Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2012 14:00:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Car Fun

Car Fun
BY
Storyguy22
A work of fiction. All usual disclaimers apply.

      It was shortly following my 12th birthday that our Parish Priest had
approached my Mother about my serving as an altar boy for his weekly
masses. Being a deeply devout Catholic, she of course jumped at the
opportunity, and before I knew what happened, I was participating
regularly. That duty required that I spend inordinate amounts of time under
the supervision of Father O'Brian, much of it actually alone with Father
O'Brian, who seemed to find me more than a little bit attractive. In truth
I suppose I actually was to some degree above average in looks as young
boys go, what with my slight build, longish blond and curly hair, azure
blue eyes, and boyish good looks that were said to be bordering on actually
pretty. At barely five feet and around ninety pounds, I could easily have
been taken for a young girl when dressed in my altar boy robes, a mistake
that seemed to greatly please Father O'Brian who frequently referred to me
as "dear," or "sweetie" as he seized upon any and all opportunities to
touch me in some way, and to be present whenever I was changing into or out
of my altar boy garb.

   In the beginning his leering presence made me uncomfortable, but in time
I actually began to enjoy displaying my slim and hairless body to him, and
I eventually began to preen for him, staying clad in just my small white
underpants far longer than was totally necessary. I always felt his
smoldering gaze on my nearly naked body, and in particular his always
hungry expressions as his stare settled on the small bulges of my boyish
package, or tight little butt. He frequently made remarks about my being so
pretty, and so smooth and petite, and while he spoke softly enough that I
couldn't ever be sure, I swore he often made comments about how badly he
wished he could see it all, and even touch me. The idea of that somehow
excited me, and I began upping the ante on my teasing him as I changed
clothes, often moving close to him while wearing just my undies, and a few
times the way he would almost drool as I did it caused my penis to go all
hard, a condition I was certain he was well aware of as not seeing it
poking out the front of my little briefs would have required him to be
blind.

   Finally the day came when he apparently could no longer contain his lust
for my young body, and as I stood scant inches in front of him with my
boy-boner on full display, he caved in to temptation, and reached out his
hand to grab my rigid penis. As he stroked it, waves of pleasure I had
never know washed over me, and as he tugged down my underwear to expose my
hard little nail and tight little pouch of balls I simply spread apart my
thin legs and thrust my little butt forward, encouraging him to touch me
more, an invitation he eagerly accepted as he began fisting my pulsing
boyhood while his other hand explored my small balls and crinkled sac until
I spewed forth a small offering of my watery boy-cum, a substance he seemed
to revere as he quickly lapped it all up like sweet cream from his fingers,
even scooping up the few drops from the floor on his finger to slip into
his mouth.

   This event was a precursor of countless events to come over the next
year or so wherein Father O'Brian availed himself of my boyish charms,
numerous breathtaking occurrences of him playing with my fully naked young
body, jacking and sucking my rampant young cock until I spurted my creamy
young cum for his consumption.  We of course had reached the necessary
understanding that our activity was highly secret in nature, and I fully
understood that I could never speak of such things outside our mutual bond
for fear of losing the stunning feelings of pleasure his touching and
sucking me offered. I had quickly come to long for his touches and in
particular his sucking, and even eventually his thick cock filling my
little asshole. That last, at first, not so much, but it got better with
time, and he didn't actually do that so often.

   I tell you of my adventures with Father O'Brian so that you might better
understand my devastation at the parental pronouncement that my Father had
been transferred at work, and we were relocating to another city, and my
time with Father O'Brian was at an end. I was simply crushed at the sudden
loss of what had become frequent sexual gratification, and my now fourteen
year old libido on an absolute tear with out of control hormones and
terminal horniness, and absolutely no outlet for it save for daily frantic
masturbation which was a very poor substitute for the touch of a man such
as I had become accustomed. There would be no Father O'Brian substitute in
the small town we had relocated to, the Catholic Church being located in
the next town over, and too great a distance to travel on a near-daily
basis, so it became necessary for me to become creative, and somehow find a
viable method for hooking up with men with a taste for delicate young boys,
sexually speaking.  My answer to this dilemma proved to be hitching rides
along the rural country roads surrounding my new home, and the myriads of
good-ole-boy farmers and traveling salesmen or truck/delivery drivers that
were out there in droves.

