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 Billy and Marty, a Man Boy Romance By Gaycop

   Billy loved camping and fishing with his parents.  More though, he loved
his time alone outdoors when they went into town without him.  He was going
to get some of that time today and he was planning to make the most of it.

   Hanging around the tent while his mom and dad hemmed and hawed about
leaving, Billy made his preparations.  First, he changed into his speedos
and flip flops.  Seeing this, his mom took notice.  "Don't think you are
going swimming while we are gone young man!" Mom said.

   I'm not mom, I just want to get sun on my legs while I'm fishing. 
That's all." Billy replied in his high pitched, almost ten year old voice.
Mom looked the pale, skinny toe head over and decided that some sun would
do him good.

   "I'm just reminding you that it is not safe to swim alone, Sweetheart."
Billy knew better to go swimming alone.  He was almost ten, after all. 
Dancing around the campground, Billy gathered his fishing rod and tackle
and put together a small backpack of snacks, drink and other things he
thought he might need.  He was careful to be very obvious about the fishing
stuff and discreet about the backpack.  Besides the food, Billy packed a
roll of toilet paper and some SoftSoap as well as some pictures of himself
that he'd taken in the mirror at a rest stop of himself, showing his bare
bum.

   Billy couldn't wait for his folks to finally get in the old station
wagon and drive out of the campground.  There were few other campers in the
KOA park and none near the spot he'd helped his dad decide on.  That meant
he should have no trouble at all finding a place in the woods where he
could be alone and naked.  Just the thought made him tent a bit in the thin
red speedos.

   Finally, with a kiss and hug from his mother and a pat on the head from
his father, Billy was saying goodbye.  Billy knew that the way his mom got
caught up in the gift shops and the way his dad lost himself to antiquing,
the pair would likely be gone till just before dark.  As the car drove
slowly away at last, little Billy's "tent" grew into a full hard-on.  The
little pink tip was peeking just over the top of the bikini's waistband.

   Billy threw a towel over his shoulder, snatched up the pole, tackle box
and backpack and headed toward the small private lake.  As expected, the
secluded finger of lake nearest the campsite was deserted.  Billy was
overjoyed that he would be able to be naked right out in the open.  Slowly,
teasing himself in fact with how slowly, he peeled the little swimsuit down
over his freckled legs and stepped out of them.  His mind was racing with
the thrill of his own nakedness.

   Now for some good feeling fun, he thought.  Pulling the toilet paper
from the pack, he began to unroll it and re-roll it over his hands making a
large, soft pad of loose paper.  Next he pulled out the SoftSoap pump and
pumped a generous amount of the slippery lotion onto his pad of toilet
paper.  Laying the whole thing over a smooth fallen tree that had long
since lost it's bark, Billy mounted the tree and pressed his raging little
four inch boner into the cool soft wetness of the pad.  Taking out the
smartphone with the pictures of himself, he stared at the images of his own
naked little boy butt and fantasized about a grown man pushing a man-sized
penis between those smooth white cheeks.

   Marty was paddling his Kayak into a deserted little alcove of the lake
when he happened to notice a naked little boy sawing his pecker into a log
with some intensity.  So lost in his grinding was the boy that he never
even noticed that kayak approach, even though the thing was obviously in
full view of the boy.  Marty smartly turned the little boat in the opposite
direction and cleared his throat loudly, giving the boy a heads up and a
chance for retreat.

   Billy was just near that magic moment when his whole body would become
tingly when he heard a man clear his throat nearby.  Billy looked up to see
the man's back as he paddled slowly away.  Panicking, Billy rolled off the
log in the direction opposite the man and hastily grabbed at the toilet
paper pad, using the relatively cleaner underside to wipe himself clean
before hastily fumbling for his discarded speedos and slipping deeper into
the woods.

   As soon as he felt he was well hidden, Billy stopped and stepped back
into his speedo.  He then crept back toward the water to see if there was
some clue as to whether the man had seen him or not.  Billy stopped and hid
behind a large oak and peeked carefully around the tree.  The man was
boating about carelessly in the middle of the water and did not appear to
be searching the tree line at all.  Billy thought that was a good sign that
the man hadn't seen him after all.

   Marty slowly turned the kayak back toward where he had seen the boy. 
The boy was out of sight now and Marty wasn't certain he was happy about
that.  His first instinct, thankfully resisted, was to paddle right up to
the boy and take fullest advantage.  Marty liked young boys; well liked the
idea of being intimate with them anyway.  Though he had never even thought
of acting on it, Marty often fantasized about making love to a young boy.
He had, in fact, jacked himself to climax many times thinking about that
very thing; thinking about happening upon a young boy in a compromised
position and taking full advantage.

   Just as Marty was certain the lad would not reappear and had readied
himself to return to his own campsite for some solitary love with the new
burned image of the naked young man in his mind, He heard a soft rustle of
leaves and decided to wait a moment longer.

   Sure enough, that same young boy now emerged from the woods from a
different direction, carrying a fishing pole and tackle box as if just
arriving at the water for the first time.  The boy appeared to be looking
for a good spot to make a cast without throwing his lure into the low tree
limbs along the shoreline.

   When the boy casually looked his way, Marty waved and smiled.  The boy
waved back and spoke.

   "Hi mister, I sure like your boat."

