head, and lapped at his nipples with my
tongue, then sucked each in turn, as he reached down to grip my rock hard
penis, stroking it slowly.

   I dropped to my knees, licking along the flat of his tummy, then lower,
my tongue washing over his sculpted erection, and licking the smooth head,
my tongue pressing firmly into the tiny slit at its center. I slid his
silky smooth cock into my mouth, and sucked it briefly, then eased back,
releasing it, and licked along the shaft, until I reached his dangling
scrotum. I lapped at his taut pouch, the smooth pink skin bulging nicely
with his plump balls, then, opened my mouth, and sucked one ball inside,
sucking it strongly enough to elicit a series of soft moans from
him. Letting it go, I quickly inhaled its twin, again applying fairly
strong suction, and he grabbed a my head, his fingers threaded into my
hair, as I released the ball, opened my mouth widely, then, managed to
capture both nuggets together, as I sucked his smooth sac, my hands cupping
the firm, perfect, mounds of his sweet ass.

   He grunted, his fingers tugging at my hair, and I worried that I might
be hurting him some, so I backed off his balls, and again took his rigid
cock into my mouth, sucking him for another minute, before releasing him,
and standing up again. He looked at me, his dark eyes slightly glazed over,
as he slowly shook his head, and mumbled,

   "You are so...amazing...!"

I gave him a little wink, then, reached for the bar of soap, and began
scrubbing his silky skin, lathering his entire body, and paying a lot of
attention to that pulsing boyhood, and his captivating sac. Bending over, I
lathered his thighs, and calves, ending by kneeling to wash his feet, then,
turned him, and started all over again on his back side. Bypassing his
tempting little ass, I lathered the backs of his thighs, then worked up his
inner thighs, finally cupping his balls in a soapy hand, and rolling them
with my fingers. He extended his arms forward, bracing himself on the wall,
as I let go of his balls, and applied a lot of lather to those incredible
little pillows of his bubbly little butt, kneading the firm flesh with my
fingers, as he cocked backward from his slender waist, all but offering my
that amazing little ass. I slipped a soapy finger into his warm crease,
moving it along the length, and dipped deeper with my index finger, finding
his little pucker, and gently pressing my soapy finger into it, as Robby
thrust downward, impaling my slippery finger in his gripping little hole.

   I eased it into him, and he groaned softly, as I felt his muscles go
soft, easing my entrance into him, and I wiggled my finger around, finding,
and massaging his hard little prostate, as he continued to moan softly. I
fingered him, steadily sliding over his gland, and I reached around to take
his penis in my free hand, stroking it, and working my fingertip across the
oozing head. He shuddered, his lean body giving off a shiver-like tremble,
and felt his cock throb in my fingers, and I backed my finger out of him,
worried that I'd overdone it, and he was very close to cumming. Letting go
of his cock, I moved my hands to his waist, and righted him, so that the
triple shower heads rid him of the copious amount of soap I had applied to
him. I stood then, and planted a soft little kiss on the crease of skin
where his neck joins his shoulder, and he deliberately took the soap cake
from my hand, as he nudged me back against the wall, and began rubbing the
soap across my chest, and arms.

   Robby lathered and rinsed me much as I had done with him, to my great
pleasure, obviously, spending what definitely seemed an inordinate amount
of time with my throbbing cock, and acing balls, but hey, he got no
complaint from me whatever! After pushing me under the spray, and turning
me round and round, we turned off the now cooling shower, and stepped out
to towel off, then, be-still-my-heart, headed to my roomy bed.

   Robby hopped onto the bed, nearly literally, his lithe body landing
prone, and bouncing, as he packed a pillow behind his head, and looked up
at me, causing my heart to skip a beat, as I paused to absorb the beauty of
him, and his trim body. He was a decidedly great looking boy, and even
though he was rapidly maturing at nearly sixteen, his cute face had
maintained a definite boyish look, so that if you focused only on his face,
you would take him more for perhaps fourteen, even a late thirteen. His
body was well developed, his emerging musculature defined, though not buff,
and nearly devoid of any hair growth, save for the puff of pubes at the
base of his penis, and some barely visible fuzz along his lower legs. His
skin was flawless, and nicely tanned, giving stark contrast to the very
white pelvic area that was shaded by his shorts, or swim suit. His penis
was, indeed, a thing to behold, not overtly large, or thick, but absolutely
sculpted in its perfection of size, and shape. As I gazed hungrily at it
now, it was fully erect, and lay in a straight-up position, pulsing with
his heartbeat as it rested against his abdomen, with his plump and smooth
scrotum tucked neatly beneath. It was a picture that would sear itself in
my memory, and, I was certain, one to be called forth frequently, once
circumstances precluded me seeing it in real life.

