Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2011 05:30:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Commercial Traveler #10

All the usual disclaimers apply:

+This story is a work of fiction.  If you think it is real, you have a very
active imagination.

+Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do
so.

+Scenes of sexual activity between an adult male and young boy are
represented.  Do not read further if this offends you.

+Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot
accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story.

If you would like to get in touch, please e-mail me at:

			hunterjoe45@yahoo.com

A tip of the hat to 'R M' whose Text-A-Boy stories were my inspiration for
this series.  Thanks 'R M'!  (Text-A-Boy Service - Part 1 is in the
archive, 18 Nov 2008, and the whole series is a fun read!)

I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Support Nifty!   Joe

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THE COMMERCIAL TRAVELER #10 ( Mark )
(copyright 2011, Joe Hunter)

Call me Jack.

Like I explained in the first few stories - I'm 37, a boy lover and I fly
around a lot on business.  A spare cell phone keeps me in contact with a
string of young companions and most of the time when I go anywhere, I'm
already hooked up...

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| Destination:     |
| Local Scout Camp |
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"Tonight...  Come over tonight..."

The boy's excited whisper came through the cell phone over a babble of
young voices yelling and laughing in the background.

"OK," I said.  "Out on the raft?"

"Uh-huh!"

"How's camp goin'?"

"All right..."  There was a pause and then, with unmistakable pride, "We
had a swim meet today.  I won all my races."

"Nice!  You're the champ, kid.  Same time?"

"Uh-huh."

"Be careful sneakin' out."

"Yeah..."

"See ya."

The connection went and I visualized Mark slipping the phone into a pocket,
glancing around to make sure no one had seen or overheard.  Cell phones
were not allowed at the Scout camp and he had to be careful.

Mark was my local hook up.  Now thirteen, I had first spotted him at the
community college pool when he was eleven, going on twelve; a slender yet
sturdy boy with light brown hair, open pleasant features and the smooth
elegant build of a competitive swimmer.  In the midst of a busy free swim
he had been off to one side by himself practicing backstroke flip turns and
when I offered to show him a few pointers he gave me a smile and said,
"Thanks!"

After only a few minutes it was evident that he was enjoying my attention.
He followed the suggestions I gave with enthusiasm, leaned back against me
while we talked, and allowed my hand to rove over him beneath the water.
The second time my palm brushed across his groin I discovered he was hard
beneath his Speedo.

As a rule I avoided recruiting in the community where I lived, but there
are some temptations not worth resisting...

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Mark."

"You on the swim team that practices here?"

"Uh-huh."

"When's your next meet?"

He told me and I promised to come watch him compete.  Then I asked, "You
got a cell phone."

The boy shook his head.  "Uh-uh."

"Let's fix that."  I glanced around the pool.  "Who are you here with?"

"My brother."  He nodded toward a group of older kids fooling around at the
other end.  None of them were paying us any attention.

"Go into the locker room like you're gonna' take a piss," I told him.
"I'll count to twenty and follow.  Get it?"

"Uh-huh."

The boy pulled himself out of the water and walked away while I swam to the
opposite side.  After half a minute or so I climbed out and strolled
casually to the locker room.  Mark was waiting.  We went to my locker and I
gave him one of the spare cells I always carried in my duffel bag.

"Keep it secret," I warned.  "Just you and me, right?"

"Uh-huh!"  He gave me an excited nod.

"My number is already in here, see?"

"Yeah."

"Call me tomorrow and we'll meet someplace."

Mark led me over to his locker and I watched as he slipped the phone
carefully into a pocket of his pants.

"Sure you can keep that a secret from your brother and your parents?"

"Yeah."

We touched fists together and then went back to the pool where we pretended
to work some more on his flip turn while the boy let me rub his hard boner
beneath the water.

The next day was a Saturday and he called right after his morning swim
practice to arrange a meeting at a place not far from his house.  I took
him to the mall so he could pick up a few games for his X-box.  Then we
found a secluded spot where we could park out of sight.  Stretched out in
the back of my SUV Mark let me strip him and lay naked in my arms while I
used fingers and tongue to bring him to his first immature dry climax.

We found it difficult to hook up as often as we wanted.  Part of the
problem was my traveling that took me away so often, but another big
obstacle was Mark's family.  He was the middle child of five, with two
inquisitive older brothers, two nosey younger sisters and two smothering,
overprotective parents.  Given the scrutiny he was under it was all the kid
could do to get away at odd moments.  There was a supply closet at the
college we often used, but on other occasions it was the back of my SUV, an
air mattress in the woods, or - very rarely, when there was enough time -
my house.

Mark quickly learned to like everything and a blue ribbon moment
(literally) came early in our relationship when his relay team won first
place ribbons at a swim meet held in the college pool.  To celebrate Mark
and I snuck off to the supply closet where, after hugs and kisses in the
dark, the boy took off his Speedo, leaned against the wall and allowed me
to lube him up and go all the way for the first time.  When I popped his
cherry, arms around his smooth taut waist while he strained down to loosen
his ring for entry, Mark gave a little cry, and then with a shudder of
desire pushed back against my thrust to take all I could give.

Having been filled that one time, and discovering the pleasure of it, Mark
craved more and was soon giving himself in the back of my SUV, in the woods
on the air mattress, in closets at the college pool and (on one memorable
occasion) in the locker room at a beach after making sure we were the last
ones there.  All through that summer and the following school year we
continued to hook up at odd moments.  My phone would chirp, a text from
Mark would appear telling me where to meet him and the moment we were
together he would be tugging at me, anxious to feel my hardness up inside
him.

