Date: Thu, 4 Mar 2010 14:58:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Irresistible Boy

Irresistible Boy
By
Storyguy22

   So many admonitions ran simultaneously through my head that I actually
felt dizzy from the overload. I swear I could hear the combined voices of
my parents, my boyhood minister, and a variety of other influential figures
in my life all talking at once as they warned me off, compelling me to not
walk, but run from the temptation I confronted.

   That, however, was all taking place in my "big" head, the one that I
generally relied upon for all rational thinking and decision making that
kept me on the straight and narrow as I walked life's hiways. The imputes
that I was currently receiving from my "little" head, the one that is
totally unique the male of the species, and is well known to overrule the
"big" head in certain situations, were completely opposite in message.

   The source of all this confusion stood before me in the delicious form
of a stunningly cute boy of about thirteen, or maybe a recent fourteen. In
spite of his tender years he was abundantly clear in his unspoken message
as he brazenly exhibited his lithe young body to my all-but-drooling gaze
while his azure blue eyes and oh-so-cute boyish expression delivered a loud
and clear invitation that seemed to speak, very nearly yelled to me, saying
something along the lines of "I'm all yours, all you need do is take me."

   I was simply unable to tear my gaze away from the boy, no matter how
strong my instincts directed me to do just that; to dismiss my prurient
urges regarding the boy and just walk away, leaving all of the highly
possible dire consequences of pursuing this madness any further. That last
bit had somehow crawled out of the soup of thoughts that my big head was
struggling to communicate, but it was quickly beat back by my overpowering
lust to accept the obvious challenge the boy had thrown down as we faced
each other in the damp and steamy locker room.

   This whole thing had begun when my Sister had called and asked me to
accompany her on a day trip to the huge water park located in a city not
far from our small home town. Her two kids had been relentless in badgering
her about a day at the water park for weeks, and she was reluctant to
undertake the adventure unassisted given the high energy level of her young
girls, aged eight and ten, in such an environment. It didn't really take
much persuasion to get me to agree to the outing as the thought of spending
a full day surrounded by any number of sleek young boys wearing a bare
minimum of clothing was a definite deal-maker for me. I was in the middle
of a two week vacation from work, and had been pretty much just lying about
the house anyway, so I accepted her invitation, and the die was cast.

   Not being one to tolerate an extended car trip with excited children, I
had opted to drive myself and meet Sis and the girls at the park. As
expected, the day had been a busy one as we strived to keep pace with the
girls who seemed to be everywhere at once, but at the same time a day of
fun and sun. I had, as anticipated, enjoyed my fair share of glistening and
smooth boy flesh as the day wore on, and to a long standing boy lover like
me, it was like adding a double scoop of delicious ice cream to a slice of
warm apple pie. After helping Sis herd the girls to their car, and loading
all their stuff, I waved goodbye as they drove out of the parking lot.

   Returning to the park, I entered the men's locker room, and went to my
rented locker where I stripped off my swim suit and wrapped a towel around
my waist, and then headed toward the showers. A copious layer of steam hung
heavy in the air inside the tiled shower area, and after hanging my towel
on a handy wall hook, I stepped into the steam cloud, blinking to adjust my
eyes to the moisture as I moved in under a shower head, and turned the
faucets that were mounted on the wall below it. I got the temperature
right, and then moved around under the spray, letting the hot water rinse
the scent of the pool chlorine from my body. In the process I took the
opportunity to take stock of my mid-thirties body, a mild sense of pride
filling me at the thought that for a guy rapidly approaching middle age I
still looked pretty good naked. Thanks to my gene pool I had always been of
those lucky people who can eat all the wrong things and still not gain an
ounce, and that coupled with fairly regular trips to my gym had kept me
slim and reasonably fit. At just under six feet tall I weighed a
respectable 160, and I still managed to comfortably button and zip a size
32 pants. While not especially muscular in build, I was solid and lean like
a swimmer, or tennis player body, mainly naturally smooth other than a
slight hair trail between navel and pubes, and a dusting on my legs. In the
family jewels department I suppose I'm pretty much average with a dick that
hangs about four inches flaccid that can muster nearly seven when properly
enticed to do so. My scrotum is full with what I prefer to think of as
"plump" balls, and the pouch is mostly hairless and tends to hang close to
my body. Without any input from me, my parents chose to have me circumcised
at birth, so my plum-like cock head is flared and exposed over my somewhat
narrow shaft. A thatch of dark pubes sprouts over my groin, and I like to
keep it neatly trimmed back. All in all I have no particular quarrel with
how all my body cells aligned as I grew.

