Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2005 14:22:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Roberts Discovery (7) (final)

That summer passed all too quickly, and Robert and I managed several
trysts, some necessarily brief, others gloriously slow paced, and intense.
Well, that might not be an entirely accurate assessment. Even the somewhat
rushed, even quickie-like, encounters with Robert must be described as
intense. The added luxury of additional time, and surroundings far superior
to my car, were the only real differences in the two experiences. In any
event, being with him that way allowed me to relive my own youth, and my
own early discoveries, and I frankly relished every second, reliving my
youth through the emergence of his adulthood.

If you have never experienced the rapidly emerging sexuality of a young
boy, or watched in wonder, as he at last releases the inbred stigmas that
have held his burning curiosities, and deep desires, in check for all of
his life, then you have missed a thing of amazing intensity, and beauty.
During those quiet moments of relaxed afterglow, fresh from having shared
the most intimate moments of the human experience, Robert would become
steadily more open with his comments, and with the telling of his inner
truths. He quietly told me of his budding interest in other boy's bodies,
in the early parts of his youth, as his sexual interests began to emerge,
and he became aware that his budding body was a virtual gold mine of
pleasurable sensations. He described his inner thoughts, as he experimented
with self pleasure, lying in his bed at night, his pajama's discarded, as
he explored his smooth body, discovering the many delights that lurked
there, in the most surprising of places, silently crying out for discovery,
and stimulation.

He described with delight the rapid response of his little penis to this
self-exploring, and spoke of his amazement at discovering how much larger
the tiny organ became, and how stiff, as he let his small fingers graze
slowly over all of the various parts of his soft body. As his hands roamed,
and lightly caressed his tiny nipples, he said, it seemed as if a direct
electrical connection took place between the small, sensitive nubbins, and
his little balls, each light fingering, or gentle squeezing of the puffy
flesh sending an immediate jolt to his tight ball sac. And, he elaborated,
the marble sized balls themselves were a sensual delight, he soon
discovered, instantly reactive to his probing finger's, or a total cupping
of the snug, wrinkled sac in his palm.

The seemingly simple, light movement of his fingers along his tender, and
satin smooth inner thighs sent his slim body into shudders, causing his
breath to catch in his throat. And to finally, after long moments of
exploring these wonders, and searching for new discoveries, to firmly
encase his turgid little nail in his fist, and slid the creamy smooth skin
rapidly over the rock hard stalk beneath until the tingly feeling
overwhelmed his young body, causing him to shake, and cry out, relishing
the incredible joy of the rush, his young body quaking with the utter
intensity of his sudden dry orgasm.

It was during these ever more frequent endeavors, Robert confessed, that
his fruitful young mind began to wander, and conjure thoughts, and images,
of his friends, and eventually, even adult males of his acquaintance. He
had seen occasional brief glimpses of playmates equally small, and hairless
young penis's, and even the infrequent quick glimpse of an adult member in
public rest rooms, and the men's changing room of the local pool, and he
often found himself wondering if these boys, and even the men, enjoyed
touching their secret places as he did now. These thoughts rapidly
fermented, and gave birth to curiosity, as he lay in the darkness exploring
his tender young body, and he began to envision sharing his discoveries
with his young friends, wanting to teach them the infinite pleasures he had
come to know. His fertile young mind told him, with a certainty beyond its
years, and experience, that surely the resultant sweet feelings of self
exploration would be ten fold intensified, if the touching was provided by
others. That thought gave way to the burning curiosity of what it would be
like to actually touch another boy in this way, to let his small fingers
lightly roam over the puffy small nipples, and to stroke the soft skin of
the tummy of another. He pictured his small hands sliding over the soft
inner thighs of his friends, fingers finally making contact with the tight
scrotum, and gently fingering the small orbs within. His minds eye clearly
imaged the other boy's stiff little penis, jutting proudly from his
hairless groin, as Robert's small fingers closed firmly around it's small
girth, to gently slid the satin smooth skin over it's length, bringing
about the ultimate inevitability of his quaking orgasm. As these thoughts
raced through his inflamed mind, Robert told me, he could almost feel the
rapid spasms of the other boy's penis in his clutching fingers, and hear
the ragged breathing, as the boy experienced the most intense of all human
reaction at the hand of another.

