Date: Fri, 12 Nov 2004 16:11:15 -0800
From: Bob Hook <bobhook10@hotmail.com>
Subject: Condo Kid (Part 15)

Arriving back at the condo complex, I steered the mustang into its carport,
and killed the engine. I dropped my hand on Eric's bare thigh, and quietly
asked him, "You O.K., little dude....some thing bugging you...or...? He
inhaled a deep breath, let it out slowly, while shaking his head in the
negative, and said, "Naa...not really....its all cool." I lightly rubbed the
silky skin of his thigh as I looked closely at him, and said, "Well...you
were pretty much quiet, all the way home, and....you're not exactly gushing
forth right now, either....so...what's up, champ?" He looked at me, and
seriously made an attempt to brighten his demeanor, flashing that mega watt
smile, as he replied, "No, Rob...serious...I'm cool....maybe too much sun,
or sumpthin..." he said, and gripped my wrist, and moved my hand to his
bulging crotch. "See," He grinned at me, "Pretty much normal!!" He giggled,
as I felt his swollen cock through his shorts.

Laughing at his method of reassuring me, I gave his meat a firm squeeze,
then released it, and sat back in my seat. "OK, dude....I'm convinced!!" I
chuckled, swung  the car door open, and climbed out, as Eric alighted from
his side. I thumbed the door lock thingy, and we walked into the pool area.
"Hey...." Chirped Eric, "Wanna hot tub it?" Images of the tiny, red, Speedo
immediately flashed into my perverted mind, and I grinned at him, "Sounds
like a plan to me, champ...and...red is my fave color, right?" I told him,
wiggling my eyebrows, and leering at him. He giggled, and muttered, "Pervy
old dude...you got it!"  I nodded vigorously, confirming his accusation, and
said, "Meet you in 10!" I headed for my place, as Eric jogged across the
pool area.

I entered the condo, made a brief stop at the john, then changed into my
Speedo. I fished a towel out of the linen closet, wrapped it around my neck,
  slid some flip flops on my feet, went back outside, and to the Spa. I
flipped the switch, to fire off the jets, and the water began to churn, and
froth. Checking the submerged thermometer, I noted the water temperature was
at 102 degrees, which accounted for the cloud of steam that hovered above
the Spa. I stepped out of the flips, dropped my towel on the concrete deck,
and stepped into the bubbling, hot, water, slowly sitting on the bench seat.
The steamy water created a rapid rise in my body temperature, and I leaned
back, and sighed, with contentment...life, as I currently knew it, was good!

In a very few minutes, I detected the presence of others, and opened my
eyes, and quickly gulped a massive amount of air, through my gaping mouth!
Eric...standing at Spa's edge...one smooth, trim leg extended, as he toe-
tested the water, garbed in the micro, shiny, red Speedo! I gazed up at him,
slowly drinking in the total of his boyish beauty. My eyes traveled the
length of his firm, smooth legs, and lingered, upon reaching the bulging
package of his crotch, the micro Speedo doing its best, and nearly failing,
to contain all that was Eric! The skin tight Nylon was stretched tautly
against the bulging force within, and the perfect shape of his cock was
clearly defined, as it was snugged against his groin, the head pointed
downward, and threatening to escape the tight leg band that clung to his
left thigh, and resting on the bulge of his tight balls, below.

He moved his head, and our eyes met. I grinned, and said, simply,
"Yummmmy!!" Eric giggled, blushed sweetly, and slipped into the hot, frothy,
water, sitting down, beside me. Grinning widely, he pressed his sweet lips
close to my ear, and said, in a sinister tone, "Whatcha looking at,
Mister..?" And he giggled softly. Turning my head, I pressed my lips gently
to his creamy cheek, kissing him there, and replied, "My dessert....I
hope!!" He giggled some more, then, asked, "Wanna cherry on it, Mister?" And
he wiggled his eyebrows up and down. I slid my hand behind him, and cupped a
firm butt cheek, giving it a squeeze, and answered, "Ohhh Yea...I definitely
want the cherry...absolutely my favorite part!!" He brought that sweet face
very close to mine, and, his grin fading, said very quietly, and directly,
"You can have it, you know...!" and his pretty face glowed brighter, as the
blush painted his creamy cheeks.

