Date: Fri, 1 May 2009 14:52:38 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek Subject: My Nicky (1) My Nicky By Storyguy22 When the boy and I had set out in the boat for a day of high country trout fishing the action had been great. In the early hours of first light we had quickly boated a half dozen nice fish with no more effort than putting along the Western shore of the pristine mountain lake, but once the warm sunshine had painted across the lakes flat surface, the fish had withdrawn from the bite, and as the warmth of the day increased both of us were lightly dozing as we continued to troll our bait with negative results. No matter, I decided as I settled back in my comfortable boat seat; the worst day fishing beat the best day working as the old saying goes. Hidden behind my mirrored sunglasses and a baseball cap bill pulled low, I studied the lithe teen boy that lounged in the forward seat, more asleep than alert, although his fishing pole remained at the ready in his grip on the off chance that the bite would pick up again. The boy I reference was named Nicky, the Grandson of the elderly widow lady that lived in the house next to mine, and he was with me today as a kind of annual ritual that had become a regular part of his annual summer visits to his Grandma's house. He had recently turned fourteen, and our fishing outings had begun back when he was just ten years of age, the first summer I had met him when he had come to stay with Grandma for a couple of weeks during his summer school break. She being an elderly lady, and alone, and me being a single man who lived next door who at thirty-four was far more entertaining to a ten year old boy than was Grandma, it was a kind of natural evolvement that Nicky spent more time hanging out with me than he did at Grandmas. From the get-go he had been a great kid, a typical ten year old bundle of energy who was additionally blessed with both an outgoing and pleasing personality, and a stunning boyish cuteness. That last observation may have been prejudiced by the fact that I was, and am, a devout boy lover of long standing, to be perfectly honest, but none the less the little cutie had captured my heart, and my lust, at first sighting. At first meeting he sported a head of soft hair so blond that is was nearly white, and his satin smooth skin was nicely tanned from countless hours of running around outdoors in nothing but a pair of skimpy shorts, and a pair of battered tennis shoes. When Grandma introduced us, Nicky had instantly captured my heart when he had flashed a dazzling smile, his small, soft hand being swallowed by my own as we shook, and his still high-pitched and boyish voice had rung all of my boy lover bells as he said hello. As he had fidgeted around while Grandma sang his many praises to me, I had nodded my agreement as I let my gaze drift over the boy's nearly naked young body, my balls at the stir as I carefully noted each nook and cranny. He was small of stature, petite, I suppose would describe him, probably not more than about 4' 10", and maybe 85 pounds. The afore mentioned blond hair surrounded his sweet face in a sort of bowl cut style, with fine bangs drifting over his forehead. His flawless complexion was peaches and cream with a gentle flushing of pink on his cheeks, and his mouth was a perfect oval with lush and highly kissable lips. His thin frame allowed for the visibility of his ribs, and his soft little tummy sported the small cave of an "inney" navel, and his narrow waist tapered into small hips and a perfect little bubble butt. His legs were thin and satin smooth with not a whisper of hair as yet, and his trim ankles ended in smallish feet. The snug shorts he favored offered a hint of the boyish treasures that lurked behind the thin material, and I easily conjured up a clear vision of his tiny boyhood, all soft and pink as it rested on a small pouch of crinkled and hairless skin that was still tucked tightly against his body, hiding his as yet undeveloped little eggs. I shuddered, the vision of the boy naked flashing through my mind, and I managed to shake it off before my own cock grew obvious behind my shorts, and event that would certainly disturb Grandma. All of those first impressions had remained clear in my mind as the course of his yearly visits moved across the ensuing four years, and with each return visit as his youthful charms began to mature and flourish my attraction to him intensified at an equal pace. Having been informed by Grandma of the day of his arrival, my anticipation grew at a pace equal to my failing patience, and I found myself eagerly peering out of my front windows as I awaited his arrival. At long last the moment arrived, and I felt my cock stir as I stood in the shadows behind my living room drapes as I watched the boy alight from Grandma's car, and make his way to the trunk to retrieve his bags. My breath caught in my throat as he bent from the waist to reach into the depth of the trunk, and his perfect little butt lifted, and displayed fully to my hungry gaze. He straightened then, and closed the deck lid as he followed his Grandma into the house. I paced, eager for the moment I knew was coming, assuming that Nicky followed suit with his previous visits, to wit, as soon as he felt it acceptable to Grandma, he would come bounding across the lawn that separated our properties, and ring my bell...well...ring ALL my bells! True to form, about forty minutes later, my door bell sounded, causing a rapid elevation of my heart rate along with a tingling in my balls. I hurried to the door, and swung it open to greet a widely grinning Nicky, and as I returned the warm smile, I opened my arms widely, and the stunning boy literally threw himself against me as I wrapped my arms around his lithe body, holding him close. The boyish scents of him washed over me, and I all but swooned as I savored the soft curves and bulges of his body against me, and I squeezed him tight before backing away a touch to look into his sky-blue eyes. He grinned coyly, a slightly sheepish expression on his cute face, and I