Robert admitted a near obsession with thoughts, and desires, in this vane,
as he continued to grow, and mature. He encountered special boys as his
life path unfolded, and they rapidly became the ever increasing fodder of
his sexual fantasies. In concert with his developing intellectual maturity,
and his expanded horizon of things sexual that the male of our specie
enjoyed, and pursued, together, thanks in the main to his internet
explorations, Robert's lithe body also developed nicely. His orgasms had
grown in intensity, and were no longer of the small boy dry type, but
rather incredible in their intensity, his far more mature testes producing
copious volumes of semen, which ejaculated strongly from his spasming
penis, literally coating his quivering torso in long, thick, ropes of his
fluids as his orgasm reached its peak. These changes in maturity, both
emotional, and physical, only added fuel to the fires burning within
Robert, and his ever increasing desire to share these compelling events
with another male. A private war of sorts raged within him, as his wanton
desires screamed for release, while the erstwhile barriers of his
upbringing, and training, screamed in equal volume that it was wrong, and
must not be pursued.

The frustrations of his predicament continued to pour from Robert's inner
soul, as I cuddled him, my fingers lightly stroking his warm, smooth flesh,
as I listened silently, willing him to free himself once and for all from
the demons that haunted him. He went on then, telling me that these secret
thoughts, and desires, had lurked just beneath the surface since he was
about twelve years old, intensifying with each additional year. He had
suppressed them, allowing them freedom of expression only in his most
private of moments, resigning himself to a life of denial in exchange for
social acceptance. He intimated the difficulty he had experienced in not
showing any visible reaction when Rodney had first revealed my gayness to
him, and blushed sweetly, as he admitted feeling a strong physical, and
emotional, reaction to the announcement. He had secretly found me
attractive from our first introduction, he meekly elaborated, and longed to
demonstrate his mutual interests to me, but had decided that I would likely
be uncomfortable with the difference in our ages. Further, he added, he
genuinely enjoyed my company, and feared rejection, and a termination of
the friendship, should he reveal himself. Just another suppression of the
secret side of Robert, he decided, and after all, he was very much used to
that.

He went on, extolling his complete joy at the moment I had made my bold
advance that day out by the pool. He elaborated, saying how his heart had
leapt, and literally threatened to explode within his chest, as I gripped
his turgid young cock, at long last providing him with the realization of
his pent up desire, the experience of another's hands on his most intimate
parts. It had been, he expounded, even more intense that he had ever
imagined, and when later, I had taken him to the brink, and beyond, of his
most intense orgasm ever, he had felt the incredible weight of those many
years pour from his soul, freeing him to live the life of his dreams. I
slid my hand into his lap, and gently gripped his reposing cock, stroking
it slowly, as I kissed his creamy soft cheek. "Robert, oh baby, thank you!"
I whispered, and he went on, telling me that beyond that first event,
really nothing more than a hand job, that he felt brand new, able for the
first time to free the inner Robert, and explore in safety all of the
wonders that I had shown him since that day. And each new thing, each
repeated adventure, served to complete him, to provide him a
self-satisfaction never before experienced. Now, and forever, he told me,
he was himself, the Robert he had always longed to be, in search of life's
abundant pleasures, and hopefully, many more of Robert's discoveries.

The summer of joy between Robert and myself continued until school
reconvened, when his free time became more scarce. He did manage the
occasional drop-by at my place, and we seized those few opportunities to
full advantage. At the beginning of the following year, right after the
Holidays, my firm offered, and I accepted, an opportunity for promotion
that required my relocating to New York City in rapid fashion. My long time
friend, Rodney's dad, hosted a send off party in my honor, and Robert and I
managed events so that I would be taking him home from the party. The part
no one knew was that it was My home I took him to, for one final,
incredibly intense, night together. Robert wished me well, of course, in my
new endeavor, and intimated that he too, had begun new exploration, and
discovery, with a boy from school, which delighted me, no end. We
maintained email, and the occasional phone call as he moved through the
completion of his high school years, and moved on to college, and the rest
of his life. Now, as I linger over his annual Christmas card, I fondly
remember all of the elements of my time with Robert, and his many
discoveries.

The End
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