   Deciding that the shower had done all it was going to do regarding the
chlorine, I turned off the shower, toweled off, and headed back to my
locker to dress. It was there that I first saw him, the stunning young
boy. As I rounded the corner of the locker row I spotted him standing in
front of an open locker near my own, and seeing that he was just completing
securing his towel around his narrow waist I cussed my timing for not
having arrived seconds sooner when I most certainly would have gotten to
see the boy naked, given that his swim shorts lay in a puddle at his
feet. Damn, I thought, isn't that just my luck!

   I walked past him the distance of two lockers, and then stopped in front
of mine, pausing to work the combination before opening the door. From the
corner of my eye I could see the boy watching me, and just for the hell of
it, I decided to just tug my towel so that it dropped to the floor leaving
me naked. Brazenly, I turned toward the boy who was still looking directly
at me, and with all of my treasures on full display, I smiled at him, and
said hello. No question that his attention was centered on my goodies as he
painted on a coy little smile and answered with a soft hello of his own,
his youthful voice a melody to my ears, that wonderfully unique tone of a
voice trapped someplace between boy and man. I let my eyes drift over his
beauty, and lingered a moment on the very enticing bulge at the front of
his towel, and the nearly instant result of that was a rapid thickening of
my cock, so I turned toward my locker and retrieved my briefs and shorts,
which I quickly pulled up my legs to conceal my sudden response to his
charms. Taking my socks and shoes from the locker, I sat down on the bench
and busied myself getting them onto my feet, and when I glanced back at the
boy I almost groaned aloud. He had dropped the towel, and he was leaning
slightly toward his locker, his slender arm extended to retrieve something
inside, and my hungry gaze settled on his breath taking profile. His young
penis dangled in front of him, my angle not allowing me to fully appreciate
its beauty, and his deliciously pert and bubbly little butt jutted out
behind him, and the site actually made my mouth water. He straightened
then, his hand holding what appeared to be a pair of very small white
briefs, and when he caught me drooling at him, he giggled softly, and
turned his back, presenting me with a heart stopping display of that pretty
little butt. I gulped down the saliva that filled my mouth, and in a flash
the boy had the briefs in place, and I had to decide whether that pert
little melon looked better bare, or encased in the snug little brief with
that heavenly cleft deftly defined.

   The boy turned again, this time facing me full on, and I openly stared
at the very intriguing bulges that defined him as boy. He did that coy
little smile again, and I swear that he ever so slightly thrust his narrow
hips back and forth before again turning to his locker to remove a tee
shirt and shorts. He finished dressing then as I tied up my shoes with
slightly trembling fingers, and then pulled on my Polo shirt. I sat back
down, not willing to leave as long as the little beauty was still there to
perv on, and when he closed his locker, he turned, and walked over to stand
directly in front of me, scant inches away.

   The fresh scent of him washed over me, a heavenly mix of boy, recently
applied soap, and shampoo. I held the gaze of his stunning blue eyes
briefly, and then let my eyes move lower to take in his petite body, my
gaze lingering on his hidden treasures while my mind replayed the all too
brief glimpse I had enjoyed of his earlier nakedness. As I managed to lift
my eyes to once again look at his very cute and still boyish face, I was
again facing that very coy expression of his. I managed a weak smile, my
on-board antennas once again striving to send me negative warning signals
relative to his youth, but I once more overlooked them as my thoughts
shifted to deductive mode as I struggled to understand just what that sly
little expression was trying to tell me.

   The boy was certainly displaying an open aggressiveness that surpassed
what one would normally expect from such a young boy when it came to
relating to an adult male old enough to be his father, and while I found it
a nearly irresistible temptation, a part of me still signaled
caution. There was always the chance that I was completely misreading him,
and even the slim chance that he was some sort of plant who was under the
careful observation of some nearby officer of the law eagerly waiting to
put his cleaver sting operation into action the first moment I made any
sort of overt move toward the little beauty. While my reeling brain
processed all this conflicting data, the boy shifted into one more gear as
he asked me in that melodic voice,

   "What are you afraid of, Mister??...I saw how you were looking at me,
and, I liked it."

   Gulping, I quickly glanced around, my eyes carefully scanning the nearby
cooks and crannies of the steamy room for any sign of observers, and not
finding any evidence of same, I faced the boy again, and managed a smile as
I replied,

   "Well, I'm wary is all?you are very young, you know?very, very
appealing, I admit, but, very, very dangerous at the same time if you get
my drift."

