Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2006 10:21:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dillon's Summer Visit (9)

   Dillon and I dozed quietly for a time, though I just kind of rested,
while he actually fell into a solid sleep. I carefully got myself untangled
from his slender body, and gently lay his blond head back on the pillow.
His breathing was steady, and it appeared that I hadn't disturbed his
slumber with my movement. I went into the bathroom, and relieved my full
bladder, then cleaned up some, before returning to the bedroom. Dillon had
rolled onto his side, and tucked his knees up, so that he was in a kind of
fetal position. I sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at him, sleeping
peacefully. His pretty little butt, and the insides of his thighs were a
mess, and it looked like the gallon or so of cum I had ejected into him had
mostly drained out of his stretched little hole. He was probably going to
be tender, I decided, but otherwise apparently unharmed.

   I moved onto the bed, and propped my back against the headboard, wanting
to be there when he woke up, to be sure that he was alright with what had
happened. I reflected on the events of the past hour or so, and a shudder
passed through me, as I vividly recalled the warmth, and amazing tightness
of his rectum gripping my rampant cock as I slid it in and out of him. I
really hadn't planned to fuck him, thinking that his smallness might make
it entirely too painful for him, and, I had decided that as young as he
was, it might well be too much for him to handle. But, as things turned
out, he was pretty much the instigator of that event, as he had pressed his
soft tummy against my erection, and sweetly asked me if "this" could go
inside of him instead of my finger. And it had, in spades. I was still
surprised at the relative ease with which he had taken me, not totally
without some discomfort, to be sure, but still much easier than I would
have expected. And, I further reflected, once inserted, he had ridden my
cock like a champ, and apparently enjoyed it as well, given the spurts of
his boy cum the action had produced. Amazing, I thought, amazing, and
damned hot!

   A few minutes later, Dillon stirred, and rolled onto his back, and I
chuckled, seeing his sweet boy nail all swollen, and hard as a rock once
more. I reached over and wrapped the stiff tool in my fist, and stroked it
up and down, and said, "Hiya champ....did you have a good nap?" He smiled at
me, nodding, and looked down at my hand rubbing his penis, and giggled. "Oh
jeez," he said, "mine is, like, all boned up again!" I chuckled, sliding my
thumb over the cute head, and replied, "Yup, sure enough....I think that
little Dillon here likes all the attention he's been getting." Dillon
giggled some more, his blond head nodding his agreement. I moved my hand
down to gently cup his plump little balls, rolling the firm orbs in my
fingers, and asked, "So, do you think there is some more of that sweet boy
juice in here, maybe some that wants to get out?" He blushed sweetly, his
head moving up and down quickly, and I smiled, saying, "Good, that's
perfect, because I just happen to be feeling like another taste of that
yummy stuff, ok?" He nodded once more, and, without further discussion of
the matter, I dropped my head into his lap, and slurped his rigid boy nail
into my mouth.

   Dillon squealed slightly, a little surprised, I guess, with the
suddenness of my oral assault on his penis, but he quickly settled back on
his pillow, and spread his slim legs wider. Moving my head up and down, I
attacked his tasty boyhood with a fervor, sucking it for full effect, as
the slightly acrid scent of his well slimed little pussy filled my
senses. I ran my fingers up the inside of his smooth thigh, and poked
gently at his loose balls, then, rolled them in my fingers, as I slurped
his sweet stem. His small butt rocked on the mattress, humping his hips in
sync with my mouth moving up and down his rigid little stalk, until he
suddenly squealed, and gripped my head tightly with his hands, and a small,
but sweet, volley of his boy butter squirted into my mouth. I continued to
suck him, as his orgasm wracked his lithe body for maybe a full minute, and
swallowed his creamy offering, sparse as it was this time. As he settled,
and heaved a long sigh, I let his wilting boyhood slip from my lips, and
planted one last kiss on the drooling, and very red, head, then released
it, and moved up to kiss his soft mouth, letting him have a small taste of
himself. He slid his tongue into my mouth briefly, and swabbed it around,
then pulled back, and grinned at me, mumbling, "Nasty!" I chuckled, then
stood up, and reached down to pull him to his feet. His cute little cock
hung limply over his recently drained balls, and I paused for a moment to
savor his abject cuteness. Man, I thought, what the hell am I going to do
when he has to go home! I lightly slapped his cute little ass, and sent him
off to the shower, as I headed to the kitchen for a cold drink.

   When Dillon returned from his shower, all fresh smelling, and slightly
glowing from the hot water, we slipped into the fresh sheets I had put on
the bed and snuggled naked together in the middle of the big bed, and
called it a night. When we woke in the morning, Dillon slipped into the
sexy little briefs again, and went to watch cartoons on the TV, while I
showered, and put together some breakfast. After we cleaned up the kitchen,
we checked in with the hospital, and were told that the doctor was going to
release Carl today, so we dressed, and headed over there to get him checked
out, and take him home. I was happy that Carl had recovered, and at the
same time, disappointed, thinking that my opportunities for overnight
sleeping with Dillon had probably ended. As sad a thought as that was, I
accepted it, thankful for having had the last few nights with him, and all
that had gone with it. Hell, I decided, if it hadn't been for Carl getting
pneumonia, what were the chances that I would ever have had the incredible
experiences I'd had with the boy, so I chided myself to not look gift
horses in the mouth.

   It took a long time at the hospital, given that their policy wouldn't
allow for Carl's release until his doctor showed up to examine him once
more, and sign the release order. Apparently, the doc had been waylaid
somehow, and didn't make an appearance until nearly noon. He finally
showed, however, and we were, at last, on our way home, with Carl pressing
Dillon for details of our activities, and his behavior, while in my
care. Dillon mumbled that we had swam, and watched some movies, and TV, and
that we had gone to the mall, and played a lot of games. He brought it off
pretty well, considering, and I don't think Carl even noticed how Dillon
blushed so furiously that he practically glowed, when I informed Carl that
he had been totally perfect, behaving in many ways far better than I had
ever anticipated, and, that he was actually a natural at all of the new
games we had played.  As I completed that sentence, Carl launched into a
small coughing spasm, quickly burying his face in small towel the nurse had
given him as we got in the car, so I seized the brief opportunity to drop
my hand into Dillon's lap, and quickly fondle his turgid penis, as I
repeated my feeling that he was, indeed, perfect. He giggled, still
blushing furiously, his blond head nodding rapidly.

   We arrived at Carl's house, and settled him in, and I took a brief
inventory of his available supplies, and wrote up a shopping list. Carl was
settled into his favorite chair, comfortable in front of the TV, and when I
told him I was going to the store so that he would have all that he needed
for a few days in the house, Dillon chimed in, all wide eyed innocence, and
asked to go with me to the store so his Grandpa could rest. I quickly
acquiesced, and Carl agreed with a small wave of his hand, so, Dillon and I
departed, telling Carl that we would take our time, maybe even stop off to
play a few games, so that he might have a short nap. Once in the car,
Dillon settled in close to me on the bench seat, and took my right hand in
his delicate fingers, and guided it to his crotch, where my fingers
encountered a once more stiff boy nail. As I closed my fingers around his
rigid stalk, he sighed contentedly, and said, "I really like all of the new
games that we play, Rob, I mean, like, a lot!" I gave his boyhood a few
strokes, and replied, "That's very cool, little dude, because, I like
playing those games a lot, too!"

(To Be Continued)
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