Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2006 14:53:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Very Determined Boy

A Very Determined Boy
By
Storyguy22


   Brian stood quietly, still mostly hidden by the large growth of bushes
where he had stashed his bike. He watched the nearby building that housed
the parks public restrooms carefully, though he had seen no activity during
the ten or so minutes he had been here. His fifteen year old heart was
thumping so loudly in his chest that he actually thought he could hear it,
and his young cock twitched unmercifully in the gym shorts he wore. He was
torn, the lower part of his slender body desperately wanting to enter the
space, and find out, once and for all, if the stories he had repeatedly
heard about the place had any merit, while the upper part, specifically his
brain, told him to get out of here, this kind of thing was just not safe,
pure and simple.

   It was though he could actually hear his mothers voice, his mind
replaying the hundreds of warnings she had issued over the short span of
his lifetime, telling him of the dangerous men who liked to prey on young
boys, and harm them with the despicable acts that fueled their pedophile
desires. Her repeated cautions had obviously had a powerful effect on
Brian, and the fact that he was hearing her now, inside his head, was the
primary reason that he had not yet walked the short distance to the block
house building, and entered, in the hope of realizing first hand the
experiences that his buddies told of, in such electrifying detail that just
hearing of it, caused Brian's young cock to stiffen nearly painfully. The
legend had it that this place was inhabited by the very type of men that
his Mother had spoken of, men that would happily, and expertly, fondle a
young boys body, even, rumor had it, gladly take a throbbing teen penis
into their mouths, and suck, until the lustful explosion of teen semen
flooded their hungry throats. Brian shuddered slightly, all but unable to
even fathom how incredible such an act must feel to the recipient, and his
swollen cock lurched strongly inside his small shorts just from the thought
of it. He took a deep breath, and exhaled loudly, then, took a small step,
starting to exit his cover, when suddenly a man approached from his left.
Brian froze in place, glancing quickly down at his shorts, and seeing the
obvious tent that his erection had poked into the small garment, and he
started to retreat into the bush, when the man called out to him. He froze
again, trembling now, and waited, as the man walked up to his position.

   Brian looked up at the man, and felt his hands shaking slightly as they
hung at his sides. The man was older, probably in his forties, and was
mostly non-descript, as not much of his face was visible due to the dark
glasses, and baseball cap that he had pulled low over his face. He stopped
in front of the trembling boy, and smiled slightly, even rows of slightly
yellowed teeth flashing briefly into view. The man inquired as to Brian's
well being, and Brian merely nodded his head in response to the question.
The man reached his hand to his face, and slid the dark glasses slightly
lower on his hawkish nose, so that his dark eyes focused on the serious
tenting of Brian's small shorts for a minute. He smiled again, restoring
the glasses, and told Brian that while it was a good thing that all was
well with him, it appeared that the protrusion inside the shorts might well
be painful, and that it could doubtless find satisfying relief inside the
nearby rest room. Brian gulped, totally at a loss for any kind of reply,
and heard the man tell him to think about it, that he would be inside,
should he wish to relieve the obvious tension he was feeling. With that,
the man walked away, and entered the rest room, leaving a trembling Brian
once more alone at the edge of the large bush.

   Brian glanced around the park, and worried that someone had witnessed
his brief encounter with the man, and was relieved to note the absence of
any nearby people. The only occupants of the park seemed to be a woman
seated on a far off bench, watching her toddlers riding the merry-go-round
on the other side of the small park. He looked back at the block building,
and dropped his hand to his swollen crotch, his fingers gripping his turgid
boyhood, and giving it a few quick rubs. He shuddered, his knees going
slightly rubbery, as the familiar tingling sensation coursed through his
slender frame. So horny, he thought, always so horny, and frustrated, his
only form of relief for his near constant arousal being the rampant, and
frequent, masturbation that he indulged in. But that just wasn't cutting it
anymore, the completion of the act only serving to fuel his unflagging
ardor, leaving him even more horny than before he had indulged it. He
needed, and definitely wanted, more, much more, and the tales of raucous
sexual activities that allegedly took place with the nearby building had
seemed the answer, motivating his current presence. He was here now, and,
the man had all but come out and said that he would take care of what he so
desperately wanted, by the simple act of his entering the building. Brian
struggled mightily to push the sound, and tone, of his Mother's voice from
his head, to somehow shut off his mind entirely, and let his aching boyhood
do the thinking, just this once. He gave his throbbing cock a final
squeeze, took another quick look around, sucked in a huge gulp of air,
then, stepped out from the bush, and quickly crossed over to the building.