shook my head as I said, "Nicky...oh wow...it's so great to see you, Buddy...and gosh...you have sure done some growing over this year!" He chuckled sweetly, flushing slightly as he nodded his head so that some errant strands of his soft blond hair swept across his forehead as he replied, "Hey Rob...man...it's really good seeing you too...and yea...I guess maybe I filled out some...still sort of a shrimp, though...!" I laughed, taking his arm and pulling him inside the living room as I closed the door, and then told him, "Shrimp...?...no way, dude...or maybe you have totally forgotten that shrimpy little ten year old who used to show up here...?" He giggled, and shrugged, and I noticed how his bare chest had indeed developed over the past year, and I also noted the faint treasure trail of soft blond hair that descended from his cute little navel to disappear under the elastic of his traditional shorts. Continuing my downward gaze I also noted the recent emergence of equally pale and soft hair growth that showed along his lower legs, and I decided that my Nicky was a little boy no longer, but rather at the beginning stages of young manhood. It occurred to me that his treasures were doubtless no longer tiny, pink, and hairless, and a brief glance at his bulging crotch affirmed the thought, causing my own equipment to stir as I forced my eyes back to meet his own. I had led him to the living room then, and we had settled onto the sofa there and played verbal catch-up of the recent year, the warm and easy conversation quickly bringing our relationship back to that familiar and comfortable level it had always enjoyed. All of that had been a week ago, and as I brought myself back to real time, I let my sun glasses hidden gaze travel the length of his slender frame as he continued to doze behind his own sun glasses and hat. Shirtless as usual, I studied his widening shoulders, and the golden tan of flawless skin of his arms and chest, and my eyes settled on the dark circles of his quarter-sized nipples. The tiny nubs at their center were relaxed, and I closed my eyes briefly to imagine my lips teasing at the brown circles until the nubs rose into small eraser points. I let my gaze drift lower, following the taper of his torso as it blended into a narrow waist, and I focused once more on that fine and nearly invisible trail of soft blond hair that dipped under his shorts. Concentrating on the delicious bulges that resulted from the gathering of material of his shorts, I let myself believe that I could actually see the tube of his boyhood, and the lump of his maturing balls where the pressed against the thin material, and I shuddered, a soft groan escaping my mouth. Nicky stirred, and opened his eyes to look at me, and as a sly little smile turned up the corners of his lush mouth I knew he had busted me checking out his crotch. He closed his eyes again, and idly lifted one arm as he settled his hand on those tempting lumps at his crotch, and he made one of those unselfconscious adjustments that all young boys make frequently. My heart skipped a few beats as I watched him, and I longed to replace his hand with my own. He sighed heavily, moving his arm and hand to swipe at his glistening brow, and he opened his eyes again to look at me as he said, "Man...the fishing sucks all of a sudden...and it is getting really hot...!" I nodded my agreement, trying and failing to not look at his crotch as I swore silently that the thickness of that tube I had checked out earlier had grown in girth from his toying with it, and I managed a fairly normal tone as I replied, "I agree on both counts, Dude...maybe the action will pick back up after the heat of the day...if you're bored, or too warm, we can reel in and head over to the island and get out for a stretch and some shade...and try our luck a little later." He pushed himself up to a sitting position, and his hand once more dropped to his lap to adjust whatever it was he had going on there as he nodded, and reached for his pole as he began retrieving his line, as he said, "Yea...lets do that, Rob...I need a break from this sun...gotta pee, too...!" My heart did that skip a beat thing again at his mention of needing to pee...to my delight Nicky had never exhibited an ounce of "pee-shyness" during our relationship, and the result of that had been fairly frequent, if sadly brief, glimpses of his perfectly formed boyhood, and I definitely looked forward to renewing the pleasurable experience. Reaching for my own pole, I quickly reeled in, and then fired up the motor and headed for the island that sat near the center of the large mountain lake. The southern shore of the island offered a quiet cove complete with a crescent of soft white sand that faced the undeveloped shore of the lake, and as the boat reached its plane, I steered for that location. After beaching the boat, we clamored ashore, and I of course seized that golden opportunity to appreciate the perfect roundness of his tight little butt as he stooped to exit the boat. Without delay, he headed off toward the distant tree line, and I quickly followed. Reaching the far side of the narrow beach, we stopped side by side, separated by a discrete space, and fished out our cocks to void our bladders. I subtly turned my head sufficient to view his penis as he yanked down the front of his shorts to let it free, and even though he wrapped his hand around it, voiding my clear view, I felt my cock thicken as I watched the forceful stream of his pee jet forth to wet the dirt in front of him. Damn, I thought, how hot would it be to hold that beauty for him while that strong flow poured forth! He apparently had not been kidding when he had indicated the need to pee, as he was still going strong when my own stream ceased, and I shook off before tucking away. Nicky glanced in my direction, and gave a small shrug as if to say "what can I do," and I winked at him as I boldly stared directly at what I could see of his cock before turning and walking back to the boat. Retrieving a tarp from the boat, I spread it on the sand under the shade ring of