I felt my heart thumping, and I heard it, in my ears, as the blood flooded
my brain. My own cock was straining, and twitching with my pounding pulse.
Pressing angrily against my Speedo. "Jeeeezz, baby!!" I groaned, "Chill...or
I'm going to have a serious mess in these damned Speedo's!!" He leaned back,
grinning widely, and the soft, melodic, giggle sounds came forth from his
sweet, sexy, mouth. "What....can't take it, Mister....little boy gotcha all
hotted up...?" He teased me. I reached down, and tugged at my stretched
Speedo, trying to relieve the pressure on my straining cock, and told the
taunting boy, "You are soooo seriously going to pay for this, turkey!" He
laughed, then said, in a too- loud- for- the- location, voice, all trill,
and girlish, "What, Mister...?...You want to PAY ME!!??" Oh shit, I thought,
and quickly spun my head in a circle, praying that no one had heard him, but
unable, at the same time, to keep myself from cracking up!

My eyes stopped dead, locked onto a woman, who had been crossing the pool
deck, some distance away. She had stopped moving, seemingly in mid-step, and
had her head cocked in our direction, as if questioning what she might have
heard. Apparently deciding that she couldn't have heard correctly, she gave
a slight shrug, and moved on! I let out my held breath, and turning to face
the giggling Eric, I grabbed him, and dunked him underwater! He surfaced,
blowing water from his mouth, and doubled up, laughing so hard he was almost
crying! His peals of giggles proved contagious, and soon I was doubled up
equally as much as he was! "God!" I gasped, "What AM I going to do with
you!!" He gave me the batted eyes thing, again, and giggled, "ANYthing you
wanna do, Mister!!" And I promptly dunked him, again!

Eric surfaced, and pouting his sweet lips, ejected a plume of water in my
general direction, which I managed to avoid, given my lightning like
reflexes. He was still pretty much cracked up with himself, and giggled, in
that special way of his.  I had to laugh with him, in spite of the terror he
had so recently caused with his impish boldness! "I ought to spank your
pretty, little butt!" I chided him, grinning. His eyes went wide, and,
between raucous giggles, he said, loudly again, "Ohhhh..Please,
Mister....Don't SPANK MY BUTT!!" he crowed, all falsetto, and squeaky
voiced! I slapped my open palm against the water, sending a vicious wave of
water into his grinning face! "You TURKEY!!" I yelled back at him, and
standing, I picked him up, flipped him over my shoulder, fireman carry
style, and wacked his little bubble, several times, as he giggled and
screamed for me stop!!

I unceremoniously dumped his upside down body into the spa, and collapsed
down onto the seat, laughing and coughing up water. He surfaced, across from
me, and sat back, still giggling. We settled down some now, and I did
another cursory scan of the pool area, relieved to not see any spectators to
our little game. I looked at my grinning boy, smiled, and told him, "You are
sooooo bad!!" And he nodded his sweet head happily.

We sat a bit, regaining normal breath, then suddenly, just as I had truly
relaxed, I felt Eric's small foot against the inside of my thigh, moving
upward, until it forcefully invaded my crotch, and pressed against my hard
cock. I gasped at the contact, and flinched once, then settled back, and
spread my legs wider, giving him a devilish grin, and pumped my eyebrows up
and down. He returned the look, then scooted further down on his seat, until
the water swirled just under his chin. This maneuver gave him more smooth
leg to work with, and he picked up his foot assault of my throbbing cock! As
he worked his trim foot in an up and down motion on my cock, I began
thrusting my hips against his foot, and in a minute, we had a rhythm
established, where he was effectively jacking me off, with his foot! I
relaxed, and began to let the sweet sensation take over.

