Young 15-year-old Kyle massaged the twenty or so red towel snap marks all over his stomach and chest as he made his way to his bedroom. The boy was trembling in spite of the heat and humidity. Once in his room, Kyle did as he had been told, stripping off the remainder of his clothes--his white bikini briefs--and lying face down on his bed with his hands clasped behind his head, burying his face in his pillow.
His erection already at full size, Kyle waited for what felt like forever for his 'babysitter.' Feeling the balmy evening breeze wafting in from the open window across his bare backside, the boy squirmed ever so slightly. He loved this feeling of anticipation and wasn't about to move a muscle.
Suddenly Kyle heard the back door open and shut and not long after, the snapping of a birch branch. Kyle felt an increadible stirring in his loins as he imagined what was about to happen next. Ah, yes, there's the back door opening and closing again, now footsteps down the hall, coming closer and closer, that familiar sound of Eric's flip-flops slapping his heels with each step. Young Kyle could hardly contain himself, his entire body growing ever more stiff, coming to attention right there on the bed as he heard Eric enter the room.
For the first time, 17-year-old Eric realized that his young friend did indeed have a beautiful tan. Kyle's broad shoulders, slim waist, and long smooth sinuous legs all contrasted nicely with his tight butt. 'The boy must be wearing those ragged gym shorts--and only those ragged gym shorts--all the time!' Eric thought to himself. Clasping the birch branch firmly in his right hand, Eric knelt down beside his willing prisoner and gingerly placed his fingertips on the boy's bare back, at which point Kyle winced. Eric smiled as he lowered his head, brushing his nose across Kyle's shoulder, savoring Kyle's natural boy scent once again, then sticking his tongue out and curling it up into Kyle's nearly hairless right armipt, Eric again tasted the boy's salty sweat.
Kyle whimpered at the touch of Eric's tongue, his armpit still feeling the sting of one of the many towel snaps. Once again hardly able to contain himself, Kyle concentrated on not letting himself cum just yet, for he knew the best part was yet to come. He clasped his fingers ever more tightly at the back of his head of scraggly blond hair as he felt Eric's tongue glide down his side from his armpit to his hip, dipping into his right butt cheek dimple, and continuing on down to his right outer ankle--one long lick!
Coming around to the other side of the bed, Kyle felt Eric's lips as they nibbled up the back of his left leg, the older boy's teeth ocassionally biting tenderly into the younger boy's soft smooth skin. Eric feasted all over Kyle's bare back, licking, nibbling, and biting. Finally, coming to Kyle's neck, Eric whispered in Kyle's ear, "I'm going to nickname you 'Tiger' because tigers have stripes from head to toe." And with that, Eric stepped back, Kyle finally realizing the full impact of what was instore for him. The younger boy braced himself for what would no doubt be a very long session.
TO BE CONTINUED