   He lay there quietly, watching me look at him, probably wondering when
the drool was going to start oozing from the corners of my mouth, and I
gave a small shake of my head, then met his steady gaze, and told him,

   "Not only are you extremely special, young Robby...you are, indeed, one
truly beautiful boy..!'

   He blushed prettily, the soft pink glow only serving to further his
breath-taking good looks, and smiled, as he mumbled, slightly embarrassed,

   "Oh jeez, Scott...I'm a guy...I'm not supposed to be...beautiful...!"

   I chuckled, easing onto the bed beside him, and taking him onto my arms,
as I replied,

   "Indeed you are, Babe...indeed you are...a guy...and beautiful...!"

   I felt him sigh heavily, but he made no reply, accepting, I suppose, the
forcefulness in my statement that plainly telegraphed that, like it or not,
to me he was beautiful, and, the matter was not open to debate.

   Naked and entwined as we were, our passions quickly ended any further
discussion, and we fueled them further still, as we cuddled and kissed, our
hands roaming over each others bodies in growing lust. At some point, I
hovered above him, kissing and licking every little patch of his satin like
skin that I encountered as I trailed my tongue and lips down his body, and
when I reached his center, and slipped his rigid penis into my mouth, he
grappled at my middle, tugging on my waist, so that I paused to flip my
body around, going nose-to-toes with him, as we once again joined in a
classic, and mind-bending, sixty nine, the mingle groans of pleasure, and
the wet sounds of sucking filling the room.

   We were so molded, and bonded, that time had no meaning, and the mutual
oral pleasuring might have gone on minutes, or hours. I was simply unable
to get my fill of his incredible penis, as though I wanted to completely
devour it, to own it, to make it my own, as I sucked it, and licked it,
taking it so deeply into me that I felt the spongy head bump the back of my
throat, and still I wanted, needed more of him. Releasing his turgid rod
from my mouth, I I gripped his scrotum between thumb, and finger, closing
the circle just behind his plump balls, causing them to gather, and
protrude toward me, as I lapped at the tight lump, licking it all over,
before closing my mouth around it, then sucking gently, loving the sound of
him moaning in pleasure. Shifting slightly, I slid lower, and ran my tongue
behind his balls, licking his firm perineum all the way to the crease of
his ass, making several passes, leaving the entire area wet with my
drooling saliva.

   Finally pulling back, I slid my hands under his body, and lifted him,
flipping him onto his tummy, so that perfect bubble butt filled my view. I
groaned at the sight of its perfect roundness, and the way that the twin
pillows arched outward from his smooth, flat back, and I gripped the mounds
in my hands, kneading them, even lightly slapping at them once or
twice. Robby moaned, his legs splaying to the sides, as he opened himself
to me, and, I caved in totally to the overwhelming desire that filled me,
as I all but dove in, burying my face in those amazing mounds, my eager
tongue digging into the crease between them, as I wetly tongued his snug
little treasure.

   "OHhhh, God...UMmmmm...!" he croaked, as I circled the small oval with
my tongue, tasting him, my taste buds exploding with his fresh, clean,
flavors. I licked him, and rolled my tongue, pushing into him, so that I
drove past the resistive muscles, and drove inside him, so amazingly tight,
and warm, and smooth.

   My hands gripped the twin mounds of his little ass, spreading him open,
and I pulled back slightly to savor the view, and gasped, as I focused on
his core, so pink, and wrinkled, and he flexed it, first closing it
tightly, then, spreading it slightly, as if in invitation, and I felt my
cock drooling precum, as I stared at the breath taking sight before
me. Diving back in, I tongued his hot center again, and again, as he
squirmed beneath my onslaught, his hips bucking as he humped his penis into
the sheet below him, soft mewing sounds coming from him in a steady
stream. I raised my head then, and reached up along side him to retrieve
the lube that I had stashed under my pillow, and quickly squeezed a
generous portion onto my hand, then, upended the bottle above his little
hole, and drenched it in the slippery gel as well. He tensed slightly as
the cool liquid contacted his sensitive spot, then, relaxed again, as I
trailed my gooey finger into his crease, and worked it around his hole,
spreading the lube, before pressing my middle finger to his entrance. He
sucked in a deep breath, then, let it go slowly as I gently pushed inside
him, moving steadily, until the length of my finger was in him, and I
paused. He shifted slightly, bending one knee, and tucking it closer to his
middle, as I began fingering him, gliding in and out effortlessly in the
slippery gel. I found his sweet spot, and strummed over it several times,
with Robby shuddering, and moaning, each time I touched it, and I leaned
down to drag my extended tongue all over those snow white mounds of flesh,
as I moved my finger in and out of his incredible tightness.

