Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2010 14:46:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Showing Brett (4)

Showing Brett
By
Storyguy22
(4)

   Having spent a somewhat restless night, I found myself up and brewing
coffee earlier than usual the next morning. My thoughts of Brett and our
incredible time together the previous day wouldn't let me sleep soundly at
all, and I had finally given up on trying on just got up. It wasn't even
7:00 a.m. yet, and given the predilection young teens had for sleeping
late, I brooded that the odds were good I wouldn't see my little hottie-boy
for some time. I fixed myself a bowl of cereal and some toast, then killed
a couple of hours with a pot of coffee and the newspaper though not
actually absorbing much of the news as my thoughts kept returning to Brett,
and that scrumptious boy nail of his.

   About 9:00 or so, I decided to go out and shove the lawn mower around
the front lawn, and I was surprised when, as I pushed the mower out of the
garage to hear a sharp whistle from next door. I turned to look, and when a
second whistle shrilled out I identified the source as being from the
second floor window, and when I looked there, I saw Brett standing at the
window grinning down at me. I smiled, my cock already stirring as I
realized that all he had on was a pair of small briefs, gray in color that
clung nicely to the lovely bulges of his treasures. I wiggled my eyebrows,
and did a very exaggerated licking of my lips in a kind of lame attempt to
let him know how sexy I thought he looked, and he giggled as he preened a
few poses for me which ended with him briefly flashing me a quick shot of
his naked boy-stuff as he tugged the front of the briefs below his cute
little balls. It was all it took to inflate my own cock to full hardness,
and I was oh-so-tempted to flash him right back, but demurred to the chance
of some alert neighbor seeing me, possibly even Brett's Grandma which would
not have been at all a good thing. As he shifted his hot little briefs back
into place, he called out,

   "If you wait until I get dressed, I can mow for you...kind of like
payback for all the swimming...and stuff."

   I chuckled, enjoying every second of his near nakedness, and I replied,

   "Best offer of the day, so far, but don't over dress because it's
already pretty warm out."

   Not very subtle of me, I realize, but it apparently sent the desired
message to Brett, because he giggled again, and answered,

   "Okay sure, and if it gets too hot, I can always just take stuff off."

   I chuckled, shaking my head as he disappeared from the window, and
instead of getting on with my intended mowing, I walked down the driveway
to pick up my mail. On my way back I encountered Brett's Grandma, and we
chatted briefly during which she worried that Brett was taking up too much
of my time however she was ever so grateful for my help in keeping the boy
entertained. I demurred telling her that I very much was enjoying his
company and that she shouldn't be concerned about his hanging out at my
pool but just go on with her day. I told her that he had been kind enough
to offer to mow for me which showed a lot of maturity for his age, and
after completing the chore, he would have earned an afternoon of pool
time. She seemed pleased by that arrangement, and went back inside;
probably to pass another day with the game shows on television she was
pretty much addicted to.

   A few minutes later Brett showed up, wiggling his way between the shrubs
that grew between our two driveways, and when I got a good look at him, I
felt the familiar stirring deep in my balls. Recalling his teasing remark
about taking things off as the heat intensified, I had to grin given that
all he was going to have to remove was a very skimpy pair of cotton shorts,
his sandals, and possibly the sexy little briefs I had seen him in earlier
at the window. My God but he was beautiful, I thought, so slender and so
smooth. His flawless bare torso was a honey-baked tan tone, without even a
whisper of peach fuzz and two delectable little nipples that just cried out
to be touched and licked. The waist band on his shorts was elastic, and
clung to his narrow waist and flat tummy about an inch below his cute
little button, and the soft material molded perfectly to the tempting boy
parts I was visualizing in my mind as he approached. His legs, too, were
just perfect, colt-like and hairless as they descended from the hem of the
shorts that ended high on his thighs, which perfectly fit my idea of proper
shorts for young boys to wear as opposed to the those gawd-awful baggy knee
length ones so vogue today. He both surprised and pleased me no end when he
walked right up and hugged me, his firm tube of boyhood pressing into my
thigh as he held me tight a few seconds. As he moved away, he flashed me
one of his mega-watt smiles, and asked,

   "So, do you think I'll stay cool enough wearing this?"

   I grinned, and made a point of giving him a lewd once over, and then
answered,

   "I surely hope not...I'd much rather you got overheated, and took them
off, actually."

