Date: Wed, 14 Sep 2005 13:58:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rainy Afternoon

Being a dedicated boy lover is not one of life's easier burdens. Once cute
and tender boys become your sexual fixation of choice, your life rapidly
becomes nearly obsessed with the inventing of schemes, and excuses, to be
in their presence as frequently as possible. Far too many sleepless hours
are filled with the agonizing wringing of brain cells, as you lie there in
the dark, planning and plotting new ways to pass yourself off as an
innocent adult male who just happens to have a greater than average
interest in the varied activities of boys between the ages of eleven, and
fourteen.

You find that you rather quickly become quite adept at this scheming, and
the quickly acquired skill serves to satisfy your immediate urge, which is
to simply be closely associated with the precocious lads, enjoying their
boundless energies, and antics. You delight in their very presence, their
heady boy scents, and sounds. You secretly perv their youthful appearance,
and their budding sexuality, delighting in their boisterous jibbing of each
other, as they frequently intone their cute little buddy's to "kiss my
ass," or "suck my dick," as they carry on their constant banter. Of course
they have no clue, as they verbally joust with each other, that you, given
the slightest provocation, would happily do just that to any one, or all,
of them.

In seemingly no time at all, you become aware that virtually all of your
free time is consumed with youth volunteer activities, coaching youth
sports, or merely being a spectator at countless Little league games, swim
meets, and the like. So deeply set is the hook, that during the brief
periods of a given year, when organized sports are in off season, you find
yourself squandering your free time in various parks, shopping malls, and
even the occasional arcade, where you become deft at simulating a serious
video game junkie, even though, in truth, the rapid fire pace of the games
elude your comprehension. Befuddled or not, most any given rainy weekend
day you are apt to find yourself firmly ensconced at a game table, your
pocket over weighted with game tokens, simply so that you can surround
yourself with the endless parade of sweet young lads that are whiling away
the soggy afternoon in similar pursuits. You blindly feed tokens into the
slot, and bang away at the controller, while in truth, all of your senses
are focused on the delightful sounds of boyish squeals, and giggles, and
the unmistakable scents of pure boyhood that surround you.

Typically, in the course of an afternoon of the video arcade scam, your
aging eyes will suffer overload from the simultaneous efforts of game, and
boy watching, and you will be forced to take a break. You purchase a soft
drink at the snack bar, happily standing on line with a small mob of the
objects of your desires, then, select a strategic perch to sit, and sip, as
your eyes never stop moving, surveying the abundant boy flesh in your
view. Amazing, you think, the variety of these tender morsels of boy
flesh. Some small, and slim, boyish in the extreme, others almost gangly in
their lankiness, having experienced early growth spurts. As you scan the
abundant menu before you, you note the extremes of their bulk, as differing
as is their height. Some probably couldn't make ninety pounds with pockets
full of rocks, while others rival the bulk of their high school aged
peers. The variations of maturity are equally amazing, some exhibiting not
a whisper of puberty, their skin creamy smooth, and totally devoid of any
sign of body, or facial, hair growth. It is not difficult for you to
imagine, and image, their totally hairless genitals, the slightly
protruding groin satin smooth above the small, pink boy cock. The vast
majority are doubtless circumcised, you decide, and a vivid mental image
crosses your heated mind, of the petite boy you are currently focused on,
naked, his small flaccid member resting gently on his taut, wrinkled, ball
sac. Your cock stirs in your crotch, as you envision the hairless scrotum,
and the small orbs tucked tightly within, not yet fully distended. You
shudder slightly, as you imagine fondling his immature package with your
fingers, and taking the whole of his perfect boy parts into your mouth as a
single unit.

Others among them are exhibiting varying degrees of puberty onslaught,
their voices cracking regularly, and a slight growth of soft facial hair
beginning to appear, particularly on the upper lip. Even the prominence of
their Adam's apples belies the presence of the raging hormones of
puberty. These are the group that proudly mark the daily sprouting of each
additional pubic hair, as they gaze at their developing, and changing,
young bodies in the bathroom mirror before, and after, a shower. This also
is the group that happily have begun spurting the long awaited semen at the
apex of their masturbatory fantasy sessions. Your minds eye again conjures
a clear image of the granite hard teen stem exploding, ejecting its watery
discharge over the smooth tummy of its owner, as he watches, totally in awe
of each burst of fluid, as it forcefully escapes his tiny cock slit. You
exhale a small sigh, almost able to actually sense the force of his young
cock pulsing inside your mouth, and the slightly acrid flavor of his fresh,
young cum. If only, you think, if only.