   The first time this idea popped into my head I was sitting in a meadow
alongside a fairly well traveled county road, my back resting against a
large oak as I idly toyed with my constantly hard penis outside of the
small cut-off jeans shorts I was wearing. As usual, I had hacked off the
legs as short as possible, leaving my smooth thighs bare a long way up, and
a teaser amount of my firm butt cheeks exposed at the back. The snug crotch
was well swollen with my erect teen cock and plump balls, and the clinging
material left little to imagination if one were so inclined, and as an old
pickup truck flashed past in a cloud of dust I noticed the young cowboy
driving it stuck his arm out the window and made the universal jerk off
motion as he laid on the horn. He had seen me touching myself, I deduced,
and just like that the idea of scoring with a man via hitching a ride hit
me. I quickly stood up, and hurried over to the road where I adjusted my
now half-hard cock in my tight shorts, and peeled my tee shirt over my head
leaving my smooth torso bare to the warm sunshine. I tied the shirt around
my narrow waist, faced the oncoming traffic as I cocked my narrow hip,
smiled widely, and raised my thumb at the first vehicle that approached.

   The car, a big Buick, shot past me at first, but my heart soared as the
brake lights quickly flashed as the man driving swung off the road, and
stopped. I jogged up to the car, and leaned into the passenger window, my
smile as dazzling as I could make it as I greeted the driver, a guy I
guessed to be mid-forties, casually but neatly dressed in Khaki's and a
button up shirt. He returned my greeting, and told me to hop in if I was
going his way, and a few seconds later I was sitting beside him as he
pulled away, quickly resuming speed. As we drove, he glanced at me a few
times, and I saw his eyes flick to my bulging crotch and my bare tummy, and
I felt my balls tingle at his apparent interest. I smiled again, and
sweetly thanked him for picking me up, and he nodded, and asked,

   "A pleasure, Kid...what's your name?"

   "Scotty," I answered, shyly smiling at him again.

   "I'm Jerry," he replied, "and you are a really good looking boy,
Scotty...pretty, even!"

   I blushed appropriately, giving him a little "aw, shucks" look, and he
checked out my bulging little shorts again as he repeated,

   "Don't be embarrassed, Dude, you really are great looking...I like your
hot little shorts, too, by the way."

      "Well...thanks then...uh...these are just old jeans I cut off for
shorts is all...nothing special." I told him.

   He chuckled, openly eyeing my bare chest and tummy as he said,

   "Not only damned good looking, but put together real nice too...real
nice...how old are you, Scotty"?

   "Fourteen, "I answered, "about a month ago."

   "Nice," he uttered, "very nice...kind of a rough age though, as I
remember...horny as hell like all of the time, right:"

   Blushing some more, I giggled sweetly, and then nodded as I replied,

   "For sure...you got that right, Jerry...it sucks, too!"

   He chuckled, nodding, and then he asked me how the local girls were
about putting out any pussy for us horn-dog young boys, and I pouted as I
told him I didn't know any girls around here because I had just moved
here. He clucked his tongue at that, and mentioned that anyone as hot as me
should have them lining up to help me out, and as I shrugged in
helplessness, he went on, getting to his point now as he said,

   "Damn, Scotty, as hot looking as you are, I bet you have a great looking
cock, too...tell you what, Dude...how about I give you $10.00 to let me see
it?"

    Well shit, I thought, just like that I'm back in business! Who knew it
would be this easy, and man, I never even thought about trying to make
money at it...cool!

   Looking slightly shocked, I looked over at Jerry, and arched my blond
eyebrows as I replied,

   "Really...?...I...um...don't know...seems kind of gay, you know?"

