Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2005 13:41:58 -0800 (PST) From: Rob Hoek Subject: my good friends boy (part twenty) Finished stuffing ourselves with a delicious breakfast, Jason and I returned to the suite, and packed up our stuff. I went to the front desk, and settled the bill, then retrieved Jase, and we loaded the car, and headed for home. As we drove in relatively light traffic, we talked about the trip, the Major League game experience, the awesome Hotel pool, and spa, and about our behind-closed-door experiences, as well. Jason was enthusiastically positive on all counts, as was I, and we decided that all in all, it had been an incredible time of both indoor, and outdoor sports! About an hour from home, Jase curled into the seat, and, resting his head on a folded sweatshirt, dozed off. I passed the rest of the drive time between watching the road, and watching my cutie boy peacefully sleeping, a small smile painted onto his sweet, full, lips! He stirred as I exited the freeway, and caught the stoplight at the end of the off-ramp. Sitting up, he swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, and blinked several times, bringing himself back to life. "Awww....!" He moaned, 'we're like, almost home, huh?" I grinned at him, and reached over to squeeze his smooth thigh, and answered, "Yea, Champ....we are, actually." Reaching down, he picked up my hand, and moved it into his crotch, pressing me into his package, and I gripped his turgid cock, rubbing him, and saying, "Hmmm....horny boy....so soon...?" He giggled, and nodded his head, answering, "Uh Huh...you touch me....I'm horny....'s how it works, Dude!" As the light changed, I regrettably released his stiff little boy meat, and guided the car into the flow of traffic, and told him, "Well, I like that, Champ.....big time...but we are close to home, Babe, so we best chill out....can't be bringing you home all boned up, can I?" He giggled wickedly, and said, "Dunno....might be a hoot, actually!" Laughing, I replied, "Oh Yea.....right...I'm SO sure your Dad would understand....NOT!" He giggled some more, and chirped, soto voice, "Hi Daddy.....look....my dickie is all hard from Rob rubbing on it in the car!!" I quickly reached over, and tweaked his little nail, and told him, "You knock that off, Hot Stuff.....not EVEN funny...!" More girly-voice, "Uh huh Daddy....and then he even sucked on it, Daddy.....before he put his really big one up my little butthole, Daddy!" I growled, and said, sternly, "Jason!....Do NOT make jokes like that...I'm serious!" His melodic sounds filled the cars interior, as he cackled at his little joke, then sobered, and looked seriously at me, saying, "Just kidding, Dude....I'd like, NEVER....say anything about us...not ever!" I nodded, knowing that he was just making kid humor, but also needing to feel assured that's all it was, given the fact that Matt would probably cut mine off with a very dull instrument, and feed it to me, inch by inch, before calling the law to take my sorry ass away forever, should he ever find out that I was having sex with recently turned twelve year old son! The moment passed, and Jason went back to reveling about the ball game, settling both me, and his hard little cock, so that we were relaxed, and smiling, as we pulled up in his driveway. We got out, and opened the trunk, affording brief privacy to our position at the rear of the car, and Jason quickly stretched up, and kissed my lips, saying, "Your so awesome, Rob....the best, actually!" Unable to resist, I groped his tight little butt, then handed him his bag, and closed the trunk, just as Matt, and Julie, approached the car. "Hey, Guys!" yelled Matt, and Julies excited voice joined in, saying, "Hi Honey.....welcome home!" As she approached Jason, and hugged him tightly. "Hi Mom....Dad..!" Chirped Jason in return, and as his Mom hugged him, Matt extended his hand to me, and I shook it, as he asked, "So, Rob...You don't look like the tiger, here, wore you out totally, I'm glad to say!" I chuckled, and shot a quick glance at the slightly blushing Jason, and answered, "Well, Matt.....I survived pretty well, but it took some effort, for sure!" Matt nodded, and laughed, saying, "Yea....I hear you, Bud....all that youthful energy, right?" I looked at him, smiled, and said, "Exactly...!" Jason giggled behind me. We went inside, and had some coffee, as Jason recited the highlights of the trip in typical excited boy fashion, extolling greatly the details of the game, the hotel room, and pool, ending with surprising recall at the various foods we had ingested along the way, and, thankfully, leaving out any hint of our private enjoyments! Matt and Julie again thanked me profusely for having undertaken the adventure with their obviously delighted Son, and I accepted their praise gratefully, if a tad embarrassed! As I said my goodbyes, Jason lunged himself at me, wrapped me in a huge hug, even shyly kissing my cheek briefly, as he thanked me for an "amazing" time! Blushing slightly at the affectionate display in the presence of his parents, I looked into his incredible blue eye's, and said, "Amazing....that's exactly the right word, Champ!" And I got out of there, while I still held on to some self control! Arriving home, I stripped out of my clothes, and stood a long time under a hot shower, relaxing my much exercised body, and once again recalling the incredible events of the past thirty or so hours of my life! Toweled off, I pulled on a pair of cargo shorts, and went to the kitchen phone, and ordered a pizza delivery. That done, I opened a cold beer, and settled into my recliner, flipped on the TV, and waited for the Pizza. The high school kid from the Pizza place soon arrived, and stood in the open doorway looking very much like dessert, as I found my wallet, and paid him, adding a memorable tip to the mix, in the hope that he would remember, and be first in line for any future deliveries to my humble bachelor pad! Yummy looking lads like him definitely did good things to my...uh...appetite! As I carried the steaming Pizza into the living room, I idly wondered if perhaps he was a baseball fan! Before I could dig into the Pizza, the phone rang. Answering, I was greeted by the sweet tone of the delectable young Tommy! "Hey, Coach!" He chirped, "What's up?" Grinning, my mind quickly conjured up a vision of the cutie boy, and I absently slid my hand inside the loose shorts, griping my bare cock, and answered, "Hey, yourself, Tommy-Boy.....not much...just getting ready to attack a Pizza!" A pause, then, "Cool...need any help...?" With a chuckle, and feeling my cock thicken some, I said, "Probably way more than I can handle alone, yea...." A giggle, then, "Awesome....Mom's at work again...so...uh....be right there...OK?" Gripping my cock a little harder, and rapidly forgetting the Pizza, I answered, "Very, very, OK, Tommy-Boy...get that cute little stuff on over here!" Another sweet giggle, then, "You got it, Dude!" And the line went dead. I laughed, and hung the phone up, returned to the living room, picked up the pizza, and put it on low heat in the oven, waiting for my soon to be arriving dinner guest....and, hopefully....dessert! (To Be Continued) bobhook10@hotmail.com