I considered, briefly, the odds of being discovered at this lewd activity. I
decided that, unless someone actually walked right up to the edge of the
Spa, our activity would appear normal, and above board, with Eric actually
seated across from me, his leg and foot actions fully concealed by the foamy
surface of the bubbling water. Having decided that this just might actually
work, I picked up my hip thrust speed a bit, and gave him my very best leer.
He giggled some more, and matched my increased hip pressure with his own,
via stroking foot, and in short order, I felt that sweet tingle building in
my loaded balls!

Eric stroked his foot against my cock, then wiggled his body around some,
and then I felt his second foot press up against my drooling cock, to join
the rhythm of the other foot. "Shit!!" I hissed, through clenched jaws,
"Gonnna make me cumm, baby!" I grunted at him, then felt my nuts roll over,
and my load climbed the length of my pulsing cock, and erupted, shooting
several strong jets of cumm into my Speedo!! "Unnnggg....Gaaaddd!" I moaned
softly, my eyes rolling back into my head, as I went slack, and sunk back
onto the seat, chest heaving. "SaaaaWeeeet!!" Sang my boy, as he retracted
his cute feet, and, with a giggle, began a sing song chant of , "Rob slimmed
his Speedo....", so damn proud of himself, he was!

Managing to half way stand, I stepped across the Spa, and sitting, pulled
him close to me, and hugged him briefly, then fluffed his soft hair, telling
him, Gawd, baby....you are NOT to be believed!!" Beneath the foaming water,
he reached out, and grasped my shrinking cock in his small fist and milked
it a few times, giggling still more, and said, "Squish-Squish, Mister!!" in
that silly, girly, little squeek!

A short while later, we sat side by side, quietly talking. Eric's mood had
grown more somber, again, much like in the car. "Hey, champ, " I began
again, "You sure all is well with you...you're going all serious on me,
again!" He looked at me, and I drowned in his deep, dark pools. He answered,
quietly, "Yea...It's cool..I guess...just...." And he trailed off. I grasped
him by his bare, creamy shoulders, and looked into his eyes, seriously.
"OK....let's have it, dude...whatever it is!" He faltered, blinking several
times, and replied softly, "Its just..only....well....I just, like, really,
really, like to hang with you..and...oh shit...my mom say's I'm taking up
all of your time... and... that's not, like, fair...and...so...I can't hang
with you...like..for a while...I guess...!" He finally got out.

I was stunned! Susan had never indicated, in any way, that she felt like
that! I had made it plain, or so I thought, that I very much enjoyed Eric's
company, and more, he had been most helpful in getting me oriented in the
area, and that I had, in turn, provided some measure of security for her,
when at work, that Eric was being looked after!  Hell, we had become
FRIENDS, I thought!! Then, my heart did a small flip, as I began to consider
the remote possibility that, somehow, she KNEW! My mind raced, replaying all
of our contacts, and conversations, the interaction of Eric and myself in
her presence, a million things I reflected on in a matter of mere seconds,
trying, vainly, to find a flaw, anything, that might suggest to Susan what
had, and was, transpiring between her son, and me! I truly could think of
nothing!!

Turning to Eric, I told him, "That very much surprises me, little dude, and,
it definitely isn't true!!" He looked at me seriously as I continued,  "I
love hanging out with you, too, champ, and if I didn't have you, I'd be
pretty damned lonely, and bored!" He smiled, at that, then said softly, "I
dunno how come she said that, Rob....she just did!" I paused, still looking
into his eyes, then said, "Eric....baby...I have to ask this....please
understand...uh...Susan..uh...Mom, I mean....she
doesn't...uh...know....about..." I was stuttering, then Eric, eyes opening
wide, and mouth dropping, understood, and said, "Ohhh....Rob.....NO WAY!!!"
He stated forcefully, "I woulda' never let her know any of that stuff!!" I
smiled at him, and exhaled, saying, "I know, baby, I know,...I just needed
to be sure, you know?" He nodded his head, and actually wiped a small tear
from his eye! "It will be OK, little dude, I'm going to talk to her about
this, and get things cleared up, OK? I told him. He sniffed, and brightened
some, and nodded his head, slowly. "Ok, rob....I bet you can get it all
fixed up!!"