You do a subtle adjustment to your mostly hard cock, and rise, walking back
to the throng of machines, and squealing, pretty boys. You approach an
especially cute boy of eleven that you have previously befriended here at
the arcade, and say hello. He looks up at you, and melts your heart with a
fully withering smile, as he returns your greeting. You know, from previous
arcade visits, that his name is Scotty, and that he has a particular
fondness for one of the simulated driving games, but is not yet tall enough
to operate both the pedals, and the steering, on his own. You offer to
again assist him with the game, as on prior occasions, and he happily
accepts. You follow Scotty as he walks toward the row of games that contain
his favorite, your eyes locked onto his cute little bubble butt that is so
nicely rounded, and firm. Your sexually charged mind quickly provides a
clear image of a naked little Scotty, face down in a pillow, that
delectable little butt high, and presented fully for your enjoyment. Your
cock again throbs against your thigh, as you envision your hands gripping
the flawless globes of his creamy butt, spreading them, as you open his
tiny pink wrinkle to your hungry view. You almost gasp audibly at the
vision, and shudder again, as your mind clearly registers the sensation of
burying your face between those smooth melons, your tongue swiping over the
tiny pucker, again, and again.

Arriving at the game of choice, Scotty pauses, and turns to face you. Your
eyes flicker down to his crotch, and another jolt of energy passes through
your cock, as you detect the outline of the boys small lump snugly encased
in the thin cotton shorts. Your breath catches slightly, as you drink in
the creamy smoothness of his thin and hairless legs, and the smallish feet,
ensconced in sockless sandals. He again melts your soul with his
tiny-toothed smile, and, with a slight nod of his pure blond head,
indicates that you should sit at the game. You slid into position, your
heart rate increasing, as you anticipate his next move. He maneuvers his
trim little body, and climbs straight up in your lap, his tight little butt
squirming delightfully against your instantly hard member. He emits a sweet
giggle, and squirms some more, and you wonder if the boy is aware of the
contact between you. You shift slightly, and drop your hands to grip his
satin smooth thighs, and adjust yourself beneath his firm butt so that your
erection is centered with his warm cleft. You give the smooth thighs a
small squeeze, and Scotty giggles softly, looking over his small shoulder
at you with his incredibly blue eyes. He is ready, his eyes seem to be
saying, and you produce game tokens, as your demented mind longs
desperately for his readiness in much different endeavors.

You feed the infernal machine its demands, and the game springs to life,
the lights flashing brightly, and the overloud audio track blaring. Scotty
squeals with delight, and grips the steering wheel tightly in his slim
fingers, as he again squirms for position, his delectable melons separating
perfectly to capture your rock hardness between them. You hold your breath,
so tempting is the urge to move your hands the few scant inches upward from
his thighs, into his lap, your fingers capturing his turgid boy nail. He
wiggles again, causing a wet sensation to appear at your thigh, and you
shudder, as your precum begins to seep freely from your throbbing
manhood. Scotty gives the wheel a few jerks, and you sense his growing
impatience, so you get on with his game, and press your foot down on the
pedal. The video flashes across the screen before you, and the virtual race
car roars into action, as Scotty squeals sweetly, wielding the steering
wheel with all the strength his thin arms can muster. You close your eyes,
savoring the warm snugness of his tight little butt crack gently
manipulating your aching cock, as he gyrates with the sheer force of his
movements controlling the machine. Your hands grip his bare thighs a bit
tighter, and you begin a slight, subtle, thrusting of your hips, deftly
sliding your drooling cock along the cotton-covered cleft of his tiny butt.

If Scotty is aware of your intention, he clearly has no concern, as he
continues to ravage the steering wheel, his melodic squeals, and giggles
serving to enhance the incredible sensations his creamy boy-butt is
providing your every nerve ending. Fearing the untimely ending of the game,
you slightly increase the pace of your thrusting into him, your mind
rapidly registering the subtle nuances that belie your impending
orgasm. Scotty gamely adds downward pressure with his perfect butt, and
seems to wiggle it slightly to and fro, adding intensity to the movement of
the skin against your steel hard shaft. You unconsciously increase the
movement of your fingers on his butter soft thighs, and slide the tips of
your fingers just under the hem of his small shorts. You shudder strongly,
as your balls surge upward sharply, and you again suck in a deep breath,
and hold it, fighting the overwhelming urge to violate the leg of his
shorts, and attack his tiny balls with your fingers. Scotty squeals yet
again, thrashing the steering wheel in his small hands, and presses his
creamy butt firmly against your jerking manhood. He makes rapid to and fro
movements with his beautiful butt now, squeals loudly that his is going to
finish first in his race, as your cock delivers a final strong spasm
against his delicious warmth, and explodes, jetting your warm, slippery cum
into your underwear in rapid, strong, pulses.

You sag back slightly, your heartbeat roaring loudly in your ears, and lift
your arms, to encircle Scotties thin waist, hugging the boy close to your
heaving chest. Your nose buries itself in his golden locks, and his sweet
scent overwhelms your senses as you sniff deeply of his mystical
aroma. Your heart rate begins to subside slightly, and suddenly, the game
goes dark, and still, signaling the end of the event. Scotty moans,
disappointed, and gives a final wiggle of his bubble butt, before climbing
down off of your now sodden lap. He smiles up at you sweetly, and chirps
his thanks for your helping him play the game. You reach out, and ruffle
his soft golden hair, and tell him, in total honesty, that the pleasure was
yours, all yours.

The End
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