This is an M/b story about a man and a boy having sex.  You
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                      ROADTRIP FUN
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My job causes me to travel between a few places in the southeast
about once a month.  This time I had to go to Jacksonville from
where I live in Atlanta.  Now normally I try to fly, but last Tuesday
the flight times didn't coincide too well with my schedule, so
I decided to drive.  Nothing but business happened until Thursday
evening when I was ready to head home.

I had finished my day and decided to eat some dinner before heading
back to Atlanta, so I stopped in a Quincy's cheap steak restaurant,
got my salad and found a table.  Shortly after I was seated, a family
sat down at a table maybe 10 feet from mine and in my direct view.
There were two boys, a little girl and a mom.  Of the boys, one
looked like maybe he was 14 and wasn't very good looking.  The other
was around 12 or 13 and wore black jeans and a black tee shirt on his
skinny frame and had his hair cropped close to his head.  I kept
thinking that this boy must have a lot of young girls hot for his bod.

I kept watching the family.  They seemed to be having alot of fun
kidding and joking each other, but my eyes seldom left the cute
and hot younger boy.  Occasionally, he'd glance my way and each
time he got up to go get some more food, I hoped instead he was
making a trip to the bathroom just for me to see his cock; but it
didn't happen.  I guessed him to be maybe 5'5" and 100 lbs.  I could
hear his maturing young voice waver between being high and low-pitched
and tried to imagine just how big the boy stud's gonads were
that were contributing to his adolescent transformation.

Finally, his family got up to leave.  Just in hopes that perhaps
the eight glasses of coke I'd seen the boy drink had already
gone through him, I got up and walked toward the restrooms.
Yes! The boy entered the bathroom 5 seconds ahead of me; his brother
had already walked past the doors heading outside with the rest of
the family.  I walked into the restroom just in time for the
boy to position himself in front of the right of two urinals.

I wasted no time to position myself for the unvealing of his
young rod.  But he turned himself so that I couldn't see anything.
Then he spoke, "You stared at me all through dinner.  How come?"
I heard his pee hit the urinal; I swollowed hard and got up my
courage, "'Cause you're hot lookin'" I whispered.  He glanced
my way and began to turn his body.  "Is this what you thought was
so hot?"  And as he slowly turned his body back in my direction
I focused my lust on his 5 inch cock that was standing at full mast.
His pants were undone so that all his sex was open and visible and
completely hairless.

I grabbed the urinal's plumbing to keep myself standing.  "Give me
$50 and I'll jack it off for ya" he offered quietly.  "Ten," I said
not believing what was happening let alone that I was negociating with
this boy.  The boy started to slowly and tenderly slide his fingers
over his shaft.  "Get the money out first," he commanded.  I got out
my wallet and fished out a 10.  The boy grabbed his cock in his right
hand and started to pump it ferociously.  I asked him to slow down,
he said he had to hurry because his mom was waiting.  In and out, in
and out I saw his hand fly over the thin circumcised rod.  His child
sized balls were flying back and forth.  Maybe 30 seconds after he
started be suddenly groaned "Here it comes."

I put my hand in front of his cock in hopes of catching a small sample
of his youthful enthusiasm.  A moment later he shot three thick
streams from his pleasure rod and my right hand was gooey with the
boy's hot juice.  He quickly put himself back together while I handed
the freshly spent boy his money using my unspermed hand.  As he was
tearing out the door he said "Thanks, maybe I'll see you again.  My
number's behind the stall door."  I smelled my hand.  It had that
wonderfully musky smell of fresh young cum.  As I slowly licked it
from my hand, another customer entered the restroom.  I rubbed the
remainder around my own still hard cock.  I zipped up, went back to
my table to get my jacket and I left without getting the boy's number.

As I headed down the road I couldn't keep my mind off of what had just
taken place.  For the next two hours my prick was hard as I imagined
sucking that beautiful cock.  I kept sniffing my fingers hoping to
catch yet another wave his sexual-ness.

I had just passed Tifton heading north on 95 when the little yellow
light on my dash told me to think about something besides hard 5 inch
dicks.  I started looking for a gas station to fill up at and got
off 2 exits later.  I pulled into a brightly lit Shell station that
was empty of cars except mine.  I looked at my watch, a little past
nine.  As I pumped the gas I kept thinking about how desolate this
place was.  Just this gas station, a Motel 6 behind and a Huddle House
a quarter mile down a hill to the right.

