Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2011 17:34:28 -0400
From: Sam Sheppard <samsheppard2011@gmail.com>
Subject: A Ride in the Rain 1

Warning, this story contains explicate content involving sexual activity
between a man and underage boys.

The characters and events of the story are fictional and are not based on
any real person(s) alive or dead.  The author of this story believes that
such events should not take place, but acknowledges that many adults will
enjoy reading them.  As always comments are welcome.

A Ride in the Rain

I'd had a rare weekend off and now I was heading back to Calgary from my
family's home in Swift Current, Saskatchewan.  It was normally an easy 6
hour drive, but it was raining today and visibility was drastically
reduced, so it had become more of a contest to see what would give out
first, my patience or my eyes, from straining so hard to see the road
ahead.  I was listening to Magic 97 and the weather guy was saying that the
rain extended from Banff, Alberta all the way to Regina, so there was no
chance of it clearing up anytime during my drive back.  As I drove, I
thought about my move to Calgary and what had brought me there.  I was 25
years old and had parlayed my average talent for playing hockey and the
contacts I'd made in both the Western and American Hockey Leagues into the
start of a decent career as a player agent.  Unfortunately, that meant
having to be where the agency firms were, Calgary.  So I packed up and
moved off to the big city.

As I said, I was 25, 6' tall and weighed 185 lbs.  I'd played semi-pro
hockey until 2 years ago and was in pretty good shape, with wide shoulders,
a well-defined, smooth upper body, solid six pack abdomen, the typical
hockey players' large, muscular butt and strong well muscled thighs and
calves.  I also had a 7" circumcised penis with a pair of golf ball sized
balls hanging below it.

So here I was, on my way back, in crappy weather and getting more and more
aggravated as the miles passed.  And to top it off, the smartass DJ was
playing that stupid song by the Carpenters, "Rainy Days and Mondays".  I
could have reached through the radio and strangled the jerk, so I decided
to pull out one of my CD's and listen to some music that wouldn't get me
any more pissed off than I was already.  Unfortunately, my CD's were in
their case on the back seat, so I needed to find a safe place to pull over
to retrieve them.  I had just passed through the grand metropolis of
Irvine, Saskatchewan when I spotted a roadside pull off.  As I slowed to a
stop and parked, I noticed a figure huddled under one of the shelters at
the side of the lot.  No other cars were in the lot, so I was kind of
curious about who would be sitting there alone in the pouring rain.  I
pulled up beside the shelter and rolled the passenger side window down.
The person under the shelter was wearing a yellowish rain poncho with the
hood pulled low over their face, and as I pulled up, they raised their head
enough for me to see that it was a young boy of indiscernible age.

"Hey kid," I called, "what are you doing out here?"

He just shrugged.

I persisted, "Are you lost?  Are you waiting for someone?"

This time he shook his head.  A real talker, this kid.

"Are you stuck?  Do you need a lift somewhere?"

Now I got a nod.

"OK, then.  The rain's coming in the window, so why don't you get in the
car and we'll figure out where I can take you."

With that the kid stood up and came over to the car.  He looked to be about
5'4" tall, but it was hard to tell since he was hunched over to get away
from the rain.

As he climbed into the passenger seat, he pulled the poncho off and I got
my first look at this drowned rat.  He looked to be about 13 or 14, with
raven black hair, worn with long bangs swept over his right eye and long at
the back.  He had blue eyes over top of high cheekbones and a small
upturned nose.  His mouth was small with a full lower lip.

"So what's your name?" I inquired.

"Enoch." was all he said.

"Hi Enoch, my name's Sam.  Where am I taking you?"

He shrugged his shoulders again, but said, "Wherever you're going's fine
with me."

"What about your home?  Don't you want to go home?" I asked.

He shook his head again.  "Don't got a home."

"Uh huh.  OK, Well, I'm going to Calgary, I guess I can drive you
there. OK?"

"Yeah, that'd be cool," responded Enoch as he buckled his seat belt.  We
drove off into the growing darkness.

After we'd driven for an hour we finally came to Redcliff, a very small
town on the main highway, near Medicine Hat.  As it was getting late and
the rain wasn't letting up, I decided to stop over at a motel just off the
highway.  I explained what we were doing to Enoch, got us checked in and
parked in front of the room.  When we walked into the room, we discovered
that the clerk had made a mistake and given us a room with a queen size bed
instead of two doubles.  I immediately called the desk to get a different
room and was told that all the other double rooms were being used.  I
apologized to Enoch and explained the situation, told him we could sleep
with each of us under different layers of covers and he didn't seem to mind
that idea.

