Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2006 09:38:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dillon's Summer Visit (6)

   Dillon and I spent the remainder of the morning at the hospital,
visiting with his Grandpa, who seemed much improved. The pneumonia had
succumbed to the massive antibiotic doses they had pumped into him, but,
given his severe asthmatic condition, the doctor had decided to keep him
admitted at least one more day, to regain some strength. Carl didn't
actually seem all that eager to leave the hospital, though he did almost
make me laugh out loud, when he profusely thanked me for "being saddled"
with Dillon during his confinement. I did my best to assure him that it was
no imposition at all, and that I was, in fact, really having the time of my
life with the young cutie. Always be truthful, my Grandma used to tell me,
and, she was absolutely right.

   When they delivered Carl's lunch tray, Dillon and I said goodbye, and
took the elevator down to the lobby. As we got into the car, Dillon
announced that he was ready for some lunch too, so I headed over to the
local mall, thinking that we could find lunch at the food court there, and
maybe do some window shopping. We ate, then, began prowling the mall,
checking out all of the various stores, and their endless array of
items. About half way down the center isle of the mall, another walkway
stemmed off to the left, leading to the public rest rooms, and a bank of
public telephones. Situated beyond the pay phones was a small kiosk style
booth that was an automated photography booth that you fed money into, in
exchange for a variety of self-photo packages that graduated in the number
of pictures, based on the amount of money that you fed to it. Dillon
spotted it, and grabbed onto my hand, tugging me in the direction of the
booth, saying he wanted some pictures of us together to take back home with
him.

   We reached the small enclosure, and stepped inside, closing the door
behind us, which activated the red light bulb outside, indicating that the
booth was currently occupied. I turned the dead bolt on the door, then, fed
some bills into the small reader device, racking up several credits on the
machine. We sat side by side on the small bench in front of the lenses, and
went through a few smiling poses. I reached forward, and pressed the
indicated button to pause the machine, then, pressed the button to eject
the finished photos. To our dismay, one half of each of our faces had been
cropped out of the photo due to the apparently limited width of view of the
lenses. Deciding to take a different tack that would allow both of our
images to fit the frame, I sat in the center of the bench, and slid Dillon
onto my lap. By holding our faces close together, we should both fit into
the frame, I decided. We clicked off just two photos, then, printed them
out again, assuring that we now had it right, and I fed some more bills
into the reader, racking up a fresh supply of credits.

   We clicked off a few more poses, and as we maneuvered in the small space
in an attempt to vary the poses we were making, Dillon's cute little butt
was wiggling around on my lap, giving rise to my stimulated cock. He
shifted again, then, yelped, as my erection slipped between his sweet
little buns, and apparently stabbed at his little pucker. He giggled, and
squealed, "Oh wow, Rob.....you got a big boner, huh?" I chuckled, flexing
my cock once more to validate his suspicion, and replied, "Uh huh, afraid
so, little dude....must be because of this cute little boy squirming on my
lap." He flushed slightly, and grinned, pressing his curvy little butt
firmly downward against my now throbbing cock, as he squeaked, "Oh man,
that's just, like, so cool....cause....well....mines like that too!" I
laughed, and slid my hand into his lap, my fingers groping the crotch of
his shorts, and indeed finding a very swollen boy cock. I gripped it, and
gave it a few up and down strokes, as he continued thrusting his small
hips, driving his boyhood against my fist, as his pert butt tortured my
aching cock. Still flexing my hand on his rock hard penis, I slipped the
fingers of my other hand under the loose leg of his shorts, and tickled his
plump ball sac with my fingertips, as he sagged back against me, and
croaked, "Oh jeez, Rob....that feels all tingly, for sure!" An idea hit me
suddenly, and I released his boyhood, opening my legs wider, as I hefted
him into a standing position, his feet on the bench between my thighs. I
quickly tugged at the elastic band of his shorts, lowering them to his
feet, as I once more fondled his erection on the outside of the soft cotton
briefs he was wearing. I reached out, and activated the camera again, my
fingers groping his boyhood, as the camera light flashed repeatedly. Dillon
got it then, and giggled sweetly, arching his back, and trying to pose
profile in the limited space, as the camera recorded my fondling of the
boy.

