Date: Thu, 1 Nov 2007 13:44:07 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek Subject: Boy Alone (11) Brett hurried back to the restaurant, and entered, and he felt the same rush he had felt the first time he had walked into the place, as about a dozen sets of eyes shifted toward him. He skidded to a stop, glancing around for any sigh of his man friend, and he felt a sense of panic well up inside him at not seeing him. He glanced round at the assembled men who were again eyeing him up and down, and he realized that while the looks of intense interest remained in their hungry stares, there was also a degree of disappointment at the realization that the boy was now wearing shorts that were sexy in their own right, but, not nearly as revealing as had been the much smaller, and nearly transparent pair that he had worn earlier. The men's eyes all eventually grouped to stare openly at the silky sport shorts the old man had given him, and, Brett shuddered slightly at realizing that the intense group scrutiny of his crotch had caused his penis to harden, and it now poked straight out, severely tenting the clingy shorts. He heard the tingling of the entry door bell chatter behind him, and he whirled, relief washing over him, as he saw his friend, and driver re-enter the cafe, and stop to look at his new attire. Brett smiled at the man, and watched his eyes join the others in the room by staring directly at his prominent erection, and he saw the man lick his lips, then, move forward to stand beside Brett. He looked the boy up and down once more, then smiled, as he boldly reached out, and gripped Brett's rigid penis over the shorts. Holding it, he looked slowly around the room, reading the drooling envy that painted every face in the room that watched him openly fondling the young boy, and he chuckled happily, as he turned his gaze to Brett, and jerked his head at the door behind them, as he said, "Come on now boy...it's getting late, and our room is ready." The assembled group of men watched the man lead the boy to the door, his grip still firmly affixed to the boy's erection, and the lust-filled eyes all shifted in unison to watch the retreating boy's pretty little ass gyrate inside the clingy shorts, and as the man and boy exited the room, a collective sigh of envy filled the space as the men glanced at each other, knowing without a single word being spoken that the departing man would very soon be savoring the many charms of the stunning young boy's very naked body, and that obviously excited young boner. Turning back to their own foibles, the men contented themselves with the understanding that one of their own would be indeed having a very good evening. The man led Brett down the outside corridor of the motel, then, stopped in front of a door, and slid a key into the lock, and turned it, opening the door. He stepped to the side, and released Brett's pulsing erection, then indicated for the boy to go inside. Brett shuddered, immediately missing the man's grip on his penis, then stepped onto the room, as the man followed, and closed and locked the door behind them, after placing the "do not disturb" sign over the knob. Turning back to Brett, he stepped closer, and reached for the hem of the soft pull over the old man had given him, and pulled it up over Brett's head, and off. He tossed the garment to a nearby chair, and then gripped the elastic waist of the silky shorts Brett wore, and pulled them out, away from his tummy, so he could see inside. Eyeing the proudly erect boyhood, the man chuckled, and yanked down on the front of the shorts, then hooked the elastic under Brett's balls, and then let go. Stepping back a bit, he admired the sight of the sexy boy, his smooth chest with the dark little nipples, now stiffened and pointy, and then the flat, soft tummy, and the very erect penis with it's wetly glistening tip, and the amply bulging pouch beneath it. "God, kid...you are really something...really something indeed...and you look so fucking nasty like that...hell yes...stroke that cock for me boy...go on...just rub it nice and slow while you look right at me...go on now...!" Brett felt the heat of the blush wash over his face, as he slowly reached for his penis, and gripped it, as he pumped his hand back and forth slowly, shuddering, as his eyes locked onto the man's hungry gaze. "Nice...very nice indeed...you have a real pretty cock, kid...love that smooth knob...and the way your balls jiggle back and forth.....damn...!" mumbled the man, his own erection clearly visible as it poked out the front of his slacks. Several minutes passed in silence as Brett continued to slowly pump his cock, and the man moved closer once more, and very carefully reached to cup Brett's aching balls in his palm, kneading the wrinkled pouch gently, as Brett released a low moan of pleasure. The man smiled, apparently pleased with the boy's reaction, and he dropped to his knees in front of the boy. He nudged Brett's hand away