Now that I could see him in the light, I could see he was completely
soaked.  When I asked him how long he'd been sitting outside in the rain he
shrugged and said a couple of hours.  I told him he needed to get out of
those wet clothes and into a hot shower and we'd dry his clothes overnight.
I suggested he go into the bathroom and get undressed and hand his clothes
out to me when he was ready, which he did.  While he was in the bathroom I
ordered some pizza.  I also called the desk and asked if they had a laundry
service, but was told their service was done for the day.  They did,
however, have a coin operated machine two doors down from our room that we
could use, so I gathered up Enoch's clothes and took them down to wash
them.

About half an hour later, the door to the bathroom opened and Enoch walked
out.  I just about tripped over the bed when I saw him.  The kid was
wearing nothing but a small towel around his waist and he was, to say the
least, adorable.  He was indeed about 5'4" and his upper body was that of a
young boy who had played a lot of sports.  His longish black hair hung down
over his ears and his bright blue eyes.  His face was thin, but not narrow
and his high cheekbones seemed to gently accentuate the triangularity of
it.  He had a small but full mouth and he was smiling, which showed a set
of beautiful white teeth.  His chest was well developed with strong, but
not bulky, pecs with small nickel sized pink nipples.  His shoulders were
beginning to show signs of development with some definition of the muscles.
Enoch had a smooth flat stomach with the early stages of a six pack
beginning to show, and a narrow waist.  Below the towel, I could see a pair
of long, strong calves with just a hint of dark hair.

"I don't have any more underwear," he said, "what should I do for now?"

"I have some extras in my bag, but they may be a little large for you.
I've got your clothes in the wash.  They should be ready in about an hour,
so you can wear mine or just hang around in the towel until yours are dry."

"I'll just wait for mine, if it's OK with you," he replied.

OK with me?  Of course it was OK with me!  I was completely entranced by
this young boy and having him walking around in nothing but a small towel
would be just fine.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, which made us both jump.  Laughing
at ourselves I opened the door to find the pizza delivery guy.  He was
about 18 or 19, cute in a sort of Ron Weasley kind of way, and as I paid
him, I could see him checking out Enoch, who was walking around the room in
nothing but the towel.  I made a mental note to remember to order pizza if
I ever stopped in this town again.  After he'd left, we sat down on the bed
to eat and watch some TV.  By the time we were finished, Enoch's clothes
were dry, so I went out and brought them back for him to wear.

"I've been wearing the same clothes for three days now," Enoch began,
"would you mind if I stayed like this for a while?  It just feels so free
for a change."

I shrugged and said, "It's your choice.  Go ahead, if you want."  A nice
bit of acting nonchalant, if I do say so myself.

As we lay back on the bed watching TV, I couldn't help but steal glances at
Enoch.  The towel had hiked up his legs slightly and the lower parts of his
nicely shaped, muscular thighs were visible.  It was obvious that this kid
had played some sports.

"Enoch, I have to ask.  How old are you?"

"I'm 14.  Why?"

"Well, you've got an athlete's build, so I was just wondering.  Do you play
a lot of sports?"

"I used to. I played peewee football and skied, but I stopped," he replied.

"Why? What made you stop?" I asked.

He hung his head and didn't say anything and I didn't want to push, so I
just said, "Hey, it's OK.  Let's just watch some tube."

After a few minutes of watching TV, he looked at me and said, "Did you mean
what you said about my having an athlete's body?"

"Yeah.  I think you've got a really nice body.  You've got really strong
looking legs," I replied.

"Yeah?  I used to work out a lot when I was playing football and I ran
during the ski season.  We had to do these things called wall sits to make
the ski team.  They're kind of like squats but against the wall.  D'ya
wanna see what I mean?"

I said I'd be happy to see how they were done, so Enoch stood up and went
to the wall across from the bed and put his back against it and his legs
out in front of him.  He then started to slide down the wall until his legs
were at 90 degrees to his body and held that position.  The position gave
me an unrestricted view of his thighs almost all the way to his crotch, but
the towel provided just enough cover to hide his package.  What I saw,
though, was enough to get me started on my way to an erection.  As you
might have guessed, I like boys, especially between the ages of 13 to 18
and this kid was right smack in my wheelhouse.  He sat like that for a good
couple of minutes and I could see his legs tightening up as he did.  As he
stood up, he suddenly cried out in pain and grabbed his left calf.

"Oww.  Shit, I've got a cramp.  Ow, Ow, Ow."

He flopped on the bed and I grabbed his calf, held his leg straight and
pulled his foot back.

"Try to relax.  This'll get rid of the cramp.  Just relax," I said as I
continued to hold his foot back.  In a couple of seconds his leg relaxed
and the cramp went away.

"Oh shit, that hurt," Enoch said through gritted teeth.  "How did you know
how to do that?"

"I used to get cramps when I played hockey and my trainer taught me how to
stop them.  He used to massage them out after they'd gone.  D'you want me
to rub your calf a bit?"  I asked hesitantly.

