Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2005 14:20:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Robert's Discovery (1)

Another work of fiction, perhaps loosely based on real events of a bygone
time. The material depicts sexual activity between an adult male, and an
under aged male. If this is offensive, or outside the boundaries of your
local laws, or, I suppose, if you are under age, yourself, you should not
read it. But, who am I to stop you, if you want to! Enjoy!



His name was Robert, or Rob, to most. He was the constant companion to my
Godson, Rodney, and just short of fifteen, the summer this event, or
events, occurred. Robert was a very good looking boy, almost pretty,
actually. I'd say about 5' 8", and about 120 pounds, light brown, wavy
hair, worn in the shaggy, center-part style of the day, slightly
over-the-ears, and reaching the collar in back. His eyes were a dark brown,
framed by thick eyebrows, and the longest eye lashes I have ever seen on a
boy. He was slim of build, his developing muscle structure defined, but not
"buffed." The areas of his lithe body that were swim-suit visible were
creamy smooth, and hairless, save for some fine down on his legs below the
knee. Opportunistic moments revealed a firm, and rounded butt, and some
intriguing bulges of boy parts at his crotch. As a gay man, and somewhat of
a repressed boy-lover, I naturally found Robert highly attractive, and
seized every opportunity to languish in his natural sexiness, and his warm,
though somewhat shy, persona. He was the fodder for many of my masturbation
sessions, to be sure, but at age 36, I considered him off-limits as a
potential sex partner, and limited myself to secretly, and subtly, perving
him, as he and Rodney spent many an hour enjoying my backyard pool, and
spa.

Rodney is the sixteen year old son of my longtime friend, who had honored
me with the title of Godfather on the occasion of Rodney's christening. I
had jumped into the role of surrogate father with both feet, and had
enjoyed Rodney's close companionship his entire life, watching him grow,
and develop into the fine young man that he is today. Rodney was an equally
handsome lad, but totally straight in his sexual orientation, often
regaling me with somewhat detailed accounts of his numerous conquests of
the fair maidens he had set his sights on. Aside from that, he was like my
own son to me, and that alone precluded any sexual interest I might have
otherwise felt for him. But Robert, well, I wasn't totally sure of Robert's
interests in matters of the flesh. Rodney was heartless in his cajoling of
the boy, teasingly ribbing him about his virginity, and shyness with the
ladies. Robert accepted this quietly, often blushing a very cute shade of
pink, as Rodney detailed his latest belt-notch experience with some willing
young thing. Also, there were the not infrequent "looks" that I caught him
giving Rodney when he was sure Rodney wasn't paying attention, that "look"
that all we gay guys seem to portray when we feel lust in our
hearts. Robert, despite the vast age difference, very definitely interested
me in ways he should not have, but I have always been a sucker for
"twinks," and Robert, was definitely a "twink."

The friendship had spawned from their playing baseball together, a sport in
which Robert excelled, his seemingly natural skills always allowing him to
play at the level of older boys, and to earn their acceptance, in spite of
being nearly two years younger than most of his team mates. Rodney seemed
to look on Robert as kind of younger brother, and with the exception of the
time Rodney spent on attempts to dip his wick, the two were nearly
inseparable. My profession as a stock broker, along with the blessing of my
rather high-end client list, provided a more than generous income for my
single man lifestyle, and the associated trappings. My home was
comfortable, though not lavish, and my back yard would measure up to many a
high cost Spa, or country club setting. The boys loved my pool, and
hot-tub, as well as the sport court setup, complete with basketball
half-court, and volley ball. During the summers between school sessions
they all but lived at my place, sprawling themselves in front of the sixty
inch television, or surround sound stereo equipment when they tired of sun,
and water. They had both been around some on the rare occasion that I had a
"friend" staying over a few days, and were cool with my being gay. Rodney
had always known, and Robert just kind of shrugged it off when Rodney had
explained to him why there seemed to be an absence of women in my life.

