Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2006 14:31:08 -0800 (PST) From: Rob Hoek Subject: Dillon's Summer Visit (11) Dillon's Summer Visit (11) By Storyguy22 Realizing suddenly that we had been quite a long time, leaving Carl on his own after just being released from the hospital, Dillon and I got ourselves together, and walked back down the beach to the car, and headed for home. He cuddled close by on the car seat as we drove, and we took the opportunity to get in some covert groping of each others crotches, giggling at the distinct possibilities of being observed my some of the big rig trucks we passed on the highway. Nearing Carl's house, we let things cool, so that his prominent little boner, and my even more prominent one, could relax before we had to face Carl. Dillon helped me unload the bags from the car, and together, we stored the stuff in cupboards, and the refrigerator, then, settled into the living room to chat, and catch Carl up on events during his absence, well, not all events, obviously. As the traditional cocktail hour rolled around, I felt immediately better about Carl's condition, when he insisted I make him his usual evening libation. We followed our normal routine, and spent the next hour sipping our two drinks each, as Dillon participated with his choice of non-adult beverage, served over ice, in the same type glass that Carl and I used. He seemed very proud of himself as he shared the traditional adult time with us, and he once again impressed me with his range of subject knowledge for one of his tender years. Hell, I decided, even if he never uttered a word, I'd be happy to just sit here and drink in his boyish beauty, and abject sweetness. The only improvement that I could have offered would have been to have him gloriously naked, with that pretty little boy nail pointed due North as we sat there chatting. Not wanting to push Carl too far his first day home, as we finished our drinks, I slid a frozen lasagna into the oven for their dinner entree, and tossed a salad, which I put into the fridge. Dillon allowed that he could handle the french bread, and the serving and cleanup, so I took my leave to go home. Dillon walked to the front porch with me, and, once outside, I dropped to one knee, and again groped his taut little package, as he giggled sweetly, and promised to come swimming in the morning. As I crossed Carl's property, and onto my own, I thought to myself that it was going to be a long evening, and night. I woke to a sunlit bedroom, and rolled over, looking at the clock on the nightstand, and saw that it was nearly eight o'clock. I stretched, blinking the good nights rest from my eyes, then, tossed back the sheet, and rolled out of bed. I walked naked to the kitchen, and got some coffee started, then, wandered back to the bathroom to shower, and all the rest. Finished, I pulled on some fresh gym shorts, and went back in search of that fresh pot of coffee, and some juice. I wandered through the house, and outside, looking around the driveway for the morning newspaper, finally spotting it on the strip of gravel between my house and Carl's. I headed that way, thinking that I really did need to speak to Cory, my young paper boy, when he came around to collect, and try once more to encourage the little cutie to make an effort to land the paper somewhere in the general vicinity of MY house, not the neighbors. The chat had never accomplished much in the past, but what the hell, I decided, just having the cute little twelve year old stand there and blush as I scolded him was well worth the effort. I retrieved the errant newspaper, and turned back toward the house, when I thought I heard something, not sure just what, and turned back to look over at Carl's house. Movement caught my eye, and I looked up at the second floor window of Carl's house, and smiled, as I spotted Dillon madly waving at me through the open window, and trying to make some weird sort of whistle sound, without actually making much noise. I waved up at him, letting my eyes drift over his slender little body, and I felt my cock twinge, when I focused on yet another pair of the tiny little briefs that he wore. He grinned, and waved again, then, stretched his nearly nude frame, and clasped his small hands above his blond head. He executed a slow turn then, a full 360, and I hungrily stared at his lithe young body. The tiny briefs were obviously skin tight, and they clung to the shapely little melons of his ass perfectly, and were wedged into his snug little cleft equally as perfectly. As he completed his turn around, my eyes dwelled on the delicious bulge at his crotch, and drank in the creamy skin of his tanned upper thighs. Grinning, I made a big show of adjusting my swollen cock inside my shorts, and wiggling my eyebrows at him in as sinister a way as I could muster. He giggled sweetly, then, dropped his arms, and moved his delicate fingers to the elastic of the tiny briefs. I watched, incredulous, as the boy quickly slid the small garment down, freeing his very erect boyhood, and the grape sized balls below. He preened in the center of the open window, stifling a peal of giggles, as I drooled, reveling in the glory of his youthful nakedness, and wanting in the worst way to charge up there, and ravish his youthful beauty in several despicable ways. Dillon giggled again at my reaction to his little show and tell, then, reached down, and closed his small fist around his rigid penis, rapidly stroking the fully aroused member back and forth, as his other hand roamed over his satin smooth chest, and fingered his tiny nipples. I was aghast, and instantly turned on to the max, hardly believing his boldness, and utter brashness, as he deftly masturbated his pretty boy nail, almost taunting me, as I stood there, jaw agape, at the edge of my driveway. I was sure he was able to detect my massive hardon where it poked solidly at the front of my shorts, and he increased his rapid stroking of his cock, obviously fully intending to climax for my viewing pleasure. I stood rock still on the spot, my eyes not even blinking, as I stared with avid rapture at the totally erotic sight of a slim and naked thirteen year old boy jacking off in front of me. I felt my cock ooze precum, wetting the front of my shorts, and I actually believed I might cum, untouched, so incredibly hot was the sight before me. Dillon continued his quick paced stroking, and thrust his small hips forward, his stiff boy nail poking directly out from his near hairless groin, and I saw his eyes clamp shut, and his teeth bare in a tight grimace, as his turgid little penis erupted, spewing his cum pellets in small jets that propelled through the open window in front of him. It was unbelievably hot, so utterly erotic, and almost obscene, that I nearly came myself as I watched his orgasm end, and he released his rapidly wilting boyhood. He grinned down at me, and wiggle his little hips, then, spun quickly around, bending at the waist, and reached back to part the firm little globes of his pretty ass. My eyes bored in on his tiny pink pucker as it popped into clear view for a few seconds, and I shuddered, the sudden memory of my raging erection parting those twin bubbles, and fully spearing that tender wrinkle suddenly flashing before me. I shuddered, sure in the knowledge that if I so much as grazed against my rampant cock, I would eject a huge load into my shorts, and blinked rapidly at the now vacant window. He was gone, just like that, and I stood there, throbbing hard, and wondering if I had imagined the whole scene. I shook my head, clearing the confusion, and turned, rapidly heading back inside to immediately perform my own version of Dillon's impromptu show, sadly, sans audience. It was nothing more than a brief pause in my morning, the whole session of my frantic masturbation not lasting more than maybe three minutes, so damned hot had the boys little window show left me, and within minutes of blowing a load so intense I actually scanned the resulting discharge for evidence of the toenails that I was sure had blown out the end of my ravaged cock when I unloaded with more intensity than I could ever recall experiencing from solo masturbation. That boy was simply amazing, I thought, and more so each day, and, as I got on with fixing some breakfast, I began making mental plans for my relocation to Australia in the near future. Just kidding, but damn, he is going to leave a huge, empty place in my life when the time comes for his departure! (To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com