Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2009 13:20:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reflections (1)

Reflections
By
Storyguy22

   This is a work of fiction which depicts sexual activity involving young
boys and an adult male. It is intended as adult entertainment.

(1)

   The old gent moved carefully along the wide covered porch of the
retirement residence where he now lived. The place was comfortable enough,
and filled all the needs of his advancing age while relieving him of the
multitude of responsibilities that had begun to plague him with regard to
maintaining his own home as he had done for many years. He reached the far
end of the porch, and settled himself into the comfortable Adirondack style
chair that had become his favorite. He squirmed a bit, adjusting his aching
joints as comfortably as possible, and then he shifted his attention to the
expansive city park that was located directly across the street from his
place of residence.

   The large park had carried more than a small amount of weight in his
decision to take up residence in this particular retirement residence, and
a gentle smile turned up the corners of his mouth as he gazed at the
impressive number of young children that frequently inhabited the park on
these warm and sunny summer days. As was typical, the ratio of boys to
girls at play in the park ran easily two to one in favor of the boys, and
the man's smile widened a bit at that statistic. The old man had for the
majority of his adult life been an avid boy lover, and while his advancing
age and the assorted ailments that accompanied it had forced him to abandon
the physical pursuit of his passion, his still very astute mind and memory
allowed him the pleasure of vividly recalling his many pleasurable
encounters with the nubile young boys of his past as he watched the
activities of the children across the street in the park.

   A pickup game of basketball drew his attention then, and he focused on
the frantic activity of the eight young lads that were engaged in a heated
competition. He smiled again, aware of the dim sensation somewhere behind
his balls as he focused carefully on the boys who were assuming the role of
"skins" in the age old "shirts and skins" definition of the two teams
playing the game. He drooled a bit as his still sharp eyes swept over the
smooth and hairless chests and soft bare tummies of the four shirtless
boys, his ingrained expertise telling him that they were all in the eleven
or twelve year old age group, which happened to be his personal
favorite. No that he had ever passed an opportunity to sample the pleasures
of a slightly older boy, indeed his past included a fair number of just
such encounters with lads of sixteen, or even seventeen, but the
eleven-twelve-thirteen year old group had always been his group of choice,
and he was particularly gratified that this was the fare of today. His gaze
settled on one especially good looking boy, and as his hungry gaze drank in
the beauties slender smoothness, another similar image moved to the
forefront of his mind, an image of Bobby, the first young boy he had ever
had the courage to approach, and then sexually molest. Yes, he decided as
he continued to carefully watch the pretty boy go through the gyrations of
the heated basketball game, he was indeed the spitting image of Bobby, and
the old mans mind began to rerun the events of the day he had so long ago
finally surrendered to his long pent up urges regarding young boys and
their delicious little parts.

Bobby:


   It had been in Denver, Colorado; somewhere back in the early fifty's not
long after the old man had graduated college when he was nearing his
mid-twenties. Along with his degree had come a list of potential job
opportunities, among which was a prospect that interested him with a
company that was located in Denver. After submitting his resume by mail, he
had been contacted with the offer of a live interview for the position, and
he had traveled to Denver for the appointment. At the time, it was common
that most cities of any size would be home to a local branch of the YMCA,
and it was equally as common for young men that required reasonably priced
temporary lodging would choose the Y for that purpose. Generally speaking,
the Y offered basic but adequate rooms, along with some sort of
recreational accoutrements that often included an indoor swimming pool, and
even frequently offered very cheap dinning en suite. Thus had been the case
in Denver in the early fifties, and the man had checked in there directly
upon arriving in the mile-high city.

   His arrival had been about mid-day of the day preceding his scheduled
interview, and after parking his luggage in his room; he had partaken of a
decent lunch in the Y cafeteria, and then explored the rambling facility a
bit. Upon discovering the large swimming pool located on the basement level
of the building, and taking careful notice of the half-dozen or so boys
that were frolicking in the clear pool, he had quickly returned to his room
to collect his swim suit and grab a towel from the bathroom before hurrying
back to the pool, his hopes high that he might be able to glean some
enticing fodder for a later jack off session as he watched the delicious
young boys at play, their slender young bodies scantily clad in just swim
shorts.

   He had not been disappointed in the least, and he had happily spent the
next couple of hours absorbing every nuance of the sweet young boys at play
in the pool. There had been an abundance of smooth and hairless skin on
display, along with a more than generous number of opportunities to clearly
discern the bulging tubes of boy cocks behind the wetly clinging swim
shorts, as well as the bulges of their balls, and those pert little boy
butts. The man had indeed garnered a plethora of masturbation incentive as
he lounged around the pool and tried to maintain some modicum of discretion
as he openly perved the supple young bodies. In fact, he had soon reached
the point of arousal that nearly mandated that he return forth with to his
room for exactly that stress relieving purpose, and as difficult as it had
been to abandon his leering post, he finally had given in to the pressing
urge to get off. He stood, and took a last longing look at the gaggle of
pretty young boys, the stunning little blonde boy in particular, and then
headed off to the locker room to shower and dress, in a serious need now
for the privacy of his small room upstairs.

