1. California Lloyd 2: Being Good Samaritan has its Rewards


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: True Story, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Virginity, Reluctance, Teen, Gay, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 100, Source: sexstories.com

    from his mind. But the greater part of me just wanted to take him in my arms and cuddle him, kiss him and love him; and to tell him to make up his own mind how he should reconcile his beliefs with what he knew in his heart he had to do. So I checked that he was free from his parents for the time being and then said, “I think we’d better get some fresh coffee and go back to my place, don’t you?” So we did. When we got back to my Lodge, I told him to make himself at home, as I closed the wooden slats of the balcony screens, blocking-out the stupendous view now being illuminated by the morning sun. There was another son, inside the room, that needed illumination instead! The pale, diffused daylight permeating the room made his skin seem even more soft and smooth. He had taken off his parka, revealing the white-vested torso I was already familiar with. He was also wearing the same camouflage pants as the other day and at that moment, I chided myself for thinking, “I hope he’s showered or at least washed properly this morning!” I sat on the bed next to him, sitting there with his coffee in his hand, the shimmering liquid surface revealing that his hand was shaking. I put his coffee to one side and gently put my arm over his shoulder. “It’s ok,” I reassured him. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” His face turned to me and his soft features appeared now almost boyish; those silky-brown eye-brows, that button nose and those luscious lips. Now he seemed so exposed and ...
    vulnerable. And his expression made me want to just cradle his face in my hands. As I did so, I moved toward him, and made as if to kiss him, and he turned away, gently touching my hand and moving it away from stroking his cheek. “No,” he said, “I’m not ready for that. I can’t do kissing.” At about 5’ 10” and about 165lb, he was quite a big chap; compared to me at least, but all of a sudden he seemed so small and cute – and lovable. I slowly moved my hand to his waist and gently lifted his white vest. He raised his arms in compliance and I was rewarded with the view of his exposed chest, just like the other night, smooth and hairless except for a few wispy hairs around his nipples – which this time I noticed were rather pronounced, rising as they did like small islands from his nicely developed pectorals. I knelt in front of him, between his legs, the promise of a still-hidden pair of balls divided before me by the crotch-seam of his pants. Unlacing his walking boots, I lifted his feet out of them one by one and put them to one side. Sliding my hands in turn into each trouser-leg, I rolled-down his heavy socks, finally lifting his feet to pull them off entirely. The soles of his feet were soft and pink, unblemished, as if seldom walked on; and his toes and nails were perfectly formed. I raised his foot to my face and placed my cheek against it, stroking it, kissing it gently. I stood up and he took little encouragement to do the same, standing in front of me, with my hands on ...
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