   He giggled a bit at that, and then did a quick look around of his own
before he delivered the final blow to my already fading caution when he
inched closer and reached down to grasp my hand. His soft touch made me
gasp, and then I went fully light headed when he guided my hand to his
silky smooth torso as his other hand quickly lifted his shirt so that I
found myself stroking the smooth warm skin of his chest. My fingers
automatically went to finger his pink little nipples, and I watched in awe
as the tiny nubbins instantly erected into stiff little points under my
touch. His narrow chest expanded as he inhaled deeply, and then let the
breath go in a soft whooshing sound as he sighed,

   "Oh boy?that's really nice!"

   Still astounded by his brashness, I was simply unable to resist moving
my hand over his buttery skin, going lower to touch the exquisite softness
of his flat tummy as my fingertip explored the tiny cave of his cute little
button as he giggled softly. I could easily see the instant reaction of the
boy's penis as it went erect, and poked at the soft material of his shorts,
and after another quick glance around the room, I dropped my hand to his
crotch, and gave it a firm squeeze as he quickly thrust his narrow hips
forward against my grip.

   "Oh jeez?yea?that's even better!"

   My heart hammered inside my chest and I felt dizzy as I continued to
fondle the boy, my mind reeling with the very real fear that someone could
walk in on us any second. Still, I was simply unable to remove my hand from
his rigid boyhood, it felt so incredible in my hand as I gently fondled
it. Another minute of so went by with me continuing my groping of the
unbelievably rigid young penis as the boy continued his thrusting against
me, and when I looked up at him, I saw that his eyes were closed, with an
expression of pure pleasure on his cute face. This was not his first rodeo,
I decided, a conclusion that went a long way toward explaining his
brashness toward me, and in that moment the bulk of my earlier trepidation
left me. Here was a boy who clearly enjoyed this kind of man/boy
interaction, and to take a pass at this golden opportunity would be the
dumbest decision of my life. However, this was definitely not the venue to
advance our little tabloid, so as I continued my exploration of his
delightful boyhood, I quietly said,

   "We need to take this someplace more private, young man?if that's
alright with you, I mean."

   His azure-blue eyes flicked open, and after a number of rapid little
blinks, he focused on me, and nodded as he uttered in a shaky voice,

   "Yea?for sure?that's way alright with me, Mister?let's go!"

   I gave the delicious boner a final squeeze, and then chuckled as I
removed my hand and looked at his very obvious erection pushing on his
shorts. Looking up at him, I told him,

   "Might be a good idea if you had a seat and thought about math problems,
or ice cold showers, whatever, while I get my shoes on, and your, um,
situation, cools a bit."

   Glancing down at his prominent boner, he giggled again, and then nodded
his agreement as he planted that pert little butt of his onto the bench
next to me, his eyes fixing on the far wall as he tried valiantly to turn
his thoughts to things less arousing while I took my time lacing up my
shoes. By the time I had finished with my shoes and stood up, giving the
boy a questioning look, he grinned, and jumped up, the front of his shorts
no longer such an obvious display, although tempting none the less. He
placed his small hand in mine, and without further discussion, we left the
locker room.

   Once we were among the throngs of public that still populated the water
park a tad of my earlier uneasiness returned, but it disappeared again
after I realized that nobody was paying any real attention to us. The place
was, after all, crawling with parents and their children of all ages, so
why would my young companion and I appear any different. I wanted
desperately to just wisk the boy off to some private place and ravish his
lithe young body, but I also wanted to get to know him better and perhaps
find some insight to his unusual behavior toward strange men, so as we
neared the burger stand, I offered some sustenance, and being a typical
teenage boy, at least in the culinary sense, he eagerly agreed.

   Over burgers and fries I learned that his name was Scott, although he
preferred Scotty, and that he had just enjoyed his fourteenth birthday the
previous week. He told me that his parents had been killed in a tragic auto
accident while on a vacation trip to Europe and that for the past year and
a half he had resided with his aging Grandmother who suddenly found her
hands full with raising a teenage boy. The result of that was that Scotty
had an abundance of free time that he soon found lent itself nicely to the
onset of his typically teen raging hormones when that inevitable phenomenon
had began. Apparently, there had been a natural interest in other boys over
girls when it came to his awakening sexuality, and when he found himself
too shy to expose the desires he was feeling to his somewhat limited number
of friends, he had begun to notice that a fair number of the adult men that
he encountered seemed to show an interest in his budding young body, and
inherent cuteness. After much hesitation and several awkward and bumbled
attempts at making such an overt connection with strangers, especially
adults, he had finally succeeded in making some lucky guy understand his
pent-up desires, and once that blockage had fallen by the wayside, he had
never looked back.