   Once again, it might have been minutes, or hours, that I fingered him,
and finally, I could no longer resist the compelling temptation that lay
open before me. I eased my finger out of him, and quickly coated my aching
cock with the lube, then, flipped him back over onto his back. He gazed up
at me, his face flushed, and sweating, as I moved between his splayed
legs. Leaning over him, I bent down, and kissed him deeply, then, lifted
his legs, bending them back toward his panting chest. I centered my
drooling cock with his center, and pushed steadily into him, his tunnel
spreading, and gripping my pulsing shaft like a vise, as he expelled a long
release of air, then, sucked in a deep breath, and moaned,

   "OHhhhh...Unnggg...god...yesssss...!"

   I bottomed out inside him, holding my breath, and fighting the insistent
urge to blow my load, as his inner muscles gripped my penis, and he worked
them, pushing his pretty ass upward against my thrust. The grip was
vise-like, as he contracted, and relaxed, and the sensation was incredible,
a milking kind of feeling, and I groaned loudly, releasing the breath in
one long woosh of air. Robby fixed his eyes on mine, as I slowly withdrew,
leaving only the head of my cock in his buttery soft chute, as I paused
again, before sliding deeply back into him. He rolled his head side to side
on the pillow, his eyes tightly closed, and his lush mouth pulled tightly
into a grimace, as he adjusted to the intrusion. I moved in and out slowly
several more times, and felt his resistance soften, and his muscles relax,
as he went all soft in that way that he has of telling me he is ready, and
wanting. I drew back once more, pausing, and his eyes fluttered open,
looking at me, and a tight smile turned up his mouth, as he gave a tiny nod
of his head, and hissed,

   "Oh God, Scott...damn...fuck me...oh God...just...fuuuuuck...me...!"

   And, fuck him I did, giving the effort my total A-game, bringing forth
moves I had no idea either of us even possessed, pumping him, and working
his rigid boyhood in my fist, as Robby's balled fists hammered at the bed,
his head rolling on the pillow, as the sweat poured from my face, and
dripped onto his heaving torso. On and on we went, totally lost in the
wonder of it all, and again, maybe minutes, maybe hours, passed. Suddenly,
Robby gave a strong upward heave with his hips, as his hand grabbed at my
wrist where I stroked his rock hard cock, and he moved my hand with his,
quickening the pace, as his rampant penis spasmed, and erupted. His creamy
fluid ejected from his slit in rapid spurts, the first arching above him,
and landing nearly at his nipple, followed instantly by a second, third,
and fourth strong pulse, painting his heaving tummy on streamers of the
viscous stuff, then settling, several weak, and much smaller dribbles
oozing from the small slit.

   Watching his copious ejaculation triggered my own orgasm, and I felt a
dull ach deep in my swinging balls, as I drove deeply into his silky tunnel
once more, and my cock throbbed, then, exploded, my pent up load
ejaculating deep inside his gripping tunnel, over and over, and over
again. Finally, it ended, my cock spent, and wilting, slipped out of him
with a soft pop, as I gasped for breath, sagging back onto my haunches. I
watched then, incredulous, as my thick semen began drooling from his well
stretched hole, drizzling into the crease of his ass, as his still open
hole expelled it. Robby relaxed then, and let his legs drop to the bed, as
he gazed up at me, flushed, and smiling, and I shook my head in
incredulity, then, moved to stretch out next to him, and take his still
trembling body into my arms. He snuggled in close to me, as I held him,
stroking him, and ruffling his soft hair, as we recovered our normal
breathing. Finally, he turned his sweet face toward me, another dazzling
smile lighting the room, and I smiled back at him, and said,

   "Oh Robby...Babe...honest to God...if I never do that again in my life,
it won't matter...because...that...you...us...is...well...the
absolute...fuck, of a lifetime...bar none...!"

   He burrowed in closer, his warmth enveloping me, as he simply nodded his
head, and murmured,

   "Yup...definitely...!"

   And do, sadly, we managed to do what had to be done. We cuddled, cooed,
and kissed, clinging greedily to each of those last moments, and then, I
simply drove him home, and we said, "So long," but never "Goodbye." That
simply was not an option, not now, and I know that sometime, somehow, we
will find a way, or ways, to be together again, Robby and I, because some
thing are just "right," and he and I were, definitely... one of those
things!

The End
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