a large pine tree, and settled down on it as Nicky came walking across the strip of sand to join me. He dropped down on the tarp, and took off his cap to swipe his brow with his forearm as he said, "Man...I needed that, big time...and this shade, too...it really got warm the last few minutes." I agreed, and we lounged back on the shaded tarp sipping at some cold sodas as we chatted in our usual comfortable way. Eventually, I asked him about how things were going for him at home, and at school, eventually teasing him about how the girl-hunting had been going. He blushed some, and kind of evaded the questions as he muttered something vague about finding the fair sex more than a bit confusing, and certainly high maintenance, the summation being that the whole effort might just be more trouble than it was worth. Taking a different tack, I decided to test the waters a bit, and I told him, "Really...?...wow Nicky...that is exactly how I have always felt about that, too...I mean, you will probably outgrow that outlook...but I never did...not to this day, actually." He turned his head, looking at me with a curious expression on his face as he gave a small shrug, and replied, "Actually, I kind of...um...figured that out about you, Rob...I mean, like, you never...uh...seem to spend any time with ladies...not that I have seen, anyway..." Watching him carefully, and sensing that his attitude was fully open regarding the subject, I boldly pressed on, saying, "Yea...well, Nicky...the truth is that there was a time...long ago...that I really tried to make things different about that issue, you know...?...but...eventually I just accepted that the female of the specie just doesn't float my boat, so to speak...hell, I guess you are old enough to understand the truth now...and I hope it won't be an issue in our relationship...you are like a part-time son to me, after all...but yea Nicky...in the interest of full disclosure here...well...I'm gay...and always have been, though I work at keeping it low key." Nicky let that perk a minute, and then looked at me with one of those high wattage smiles as he nodded his head, and said quietly, "Naw Dude...it's all good...I actually sort of figured that out already...I mean, the no ladies in your life thing...and...well...that, and the way I see you...um...looking at me, sometimes, too...but it's cool...really...I, uh...actually sort of...like it..." That, of course, hit me like a truck...not the part about him figuring out my gayness, but the part about him knowing I looked at him...I mean, I knew I had been busted perving him on numerous occasions, but what stunned me was the declaration that he liked it! Unsure what to say, I winked at him, and reached out to ruffle his soft hair, as I simply responded from the heart, telling him, "You are very special to me Nicky...very special...and you have no idea how good your saying that makes me feel...no idea at all...but thanks, okay?" As if on impulse, he suddenly scooted next to me, and practically threw himself against me as he wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me hard before just as quickly releasing me as he pulled away blushing furiously, his eyes cast downward. I reached out and rubbed my palm over his smooth, warm back as I said against his small ear, "Nothing more needs saying, Nicky...I get it, okay...?...and it's cool...it's all good between us...perfect, even...just chill, okay...?" He nodded, his lean body shivering gently as he rolled his head, and fixed me with his soft blue eyes as he said, "You're so awesome, Rob...calling me special...and like a son...wow...I feel like that about you too...for a long time, actually..." Sensing that we had taken this far enough for the moment, I ruffled his hair again, and then tried to lighten the mood by saying, "Hey, Hot-Stuff...what do you say we take a dip in the lake...?...a real cool down might be just the ticket here...!" He brightened too, his head coming up as he grinned widely, and answered, "Awesome plan, Dude...yea...but we...um...didn't bring any swim trunks or anything...!" Laughing, I let my hand drop casually onto his smooth, firm thigh, just about midway between his knee, and his treasures, and I gave him a firm squeeze as I answered, "Yea...well, a minor issue...we can either just go in our undies...or...hell, we could skinny dip...what a great chance that would be for me to see that amazing body of yours I have always wanted to see...!" He blushed furiously, looking at me with incredulity as he thought that over for a few seconds, and then he grinned shyly, and muttered, "Oh man...lets, okay...?...I skinny dipped a couple times when we went camping back home...I loved it...it feels so awesome...and, um...wow...you really think my body is...amazing...?" Laughing, I slid my hand into his crotch, and closed it boldly around his ample boyhood as I winked at him, and answered, "Yup, I sure do think that, Nicky...and from how...this...feels, I'm right, too...last one in is a rotten egg...!" He giggled loudly, and quickly reached down to yank his shorts down his shapely legs, and kick them off his feet. Clamoring to his feet, his mostly erect boyhood jutting proudly off his sparse thatch of blond pubes as he turned toward the water, and yelped, "That would be you, old man...cause I'm already there, and you're just sitting there with your mouth hanging open while you look at my...amazing...cock...!" With that, he jogged toward the water as my eyes bored into the delicious bubble of his wiggling little ass. I licked my lips, simultaneously stunned and thrilled at this turn of events as I got to my feet and then wiggled out of my shorts and briefs. Naked as my Nicky-boy, I ran to the water, and dove in. Surfacing, I saw a grinning Nicky diving and splashing around several yards from me, and I plunged back into the refreshing water and began swimming toward him. As each powerful stroke brought me closer to the naked and grinning teen, I wondered just how far this incredible dream-like experience would go...! (To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com