Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2010 11:12:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Showing Brett (3)

Showing Brett
By
Storyguy22
(3)

   The mess we had made of ourselves and each other indicated another
shower might be in order, but instead, at the enthusiastic behest of Brett
we wandered out back to skinny dip in the pool. It seems the act of
swimming naked was something he had always wanted to try and never had. As
he dove in, I took a moment to lock the side gate on the odd chance his
Grandma took it in her head to come over, not that she ever had, but the
idea of her suddenly appearing and finding me naked with her equally naked
teen Grandson was a touch unnerving. After securing the gate, I joined my
little mermaid in the pool.

   As much as I had looked forward to a repeat of our earlier shower fun, I
had to admit that the goofing around in the pool wasn't a bad thing at
all. We splashed each other, and wrestled around which afforded a lot of
nice naked body contact, and it was kind of a hoot when I gave in to his
pleas that we stand in the shallow end of the pool and do a little sword
fight with our erections. Eventually we tired, and moved to the spa where I
turned on the jets so that the hot water frothed and bubbled around us as
we sat side by side on the submerged bench. The foaming water made it
difficult to clearly see Brett's cute boner, but I had no trouble at all
finding it with my hand, and I began stroking his rigid stalk slowly as he
mimicked my action on my own erection. I marveled again at how diamond-hard
his cock was in spite of three recent ejaculations, and when I cupped his
balls they felt heavy, as ready to deliver their sweet essence as if they
hadn't been drained in days. Youth, I decided, is indeed a wonderful thing.

   As our passions grew hotter, I was suddenly overwhelmed with a need to
again feel his pretty boyhood sliding in and out of my mouth so I turned
and lifted his lithe body and sat his cute butt on the edge of the
spa. Moving between his shapely legs, I bent down and licked the knob of
his cock, and then took it in as he shuddered and grabbed at my head. My
hand went to work his balls as I sucked him, and in no time at all I could
taste his slippery fluids as they oozed from his small slit. I pushed my
hand behind his ball sack, and wormed my finger upward against that highly
sensitive spot between his nuts and his pucker, and he responded with a
little squeal and a parting of his legs which told me he liked how that
felt.

   Pausing briefly, I tugged him a bit closer to the edge, and then pressed
on his chest until he lay back, resting on his bent elbows behind him. The
position gave me full access to his treasures , and as I resumed sucking
his rampant boyhood I let my probing finger slid along the little skin seam
until I reached the crease of his ass. My head bobbing steadily on his
glistening cock, I eased my fingertip along his crease until I reached his
snug little pucker, and when I circled it with my fingertip I heard him
gasp loudly above me. Encouraged by his reaction, I pulled off his cock and
moved lower, taking his balls in my mouth as I continued to tease at his
wrinkled opening, and I finally added some gentle pressure until my finger
slid inside him to the first knuckle.

   He gasped again, and pulled his feet up until the soles rested flat on
the concrete, and that move opened his pretty butt to me fully. Releasing
his balls, I took a second to study his most secret spot, and like the rest
of him, it was totally perfect. A tiny pink oval of tight muscle, with nary
a hint of hair of even fuzz, and the sight of my finger penetrating him
there defies description. I glanced up at him, watching carefully for his
reaction as I dug my finger a bit deeper, and what I saw was an expression
of intense concentration on what he was feeling, and maybe a touch of
curiosity. Not having detected any sign of discomfort or fear, I boldly
added a bit more finger, and then kind of moved it around in his hole. His
anal muscles had a tight clamp on my probing finger, and when I saw his
brow furrow tightly, I eased it out of him. His eyes opened, and he blinked
a few times as he looked down at me. I smiled at him, and then took the
plunge, dropping my head down as I extended my tongue, and began licking
his pretty little wrinkle.

   "Oh My God...!" he barked.

   Christ he was sweet tasting, so fresh and clean with just a hint of
chlorine lingering from the pool water, and I worked my tongue back and
forth, sensing the tiny ridges of muscle that guarded his opening.

   "Jeez, Rob..." he hissed, "That's so nasty, Dude...for sure...but man,
it feels amazing!"

   I backed off long enough to tell him,

   "Tastes amazing too, Baby...really amazing!" and then I went right back
to work tonguing his hot little hole.

   I stayed at it until my jaw threatened to lock completely, and when I
reluctantly backed off I went right back to sucking that delicious boy
cock, and it wasn't long before he once more delivered a nice load of that
creamy boy- honey into my mouth.

   The release of his nectar for a fourth time in the space of just over a
couple of hours seemed to be his limit as he slid back into the bubbling
spa and kind of collapsed against me. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders
and held him while he slowly recovered from the intensity of the orgasm,
and we chatted quietly about the events of the afternoon. Brett was quite
forthcoming regarding his full enjoyment of everything we had done, and he
lamented the fact that we had wasted so much of his visit time with much
more benign activities. He also expressed regret at his own hesitancy to
enjoin his friend Jason in activities similar to those we had enjoyed
today. I was fairly certain now that upon his return home this boy Jason
was in for some serious treats. How I wished that I could somehow be a part
of that, even if only as a silent witness. Eventually it got to be time
that Brett headed back to Grandma's house, so we exited the spa and toweled
off, and then sadly Brett slipped back into his cutoffs, and left with the
promise of returning in the morning right after breakfast. It couldn't
happen quickly enough for me.

   Back inside my house, I settled into my recliner, and as I replayed the
incredible events of the day with Brett I unabashedly stroked my hard cock
to a shattering orgasm as I imagined actually sliding it slowly into his
sweet little ass. There was just under a week remaining of his visit, and I
was determined to not waste another minute of it.

(To Be Continued)
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