   While Scotty's telling of the tale might be somewhat off-putting with
regard to the possibilities of STD's, my gentle probing revealed that while
from his youthful point of view he had "been around," he really hadn't even
skirted the edges of what I defined as dangerous, and the sum of his
adventures had thus far been limited to quick hand jobs or blow jobs that
generally took place in some park or wooded area with Scotty mostly being
on the receiving end. His anal virginity was, he assured me, intact, and I
believed him given the somewhat incredulous expression he had presented
when I broached the subject. So, as we finished up our late lunch I had
pretty much reached the conclusion that while he had gained enough
experience to bolster his courage when making his willingness to play known
to men, he was yet to experience the wide array of pleasures that I fully
intended to introduce him to.

   We left the water park then, and once in my car I resumed fondling his
package over his shorts, and in a matter of seconds his heat level was
right back where we had left it in the locker room. Steering with one hand
I groped his once again rigid boyhood while he splayed his coltish legs to
aid my mission as we made our way toward the outskirts of town where there
was sure to be the usual grouping of lay-over type motels that would be
highly unlikely to take any notice of renting a room to a Dad traveling
with his young Son. As predicted, the bored attendant in the motel office
barely even looked at me as I signed the register and paid cash for a room
for one night. Returning to the car I offered the room key to Scotty and
told him,

   "Okay, Hot-stuff, show time?last chance to change your mind, and I'll
take you home, no hard feelings."

   Giggling, he dropped his hand into his bulging lap and gripped his
swollen boyhood as he replied,

   "Really?actually, it feels pretty darned hard to me?I think this room
must be down there in that last building?!"

   With a chuckle, and a sudden zinging deep in my balls, I dropped the car
into gear, and drove toward the far wing of rooms.

   Inside the room, I locked the door and put the security bar in place
against any unwanted housekeeping interruptions, and then steered Scotty
over to the bed where I sat down and stood him directly in front of
me. Reaching up, I lightly traced his sweet young face with my fingers, and
then trailed my hand down to once more grope his rigid erection as he
thrust against my hand. I looked up at him, winked, and told him,

   "Take off your shirt, Scotty."

   In a flash, the boy peeled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the
floor. I had a brief glimpse of his creamy and hairless underarms, and as
brief as it was it somehow reaffirmed his youth for me, and my throbbing
cock issued an oozing of precum into my shorts to make me fully aware of
the wetness. Still fondling his treasures with one hand, I used the other
one to explore the silky smoothness of his chest and the hard little
nubbins of his pink little nipples. He shuddered as I touched him, his
narrow hips steadily thrusting into my grip on his hard penis. The scent of
him made me dizzy, and I inched forward enough to extend my tongue and lick
him, his soft skin tasting every bit as good as he smelled. I lapped at
each of his nipples, and then captured them between my lips in turn, and
the soft mewing sounds he made were like music to my ears. I slid down, and
licked his soft tummy and stabbed at his button, and he giggled softly as
his fingers threaded into my hair.

   Moving lower still, I pressed my mouth against the rigid tube of his
erection, and then used my tongue to push at the lump of his balls, and I
could feel the small nuggets move within their silky pouch as I applied
pressure. Sitting up, I hooked my fingers into the waist of his shorts, and
tugged them down his well formed legs until they gathered around his feet,
and he stepped out of them, and then toed off his tennis shoes. He kicked
the discarded clothing away, and there he stood, wearing only his small
white briefs and low cut white ankle socks. The front of the briefs was
seriously tented by his rock hard boy-cock, and I lightly fingered the
rigid stalk, and then teased at the bulge of his balls with my fingers. I
sat back on my elbows then, and just drank in his spectacular beauty with
my eyes for a minute, and he squirmed a little, apparently eager for me to
resume touching him, and I smiled up at him as I told him,

   "Humor me for a minute, Scotty?you're so damned beautiful I'm having
real trouble believing this is actually happening?raise your arms up,
Baby?over your head?and clasp your hands?that's it?God, you're so sexy?so
hot?so amazing!"

