Date: Fri, 10 Sep 2010 14:14:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek Subject: Mutual Desire (7) Mutual Desire By Storyguy22 (7) Having taken care of our packing and loading for the trip to my friends cabin the previous evening, Chris and I managed a decently early start for the roughly 2 hour drive. When he had gone back to Grandma's last evening to pack his gear I had kidded him, telling him he shouldn't get too carried away with a lot of clothing since I planned to keep him mostly naked up at the cabin. He had giggled, blushing prettily, and I had sensed from his reaction that he wasn't really averse to the idea, so I pushed the envelope a bit by suggesting he not bring any underwear at all, but should just go commando so that his sweet treasures would that much more accessible for any moments of opportunity that might arise, no pun intended. In any event, we did manage to hit the road around eight in the morning when a still somewhat sleepy-eyed Chris had climbed into the front seat of my pickup alongside me. He was dressed in a tee shirt and shorts that revealed a generous portion of his creamy thighs, and as we pulled away from the house I reached over with one hand to run my palm along the closest one, stroking his satiny skin from knee to crotch. He grinned at me, and took hold of my wrist, tugging my hand into his crotch, and I laughed in delight when I realized that he was naked inside the flimsy shorts. I squeezed his boyhood a few times, struggling already to keep my mind on the driving, and he instantly went rigid under my attentions. I pulled my hand away and stole a quick glance at his bulging crotch, and then gave him a wink as I said, "Perfect choice, Baby...I like that...I like it a lot...but...I was planning on stopping for some breakfast in just a few blocks, so unless you want to be the cause of some early morning heart attacks for the old dudes who always hang out at this coffee shop, you better find some way to put that beauty back to rest in short order." He giggled, muttering to himself as I chuckled, and focused on the traffic, thinking that this well could be a very interesting little road trip! I'm sure it was nothing more than my over-active and always horny imagination, but I was just sure that all of the old timers that were scattered around the coffee shop enjoying their regular morning coffee-klatch were somehow very aware that the sexy teen boy that walked ahead of me as we crossed the room to a table was going swinging dick and balls under those hot little shorts, and I could swear several of them were giving me knowing looks, an expression of pure envy and lust apparent on their wrinkled faces. Eat your hearts out guys, I thought, you have the situation nailed, and he is all mine and mine alone for the next few days! Once a staggering amount of food was placed in front of Chris, he totally blew off my ribbing remarks regarding how his presence had all these geezers wishing they had refilled their Viagra prescriptions and he attacked the offering with the gusto typical of a young teen boy, seemingly not even noticing my none-too-subtle attempts to fondle his goodies under the linen napkin he had spread over his lap. When he got to the point that the only thing left on his platter was the pin stripping it had left the factory with, he downed the last of his tall glass of milk, swiped at his lush mouth with his napkin, and stood up, his eyes searching about for the bathroom. I watched the geezers, smiling as I noted a fair number of them eyeing his delicious legs and gently bulging shorts. All eyes seemed to lock on his sweet little buns as he headed off toward the men's room, and I could tell that a fair number of them were using a full measure of restraint not to follow him in there in the desperate hope of catching even a fleeting glance of the treasures he had between those luscious legs. Hell, I was tempted myself, but I managed to resist knowing that soon enough those lovely treasures would be mine. After Chris returned to much the same bevy of hungry stares that his departure had generated, I took a quick turn in the john myself, and then settled the tab. As we headed back to the truck it occurred to me that I would love to be a fly on the wall in that coffee shop as the old timers shared their wicked thoughts regarding the young hottie who had certainly added a stirring dimension to their otherwise mundane morning. Our trip required nearly an hour's travel on the freeway which was alive with the usual weekday morning traffic rush, but after we had exited to the far less traveled two lane road that would take us up into the hills, I was able to relax, so I reached over to slip my arm over Chris's shoulders, and urged him to slide across the seat next to me. He quickly complied, and snuggled his lithe body against me as I ran my hand up and down his smooth arm, my cock stirring behind my shorts from the warm contact of his bare leg pressing into mine. We were quiet for a while, just enjoying the passing scenery and each other, and when he stirred after a while, I took my arm off his shoulders, and then dropped my hand to his thigh, kneading the firm flesh as I asked him, "Everything cool, Champ...?...you've been pretty quiet since breakfast." "Yea, it's all good...I just shouldn't have pigged put so much...makes me sleepy." He replied, yawning. "Ah," I said, "I hear that...too much food kind of logs me out, too...so, is Little Chris sleepy too, or...?" I teased, moving my hand to his crotch where I gripped his boyhood. He giggled, his silky thighs parting quickly as I groped him, and he blurted, "No way...he never sleeps, you know that!" I squeezed his hardness, once more impressed with how rapidly a boy his tender age could convert a flaccid penis to a full erection, and I stroked his modest length repeatedly, feeling my saliva flooding with a desire to taste the sweet morsel. "Jeez, that feels awesome, Rob...lot's better without the undies, for sure...almost like when it's naked!" he hissed excitedly. "That was a wicked idea, by the way...I never tried that before, and it's way cool...'cept that it makes me be hard pretty much all the time!" I chuckled, still working his hard nail as I replied, "So what's wrong with a hard cock...?...I happen to really like you hard like this...and if it feels even better naked, then just lose the shorts...I sure won't mind!" I told him. He looked up at me, a sly smile flashing as he arched his eyebrows, and said, "You serious...?...I can get all naked...?...here, I mean...in the truck on the road?" "Sure you can, why not...?...that way when I make you spray all that yummy boy-cum it won't mess up your shorts...I mean, those are the only