   He hesitated, his hand actually on the door pull, and sucked in more
air, feeling light headed, and slightly wobbly on his suddenly rubbery
legs. His head swiveled on his neck, as he again scanned the area,
searching for any sort of witness to the action he was determined to
take. Seeing no one, Brian swallowed, sensing the extreme dryness of his
mouth, and yanked open the door. The strong odor of stale urine, and faint
bleach suddenly permeated his senses, and he blinked at the near darkness
of the room, pausing, as his eyes struggled to adjust to the stark contrast
of dimness, and extremely bright sunlight. He took a few small steps
inside, his body clearing the door frame, then, released his white-knuckle
grip on the handle. He stood stark still, as the door swung closed with a
creaking noise, and slammed with a dull thud. He glanced around, blinking,
as his eyes became accustomed to the dimness, the only light sources coming
from the row of narrow windows up near the ceiling of the small room, and a
dim and dirty light fixture over the small sink in the far corner. The dank
smell of the place hit him again, and he gagged slightly, his tongue
licking over his very dry, parched lips.

   Brian looked around the space once again, and his eyes focused on the
three enclosures located along the wall to his right. As his eyes traveled
along the row of stalls, he jumped slightly, when he saw the man, standing
quietly, just inside the open door of the last stall in the row. He gulped
again, swallowing nothing but the dryness of his mouth, and he felt his
heart still hammering in his chest. Once again he realized that the upper,
thinking part of his body was near terrified, while the lower, overtly
horny part, was still hard as steel, and even, he realized, slightly damp
with his burgeoning desire. He stared through the dimness at the man, his
feet seemingly frozen to the floor, and he saw the man smile a crooked
little grin, then, lift his arm, and hook a finger, beckoning him to come
and join him. Brian's boyhood lurched strongly in his stretched shorts,
seemingly telling him to move, to simply walk the few steps to his destiny,
and finally fulfill his rampant masturbatory fantasies, but his slim legs
felt like rubber, his slightly boney knees all but actually knocking
together in his gut wrenching fear. He swallowed another dry gulp, and
shuddered, his slim body shaking like a small leaf in a high wind, and he
watched, as the man again beckoned to him, his very long finger wiggling
insistently. Brian stared at the man, and felt his rampant penis drool onto
his shorts again, and he longed for the courage to move forward, and go
into the stall with the man. The man spoke then, softly, and at the same
time urgently, as he encouraged Brian, telling him that he was safe, that
not one bit of harm would befall him, but rather, pure, unbelievable
pleasures lay in store for him, at the completion of those few, tiny steps
that separated the two. Brian remained in place, barely even breathing, for
another few seconds, as the man continued to beckon him, and make quiet
promises of the delights that surely would result from his finding the
courage to make that very short walk. Brian sucked in more air, then,
exhaled, so loudly that it actually startled both him, and the man,
momentarily. With one last mental push at his Mothers pleading voice, he
sucked in another breath, and moved, one tiny step forward, then, another,
followed by three more steps, rapid now, his mind finally made up, as he
quickly moved past the waiting man, and entered the dank little stall.

   The man stepped quickly in behind Brian, and closed, and latched the
stall door, then, turned to face the trembling Brian. His arm extended, and
his long, somewhat boney, fingers slid through the soft hair of Brian's
head, then, caressed his soft cheek gently, as he spoke, nearly a whisper,
telling Brian that he was a good boy, and that he had was brave, and had
made absolutely the right choice. Brian stood quietly, trembling slightly,
and listened to the rapid pounding of his heart. He was plenty scared, no
doubt, but, he also felt his resolve gathering strength as the man
continued to lightly, softly, slowly, touch his face, and move the long
fingers down the length of his neck. The man kept up a running, very quiet,
and slow commentary, continually telling Brian how cute he was, how nice he
smelled, and how incredible he was soon to feel, as his boney fingers
continued to move over his upper body, ending at the hem of Brian's tee
shirt. The man's fingers gripped the shirt tail, and slowly lifted the
garment, sliding it up over Brian's smooth chest, as he quietly asked Brian
to raise his arms, and he did. The man slid the shirt over Brian's head,
and arms, and Brian watched, as the garment puddled at his feet on the none
too clean floor. He shuddered again, though not from any chill, as the
small room was stifling warm, if anything. Brian sucked in an audible
breath, as the man ran his slightly scratchy palms slowly over his hairless
chest, and soft tummy. The boney fingers poked at his small, soft nipples,
and pinched the nubbins gently, causing Brian to moan softly, as his turgid
penis jerked from the strange contact. The contact with his nipples also
seemed somehow directly wired to Brian's young balls, and he felt a sharp
jolting sensation there each time the long fingers stimulated his nipples.