They pretty much had the run of the place, Rodney in possession of his own
key, and it had worked out well, the boys being generally in compliance
with the few ground rules I had imposed. I was lenient in regard to them
enjoying a beer now and then, or even cocktails, so long as it stayed under
control, and Rodney was not driving. They had pretty much adhered to the
ground rules, with only a couple of occasions where they got slightly
plastered, and the timely delivery of a giant pizza soon quelled the
situation. It was on one such occasion that events first took an
interesting turn in our relationship.

I had just completed an appointment with a client in his office, and
decided that since it was after two o'clock, there was little point in
returning to my own office, so I headed home. Arriving, I was not surprised
to see Rodney's car in the drive, and pulled my own into the garage, and
parked. I entered the backyard through a side gate, and saw Rodney churning
out laps in the pool, and Robert seated on the pools edge, his legs and
feet dangling in the water. I walked over to Robert, and noted the beer in
his hand, and said hello. He turned his head, and looked up at me, his
doe-like eyes blinking rapidly. He focused, and a goofy grin crossed his
pretty face, as he said, "Hey Jake, `wusup, Dude?" I grinned back at the
obviously slightly high boy, and slapped a hi-five at his proffered hand,
and replied, "Hey back, Robert, not much, just snuck off work early." He
giggled, and took a pull on his beer, and mumbled, "sweet!"

Rodney had noticed my presence, and stroked his way to the side of the
pool. He hoisted his lithe body over the pool edge, and shook his longish
black hair, sending a spray of water cascading over Robert. `Hey, Dork!"
Yelped Robert, and Rodney laughed, saying, "Might help you sober up,
dipshit!" he said, and Robert flipped him the finger, drained the last of
his beer, and stood, swaying off toward the house. I looked at Rodney, and
cocked an eyebrow. He smiled, and nodded, as he toweled his muscular body,
saying, "Yea, Robby boy has sorta been at the suds a little, sorry Jake." I
glanced over to the house, and saw Robert emerging, a fresh brew in hand,
and answered, "Well, it happens, I guess, we'll just make this his last,
and order in some food, straighten him out before he goes home." Rodney
nodded, then said, "Actually, it's cool that you're early, cause I got a
date pretty soon, and I was wondering about taking him home like this." It
was obvious without asking that Rodney had refrained from the beer, so that
only left Roberts condition to deal with. "Probably not a good plan," I
said, "but I can deal with it, feed him, and dry him out, then I'll drive
him home." Rodney smiled, and swung me a hi-five, saying, "Cool, you're the
best, Jake, really!" I chuckled, and replied, "Yea, right, well I was young
once too, and not so long ago that I forget how it is."

Robert sauntered up to us, and draped one arm across my shoulders, leaning
into me in such a way that his firm boy meat pressed against my thigh. My
own cock reacted instantly to the pressure, and twitched inside my
slacks. "Ok studly, you can go get it wet now, my buddy Jake is here to
take care of me." he told Rodney, and Rodney laughed, saying, "Somebody has
to, for sure." I either imagined it via wishful thinking, or Robert
actually pressed his turgid package more firmly against me, as he leaned
slightly toward Rodney, and said, "Fuck-off Ace, Robert is in far better
hands, now." Rodney shook his head, and chuckled, muttering, "Happy
hangover, Dufus." Robert giggled sweetly, and, I swear, pressed against my
thigh, again. Rodney headed inside to get changed, and I steered Robert to
a patio table, and into a chair, eyeing his bulging crotch in the
process. Yup, I thought, that's exactly what I thought it was poking my
leg, the boy is well on his way to being hard inside those
trunks. Interesting.

Robert was giddy, and talkative, blabbering on about their day, and the
swimming, and the fact that Rodney was at it again, all primed and ready
for action, his latest deflowering attempt about to commence. I chuckled
with his banter, and stole frequent glances at his bulging crotch. Rodney
emerged, dressed smartly in linen shorts, a polo shirt, and sparkling white
tennis shoes. Robert peered up at his buddy, and giggled sweetly,
muttering, "Hail the conqueror, all pumped up for the kill!" Rodney
chuckled, and replied, Eat your heart out, Dweeb, it will be a soft,
feminine, hand stroking my meat later tonight, unlike you, who will once
again need to do it for himself!" Robert giggled again, but made no reply,
as I zoomed my gaze in on his erection, and thought, maybe, maybe not.