   As he showered, the man closed his eyes and conjured up a vision of the
sweet blonde boy he had heard the other boys call Bobby. He pictured the
nearly pretty face of the boy, and then his slim body. His dick swelled to
erection as his mind leered at the image of the boys smooth chest and tiny
pink nipples, and then he mentally peeled away the sodden swim trunks to
reveal the boys pride and joy, a firm stalk of pink flesh that was topped
by a perfect little plum shaped knob, slightly purple in tone. His mouth
flooded with saliva as he imagined taking the sculpted morsel into his
mouth and sucking it as his fingers made their way to the tight little
pouch that cradled the boy's tender young balls. Unconsciously, the man had
gripped his rigid penis in his fist and stroked it back and forth as he
continued his mental onslaught of the young boy's perfect young dick and
balls. He increased the pace of his stroking as his mind took things to the
next level, the boy suddenly tensing as he rocked up onto his toes,
grunted, and then expelled an impressive offering of sweet boy nectar into
his sucking mouth. He let out a grunt of his own, his reeling brain calling
up a picture of spinning the slim boy around as he pushed against the small
of his back, causing the boy to bend from the waist as his perfect little
butt was offered up fully. The man felt his balls draw tight as he imagined
his hands exploring the firm globes of the pretty ass, and then his finger
probing onto the warm cleft that divided the tight mounds as his middle
finger located the tiny opening he sought. He locked the finger, and pushed
firmly into the boy's tightness, his digit finally breaking through the
tight ring of muscle that guarded his entrance. The boy squealed, the
imagined sound so real that the man had snapped his eyes open, suddenly
fearful that it was not a fantasy at all, but that he was actually
fingering the pretty blonde boys butt. Seeing that he was indeed still all
alone with his dream, he quickly resumed imagining his finger sinking into
the boy's buttery warmth as his free hand flew over his drooling cock in a
blur. A fleeting thought of his tongue replacing his finger inside the
boy's tender tunnel pushed him over the edge, and his rampant manhood
bucked in his fist, and erupted. His semen jetted forth in thick ropes, the
ejaculate flying everywhere until it finally splattered to the shower floor
to be washed into the drain.

   Spent and trembling, the man had sagged against the shower wall, panting
and thinking his wobbly knees might let go and make him drop to the
floor. As the powerful orgasm wined, the man sucked in a deep breath, and
shook his head as he muttered some meaningless phrase of wonder. He stepped
back under the spray then, rinsing the last traces of his explosive orgasm,
and then twisted off the water, and stepped out of the stall. He grabbed
his towel off a wall hook, and headed back to his locker to dress.

   As he walked back into the open locker room, he pulled open his locker,
and then sat down on the bench behind him. As he worked the towel over is
legs and feet, he heard a noise behind him, and he turned his head in the
direction of the sound. He let out a gasp as his gaze settled on the source
of the sound, and his recently spent cock began to swell once more as he
took in the stunning sight of his blonde angel Bobby. The boy was standing
in front of his open locker, completely naked, and looking directly at the
man, a sheepish little grin on his slightly flushed face. The man gasped
again, his eyes quickly scanning the boy's naked beauty, and his hungry
gaze settled on the pulsing boyhood that poked wickedly from the lad's
hairless groin. It looked exactly like it had appeared in the man's
fantasy, small and narrow, but so perfectly sculpted, and the purplish plum
that topped it was even more enticing that the imagined image had been. The
boy's scrotum was a tight pouch of hairless and crinkled skin that swelled
with the small orbs it contained, and the man licked his lips, feeling his
saliva flood into his mouth once more. The boy stirred slightly, his
colt-like legs spreading wider, and he seemed to thrust his narrow hips
forward, all most as if offering his treasures to the mans stare. The
waif-like smile was still there, and the man felt a wave of dizziness as
the high pitched and very boyish voice said very softly,

   "I knew it...out there at the pool...I could tell...you like me, don't
you Mister...?"

   The man simply gulped, and nodded his head, unable to attempt any sort
of verbal reply. The boy giggled softly, and wiggled his hips again,
causing the very stiff boy cock to dance a bit, as he spoke again, saying,

   "Do you want to touch me, Mister...you can...I think I would like it if
you did...?"