   After several captures of his briefs-clad boner, and butt, I hooked the
waist band of the small briefs, and sent them to join the shorts, puddled
at his ankles. His proud boy nail popped free, and bounced upward to angle
off his sparsely haired groin sexily, with his plump ball sac suspended
just below. I gripped his taut little butt cheeks, and turned him slightly,
so that he was nearly ninety degrees to the lenses, and smiled, as the
camera operated a few times, recording his granite hard boyhood in full
glory. Moving him again, I faced him full-on to the camera, and slipped a
hand between his open legs, to grip his tight little sac of balls, as the
camera light flashed away some more. Dillon giggled, dropping his small
hand to his very erect cock, and gripped it, as the machine recorded the
highly erotic event. I turned him all the way around, and exposed his
creamy butt to the lenses, and toyed with his smooth boyhood, as the camera
clicked off several images of that tasty little butt. I adjusted slightly,
and captured his pulsing nail in my mouth, sucking his satin smooth
boyhood, as my hands tugged at his tight melons, hopefully allowing the
lenses to catch his pink little rosebud. His hands gripped at the sides of
my head, and he groaned softly, as I moved my head up and down his turgid
length, my fingers rubbing the soft skin of his inner thighs. "Wait, Rob!"
he barked, and twisted above me, turning us both, so that the camera had
full view of his throbbing boyhood fully buried inside my eager mouth. I
saw the light flash a few times in my peripheral vision as I continued to
eagerly suck Dillon's tasty prick, and let my fingers toy with his wrinkled
sac. His hands grabbed onto my head again, and he thrust his little butt
back and forth rapidly, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, until I
felt him tighten his grip on my head, and his shaft jerk strongly in my
mouth. His creamy essence burst forth suddenly, flooding my mouth with his
nutty flavor, as he jetted several rapid spurts, and I was sure the lenses
had captured the movement of my Adam's apple as I gulped down his frothy
offering.

   Spent, Dillon withdrew his wilting boyhood from my mouth, and let the
drooling head swipe over my lips, as the camera snapped off its final shot,
and went dark. I grinned up him, moving my hand up under his tee shirt to
tweak his small nipples, as I said, "You horn-dog.....you are SUCH a nasty
little boy!" He grinned, his blond head nodding quickly, and replied,
"THAT.....was SO cool!" I laughed, totally agreeing with the boy, and
rolled my tongue, savoring his creamy flavor, and texture, where it
lingered on my tongue. I suddenly began to wonder just how noisy we might
have gotten, there at the end, and, out of concern of some passing mall
security person becoming curious as to our activity, I tugged Dillon's
briefs, and shorts, back up his trim legs, and got him squared away, before
we ejected all of the small pictures of our recently shared lust, tucking
them safely away, before exiting the small booth. We continued down the
short hallway, and entered the men's room, where we dabbed some cool water
on our obviously flushed faces, and tried to make our appearance as normal
as possible. That task complete, we continued our perusal of the mall, and
shops, with my still half hard cock oozing wetly onto my thigh.

   On the second level of the mall, we encountered a new shop that
specialized in items imported from Australia, which instantly caught
Dillon's attention, and he dragged me inside excitedly. In the clothing
section, he located several shelves that were piled high with various types
of Speedo's, and in another section, an assortment of the sexy little
briefs that he favored. He excitedly asked if he could make a few
selections of each to have to remember me by after his return home, and,
after striking a small deal that mandated his leaving a pair of each from
his existing collection for my own future remembrances, I happily agreed to
the fund his little shopping adventure. I followed behind him, as he began
digging into the stacks of items, but he shooed me away to a waiting chair
across the store, saying sweetly that he wanted to make his selections in
private, so that he could later surprise me when he wore them for me. That,
I decided, was a splendid idea, and, I could hardly wait for the fashion
show.