Rodney thanked me for getting Robert straight, how I hate that word, and
departed. I walked him to the gate, and closed it behind him, then returned
to the patio, sitting down opposite the still grinning Robert. He peered at
me, the silly grin plastered on his face, and muttered, "Why don't you get
a drink, Jake, and I'll have another beer, too." I smiled at him, and
answered, "I think maybe I am kind of behind, here, but I think maybe you
have had plenty already." He giggled sweetly, and said, "Aw, come on Jake,
one more, and I'll quit, honest." I chuckled, and asked, "What time do you
need to be home?" he shrugged, and said, "Whenever, nobody's there anyway,
till tomorrow." I let my eyes drop down to his lap, feeling a zing in my
balls at seeing his boy cock clearly erect, and outlined, in the stretched
cloth of his trunks. He caught me looking, and looked down himself, his
cheeks suddenly flowing with a pink tint. He looked up at me, and giggled
sweetly, mumbling, "Oops!" I stood, and ruffled his soft hair, and said,
"Don't sweat it, Hotshot, it happens to all of us." He giggled some more,
and nodded his head.

I went inside, mixed myself a drink, and grabbed another beer from the
fridge, somewhat emboldened by his comment about not needing to be home, or
face his parents. I considered the situation, and my own intentions, and
decided that I was not going to take advantage of his partial inebriation,
but his giddy mood just might offer some interesting moments. Besides, I
reasoned with myself, he's already high, and one more beer isn't going to
add much to it. I walked into my bedroom, changed into some swim trunks,
thinking that some laps later would help Robert shake off the
alcohol. Returning outside, I handed him his beer, and sat back down, again
eyeing his crotch, pleased to note his still quite erect state. He fixed me
with the lopsided smile, and said, "You're awesome, Jake, really." I raised
my glass in toast, and took a long pull, thinking, what's awesome here is
standing proudly between your legs, bud!

Robert tipped back the beer, and drained probably half of it, and set it
clumsily onto the table, then stood up. His snug fitting swim trunks were
severely tented out, and the apparently rock hard boy meat was mere inches
from my salivating mouth. I stared, just couldn't help it, and he noticed,
again looking down at his protruding member, and giggled sweetly. "Jeez,
looks like I shoulda gone with Rod, maybe get this thing fixed, like him."
I chuckled, and replied, "Maybe so, if that's what floats your boat." He
smiled wickedly, and muttered, "I'll float Mister Happy here, and maybe it
will go back to sleep." With that he turned, and jumped feet first into the
pool.

I got up, and adjusted my own hard on inside my trunks. I watched a minute,
to be sure the boy wasn't going to drown, then went inside, and fixed
another drink. As I headed back out, I decided, fuck it, and fished another
beer out of the fridge, too. I sat back at the table, and worked on my
drink, while Robert splashed noisily around in the pool. After a bit, he
climbed the steps at the shallow end, and got out, working his way back to
my position. He stopped, right in front of me, and slightly flexed his
narrow hips forward, effectively sticking his boner in my face. He giggled,
looking down at it, and swaying slightly on his feet said, "Didn't work." I
stared at his tented trunks a second, then, looked up into his smiling
eyes. He just stood there, gently rocking on his heels, blushing furiously,
and giving me that silly grin. Maybe it was the booze, maybe not, whatever,
I just sucked in a deep breath, and extended my hand, then gripped his
extremely hard cock in my fist. He jerked slightly, surprised, I think, and
I squeezed it a little, then released it, lowering my hand slightly, to cup
his grape sized balls briefly. He lurched again, and grunted, and I let it
all go, leaning back in my chair. I looked at him, and waited for a
reaction. He still wore the goofy smile, and his dark eyes met mine, and
focused, as he mumbled softly, "Oh jeez, wow!"