   He giggled, wiggling his cute little butt as he slyly replied,

   "Hmmm...well, it could happen that way...I'm pretty warm already, and I
still have mowing to do."

   I nodded, and gave a wave at the mower, and told him to have at it, and
to work really fast so he would get hot right away. He giggled some more,
and said,
   "Actually, I was pretty much hot all night...it took forever to be
morning...'cause yesterday was so...amazing...and I really wanted it to be
today really fast." A soft flush crawled into his cheeks as he said it.

   I slid my arm around him, and pulled him close for a minute and I told
him quietly,

   "I know, Babe..It was like that for me too, and I've been up thinking
about...yesterday...you...since before 7:00 o'clock."

   "Cool..." was his only response as he walked to the mower and pushed it
over to the lawn. He got it fired up and began making passes on the grass
while I sat on the front porch steps and enjoyed viewing his lithe and
nearly naked young body as he worked.

   The lawn task complete and the mower stowed back in the garage, Brett
and I headed inside for a cold drink, and then moved out back by the
pool. He dipped his toes in the water, and then glanced at the side gate
briefly, and then walked over to me and asked,

   "I want us to swim all naked again, Rob, okay...?...and is that gate
still locked?"

   I chuckled, pleased that he showed not a single sign of any kind of
unease with our previous day's activities, and was in fact showing an
eagerness to get some similar action going today, and I nodded, and
replied,

   "It is absolutely locked, Babe, yes...and yes again, we can definitely
skinny dip again...and anything else you might like us to do...as drop-dead
sexy as you are in those hot little shorts, I much prefer you naked."

   He giggled, and acted kind of shy-coy as he mimed at wiping his brow and
told me,

   "Whew, it got really hot out...maybe I better take these shorts off
now."

   I chuckled and nodded as I said,

   "Please do...even though I somehow think that you doing it is going to
make things a lot hotter...I know it will definitely make me a lot hotter!"

   With more sexy grinding of his cute little ass he began to slowly and
teasingly ease the band of his shorts lower, taking his time as he teased
me with a tantalizing inch by inch exposure of his smooth flat pelvis until
his meager thatch of pubes was visible. I was mesmerized, my cock again
growing stiff in my own shorts as he continued his little strip. Just
before his treasure was set to spring free, he spun around and yanked the
shorts down, exposing his pretty bum to me as he wiggled it all around. I
reached out my hand, and cupped one firm little globe, letting my index
finger graze into his warm cleft, and then he spun away, turning again, as
he pushed the shorts down his thighs, freeing his rampant little nail, and
his plump pouch to my hungry gaze. Stepping out of the puddle of shorts, he
straightened up, and lifted his arms over his head, posing for me in all
his glorious nakedness, and I was all but drooling as I swept my eyes over
his perfection. His boyhood was in its hard-as-diamonds state, jutting
proudly off his creamy white groin, and his scrotum hung between his thighs
bulging with the weight of his tender young balls, and I actually think I
stopped breathing for a moment as his abject beauty washed over my
senses. He was truly perfect in every sense, period.

   He turned then, and plunged headlong into the sparkling pool, and I
quickly stripped off my own shorts and jumped in after him. We splashed and
horse played around the cool water, our slick naked bodies making lots of
contact, and at one point I scooped him into my arms and rolled him onto
his back, my palms under him to keep him afloat as if I were going to teach
him the backstroke. His rigid five inches stood up like a periscope, and
bending down I licked its length several times before taking it into my
mouth to suck like a popsicle. He groaned, his hips trying to thrust his
boner deeper inside my mouth, and pulled back so I could lick and suck his
tender balls a bit before I went back to sucking his cock. In spite of the
buoyancy of the water his weight was wearing out my arms, so I moved us to
the side of the pool where I hoisted him up and sat his little butt on the
coping, his legs dangling in the water. Pushing his legs apart, I moved
between them and resumed sucking him off, eager now for his first of the
day offering of sweet boy-honey. I bobbed my head over him, savoring the
hardness of his shaft moving in my mouth and my fingers toyed with his
balls in their hairless pink pouch, and in another few minutes he was
huffing and cooing above me as I coaxed his nectar from his balls. I felt
his hands at my moving head, and his young nail pulsed in my mouth as he
let out a deep groan, and spurted. Rapid jets of his creamy young cum shot
across my tongue, and in seconds I had a mouthful of his tasty warm cream
which I happily swallowed as his ejaculation ebbed into small spasms and
dribbles. When he was drained, I eased his wilting boyhood from my mouth,
and licked and nibbled the sensitive knob for a while as Brett returned to
mother earth. Letting go of his now soft and small treasure, I grinned up
at him, my tongue swiping at my lips in hopes of finding some errant sliver
of his tasty young semen. He watched me, a satisfied smile on his sweet
face, and when I climbed up to sit beside him, his slender fingers wrapped
around my own turgid erection. I shuddered at his tender touch, and when he
began steadily pumping me I leaned back on my hands and watched the wonder
of his young hand pumping my cock until I too delivered a massive load of
thick cream that splattered everywhere, and dribbled over Brett's delicate
fingers.