   He preened for me then, his sweet face lighting up with that coy little
smile he had, and it was all I could do to not just grab him and throw him
down on the bed and ravish him. I let my eyes drift over every inch of him,
looking for any sort of blemish, no matter how small, and I failed
miserably. He was just simply perfect all over, so neatly symmetrical, as
though he had been sculpted rather than born.

   "Turn for me, Baby?slowly?go all the way around just like you are." I
told him breathlessly.

    Another flash of the little smile, and then he began to turn a
pirouette, slowly, as I stared at him in wonder. At the one-eighty of his
turn that perfect little ass became the center of my attention, and I may
have groaned aloud when my hungry gaze settled on its pert perfection. So
small and round the tight little mounds of his butt thrust out from the
flat of his back enticingly, and I reached out with a shaking hand to touch
the heavenly little mounds, my palms pressing into the firmness of them as
my finger traced the delicious cleft that divided them. He stopped his
turn, allowing me to explore the beauty of his tight little ass, and then
he resumed his turn until my hand was once more cradling his treasures. I
looked up at him, shaking my head slowly, and he grinned wickedly, and said
in a throaty voice,

   "I want you to see me naked now, and then I want to see you."

   My heart simply stopped as he said it, my leaking cock pulsing inside my
shorts as I slid my fingers into his briefs, and slowly tugged them
downward, my hands shaking as I did it. His erection jammed my downward
progress, so I pulled outward on the briefs to clear it, and as I continued
my downward pull, his perfect boyhood sprang free to snap firmly against
his flat abdomen. I got the briefs past his knees, and let gravity take it
from there as I sat back to appreciate his stunning beauty for a moment. I
focused on his penis, and I felt another oozing of wetness inside my
briefs. Another piece of perfection, his young penis was as hard as a post
in that way that only young boys can manage, and I admired its perfection,
the details of it making me breathless. A good four-plus inches in length,
the shaft was narrow, perhaps no wider than the thickness of my thumb it
was topped with a text book perfect knob, a small pink helmet that was
fully exposed due to a perfectly performed circumcision. The shaft was a
healthy flesh tone and a thick blood filled vein ran its length, pulsing
with excitement, and the plum-like head was a deep pink tone with a
smattering of purple, and the tiny slit at its center glistened with his
juices. There were a few light colored strands of pubes sprinkled around
the base of his cock, and his scrotum was hairless and crinkled where it
dangled close to his body between those smooth, firm thighs, and the bulge
of his balls filled the taut pouch nicely, and I gulped down the copious
flood of saliva that suddenly filled my mouth, and I told him,

   "Oh Scotty?my God, baby?you are just stunning?beautiful?I don't even
know where to start?!"

    He grinned widely, and then suddenly lifted his arms up to couple his
hands above his head as he once more whirled in full circle, giving me a
flash of that gorgeous little ass again which was quickly followed by a
view of his rigid boy-cock bouncing before his as he completed his circle,
and then leaped onto the bed behind me as he cried,

   "Okay you?your turn?get all nakey now, and get over here!"

   Definitely not something I needed to be coaxed into doing, so I jumped
up and all but ripped off my clothing, and then joined him on the bed,
pulling him to me as I wrapped my arms around his thinness and held him
close. I could feel his hardness poking into my stomach, and I reached down
to grip the tight globes of his little butt, and he squirmed around until
he got to where he could reach down and grip my rampant erection in his
small and delicate hand. He rubbed it up and down, and I groaned loudly as
he giggled, and said,

   "Oh wow?you got a really nice one?I like it a lot!"

   I shuddered as he stroked me, and I squeezed his little mounds, letting
my middle finger slid into the warmth of his cleft as I searched out his
tiny pucker. Finding it, I probed it gently in tight little circles, and he
sighed loudly, his warm breath like a gentle breeze on my chest. He looked
up at me then, those azure-blue eyes melting my heart, and I bent my head
down, and gently brushed his mouth with my own. He lifted his head to meet
me, his lush mouth opening as he kissed me, his tongue thrusting into my
mouth.  Oh my! The boy had been around the block once or twice when it came
to kissing, no question about it. Our tongues dueled back and forth as our
hands roamed all over, touching each other in every place
available. Finally breaking the kiss, I pushed him over onto his back and
bent over him, my tongue and lips busily exploring the silky smoothness of
his soft skin as I licked his chest and sucked his puffy nipples while he
made happy mewing sounds. Moving lower, I tasted the skin of his soft tummy
and dug my tongue into his tiny navel as he giggled and beat on my back
with his balled fists.