He flopped into the chair opposite me, and stretched his trim legs out in
front of him. His erection just lay there, gently pulsing inside his
clingy, wet, swim suit. He might as well of been naked, the definition of
his tool was so clear in the wet material, and I actually drooled slightly,
still savoring the sensation of his hard tool in my hand. He watched me,
watch him, and giggled some more, then mumbled, "Hey, Jake, I'm really
hungry, Dude." I exhaled, and chuckled, nodding my head, and picking up my
cell phone. "Pizza sound ok, or...?" He grinned, and nodded, so I hit the
speed dial that would connect the oft used pizza delivery place not far
away. I ordered, and hung up, then asked Robert if he wanted to shower
before eating. He nodded, and got to his feet, muttering something about a
cold shower would help more than one thing, and tottered off inside the
house. I got rid of the remaining beer, and refilled my drink, waiting for
the pizza guy to arrive.

He showed up, and Robert returned, dressed in a pair of cargo shorts, and,
I deduced, boxers, in that about three inches of a paisley material was
visible above the waist of the shorts. He was bare chested, and I relished
the smooth, hairless skin of his torso. He was still running a towel
through his damp, shiny, hair, and I seized the moment to let my gaze
linger on his nickel sized nipples, the redish-brown color of them, and the
erected centers. Robert, apparently, was having a serious day of erectus
tissue incidents. Lovely. His meat appeared tumescent, not hard, like
before, but certainly not flaccid, either. I again drooled slightly, and
turned to serve up the pizza, hiding my own burgeoning tool in the
process. We ate, Robert wolfing the delicious pizza like a condemned man
eating his last, then retired to the living room, and the big screen
TV. Robert sat on the curved sectional, while I plopped into my favorite
recliner. He dialed up a ball game, and we sat watching quietly for a
while.

After a bit, Robert stood, and went into the kitchen, returning with a
Pepsi in his hand. He set it on the table, and fidgeted around some, then
stepped over in front of my chair, directly in front of me, and close. I
met his eyes, and cocked an eyebrow in question. His creamy cheeks flooded
pink, and he diverted his eyes, trembling slightly. "What...?" I ventured
quietly, and he sucked in a deep breath, his satin smooth chest rising,
then, exhaled it. "Robert...?" I tried again, and his blush elevated from
pink, to red. Another deep pull of air, and out, again, then,
"Jake...um...do it...again...please..?" He squeaked. I froze for a
heartbeat, then, slowly, slowly, extended my hand, and encompassed his
turgid boy cock in my fingers, gently squeezing it, and stroking its
perfect length. He shuddered, head to toe, and a small moan escaped his
clenched mouth, followed by a squeaky "Oh jeez!" I felt chills run the
length of my spine, as his pride and joy swelled in my hand, going
instantly hard to the max, and throbbing gently in sync with his rapid
heart rate. Still gently stroking his granite hard cock, I rolled my eyes
upward, and said, "Robert...Ok, Buddy?" He kept his eyes tightly closed,
and his smooth forehead was tightly wrinkled, and nodded his head rapidly,
finally hissing between tightly clenched teeth, "Yes...oh jeez...yes!"

My own heart was hammering my chest, and making a loud roar in my ears, as
I continued gently fingering the length of his very hard cock. My cock was
equally stiff, and trapped uncomfortably in my bent lap, but I resisted the
urge to move at all, for fear of breaking whatever spell had created this
very intense moment. Robert was emitting a series of soft groans as I
touched him, and his slim hips began a gentle thrusting against my hand as
I fondled him. Every fiber of my being wanted to stand, and throw this
beautiful boy over my shoulder, and hustle him off to my bed, to ravage his
youthful body from end to end, but I stayed rock still, much like one would
approach a skittish animal, for fear of it bolting suddenly. His hip
thrusts increased a notch, and his low moaning remained constant, making it
clear that while he might not quite understand why, he was definitely
enjoying the sensations I was creating in his trembling young body. Wanting
to maximize his pleasure of the moment, yet not spook him, I slowly moved
my free hand to the fly of his shorts, and fingered the snap open, then
worked the zip down. The loose fitting garment slithered down his thighs,
and puddled at his ankles, while I seized the elastic of his boxers in my
fingers, and tugged them out over his erection, and pushed them down his
thighs.