from his cock, and took it in his own, continuing to pump it for a moment, then, leaned closer, and licked the oozing head several times. Brett groaned again, his knees buckling as the wave of pleasure hit him, as the man slid his cock deeply into his warm, wet mouth, and sucked it, while running his fingers along Brett's silky inner thigh, and prodding at his tight ball sac. As abruptly as he had begun, the man stopped sucking Brett, and backed away, as he got to his feet, and reached to take Brett's hand. He led him across the room, and into the bathroom, and then stopped, giving Brett a moment to look around. The motel was clearly of vintage age, but had been well maintained, and the room was obviously very clean, and well enough appointed with a sturdy looking queen sized bed, a couple chairs, and a table and lamp. But, the one standout feature that was currently fascinating Brett was the center piece of the small bathroom, a full sized claw foot bathtub, the likes of which the boy had seen before only in magazines, and movies. "Pretty damned nice, huh kid...?...they don't make them like this anymore, believe me...and it has always been like a fantasy of mine to have a big old tub like this, and a pretty little boy like you to bathe in it...yup...just like when you were a little shaver, and mommy used to scrub you pink all over...strip kid...I'm going to give you a bath like you never even dreamed of!" As Brett stripped out his shorts, the man ran water into the tub, even adding some of the sweet smelling bubble bath solution that he found on the counter beside the tub. Naked, his erection swaying saucily in front to him, Brett stepped over to the tub, his mind taking him back to the times his mother had indeed helped him with his bath when he was little, and later, as he neared ten, and eleven, his father taking over the task as Brett's little boy penis and balls had begun to develop to a point that his mom felt awkward with his nakedness, and the ever increasing frequency of his boyish boners. Reflecting further, Brett's memory conjured up the recall of his father fingering his little boner, and sliding his soapy fist over it, and of the incredible sensations that the touching had induced in his slender young body, and he suddenly recalled how on more than a few occasions his father had continued the rubbing of his little cock until the most amazing feelings washed over his trembling body, and he shook and shuddered around in the tub, as his father chuckled happily, refusing to release the rigid and pulsing little pricklett until Brett nearly passed out from the intensity of his feelings. That memory triggered another, this one of the times that while drying his lean body with a big towel, his father would again stimulate his young penis, and his tiny bald sac, bringing forth another youthful erection, which his dad would then take inside his mouth, and suck it, until the boy experienced another powerful dry orgasm. The bath time activity between father and son was never spoken of, and it had been just kind of accepted as the normal process of an alcohol influenced father assuring the hygiene of his young son, just as the similar occurrences that often took place as the father tucked his son into his bed for the night were never verbalized, but instead just evolved into a part of the norm. Brett's reverie was jolted back to reality as the man wrapped his wide hand around his throbbing erection, and squeezed it, as he put his other hand on the back of Brett's shoulder, and urged him forward, saying, "Okay kid, hop in...the water is perfect...all warm, and bubbly...smells nice too...climb on in, Son...daddy wants to wash his pretty boy all over." Brett felt the warmth crawl over his body at the man's reference to himself as "daddy" and, as he awkwardly maneuvered his lithe body into the big tub, he let his mind take him back to those father-son baths once again, as he for the first time realized that the acts that his real father had perpetrated upon his youthful naivete were in fact categorized in his mind as pleasurable events, despite his current understanding of their inappropriateness. Settling into the soothing warm water, Brett leaned his back against the smooth porcelain of the tubs wall, and stretched his legs straight out. The man settled himself onto the floor beside the tub, and picked up the fresh bar of soap that rested on the dish affixed to the wall, and dipped it onto the fragrant water, then, began very slowly sliding the soap bar over Brett's smooth chest, and shoulders. Brett shuddered, his eyes closing, as he gave himself over to the pleasant sensation of being pampered this way, and he let out a long sigh of contentment, letting himself fully relax for the first time since the moment of his fathers blind rage of fury when he had thrown him out of the house. The man took his time, his soapy hands exploring the boy's slender body carefully, and he chuckled, pleased with Brett's gasping