   Ever South I went, my lapping tongue savoring the silkiness of his
sparse growth of pubes and when I purposely bypassed his pulsing erection
on favor of licking my way down his inner thigh to the knee where I changed
legs and licked my back up to his treasure trove. I went for his plump
pouch first, my tongue lapping at the hairless sack until it glistened with
my saliva, and then I carefully took each of his smallish orbs inside my
mouth in turn, sucking at the tender nuggets as Scotty moaned in
pleasure. I licked the length of his rigid shaft then, flicking my tongue
along the swollen vein on its underside, and when I got to that plum-like
knob I encircled the base of his cock with my fingers to lift it as I ran
my tongue over the slippery head several times. I dug my tongue tip into
the tiny slit that was leaking his tasty fluids, and then I took the whole
of it into my mouth, my lips moving down its rigid length until my nose was
tickled by his scant pubes. My free hand went to his balls, and cradled
them, tugging gently on the tight pouch as I bobbed over his cock, finding
a rhythm as Scotty bucked his little butt up and down. God, he tasted
wonderful in that way that only young boys can, and I could have sucked his
beautiful cock and balls forever, but I knew from his reactions that this
first go-round was not destined to be any sort of marathon session; he was
plainly far too excited to give any thought to delaying his impending
orgasm.

   Actually, that was just fine with me because I was frankly eager to
taste his creamy nectar. Given our mutual desire to reach that magic moment
of near rapture, we unconsciously picked up the pace, and in not too many
more moments he hit the wall. His hips slammed upward, the sudden motion
driving the spongy knob of his cock into the soft tissue at the back of my
throat and I quickly pulled back so that his impending eruption would flood
into my mouth rather than directly down my throat. Another second and I got
my wish as his rock hard cock bucked in my mouth and then began firing, his
warm and viscous boy cum jetting into my mouth in rapid and numerous strong
spurts.

   If I had earlier proclaimed the wonders of the flavors of his slippery
young penis sliding in and out of my drooling mouth, I now filed that as a
close second to the indescribably delicious taste of his slippery semen, a
slightly nutty taste spiked with just a touch of bleach, and as I swilled
it around his still hard boyhood my taste buds actually ached in
pleasure. I have sampled my share of adult cum, and by comparison Scotty's
creamy ejaculate was off the chart wonderful, and I wished that his tender
little nuts could have produced the stuff all afternoon. But, nature being
what it is, he finally stopped spurting his sweet juices and his spent
boyhood began to slowly soften in my mouth as I gently suckled it as he
struggled to regain his normal breathing and hear rate. Finally, I let it
slip from my mouth and I moved back up next to him and slid my arm around
his slender body and pulled him close as I told him,

   "Oh Sweet thing?that was wonderful?you taste delicious, totally
delicious?I love sucking your perfect cock and balls?I could just eat you
up!"

   He snuggled into me, and giggled softly as his hand moved down and
gripped my rampant erection. He stroked it up and down, and I gave myself
over to the amazing feelings he was providing me, and when he slithered
down and slipped my throbbing erection into that soft little mouth I almost
climbed the wall. His mouth was so warm and wet, and as he moved it
steadily up and down while his delicate hand went to my aching balls I felt
that familiar oh-so-sweet tingling deep inside. Scotty bobbed over my dick,
his slurping noises loud in the quiet room, and I went with it as my balls
churned, and with a long, low groan I fell off the cliff, my cock pulsing
as I ejected what felt like my toenails into that soft, sweet mouth.

   I heard him gag once or twice as my hot load suddenly flooded his
already quite full mouth, but he gamely stayed with it as my balls drained
about a pint of thick cum into his mouth. I could hear him gulping loudly,
and he emitted several little grunts with the effort, and to me it all
added up to the sweetest sound on the planet. Finally, he gave up on it and
let my wilting cock slip from his mouth as he sat up, and looked at me, his
stunning eyes wide and a beautiful flush of rose in his cheeks. I grinned
at him, and he blinked several times before saying, somewhat breathlessly,

   "Holy cow?that is a whole bunch of cum?!"

   Grinning again, I reached out to swipe an errant string of my ejaculate
from his chin, and then slip the slimy finger between his lush lips, and he
happily sucked on it as we chuckled together. When he had cleaned off my
finger he scooted up and stretched his lithe naked body across my front
side, and I gently slapped at his pretty little butt mounds, and said,

   "Want to have a shower together, Little Buddy??"

   He lifted his head and grinned at me, nodding, as he answered,

   "Yea, for sure?that sounds really fun!"

(End Part One)
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