pair you brought, right?" I teased him. He giggled, and mumbled, "Pretty much just these, yea...you said I was gonna be mostly naked... you're a dirty old man...I really like you!" he giggled. I laughed, stealing brief glances at him as he hoisted his tiny butt off the seat and yanked at the elastic of the shorts, tugging them down his thighs past his knees before bending down to get them clear of his tennis shoes. He tossed them onto the floorboard, and then quickly skinned out of his tee shirt before settling back on the seat naked, his pulsing boyhood jutting proudly from his thin pubes and pointing pretty much vertically toward the truck roof. I studied the road for a moment, and then turned my head to look at him, and my own erection threatened to tear through the material of my shorts. What a stunning little beauty he was, I thought, so lean and smooth as only a young teen boy can be. Other than the unruly mop on his head and his sparse smattering of silky pubes there wasn't a hair on the boy, his youthful skin almost glowing with a healthy tone. The developing musculature of his body was just beginning to take on some definition, and it was clear that as he emerged from the puberty he was currently undergoing his body would transition to that of a very attractive young man. I checked out the road again, and then dropped my gaze to study his delicious penis and plump scrotum, and I unconsciously licked my lips, savoring the recollection of that tasty shaft sliding in and out of my mouth. He wasn't large by any means, probably not more than around five inches, and narrow of girth, perhaps nearing an inch around, but I had never seen a more perfectly shaped male appendage. Nearly sculpted in its pulsing perfection, I thought as I studied the plum shaped knob at its head, the tiny slit that centered it glistening with moisture in the sunlight, and my gaze followed the slightly tapering shaft down to its base where it all rested atop a plump and hairless pouch. I had become quite smitten with capturing his crinkly sack in my mouth as I sucked him, and he seemed quite responsive to my gently sucking each tender orb in turn. I wished that I had that pink little purse in my mouth right now actually, but instead I settled for reaching out to grasp his rigid boyhood in my fist and stroke it as I shifted my eyes back to the hiway. Chris thrust his small hips gently against my fisting actions, and soft mewing noises came from him, telling me he was enjoying my attentions as much as I was enjoying providing them, with the definite exception of the nearly painful throbbing of my very hard cock. Almost as if he were reading my mind, he looked at me, and said in a nearly pleading way, "Oh gosh, Rob...you touching my boner feels awesome...and it's gonna make me spurt really soon, too...I feel really horny right now...I just wish you weren't busy driving so you could suck me...that feels even better than this...and besides, if you weren't driving I could do stuff to your big dick too!" Fuck, that did it...my vivid imagination quickly leaping to the incredible imagined sensation of my aching cock being manipulated by his delicate hands, and lush little mouth as his stiffness filled my mouth with his creamy essence. I began searching for a turnoff, or at least a wide turnout that would afford us at least minimal privacy from any passing traffic. I spotted a dirt road running away from the main road on my right, and I slowed and took it, bumping along its ruts until it led behind a stand of large oaks, where I stopped. I turned toward Chris, and he grinned his dazzling smile as he registered that he was about to be granted his recently expressed wish. His thin arm slithered under mine, and I gasped loudly as his hand groped my very tented crotch before closing firmly around my rock hard cock. "You gotta hurry, Rob, and get these shorts off so we can suck each other...I really want that...right now!" he panted nearly breathlessly. Without bothering to reply, I rose up and pushed my shorts and briefs past my knees, freeing my drooling erection, and Chris quickly grabbed at it as I clumsily maneuvered us into a kind of awkward but effective sixty-nine position along the trucks bench seat. It took a few seconds of squirming, but soon enough we had our heads, and therefore our mouths, positioned at each other's crotch, where without further delay we began a very enthusiastic and slurpy mutual sucking. God, it was incredible! The feverish pace of it seemed to further heighten our mutual excitement, and we were literally attacking each other, our drooling mouths and flitting tongues seemingly everywhere at once. I licked his pink bag, and sucked his little nuts, and I even managed to slip my finger into the warm tightness of his tight little hole where I located his sensitive little gland and rubbed it, as I returned to sucking his pulsing boner. His own magic little mouth moved me ever closer to the impending eruption I was feeling in my balls, and I knew it wasn't going to last. The cab of the truck was filled with our mingled groans and ragged breathing, and in what had to have been some sort of record time both of us had hit the wall, our balls boiling over in near perfect synchronization as each of us exploded and filled the others mouth with what felt like a veritable flood of warm, creamy semen. As far as I was concerned the boy could just keep pumping his wonderful nectar into my mouth until hell froze over, the sweetness and viscous texture of it as close to heaven as I might ever hope to go, and I captured a large sample of it to savor as I swallowed the rest until his boyhood stopped pulsing, and began to soften. He gamely stayed with my own powerful orgasm to completion, and when he finally came up for air, I grinned in silent agreement as he exhaled loudly, and offered, "WOW...that SOooo rocked!" Once my breathing quieted, I pushed myself into a sitting position, and wrapped the shuddering boy in my arms, stroking his soft back and his damp hair as I mumbled sweet nothings into his small ear, generally praising his amazing passion and skill as a lover, and all but professing the undying love I was starting to feel for this truly incredible boy. He snuggled against me, spent and happy, and after a while we reluctantly separated, unwound our now stiff jointed bodies to restore some semblance of order to our appearance before finding our way back to the hiway to resume our journey to the lake. Sweet Jesus, I thought, we haven't even gotten to the cabin yet, and already we were enjoying the sweet afterglow of some amazing sex...what, I wondered, could possibly lie in store for the remainder of this trip! (Story Continues) Storyguy22@yaqhoo.com