I topped off my tank, put the nozzle back on the pump and turned to
head for the station to pay.  As I walked to the door, a boy walked
from out of the blackness to the right, across the front of the store
and inside.  I entered and stood behind the boy at the counter.  He
wanted a pack of Marlboro's.  Apparently the clerk didn't think the
boy to be any older than I did and asked to see the boy's ID.  He
fumbled in his pocket and produced a Georgia driver's license that
apparently showed the boy to be 18.  The boy's hands shook as he
carefully counted out the price of the cigarettes - all in change.
Finally he paid and left quickly.  I paid as quickly as I could and
practically ran out of the store.

All that was going through my mind at the moment was seeing the boy
in Quincy's shooting cum into my hand - and now I wanted this boy to
shoot cum into my mouth.  It never crossed my mind that he might not
be as perverted as I was, all that mattered to me was that he had a
dick, he was cute and he looked around 15.

I ran behind the store and saw the boy as he was headed in the
direction of the Motel 6.  "Hey!" I called out.  The boy stopped
dead in his tracks and waited.  As I got closer he nervously quizzed
"Yea, what?"  I didn't want to make the kid any more nervous than he
already was, but I stupidly asked "Are you really 18?"  "Why, are you
a cop?  You gonna have me arrested for buying cigarettes?"  "No, its
just that I never had a fake ID when I was your age and I was wondering
just how real it looks."  He stared at me a moment though his long
dark bangs with his big dark eyes.  "Bullshit," he responded, "just
what do you want?"

"Well, I was just wondering if you'd like to make a fast 40 bucks."
"How fast?  My mom's waiting on our room for her cigarettes."  "It'll
take less than five minutes."  "What will?"  "All you have to do is
stand over there behind the store," I paused for a moment, "and let me
suck your dick."  "Hell no!  I'm no faggot!" he exclaimed.  "You don't
have to be a faggot, just a businessman.  You know, not everybody enjoys
their job but at least this one will feel good."

The boy calmed down a bit and went on to say, "My mom read me a magazine
article about boy sucking faggots like you last week.  I told her that
I'd never met one.  I guess I'm gonna have to tell her that I did
tonight."  I began to surmise that maybe he was going to take payment
for letting he suck his rod after all.  I stepped a little closer to the
boy and walked past him into the pitch darkness behind the store.  The
kid slowly tagged along.  I asked, "You gonna tell her that you let me
suck you off?"  "Hell, no.  And I'm not gonna tell her that I fucked my
cousin last night either," he revealed.  I gently moved him so his back
was to the building and I kneeled in front of him.  "Oh yea?  How old is
she?" I asked while my hands fumbled with the boy's zipper while I
stared at the obvious lump in his jeans.

"She's 12 and's got boobs and pussy hair already."  I was able to get
the zipper to the bottom, but his jeans were too tight to free his hard
prick, so I began to unbutton his jeans.  "How old are you?"  "I'm 14.
I'll be 15 in April."  "Tell where and how you fucked a 12-year-old
cunt."  By this time his 6 inch rod was out and pointing straight at
my mouth.  His balls were smooth and he had a well defined clump of
curly dark hair at the base of his clean smelling prick.  I opened my
mouth and pulled his thighs toward me so that the head of his prick
touched the back of my throat as my lips closed around what I'd longed
to taste.

He began to tell me that his cousin had teased him about not having a
girlfriend for the whole week while he and his mom visited his aunt.
He told me that each night his cousin would come into his room after
she'd finished her shower wearing only a robe and that it had
"accidentially" come undone three different times, revealing the girl's
treasures.  He told me how she would tell him about being fucked by 
boys at school and how she was gang raped by the JV soccer team.

The boy was apparently replaying the events of the night before in
his mind while he thrust his tasty rod in and out of my mouth.  As he
got closer to my objective, his voice tensed as he spoke.  "So last
night when she came in my room, I was ready.  I had on just my
underwear, so when her robe opened this time, I just pushed her down on
my bed, spread her legs and plugged my dick into her."  Then I began
to feel his legs tense and his cock got even harder than it had been.
And as he told me of shooting his cousin's pussy full of his sperm
my mouth was filled with shot after shot of his warm sweat cum.

I stayed down and kissed his softening cock and balls as he caught his
breath.  "Wow.  Is that what you wanted?" he asked finally.  "Oh yea...
that was wonderful."  I stood up, got $40 from my wallet and handed
the boy his money.  He remarked that he might not have to mow lawns
this summer for money.  I asked where he lived, and he named the same
Atlanta suburb as mine.  I gave him my number at work and told him
to call when he was running low on cash.  I was sure we could work
something out.

				-- Keith