The mood somewhat darkened, we exited the Spa, and stood, toweling off, as I
mentally processed my thoughts regarding the upcoming conversation with
Susan. "What time will she be home, Buddy?" I asked him. "This is one of her
late shifts, Rob," he said, "Like midnight, actually." I digested that, then
said, "well....OK, then...I'll catch her tomorrow, then." He nodded, again.
'OK, hot-stuff, you go clean up, and call your Mom, and tell her we are
going out to eat, and that I will get you setup after, OK?" He grinned, and
answered, "Cool....and then I'll come over, when I'm ready!" And he turned,
and jogged off toward home, his bubble butt holding my attention the entire
time, until he disappeared from view.

I returned to the Condo, showered, and shaved. Dressed in some linen shorts,
and a Polo shirt, I went to the kitchen, and fixed myself a cocktail. I
wandered out on the balcony, and sat, sipping, and watching the sunset
begin. My mind went over it all, again, and still I could find no chink that
would have caused susan's suspicions. I decided to not dwell on it, just let
it slide, until I could talk to her. Hell, maybe it was just what she told
Eric, that she felt he was taking too much of my time. I'd get it
straightened out tomorrow. Ihad finished my drink, and was passively
watching the evening news, when boy wonder appeared at the top of the
stairway. I had given him his own key to the place, transcending the need
for me to do the stair thing each time he arrived. When one
is...uh...involved...with a 14 year old boy, energy conservation increases
greatly in importance!!

If possible, he looked even more stunning than usual! His sweet face fairly
glowed with the days worth of California beach sun, and the tan highlighted
the small, perfect, white teeth, as he fixed his mega watter on me! I was
delighted to note that, rather than the usual, oversized, baggies, he wore
shorts much more form fitting, and shorter, much like what I refer to as gym
shorts. These were snow white, and showcased his hairless, and nicely shaped
legs, now deeply tanned, matching his glowing face. That ever present, and
delightful, boy package was nicely in relief, and presented a knowing bulge,
at exactly the correct location. His choice of shirt appeared to have once
been a sweatshirt,  a soft, powder blue shade, but had undergone some
alterations involving a none too neat removal of the sleeves, leaving a
ragged sort of fringe at the severed edges. His firm. Swimmers arms were
displayed nicely as they exited this cutoff area, and the shirt was large,
and slack, so that in certain leaning positions, much of his smooth chest
was offered into view. The outfit was finished off with clean, white tennis
shoes, and ankle socks. I said, again, "Yummmmy!!" and he giggled, god bless
him!!

We boarded the Mustang, and breezed off, Westbound, toward the beach area.
Surprisingly, Eric had a fondness for seafood, and we were enroute to a
place called Scott's, which he indicated was simply, "Killer!" Arriving, we
splurged on the valet parking, and I firmly admonished the cute, young,
attendant on proper care and feeding of the 'Stang! Mr. Studly accepted my
cautions politely, nodded, then climbed in, and, lit up the rear tires, as
he screeched away! Sheesh!

We entered, and were seated promptly, at a nice window table, overlooking
the beach, and the floodlit, crashing surf. Sweet! Yet another blond,
tanned, "hang-ten" surfer/server appeared at tableside, inquiring, all
dazzeling, white smile, as to our drink preferences. Throwing all caution
aside, I ordered a very dry, very cold, Vodka Martini, straight up, if you
please, and 2 olives! Eric opted for an iced tea, and, in the process of
addressing his order to surfer boy, so charmed the young stud, that, I'm
certain, he could have easily gotten a Martini of his own, had he so
desired! MoonDoggie, redux, left menu's, and departed the table.