"Oh man, yeah.  That'd be great," he said and he rolled onto his stomach,
giving me a great view of his 14 year old bubble butt, even though it was
covered by the towel.  I moved over to him and rested his leg and foot on
my thigh and began to rub and knead his calf from his ankle to his knee,
causing Enoch to moan slightly, "Oh man, Sam.  That feels really good."

After a few minutes of massaging his left calf, I told him I'd do his right
as well and he just nodded, so I switched and placed his right leg on my
thigh and repeated the massage.  Taking a chance, I extended the massage up
onto the back of his thigh, waiting to hear him protest, but all he did was
sigh.  I massaged his thigh up toward the bottom edge of the towel and when
I reached it, I worked my way back down.  Repeating the procedure, I moved
my hands farther up his thigh and under the edge of the towel and stopped.

"Enoch, I can do your whole leg if you want, but if you don't, I`ll stop
here.  You tell me what you want me to do."

He turned his head and looked back at me and said, "I really like it.  Keep
going, please."

I nodded, reached up and lifted the towel to the bottom of his tight little
ass and began massaging his thigh from his knee up to the bottom of his
bottom.  As I did, he spread his legs, giving me better access to his
entire leg.  This allowed me to reach around both sides of his thigh as I
massaged him and I took full advantage of this.  I'd rub up the back of his
thigh to his buttock, and then slide my hands out around the sides of his
leg, the back of my first finger and thumb occasionally bumping up against
the underside of his hot little scrotum and then back down his leg to his
knee.  This elicited a moan of pleasure from Enoch and he spread his legs a
little wider.

"Enoch, do you want me to do your whole body?" I asked.

"Yeah, please," he sighed.

"I'll have to remove the towel," I warned him, "Is that OK?"

He just nodded.  My heart was pounding and I was breathing fast as I
reached up and pulled the edges of the towel away from his waist and the
lifted it right off him.  I now had a naked 14 year old boy lying on my bed
and I was going to be touching him everywhere.  It was a masturbation
fantasy come true.

I curbed my impulse to reach out and grab the unbelievably beautiful globes
of his ass and started massaging him from his calf, up one leg, onto one
firm, strong buttock and over onto the other and down the leg to his ankle.
I repeated this for about 5 minutes and then worked on massaging just his
buttocks, occasionally sliding my hand down into his crevice and farther
down onto his perineum, tickling the back of his sac every so often.  After
a few minutes of this, I, reluctantly, moved up to massage his strong back
and shoulder muscles, marvelling at the development this young stud showed
for a kid of his age.  He continued to moan throughout the entire massage,
which lasted for at least half an hour.  When I'd finished working on his
back, I told him to roll over, but he hesitated.

"I'm just gonna lie here a minute, OK?" he said.

Knowing exactly why he wanted to wait, I said, "That's fine.  But if I know
anything about the male anatomy, once I start working on your front, the
same thing's going to happen.  It's natural.  Every boy gets a boner when
they get a massage, especially at your age.  When I was your age, I'd get
one if the wind happened to blow on it. It won't faze me, but if you want
to wait, no problem."

Enoch lay there for a minute.  I think he was thinking about what I'd said.
Then he rolled onto his back, and lo and behold, there he was, naked, hard
and breathtaking.  His cock was about 5.5 inches long, circumcised, with a
large helmet shaped head, his slit gaping slightly and a drop of precum
oozing out.  It stood out from a small triangular patch of downy black
hairs at the top of his dick.  His balls were the size of large olives and
were held in a wrinkled, almost hairless pouch.

"Wow," I gasped, "You are really hot, Enoch.  You've got a gorgeous body."

He smiled and said, "Really?  You really think so?"

"Oh baby, no doubt about it," I answered and reaching out I began massaging
his chest and shoulders.  As I did, I rubbed and pinched his adorable
nipples, causing Enoch to gasp, and then worked my way down his torso and
across his firm, flat stomach.  I rubbed across his abdomen to his sides
and when I massaged them he twisted and started giggling.  He was ticklish,
how fucking cute.  His giggling was music to my ears, since I sensed that
he hadn't laughed or had much fun in the last long while.  As I worked my
way down his abdomen, I moved below his cute little innie belly button.
This had the expected reaction; his penis got harder and stood up
straighter out of his patch.  I purposely, and with great difficulty,
avoided touching his penis or testicles and started massaging his thighs,
working down to his ankles and back up.  I made sure not to touch his
genitals, and by the time I was finished, his cock was throbbing, the head
almost purple, so engorged with blood was it and he was pushing his hips up
to try and get me to rub it.

"Want me to take care of that problem?" I teased.

Enoch nodded his head vigorously.  So I took pity on the poor boy and
gently took hold of his cock and began stroking it from the base of his
dick up to the head, occasionally rubbing my thumb through his precum and
smearing it across the head.  I reached out with my other hand and gently
grasped his testicles and began kneading them.  Enoch was beginning to
breathe harder and his abdomen was tightening.  I began stroking him harder
and watched as his hips began bucking up toward my hand.