Oh God, it was beautiful, perfect in every way! His proud boyhood jutted
forth at an angle from his sparse pubic patch, probably a good five inches
in length, and slim, maybe an inch in diameter. The shaft was glass smooth,
and devoid of any hint of hair, flaring, as it evolved into a nicely
helmeted, cut head, just slightly wider than the shaft. The spongy head
glistened in the soft light of the room, wet with his leaking passion, and
excitement. His balls were equally as perfect as his tool, snugly contained
in a smooth, hairless sac, the center seam prominent, and dissecting the
pouch dead center. It was my turn to groan, and I did, my mouth flooding
with saliva, the desire to lean forward, and suck this sweet boy meat
almost overwhelming. Too much, and way to soon, I decided, for that
maneuver, and from all indications this was going to be over in seconds,
anyway. Bringing both hands slowly to his core, I again wrapped my hand
around his pulsing shaft, my other hand gently cupping his full balls,
fingering them gently, as I stroked his satin smooth cock from base to
tip. He resumed flexing his slim butt, adding friction to our point of
contact, and I watched in wonder, as a tiny pearl of his precum oozed forth
from the small slit in his deep red cock head. A few more rhythmatic
strokes of his pulsing meat, and he tensed, and muttered, "Oh,
jeez....jeez..!"  and I felt his snug balls spasm in my palm, as he thrust
strongly forward, his beautiful cock erupting, spewing his creamy semen
forth in strong pulses, arching into the air, and splattering thickly onto
my legs, and my crotch.

His load presented in about four strings of the acrid scented fluid,
followed quickly by several small spasms of his jerking cock, sending small
dribbles of the wondrous goo over the back of my still stroking hand. He
shuddered strongly, from head to toe, and just sort of wilted, dropping
into a warm puddle at my feet. His pretty face was flushed, and lightly
sweating, and he slowly opened his doe-like eyes, gazing up at me. His long
eyelashes fluttered prettily, and a sheepish smile turned up the corners of
his lush mouth, and he squeaked softly, "Oh man....oh jeez...OH!" I winked
at him, and let my fingers ruffle his silky soft hair, and said quietly,
"Uh huh, OH, is right!" He giggled, and leaned forward, his head resting
against my leg, and he reached up to grip my slimy hand, squeezed it, and
mumbled, "Oh Jake, oh man, uh, just, oh MAN!" I stayed silent, and gently
used my free hand to lightly stroke the soft, smooth, skin of his back.

After a while, Robert stirred, and made it to his feet. I drank in his
naked beauty, as he fumbled with restoring the boxers, and retrieved his
cargos, then, headed into the bathroom. I sagged back into my chair, and
gave my own aching cock a firm squeeze, then sighed heavily, amazed,
totally, at what had just happened. Finally regaining some degree of my
normal thinking, I retreated to my own bathroom, and reluctantly cleaned
his copious fluids from my skin, and my clothing. Not, however, without the
tiniest of taste-tests of the silky essence. Hmm, I decided, this most
definitely deserves another sample, larger, and hopefully, direct from the
source!

We met back in the living room, Robert a tad sheepish in demeanor. No
direct reference to the recent event was mentioned, and a short time later,
Robert asked me to drive him home. I offered the use of a guest room for
the night, but he deferred, so we secured the house, and I drove him
home. As I came to a stop I front of Roberts house, he turned in his seat
to face me. He smiled sheepishly, and stammered a little, finally saying,
"That is, like, the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me, and, I
uh, well, I mean, oh shit, just amazing, that's all!" I chuckled, and again
ruffled his hair, nodded, and said softly, "Goodnight, Robert, and, come
again soon, ok, real soon!" He giggled, nodded, and slid out of the car,
jogging up the sidewalk, as I longingly watched his cute bubble butt until
he disappeared through the door.

Driving home, I reflected on the course of events of this afternoon, and
evening, and felt the familiar dull ache of longing deep in my balls. Today
had been quite an adventure, and a true wonder in my life, and I wondered
if there would be additional chapters. Ok, so I didn't really wonder, as
much as I hoped!

(To Be Continued)
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