   He must have spent an easy forty-five minutes on his effort, making
several forages to the changing room in the process, as I patiently waited,
shamelessly perving the seemingly endless parade of cute young boys that
milled about the mall, which did absolutely nothing to abate my already
pent up balls, and still leaking cock. Finally, Dillon scampered over,
telling me that I needed to go to the counter and settle up, while he made
a quick trip to the restroom. I ambled over, and produced my credit card
for the handsome young store clerk, who effused enthusiastically about how
sweet, and cute, my "nephew" was as he totaled up the bill. I made some
manner of polite thanks, as I briefly wondered about all the time they had
spent in the changing room, given the nature of the items purchased. I
dismissed the passing thought, given Dillon's inherent shyness, and decided
that this poor guys balls were very likely equally as blue as my own, for
very similar reasons. Just as I signed the bill, Dillon returned, a
slightly wicked little grin on his cute face, and handed me a small bag
with the store logo on it. I cocked an eyebrow, and he said, "You can open
it later....after you are alone....it's just my part of the bargain." And
he winked, scooped his purchases off the counter, and walked away, with me
close behind, very much curious about the contents of the small sack.

   We continued our mall excursion for another hour or so, and spent some
time in the video arcade, feeding tokens into the various games, and
testing our skills against the fast action videos. Finally tiring of the
somewhat repetitious nature of the arcade games, we decided to head
home. As we drove, Dillon went on about us going swimming as soon as we got
there, and I reminded him that before we hit the pool, we would need to
select one of his newly purchased Speedo's for him to wear, given that six
o'clock was still a ways off. He giggled, nodding his blond head, and
muttered some reply about "house rules" being silly. We arrived at the
house, and as soon as we got inside, Dillon scampered off to "his" bedroom,
telling me that he would put on the new Speedo's, one at a time, then, show
me, so that we could decide together which one he should wear. The prospect
of viewing his lithe, young body attired in a repetitive array of the
skimpy garments certainly appealed to me, and I hurried to my own room to
change into my trunks, and await the show.

   After quickly changing into my swim suit, I exited the bathroom, and
suddenly noticed the small sack Dillon had handed me back at the Australian
shop sitting on the bed where I had dropped it. My curiosity suddenly
rekindled, I walked over, and picked it up. I opened the bag, and shook the
contents into my hand, and smiled, seeing the tiny little briefs that he
had worn earlier. I rubbed the incredibly soft material in my fingers, my
mind conjuring up images of how totally sexy he looked wearing them, and
how they clung so sexily to the contours of his precious boyhood. As my
fingers moved over the small garment, I suddenly detected a wetness, and I
gasped out loud, as I realized that I was touching a recently deposited
offering of his sweet boy honey. I slid my finger back and forth over the
still slick wetness, then, brought the gauzy material to my face, burying
it into the cloud-like cloth, and inhaled deeply, the heady scent of
Dillon's essence flooding my senses, as my cock once more threatened to
poke through the crotch of my trunks. I inhaled another deep sniff of the
delicious elixir, and dabbed at the wet spots with my tongue, the subtle
flavor of Dillon exciting my taste buds. I chuckled at his boldness,
realizing that while I was settling up with the cute store clerk, he had
doubtless been busy in the restroom, generating this very special
remembrance for me to treasure, long after his very special summer visit
ended. I carefully folded the soft garment, and slipped it into a dresser
drawer, then, adjusted my aching erection, and went back to the living
room, eager for the small fashion show that awaited me there.

   I perched on the arm of the sofa, as Dillon entered the living room, his
smooth body bare, save for a towel that he had wrapped his slim waist. He
was also wearing his heart-stopping smile, and a soft pink glow in his
creamy cheeks, as he looked at me somewhat shyly, and asked, "You ready?" I
chuckled, giving a slight nod in the general direction of my seriously
tented crotch, and replied, "Very ready, actually." His blue eyes widened
slightly, as he glanced down at my burgeoning crotch, and he giggled,
saying softly, "Oh, wow!" I chuckled, and gave a small wave of my hand,
indicating that he should move on with his modeling. He moved his delicate
fingers to the towel, and tugged it loose, letting it puddle at his feet,
as I groaned audibly, my eyes traveling over his incredibly smooth body, to
settle on the micro-sized Speedo that clung to him like a coat of spray
paint. The tiny swatch of cloth was a vibrant red shade, making me
immediately think of candy apples, with small white piping running
vertically at each hip for contrast. With barely enough material available
to contain Dillon's ample treasures, the satin-like suit clung to his slim
hips, and presented a fully packed pouch at the juncture of his coltish
legs. His boyhood, and the plump nuggets below, were tightly grouped behind
the tiny cloth, and the cleanly cut head of his boy cock was clearly
defined where it bulged against the shiny material. I gulped, incredulous
at the sheer beauty, and abject sexiness, this boy exuded without even
being fully aware of its power. Barely able to find my voice, I croaked
some favorable comment that elicited a giggle from Dillon, and he turned,
quickly exiting the room, as my eyes followed his pert little butt cheeks
in their retreat.