   He grinned, his eyes taking me in head to toe and back as he answered,

   "Naw, it ain't gay, Scotty...you are just that sexy, and pretty, and
while it's no big deal, really, I'd just like to see your stuff is
all...you okay with that, Dude?"

      I shrugged, still playing it coy, but it was getting difficult to
pull it off with a full blown boner poking at my little shorts. Finally,
feigning surrender, I shrugged again, and reached for the snap on my
shorts, popping it open and then easing down the zip. I glanced at Jerry,
and he was easing the car off the road, and once stopped, he leaned toward
me, his hungry gaze fixed on my crotch. I reached in, and pulled my hard
dick out, and sat back, letting Jerry see it standing tall and proud out of
the fly of my shorts.

   "Aw fuck, Scotty...I knew it...what a beauty...fuck yea, that is one
sweet young cock, Dude...how about taking the shorts down...I want to see
your balls too, Dude!"

   My own excitement rapidly rising, I quickly complied, lifting my small
butt off the truck seat, I quickly pushed my shorts and briefs down my legs
where I kicked free of them and settled back onto the seat. My pulsing
boyhood raised straight off my groin, the knob-like head pointing at the
roof of the truck. I splayed my thin legs wide, and twisted on the seat
toward Jerry, giving him the best possible view of my tight little scrotum
and the bulging balls within. He muttered something under his breath, and
with a quick glance around, he eased the truck off the road and stopped in
a wide pull out. His full focus was now on my fully exposed stuff, and the
look on his face was priceless, a mix of pain and pleasure. Slowly he
extended his arm toward me, and when his soft hand closed around my rigid
shaft I moaned with pleasure and relief at being touched again by a man,
and amidst a cadence of complimentary remarks he slowly stroked me, his
free hand moving to gently cup and fondle my balls. I was actually
shivering it all felt so darn good, and when Jerry quietly requested that I
get up on my knees facing him so he could suck me, I was there in a
flash. He stared at my rigid boner, and I saw his tongue slide over his
lips before he dipped his head, and licked the oozing knob of my cock. I
gasped in pleasure, and this apparently encouraged Jerry in his task
because he suddenly took my entire five inches of hard boy cock into his
warm, wet mouth and began expertly bobbing over it as his fingers toyed
with my aching young balls.

   Up and down he went, the loud slurping sounds filled the small truck
space, and I began thrusting my hips to match his rhythm. His mouth felt
amazing, and his hands were all over my naked body, touching my tender
little nipples, my ass, and my balls again and again. I began to feel the
sweet tingle in my balls, and I grunted that I was going to shoot soon, and
Jerry backed off just long enough to ask me if I could spurt cum and I
blurted a trembling yes, he pushed me over the edge by insisting that I
give it all to him in his mouth as he resumed his expert sucking. Seconds
later, with a deep growling sound I erupted what felt like the load of my
life, my warm young semen jetting strongly and repeatedly into his mouth as
he swallowed it all down. Spent then and suddenly feeling exhausted I
slumped back against the truck door, and Jerry just kept on gently sucking
my wilting penis as he milked my balls for the last drops. Apparently
satisfied that he had drained me, he sat up, and swiped his mouth with the
back of his hand as he grinned at me, and said,

   "Damn Scotty...that was great...nice big load of sweet young
cum...Jesus, how I love that stuff...it's been too damn long since I tasted
boy cum, and yours is outstanding!"

   My heart still hammering in my chest, I grinned at him, and told him how
great it had felt, that he sucked really, really good. He reached across
and played with my now soft junk a little bit while he bemoaned the fact he
had a schedule to meet and didn't have the time to do more, but he said he
drove this road fairly regularly and he hoped we could hookup again soon,
and as I put my cutoffs back on I told him I thought that would be awesome,
and that I planned on doing lots more hitch-hiking and that I would watch
for him. With that, he handed me the $10.00 bill we had talked about even
though I really didn't want him to after such a super sucking, and after he
drove off, I walked across the road and waited for another man to come
along going the other direction. What the heck, I figured, I needed to get
home somehow, and maybe I could get sucked off again along the way!

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