We read the menu's over, and shortly, the Surf's Up poster boy delivered out
drinks, amid more dazzling smiles. I sipped, and found the Martini fully on
a par with what Bond, James Bond, would have expected. Eric's iced tea
arrived in a glass nearly as tall as he, and was abundantly decorated with
maybe half a pound of various fresh fruit sticks, and yes, one of those
ridiculous umbrella thingys! I wondered idly if Surf rat was hitting on my
date! Of course he was!!!

Eric ordered a lazy mans Chippino, and I opted for steamed clams and
muscles. We were served a delicious, crisp, shrimp filled, salad first, and
a warm loaf of French bread that had my nasal senses overworking. The server
delivered the attractively set out bowels of food, all steamy, and smelling
mouth watering good, then stood behind Eric, and, with great flourish,
affixed a huge, linen, bib around his neck, lingering, I decided, much too
long, in the tying process!! Oh well, I concluded, eat your heart out, Sweet
Meat, he's leaving with ME!

We dug into the delicious food, and ate to a point near stuffing! Our
conversation was light, easy, and fun, and Eric seemed to have set aside his
earlier concerns. He amazed me when he allowed surfer/server/hottie/letch,
to sell him on dessert, after the meal he had just consumed, but, hey,
you're only 14 once, right? In short order, my boy was happily attacking an
outsized ice cream something, topped with.....uh huh....a CHERRY!  Eric
paused, at about the half way point, and, gingerly picking up the cherry by
it's stem, he wiggled it back and forth, grinned at me lewdly, and in that
falsetto voice, but quietly this time, thank God, said, "Oh Mister....ya
want my sweet cherry??" I cracked up, of course, and in my worst ever
Groucho Marx imitation with my eyebrows, told him, "Oh YEA,  Sonny....I
would LOVE to have your sweet cherry!!" Screw it, I decided, two could play
this game, and the nearby observers, be damned!! Eric giggled sweetly at my
goofy imitation, and rightly so, hell, he probably had no idea who Groucho
Marx was ,even!!

Dinner complete, and the server/surfer/perv, having been adequately over
compensated for his meager efforts, I paid the tab, and we departed. Leering
at the NASCAR wannabe parking kid, I produced my ticket, and he jogged off
to locate the 'Stang, his bubble butt flexing athletically as he went.
California beach towns have GOT to have a corner on the boy bubble butt
market!! Has to be!! The Mustang arrived, apparently unscathed, and we
climbed in, and roared away, scattering bits and pieces over the parking
hottie, who stood, grinning madly, at the $10.00 bill I had handed him.

Eric fiddled with the radio dial, and I cringed. Much too pleasant a meal to
be digest to the screeches of emnmem, or Puff Daddy, et al. I pleaded for
some more soothing fair, and begrudgingly, he complied, and the mellow,
satin, sounds of Tony Bennett soon filled the interior of the car.

The evening was perfect, warm, with a gentle breeze off the ocean, and a
star filled sky. I reached across, and stroked Eric's silky, bare thigh.
"Feeling mellow, champ!" I told him, :How's 'bout you??" He grinned at me,
then picked up my hand, and again, placed it squarly in his swollen crotch.
With a giggle, he answered, :You're FEELING, how I'm feeling," he told me! I
gripped his firm tool, stroking it a bit, and said, "Hey, little boy, how
about a nightcap, at my place??" He pushed his small hand down on top of
mine, increasing the pressure on his cock, and his slim hips rose up a bit.
Then he said, soft as the misting rain, "Yea, Mister.....I DO want
that.......a LOT!!"

Returning both hands to the steering wheel, I pressed harder on the gas
pedal! Suddenly, I was in a hurry to get home!!!

(More to Cumm)

Weekend time, guys!! I may take a brief pause in here....maybe some
serious...uh...research....like at the local Mall.....Saturdays can be
fruitful, if you'll pardon the obvious pun!! Thanks to all who emailed!!
Many great...and yes...pithy, too. Comments!! I appreciate them, one, and
all! Bobhook10@hotmail.com