   This incredible display of creamy smooth boy flesh continued through
three more heart stopping little numbers, each seeming to be even more
micro in size than the one preceding, and my swim trunks were now virtually
awash in my oozing precum. My cock literally throbbed with my pounding
heart rate, as I took in the many delights of Dillon's stunning body, as he
posed, and preened, through the impromptu little fashion, or lack there of,
show. His final offering was very nearly sufficient to secure me the
hospital bed next to his Grandpa, as he slinked sexily into the living
room, clad, just barely, in what was, hands down, the most micro-sized
little thong I had ever dreamed of. A soft peach shade, the tiny pouch of
satiny material clung to his bulging boy parts in a way that not only
framed his treasures so clearly that he might well have been naked, but
compressed all of the parts that made him so clearly male, with the
resulting effect of pushing the bulge up, and outward, as if in a clear
offering, simply there for the taking. My chin must have hit my chest, so
agape was my slack jaw, as I watched Dillon strike a pose, his smooth legs
held tightly together, adding emphasis to the bulging pouch of the tiny
thong, his arms up, and behind his blond head, bringing his creamy
underarms into view, in stark contrast with his otherwise golden brown
skin. His tiny nipples were erect, and formed hard little pencil eraser
buds on his satin smooth chest, and, as he executed a slow pirouette, my
heart nearly stopped cold. There was virtually no back to the mini-thong,
nothing but a mere strap of narrow material that wedged completely between
his tawny globes, adding a stunning definition to his already gorgeous ass,
and seemed to serve to accent the tempting little melons. I groaned loudly,
completely aware of my pounding heart, and my drooling cock. "Oh my God,
Dillon.....Jesus, yes.....that one, very definitely... that one" I managed,
not even recognizing my own voice, so choked was I with a multitude of
emotions, not the least of which was pure lust. As he executed one more
three-sixty, I could clearly picture an Aussi beach somewhere, the entire
populace of which becomes instantly frozen, as this stunning vision of
boyhood meanders across the soft white sand, almost wearing this amazing
little garment. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that this frozen
tabloid would apply to every man, woman, and even child, that dared allow
themselves to look at this incredible creature, so wantonly, yet somehow,
at the same time, so purely, displayed. Dillon completed his final turn,
and stepped over to stand in front of me, his delicate fingers reaching
for, and briefly closing around, my throbbing cock, as he giggled sexily,
and said, "I hope the water is sorta cold....I think this big thing is
almost ready to explode." I nodded dumbly, certain that I was incapable of
speaking, and managed to gather just enough wit to stand, then, follow that
delicious, all-but-naked ass outside, and into the pool. That strange sound
that I heard as my body entered the water, was, I'm sure, the hiss of steam
rising off me, as my seriously overheated flesh contacted the cool water.

   As I watched his sleek, wet, and so nearly naked body knife through the
sparkling water of the pool, I found myself torn between longing for the
six o'clock hour to arrive, and with it, the relaxing of the silly house
rule imposed by the sign on the fence, and the nearly equal longing for it
to NOT arrive, so incredibly sexy was Dillon in his current attire. As I
tread water, and watched his lithe body climb onto the diving board, the
skimpy little pouch of the thong clinging perfectly to every contour of his
treasures, he flashed his breath-taking smile, gave a saucy little wiggle
of his cute butt, then, executed a near-flawless entry into the water. I
sighed, and decided that he was pretty much perfection, whether garbed so
sexily in the barely-there thong, or naked, in all of his stunning beauty,
and, that either way, I had clearly died this day, and arrived in boy lover
heaven.

(To Be Continued)
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