reactions to his stimulating his puffy little nipples with his slick fingers, and he smiled broadly when Brett burst into uncontrollable giggles as he poked a fingertip into the tiny cave of his navel, apparently a quite ticklish area of the boy's anatomy. He rolled the soap through his hands, creating a rich lather, and then moved the soapy hands all over the boy's groin, his fingers tugging on the few strands of silky pubic hair that had recently sprouted there. Deliberately ignoring the rigid stalk of boy cock that speared through the swatch of bubbles that had gathered at the boy's groin, he moved his slippery hands along the smooth inner thighs, then over the slightly bony knees, and down the calves, ending by soaping the boy's feet, and each individual toe, eliciting another burst of sweet giggles from Brett. Hungrily eyeing the stiff erection that periscoped from the bubbles, the man slowly retraced his earlier descent path, as he gingerly traced his fingertips upward along the boy's shapely legs until they reached their apex, where he gently gripped the taut and hairless pouch with one hand, as he fingered the grape sized balls with the other, as Bret moaned, and cooed. Finally releasing the tender boy balls, the man wrapped one hand around the rock hard shaft, and slowly stroked the silky feeling skin back and forth, savoring the sensation of the loose skin gliding over the rigid tissue that it covered, and then moved his free hand into play, tracing his fingertip along the knob-like head of the pulsing young cock, as Brett shuddered, and groaned. The man continued to carefully work the young cock, steadily escalating the bevy of sensation that he was building within the slightly trembling boy, and, when he saw a tiny pearl of precum ooze from the tiny slit at the center of the bulbous head, he smiled once more, and leaned down to lap it away with his tongue. The slickness of the nearly tasteless fluid danced over his tongue, and he briefly captured just the head of Brett's cock between his lips, holding it there, as he stabbed at the origin of the slippery substance, his tongue tip pushing firmly into the tiny slit, as though seeking more of the warm, clear juices. Brett shuddered again, his slim hips bucking forward, as his hands sought to capture the man's bended head, and the man quickly pulled away, chuckling at the loud sigh of disappointment that came from the panting boy. Adjusting his position, the man slid his hands under the boy, his palms pressing against his firm little butt, and the small of his back, and he rolled the boy over, settling him face down in the tub. He retrieved the soap cake once again, and began the slow and careful soaping of the succulent skin, his hands seeming to Brett to be everywhere at once, as he rested his head on his folded arms, and again let himself go with the pleasant flow of ever increasing sensation, as the man expertly explored his shoulders, and back, and finally the backs of his smooth legs, and then again, his feet, and toes. The hands glided upward then, again in an agonizingly slow pace, finally coming to rest on the twin mounds of the boy's pretty little ass, where a hand firmly kneaded the small pillows of curved flesh. Brett was nearly purring, feeling immense relaxation while at the same time feeling intensely stimulated at every nerve ending within his body, and he gasped loudly, his limp body involuntarily tensing, as he became aware of the man's thick finger slipping into the furrow between his butt cheeks. Sensing the boy's reaction, the man placed his palm on the small of Brett's back, stroking him gently, as the finger moved deeper into the snug crease, probing, as it searched out the boy's tiny center. Brett released another loud gasp, and his legs splayed wider, as the man located the sensitive core he searched for, and his finger moved over the tiny wrinkled oval several times. Brett groaned softly, and reflexively scooted his knees forward, as his bubbly little butt lifted, the perfectly shaped mounds breaking the water surface, as the man pressed firmly against the tightly sealed pucker, then even more firmly, until the soap coated finger was spearing into the boy's center, moving easily forward to the last knuckle. Brett hissed a low sound, his breath expelling from his lungs, as the man paused, holding the invading finger stock-still for most of a minute, as Brett gulped air, and relaxed his muscles as he adjusted to the thick digit filling his tight tunnel. The man reveled in the flexing muscles of the boy's tight rectum, the spasms translating as a gripping and relaxing sensation on his finger, and he resisted his rapidly growing desire to replace the impaled finger with the rampant erection that poked painfully at the fly of his slacks. Briefly bringing his free hand to his lap, he managed the zipper, and then freed his aching cock, the wide head fairly springing from the tight confines of his clothing, as the thick shaft quickly