Taking a chance, I leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock, licking up
the precum that was there.  Enoch's eyes, which had been closed, shot open
and he exclaimed, "Oh my god."  I kissed his penis again and slid just the
tip into my mouth as I continued to stroke him and he moaned with pleasure.
I slid more of his hard teen cock into my mouth, slowly moving inch by hard
inch down his shaft until I had it completely engulfed and my lips were
against his black soft pubic hairs.  I used my throat and tongue to milk
his cock and began kneading his balls.

Enoch was moaning more feverishly, "Oh fuck, Sam.  That feels amazing.  Oh
shit.  Ohh yeah, suck me.  Oh yeah."

I started bobbing my head on his cock, sliding my lips up and down his
shaft and making sure I increased the pressure of my lips as they slid
across the corona of the head of his penis.  He began bucking his hips in
earnest and when I reached down and started tickling his perineum, he went
wild.  His hips thrust upward, his balls drew up tight against his body and
his legs went rigid.  He was right on the edge of cumming.

"AAWWWW FUCK.  OH SHIT," he screamed, "Oh yeah, Oh Sam, I'm gonna cum, oh,
gonna cum, oh yeah, oh fuck, oh fuck, OOOOOHHH FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK, ungh, ungh,
ungh ,ungh," he cried as he blasted 2 then 3 then 4 shots of his teen cum
into my mouth, and as he stopped shooting and his cum tailed off to a
dribble, "oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhh fuck, oohhhhh, oohh wowww, oh holy shit,
Sam.  So good, wow.  Oh Sam, that was amazing.  I've never cum that hard."

I let his softening cock slip from my lips and licked them clean.  "That
was fucking hot Enoch.  You're amazing.  I'm glad you enjoyed that as much
as I did."

I slid back up the bed and lay back against the headboard and Enoch moved
up so he was lying beside me.  He rolled onto his side and put his arm
across my chest and gave me a hug.  I slid my arm behind his head so his
head rested on my shoulder and gently stroked the back of it.  We lay like
that for a few minutes before I noticed that Enoch had fallen asleep.  I
slowly drew my arm out from under him and got off the bed so I could get
undressed.  I stripped down to my boxers (I didn't want to freak the kid
out by having him find me naked in bed with him), turned off the lights,
pulled the covers over top of Enoch and slid into bed beside him.  I
wrapped my arm around his shoulders and pulled him to me so his head was
back on my shoulder and fell asleep.

I woke next morning and we hadn't moved.  Enoch was still fast asleep with
his head on my shoulder and his arm draped across my chest.  He looked so
damn adorable I didn't want to wake him, but I had to relieve that early
morning urgency, so I started to climb out of bed.  Unfortunately, it woke
Enoch up and he grabbed my chest and looked at me and asked where I was
going.  It sounded like he thought I was abandoning him, so I leaned over
and kissed his head and told him I was just going to the can and would be
right back.  He let go and just lay there until I returned, wrapping
himself into me as I did.

He smiled and said, "Do you know you kissed me?"

"Yeah, I guess I did," I replied.

He leaned over and kissed my cheek and I kissed his head again.  He looked
me in the eye as he moved in and placed a tentative, light kiss on my lips.
I was surprised, but responded by kissing him back and ran my tongue
against the outside of his lips.  Enoch practically melted into me at that.
His arms wrapped around me and he leaned his head on my shoulder and began
to cry.  I held him tightly, with one hand on the back of his head, patting
it gently as he wept.

"I...I..haven't felt any...anything like that in so..so long," he managed
to say in between sobs.  "No one's...no one's treated me so nice.  I..I
thought no one would...would ever be nice...to me again."

"Shhh..shhh, just relax," I said as I held him, "Everything's fine.
Everything's gonna be OK."  His sobs slowly subsided and he began to
breathe normally again.

"I'm sorry," he began, "I didn't want to do that.  It's just that when you
kissed me, I felt so secure and wanted."

"Enoch, don't worry about it.  I don't know what went on in your past life,
but believe me, you're safe, and wanted."  We held each other for a while
longer and then my bladder got the better of me and I disengaged myself and
went into the can to relieve the pressure.

When I got back to the bed, Enoch was sitting on the edge, naked, and I sat
down beside him, resisting the temptation to grab him and have my way with
him.

"Did you mean what you said about me being wanted?" he asked with a catch
in his throat.

"Look, like I said, I don't know what's happened to you in the past, but
right now, you're safe with me.  If you want to, you can stay with me for
the rest of the trip and then we'll figure out what we're going to do with
you when we get there.  But whatever it is, it'll be your decision.  OK?"

He nodded.