   Politeness required a response so Marty shouted "howdy back to the boy
and decided to show off a little.  Tucking the paddle into it's crook on
the side of the yellow Hobie Sport, Marty worked the pedals of the Mirage
drive with his feet and turned the rudder so that he could make a fast
circle in the water.  So fast, did the kayak go that it made a small wake.
When he came back around to facing the boy, he was a little closer than he
had been and could see a look of open astonishment on the boy's face.  "How
did you do that mister?" The boy exclaimed.

   "It's called a Mirage Drive" Marty replied.  "Would you like to see how
it works?"

   "Boy would I!" The boy said, obviously inviting the stranger to come
closer.

   Marty pedaled the little boat ashore into a clearing on the bank about a
hundred feet from the boy, making him have to come to the man rather than
the other way around.  Marty knew this would put the boy at a greater ease.
Sure enough, the boy padded quickly along the shoreline to where the kayak
had been beached.

   Marty stood in the knee deep water next to the boy and hoped the child
would not notice the slow growing bulge in his khaki shorts.  As the boy
got closer Marty tipped the boat toward himself exposing the bottom to the
boy and hiding his own involuntary erection.

   "See those fins?  They go back and forth like penguin wings under the
water when you push the pedals" Marty said.

   "That's really cool, Mister" The boy said.

   Marty dropped the boat back in the water and sat in the water next to
it, again, to hide himself.  "My name is Marty", he said.  "I'm camped over
there", pointing to the other side of the mall finger of smooth water. 
"I'm Billy" the boy replied.  "We are camped here too, only we are over on
this side." My folks are gone shopping.  They will be gone all day, so I
was gonna do some fishing."

   Under the water, Marty's cock leaped to full attention at that last. 
"You can take the boat for a ride if you like." Marty was eying the boy's
crotch as he said that and pulled his eyes back to Billy's face
reluctantly.

   Billy saw Marty looking at his tiny package and was flooded with a mix
of emotions that he did not understand.  Part embarrassment because he knew
his dick was so small and part thrill that the man appeared to be
interested in it at all.  Adding to his embarrassment wart the fact that
the pecker was tenting once again.

   "I'm not allowed on the water alone" Billy said, "It's a strict rule of
my mom's and she'd kill me if I disobeyed that one."

   "I'm right here if you need me, Billy.  Or if you want, I can ride with
you.  "You work the pedals and I'll show you how the rudder handle works to
steer the boat."

   Billy came closer and put a hand on the side of the boat, pondering the
idea.  With the boy so close now, Marty could smell him and felt as if he
could erupt in his pants without a touch to his raging cock.  Finally the
boy seemed to have decided.  "Okay Marty but can you get in first and
steady it for me?"

   At first, Marty did not want to get out of the water and expose his
bulge to the boy.  Thinking of his own bulge made Marty look again at
Billy's package and he found that he could make out nearly every detail of
the erect little cock as it pressed against the thin nylon of the red
speedo.  That made up his mind.  What's good for the goose is good for the
gander.  Marty thought and with that, stood and sat quickly on the boat's
one seat.  He adjusted himself as discretely as possible, tugging the wet
fabric out such that it mostly hid the enormous mound of manflesh.

   Once settled, Marty reached his hand out to help Billy steady himself as
he climbed to sit in front of Marty.  The softness of the skin on the boy's
hand sent thrills through Marty, making him nearly light headed as the boy
settled that round little bottom right up against his throbbing cock. 
Instinctively, Marty put his right hand around the boy's stomach and felt
another thrill.  His left, he placed over Billy's left hand, guiding it to
the rudder control handle on the side of the kayak.  Marty explained how
the rudder worked and then used the paddle to push them away from the shore
and into open water.  Once out a ways, Marty said: "Go ahead Sport, Its all
yours".

   Billy took to the pedals and rudder control as if he'd been a seasoned
sailor.  He pedaled the kayak about, always being careful to stay within
the cove.  After a while, Marty tentatively allowed his right hand to rest
on Billy's bare thigh and felt, again, how wonderfully smooth the boy's
skin was.

   When Billy put his own hand atop Marty's, Marty had been sure it would
be to push it away.  Instead, Billy just held his hand for a few moments
before ever-so-gently pulling Marty's hand slightly higher, then higher
still, up his leg.  They boated around like that, in an awkward silence
until finally, Billy shifted his weight back, pushing himself against Marty
so that Marty could feel Billy's warm back lying against his flat, hairy
stomach.

   "I like this" Billy said matter-of-factly.

   "I like this too." Marty Replied.

   They stayed that way for some time, each nearly holding his breath,
waiting for the other to make the next move.  Finally, Marty could take it
no more and gently shifted his right hand so that the back of his thumb was
pressing against Billy's cock and tiny balls.  The moment of truth Thought
Marty.

   Billy's little cock had begun to soften but went to full attention with
Marty's "incidental" caress.  Billy took the touch as a sign and began to
stroke Marty's left leg with his small left hand.  The muscles of Marty's
hairy leg were firm and strong feeling.  Billy leaned fully back into Marty
now and shifted so that the pinkness would show at the top of his speedos
once more.

   That did not go at all unnoticed by Marty.  Marty shifted forward
pressing his boner, obviously now, into Billy's back and stared over the
boys shoulder at the tiny display.  In a voice that came out like a nervous
croak, Marty asked the boy if he'd like to go back to see his tent.  Billy
said nothing for a long moment, then began pedaling slowly for the shore
opposite where his family's tent was located.
   The End of Part One