   We slipped back into the water then, and paddled around a bit to wash
away the remnants of our juices, and then got out to go and soak up a bit
of sun. In short order it was just flat too hot for that, so we moved
inside the air conditioned house. We ate some snacks and had another soda,
then as though by some unspoken agreement we went hand in hand to my
bedroom where we stretched out side by side on my bed where we again
commenced some kissing and a whole lot of touching, quickly bringing both
of us to a renewed state of hardness, and readiness.

   I used my tongue to explore every inch of his silky young body, and I
dallied a long time on his perky little nipples, lapping and nibbling at
the rigid nubs which he genuinely seemed to enjoy while my free hand
stroked his rock hard nail and tugged at his balls. I moved down and sucked
him some more, alternating between his cock and his balls, and I ran my
tongue along his inner thighs, and then tugged his balls out of the way so
I could lick along his perineum, going all the way to his snug little hole
as I pushed his knees up toward his neck. I lapped over the ridges of
muscle that guarded his entrance, then rolled my tongue and pushed it at
his wrinkled oval until it actually penetrated him. He was thrashing around
like a beached fish as I tongued his sweet little pucker, and then he went
rock still a I slowly added my middle finger, easing it into his tightness
alongside my probing tongue.

   "Oh God, Rob...oh...my...God...that is so...amazing...holy shit!" he
grunted as I eased my finger in and out.

   Pulling my face back, I asked him,

   "You like that, Baby...?...is my finger in you good?"

   "OH God...yes...yes...it's freaking awesome...!" he hissed.

   Okay...hold on a second...it's going to get even better...!" I told him,
easing my finger from his amazing grip as I reached o the nightstand for my
lube. I got it open, and quickly squeezed a generous dollop onto his
upturned pucker, and then coated my fingers with more. That handled, I
again eased my finger inside him, and he let out more of the groans of
pleasure as I slid it in and out, now with much less resistance. I fished
around and located is hotspot, and as I worked my fingertip over it, he
thrashed and humped back at me, a series of low groans coming from his
gaping mouth. As his little opening began to relax some, I added another
squeeze of lube, and then speared him with two fingers at once, and I
adopted a steady and easy rhythm of finger-fucking his gripping chute while
his hips bucked and rolled.

   "Oh shit...oh fuck yes...oh God...!" He chanted, his cadence punctuated
with grunts as I probed his firm little walnut of pleasure.

   I desperately wanted to just scoot up and plunge my throbbing cock into
him, to fuck his sweet little ass well and proper, but I didn't want to
freak him out be attempting such a radical step when we had never even
discussed it as a possibility. Instead, I maneuvered to where I could
continue my digital onslaught of his young ass while at the same time I
could get his rampant boy nail into my mouth and suck his to what I was
certain was going to be a monumental blow. And sure enough, in a few more
minutes of my combination attack he blew in a major way. His cock seemed to
actually thicken in my mouth, and then he suddenly just erupted, about a
cup full of his sweet creamy boy-cum spewing into my mouth as I gulped it
down hungrily until he was complete spent and collapsed back like a rag
doll. I slipped my fingers out of him, and released his wilted cock from my
mouth, and I let his legs down as I stretched out beside him and pulled him
close, holding him as his ragged breathing began to settle into normal. I
pushed his hair off his sweating forehead, and when he opened his eyes I
just gave him a bog grin. His long lashes fluttered a few times, and he
muttered,

   "Holy socks, Rob...I'm not sure what all of that was about...but...well,
that felt just plain amazing...really, really, amazing!"

(To Be Continued)
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