   Brian's breathing had become rapid and shallow now, as the man continued
to stroke his flawless young flesh, steadily moving the hands lower, until
Brian felt the thin fingers slip under the elastic band of his small
shorts. He jumped a bit, as the man slid his hand deeper inside the shorts,
and made contact with the granite hard penis that throbbed against his
smooth groin. The man gently rubbed the side of Brian's penis with a single
finger, making up and down movements, as he softly told the trembling boy
what a big boy he was, so brave, and so deserving of the pleasures he was
going to provide. Brian shuddered again, giving forth a deep groaning
noise, as the man suddenly dropped to a knee, and deftly pushed brains
shorts to the floor, leaving him wearing only the small white briefs he had
put on this morning. The man stayed on his knees, and admired Brian's
briefs, so severally extended in the front now as to barely contain the
treasure it contained. He continued to coo soft words to Brian, as his
fingers scaled the insides of Brian's baby smooth inner thighs, until they
contacted his plump scrotum, and cupped it, outside the very damp
briefs. Brian groaned loudly, exalting in the incredible sensations that
racked his slender body, his mind reeling with the intensity of his
feelings. The man fondled his balls a while, then, moved the fingers over
the length of his aching erection, and worked his thumb back and forth over
the extremely wet place at the fly of the briefs. He chuckled softly,
telling Brian how great it was that his sweet nectar was leaking, and that
he couldn't wait to taste it, that the creamy boy cum that he would soon
produce was like life blood to the man, and he knew Brian's would be
spectacular.

   Brian jumped again, startled at the sudden movement of the man that
resulted in his briefs joining the rest of his meager clothing on the
floor, leaving him naked, save for his white socks, and tennis shoes. The
man stared at Brian's pulsing penis, and his slightly hanging scrotum, and
groaned deeply, as his hands moved to capture the boy treasures that were
so proudly displayed before his hungry gaze. Brian thought he might
actually pass out, so intense was the myriad of sensation that coursed
through his young body, and he leaned back against the stall wall for
support, as the man continued to fondle his tender young body, touching him
ways, and places, that he had only dreamed of. It went on for along time,
Brian gasping, and groaning, as the man stroked his feverish flesh,
virtually lighting his lithe young body on fire anyplace the boney fingers
contacted. Brian panted, and pressed firmly against the wall, striving to
keep his feet under him, as his head swam with an overload of feelings too
numerous to process all at once.

   The man moved then, lifting himself slightly, to sit down on the
commode, as he tugged gently on Brian's rigid penis, guiding him, so that
he stood facing the seated man, his leaking penis nearly hitting the man in
the face. The man leaned forward, and Brian watched, incredulous, as the
man opened his mouth, and eagerly slid the entire length of Brian's rampant
penis into his warm, wet mouth. Brian groaned loudly, his fingers grabbing
at the man's head, as his brain nearly exploded, from the intensity of the
sensations flooding upward from his throbbing boyhood. The man moved into
an expert rhythm, deftly sucking Brian's virgin penis with a long practiced
level of expertise, confidant in the knowledge that this young boy would be
extremely fast on the trigger, and he too, was eager to feel the young rod
erupt, and flood his hungry mouth with the creamy young semen that he so
craved.  The man's taste buds were exploding with the nutty flavor of
Brian's free flowing precum, and he increased his firm suction on the young
flesh, his boney fingers deftly massaging the boy's plump balls as he
expertly lavished oral magic on the drooling young cock.

   Brian gritted his teeth, willing himself to make this incredible event
last, but his will was to be denied, so intense was the pleasure that the
man was providing, and, all too soon Brian rocked up on his toes, and
thrust his slim butt sharply forward, as his cock jumped inside the warm
mouth, and exploded, spewing his creamy boy-batter over the mans tongue,
and throat, in rapid jets that flowed one, after the other, until his
youthful balls were utterly, and completely drained of the milky fluid, and
he slinked down, slowly collapsing into an exhausted puddle on the slimy
floor of the dank stall. He panted like he had run a fast mile, and briefly
closed his eyes, fading just slightly from consciousness, and, when his
eyes quickly popped open, he whipped his head around, and realized that the
man was gone, leaving him naked, spent, and totally alone in the acrid
stall.

   Brian struggled to his feet, his young body still tingling with
sensation, and hurried into his clothes, anxious now to vacate the foul
smelling place. He stepped outside, squinting in the sudden bright light,
and hurried over to where he had hidden his bike, and pulled it out of the
bushes. He hopped aboard, and looked around the park, spotting the man on
the far side of the park, looking back at him. He paused, and the man
lifted an arm, sending him a small wave. Brian stared for a minute, then,
timidly returned the gesture, and pedaled quickly out of the park, smiling
to himself, and sure in the knowledge that he would, very definitely, be
back.

				  The End
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