Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2009 20:20:34 -0800 (PST) From: bill vincent Subject: The Boy at the Lake, Part 9 Almost at the same time the Sheriff's knock at the door, Francis leaped out of bed and got dressed and was out the back door. Stopping only to write a note, which he left on the kitchen table. I got up put some clothes on and answered the door. It was Joe, Sean's uncle, the guy I had met at their house a few weeks back. He reintroduced himself. It was Joe "I am sorry to bother you ahh Kevin, but I have a problem that might concern you. Well actually two problems. It seems that the looser boyfriend of my sister in law escaped county and is out loose. He swore that he was going to" Get You! Seems he thinks you are the source of all his problems, being that you were at the diner when he went ballistic and walked out on everyone, then proceeded to get caught when he was running away down the mountain. I can't figure it but who knows how the mind of drugged out felon works?" "My other problem is that Sean is missing too. He was up here with his dad this weekend and both got into a shouting match, Sean walked out and has been missing for more then half the day." " HAVE you seen him?" I stood there stunned by both pieces of news. "Well? Have you? Joe Asked again this time more forcible. Signs of his Anger Management skills were loosing their grip on him. "Have I what? Was my response! "Seen the boy? Have you seen the boy?" he repeated now visibly gritting his teeth. "Ah,,,,,No! Which one the older or the younger one was Sean? Now playing dumb. "Sean is the little guy," said Joe. As if to add "You Dumb Fuck!" but he didn't. "Well let me know if he show's up his dad is pretty worried about him. He had Chris checking out all of their spots all day today." So Chris is up here too I thought! Hmmmm...! "Sure Joe, if I see him, you'll be the first one I call. By the way where was Bob last spotted?" Now it was Joe's turn to play dumb. "Got me? We got a call from County yesterday morning saying he was missing. They do a bed count at 12 midnight, he was there then, but not there at 6:00 AM. " Something squawked on his walkie-talkie and he bent down to listen. "10 four base Out!" Was all that I heard clearly. With that he turned and left the porch, bounded down the steps and was off racing in his car without even a goodbye! I faked a bye bye to Joe and closed the door. I returned to the bedroom, which reeked of hot sex. The smell was unmistakable. I opened the window and saw Francis a distance away from the house walking down the beach. He looked up and waved before he turned at the dock by the boat basin and disappeared into the crowd of people and boats. I remembered his note and went to the kitchen to find it. There it was on the kitchen table. "Kevin thank you! I like having sex with you and I want a second date!" I giggled inside knowing that this meant that the next time we were together, I would be sliding my hard cock up that smooth tight little Asian ass of his. I got hard just thinking about it. Well suddenly I was hit with a wave of hunger. I hadn't eaten all day today. I scratched my brain thinking of places to go then suddenly hit upon an idea. I would go to that great pancake place I had first met Sean and Chris. I jumped in the Jeep and was bouncing down the road when I my mind fell into a trace remember our first meeting. I got to the place not remembering how I really got there. So preoccupied thinking of first meeting Chris. My mind was still numb when I got into the place and was seated across from an empty table. I started to graze the menu when I was interrupted by the voice of a man saying. Don't worry Chris he'll show up. He always does." The voice came from a middle-aged man that had an unconvincing worried look on his face. The kid he was talking to was... Dam! It was Chris. Tall as can be, long lanky legs, clothed in a pair of jean cut off shorts, a little too cut off if you ask sneakers, baggy sweatshirt and me. He glanced over at me, beaming smile on his face and jerked up his head as if to say Hi. All this while his dad busied himself getting into the booth across the isle from me. Chris sat down opposite from him, facing me. He slowly opened his legs, exposing a throbbing six-inch boner, which immediately sprang out of right leg opening of his frayed jean shorts. "Good to see you too I silently smiled back!" He reached down under the table and stoked the thing as he talked to his father in whispers. As he did this, his dong began to grow even more, and then I thought it could. It turned beet red and throbbed in his hand to a pulse of it's own. Of course, I was mesmerized. I did not take my eyes off his throbbing dong, especially his bright pink dick head, which was now oozing out a steady stream of pre cum into the right hand palm of Chris's hand. The dad was preoccupied with the menu. Chris looked over at me and signaled to me to get up. "Dad I need to use the rest room, do you know where it is? He said to his father. The dad looked at his son briefly and grunted that it was over in the Bar area." I was already on my feet walking towards the rest room. I stood at the urinal my mouth bone dry and tried to extract my throbbing boner from my pants. All this time waiting what seamed like minutes for the door to open. What was I going to say to him? I thought. Bam! The door bursts open. In walks Chris you could see his super hard prong lifting the frayed seam of his cut offs. Looking carefully you could see the pink head of his peter peaking out. He walks up to the urinal a lot bolder then the last time we were there, gives me a big smile and takes his dong out with his left hand and offers me his right hand up to my mouth. One look at his hand and I see the pooled pre cum in the palm of his hand. I take it, lift if up to my nose, and smell his musky boy juice. I then lick if off the palm of his hand. He giggles as I do that. Then suddenly he grunts once and then groans. I look down into the urinal and his boner which is 45 degrees to his body is sperming away; one shot, two three, four, five, six heavy shots of thick white tapioca consistency sperm jet out of his hard cock and slams into the back wall of the urinal. I quickly reach in and fondle the head of his dick and get a surprise of three more shots of his milky cum shoot into the palm of my hand. I quickly raise my palm to my nose and inhale his cloroxy smelling boy sperm. "Opps!" Chris says as he turns to me and smiles. "I guess I missed you!" I am about to answer when ........ Bam! The door opens of the rest room; I raise the palm of my hand to my mouth and lick off the lumpy globs of his hot white sperm. Some how, Chris manages to stuff his still throbbing stiff Dong back in his jeans. Washes his hands and leaves the rest room. The new guy in his young 20's stands stiffly at the urinal hiding the fact that he too has a nice boner. I sneak another glance. He is playing with it now. Not Bad! But I shake mine off, stuff it back in and zip up, but not before giving the guy a smile and saying. "Nice tool! The guy backs away from the urinal to display and expose his piece. "Thanks!" He whispers. "Want to play?" With that I turn, look down at his highly polished black department issued shoes, wash my hands and leave. To Be Continued Hope you liked this installment. Thank you for your emails and encouragement.