followed, until his thick seven inches bobbed freely from his gaping fly. Savoring the relief of freeing his leaking manhood, the man returned his full attention to the exploration of the boy's buttery depth, slowly withdrawing his finger until only the tip remained in the boy's incredible grip. A small pause, and then the man again slid his finger fully inside the boy, being especially careful to drag the bottom of it over the boy's firm little nut of a prostate as he went. Brett gasped loudly, and he sucked in a big gulp of air, then, expelled it, as the finger again retreated, once more gliding across the highly sensitive gland. In and out moved the thick finger, each direction passing across the pulsing gland with the resultant sensation driving the boy to distraction, as the deep aching feeling in his young balls increased to near boiling, and he grunted his satisfaction each time the small bump was touched. He was all but hyperventilating, and as a result, he felt light headed, and dizzy, and what little bit of concentration remained within him was fully focused on the rapidly growing heat, and tension in his tight balls, and, with the release of one last, deep growling sound, his young balls released, and he felt a torrent of his youthful nectar race through the length of his spasming penis until it erupted, rapidly spewing his pellets of creamy boy-honey into the sudsy bath water in strong, and rapid spurts. The man sensed the boys release, and he quickly centered his fingertip squarely on the hard little nut of his gland, pressing it firmly, as the boy spurted his creamy offerings, the man counting off the pulses each time the gland throbbed under his finger, until it finally went silent, and still. Brett exhaled loudly, his slim body quivering in the after shock of his powerful orgasm, and he went limp then, his body sliding under the now cooling bath water as he struggled to keep his head above the water line. The man slowly withdrew his finger from the clinging sheath, and then carefully moved his hands under the boy's trembling body, as he turned him onto his back once more. He smiled at the flushed boy, then stood, and gripped his own oozing cock in his fist, as he inched closer to the tub. Brett's eyes closed on the thick and drooling erection, as he released an involuntary groan, keenly aware of his deep desire to have this impressive specimen fill his tight tunnel even more fully than had the finger moments ago, and he slid out his tongue, licking at his lush lips, as he stared hungrily at the pulsing manhood that towered above him. He watched, completely enthralled, as the man began fisting his dripping cock, quickly now, as his boiling lust overtook him, and in moments he made a deep growling sound, his knees buckling slightly under him, as the wide cock flexed strongly, and then erupted, rope after rope of thick, white semen literally bursting forth from the gaping slit to arch high into the air, before cascading downward to splatter in long streaks, and large pools over Brett's sweet face, and into his soft hair. Brett savored the warmth, and slight stickiness of the torrent of semen painted his upturned face, and he quickly opened his mouth, craning his neck in an effort to capture the next spurting offering in his mouth, and on the third ejaculate, he succeeded, the thick warm cream coating over his tongue, and down his throat, as he gulped, hoping to catch another offering before it ended. The man grunted, leaning forward to milk his wilting shaft, coaxing several more smaller dribbles of his ejaculation from his spent balls, and he grinned widely, as he watched the errant drops fall onto the boy's pretty face, and mingle with the earlier thick streamers that fully slimed the youthful face. Releasing his shrunken cock, the man leaned down, and pressed his mouth against the boy's cum coated lips, and he kissed him, tasting the remnants of his own acrid fluids as he pushed his tongue inside the boy's sweet mouth. Finally gaining his control again, the man stood on shaky legs, and reached down to help the boy to his feet, and then out of the tub. His hand on the boy's back, he guided him over to the vanity, and squared him in front of the large wall mirror, as he stood behind the naked boy, his soft cock nestled between the firm mounds of his perfect butt, and he waited quietly, his eyes locked on the boy's reflected image. A few seconds was all that it took, and the man grinned, seeing the boy's expression change, as he registered that his face, and his hair, and even his smooth chest were coated in streaks, and puddles of the man's ejaculate, and very slowly, the stunned expression shifted into a crimson flush at the smooth cheeks, and a wide grin, that very soon segued into a boyish, and gleeful giggle, as Brett rolled his eyes up to meet the man's eyes in the mirror, as he said, "Oh golly....wow...that is just....nasty!" (To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com