   Still completely speechless, the man simply nodded once more, and
extended his arms toward the naked little beauty. He noticed that his hands
were trembling, and he groaned again as the boy suddenly moved forward,
quickly crossing the small space between them to stand mere inches away,
directly in front of the panting man. He slowly raised his arms above his
head, and splayed his legs, and the man noted the complete baldness of his
creamy underarms. The boy inched closer, the purple knob of his
breathtaking boyhood nearly touching the mans outstretched hand, and the
man was certain he could actually smell the youthful scent of the naked
boy, so fresh and clean, with a slight hint of chlorine from the pool
water. He sucked in a deep breath, and forced his eyes away from the four
inch prize before him, and his eyes locked onto the shyly smiling boys
face. He swallowed, and then tried his voice, saying in a near croak,

   "You are so very beautiful...so perfect...!"

   Another soft giggle from the boy, and he thrust his hips once more, as
he said quietly,

   "Touch me, Mister...please...!"

   That was it, the final barrier shattering into a zillion pieces, and the
man moved his trembling arm, his wide fist closing around the boy's narrow
shaft and squeezing the rigid tube of flesh as his other hand dropped
between the boys spread thighs to carefully cup the tight little pouch
between them as his fingers probed the tender little orbs inside.

   "OHhhh jeez...!" hissed the boy, startling the man.

   The man glanced up at the boy, and smiled as he saw the expression of
sheer need and lust that painted the boys face, and he instantly warmed to
his task as he fondled the little dream boat, touching and rubbing his
naked beauty everywhere as the boy cooed and sighed in pleasure. The man
left not one inch of the boy's satin smooth body untouched as he stroked
and rubbed him everywhere, his mind reeling with the heart stopping
realization of his long imagined fantasy. Soon, his touches became kisses
and licks as the man hungrily savored the tastes and smells of the young
beauty. He lapped at the tiny pink nipples with lips and tongue, and he ran
his tongue over the length of silky smooth torso, and then down one
hairless leg and back up the other until his tongue explored the tight ball
sack. He carefully captured each small ball inside his mouth, sucking
gently, and then he licked up the length of the narrow shaft and sucked
firmly on the perfect knob. He gripped the boy's narrow waist, and turned
him around so that his tongue could explore the perfection of his tiny ass,
his tongue tip poking at the tightness of his tiny pucker as his taste buds
exploded with the pure taste of boy. He turned him again, and quickly
pounced, sucking the pulsing boyhood into his mouth as he settled into a
steady rhythm of sucking the moaning boy to orgasm. And it was quickly
forthcoming, the boy whimpering sweetly as his body trembled under the
multitude of amazing sensations it was receiving. He grunted loudly, and
lifted up onto his toes as his narrow hips bucked forward, thrusting his
rigid stalk into the man's drooling mouth.

   "AWwww Jeez...!" he hissed once more as his fingers grabbed at the mans
hair.

   The man was surprised, and pleased beyond measure as the boyhood
plunging his mouth suddenly bucked, and ejaculated a fair volume of sweet
and warm fluid over his tongue as the boy drained his tiny balls in a much
more voluminous quantity of boy-honey than he had ever hoped for. The man
savored the tasty warm juices briefly, and then swallowed every drop as the
boy all but collapsed, melting to the cool floor as his wilted morsel
slipped from the mans lips with a soft popping sound. Wild with renewed
lust, the man frantically gripped his own throbbing erection and fisted it
in a blur until it too erupted, his thick streamers of cum jetting over the
boy at his feet, the creamy trails streaking over the boys slim smooth
body, and even painting his cherubic face. Spent, the man dropped backward
against his locker, panting like a sprint runner as the boy smiled
sheepishly up at him, his pink little tongue snaking out to lap at the
trails of man juice that dribbled off his face. It was at that very moment
that the man had been certain that his long held desire was indeed the most
earth shattering experience that life had to offer, and, that from that
moment forward he would never again deny himself the immense pleasures of
boy love.

   The locker room door was suddenly pushed open, and while not within
sight of the still stunned couple, the deep voice that suddenly boomed
through the echo chamber of the locker room startled them both to action as
it called loudly,

   "Hurry that shower Son...we need to meet your Mom in just a few
minutes...!"

   The flushed boy held his finger in front of his lips, indicating the man
should stay still, as he called in return,

   "Almost done, Daddy...I'll be right out...!"

   Thankfully, the door banged closed once more with finality, and the boy
quickly scrambled to his feet. The man was unable to resist reaching out to
once more run his hands over the satin like body of his young friend, and
with one final kiss the perfectly shaped penis, he shooed the boy toward
the showers as he got shakily to his feet, and pulled on his clothes. As he
turned from the locker, the boy emerged from the shower, and smiled widely
at the man as he turned a quick circle to give the man one last look at his
young perfection. The man smiled, and gave the stunning boy a thumbs-up, as
he quickly retreated from the locker room, and hurried to his upstairs
room.

(To Be Continued)
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