That spring Mark turned thirteen and for a present I gave him a gold chain.
We were in the SUV, and as he admired himself in the mirror I explained,
"It's pure gold so the chlorine in the pool won't hurt it.  Plus it'll be
easy to hide from your mom.  You can stuff it in a pocket or down your
sock."

Mark was not a talkative boy, and rarely showed much emotion.  As he stared
into the mirror, touching the chain with his fingertips, his face was more
or less expressionless and I began to worry that I might have given him the
wrong kind of gift.

"You like it?"

Without a word the boy turned to hug me, arms around my neck, burying his
head on my shoulder.  I stroked and patted him, and then he was tugging at
my clothes, pulling me into the back where we stripped and stretched out
naked together.  Mark's eyes gleamed as I ran my fingers on his new chain,
sliding the shiny links over the delicate hollows of his neck.

"Like it?"  I asked again, and he nodded, pressing against me, squirming to
rub his jutting boner on my stomach.  Later, after I had lubed his snug
chute and entered him, the boy moaned in passion, arched up, bucked, jerked
and then for the very first time shot arcs of silvery droplets from the tip
of his pulsing shaft.

When Mark's parents sent him off to a nearby Scout camp that summer we
worried that we might not be able to hook up.  "How'm I gonna' meet you?"
He kept asking in the weeks before going.

"We'll find ways.  You'll see."

And, of course, we had.  The camp was sited on a lake and the second night
there Mark slipped out of his cabin at midnight, stripped in the darkness
by the water's edge and swum out to a raft anchored in the swimming area
where I was waiting for him.  "See?"  I had told him as the boy put his
arms around me.  "It'll be easier to hook up here than at home.  Just keep
that cell phone hidden."

"Uh-huh."  Mark's hands were busy on me beneath the water and moments later
we moved on to other things.

Hooking up at the camp turned out to be so easy we might have done it every
night if it had not been for my travel schedule and the necessity of Mark
getting proper rest for the camp's busy schedule of activities.  When he
called and asked me to come over that night we had only met three previous
times on the raft, but already we had it down to a routine.

There was no moon that night and stars overhead shimmered through air hazy
with humidity.  I turned in at the entrance to the state park, my headlight
beams sweeping over a few parked cars left by night hikers and backpackers.
I pulled in next to them, got the big inflated air mattress out of the back
and with its awkward bulk tucked under my arm took the short path leading
down to the lake.  Across the water's dark surface the scout camp on the
opposite shore was invisible except for a single light coming from the
admin cabin.

I stripped, placing my rolled up clothing between the roots of a big tree
and slipped into water heated by summer sun.  The touch was velvety soft on
my naked skin.  Towing the air mat I did a slow sidestroke toward the camp,
taking my time and making as little noise as possible.

The camp's swim area was marked off by buoys and in the middle, anchored
where the water was deep enough for diving, lay the raft.  The thing was a
wooden platform covered with canvas, built over empty 55-gallon drums that
provided flotation.  I swam to it, pushed the air mat onto the flat surface
and then hauled myself up after it, crouching to maintain a low profile.

Along the dark shoreline I could just make out a lighter color of sandy
beach.  There was a low whistle, which I answered, and then the swish of
something moving through the water.  A minute later the side of the raft
tipped as Mark half pulled himself up, supporting himself on his hands,
hair plastered to his head like a helmet and lithe sturdy body a pale blur
in the dark.

I slid into the water beside him, greeting him with a fond caress, and then
we both ducked under the raft.  The big drums that kept it afloat were
beneath the sides leaving a hollow space in the middle, lit in daytime by
the glow of sunlight diffusing through the water.  At night the space was
pitch black, but with our bodies touching neither the boy nor I needed to
see.  I pulled Mark close with one hand, holding on to a wooden strut with
the other, keeping our heads above water.  Like myself, the boy was naked
and he squirmed, pressing against me, arms around my neck and the hard jut
of his boner pushing on my stomach.

With my free hand I circled a palm on Mark's silky back and shoulders.
Then my fingertips ran down the hollow of his spine until I could cup the
glossy firm swell of hip and butt.  The boy made a soft sound, writhing his
smooth hard body against mine and then lifted his knees, wrapping slender
legs around my waist to open his crease and invite exploration by probing
fingers.  I slid one into him, wiggling the tip to squeeze through the
tight little ring and felt Mark tense as he bore down to loosen it.  A
moment later I was pushing up into his hot moist sweetness, massaging the
firm nub at the base of the boy's quivering rod, and Mark squirmed, arms
tightening around me, his mouth opening to admit my tongue as we kissed.

Gradually, I worked in a second finger, and then, with difficulty, part of
a third.  By then Mark was squirming with impatience, hands sliding over my
shoulders in an ecstasy of longing.  I withdrew my fingers and turned the
boy around, supporting his lithe body with an arm around the waist while he
reached back to position himself.  Holding my rigid shaft with its blunt
tip pushed in his opening, he squirmed, popped it through and then quivered
as I thrust to advance into his tight heat.

"Uh... Uhhhhhhh..."

A soft involuntary moan of pleasure escaped Mark as he was impaled on my
hard rod.  He shuddered and I felt a sudden warmth around my hips that was
his bladder letting go, something he liked doing when I took him in the
water this way, and he jerked a little, giving another soft groan of
ecstasy.  My palm slid down the satiny skin of his chest, circled on lean
defined stomach and then went to his groin where the boy's half limp boy
tube re-stiffened into four inches of quivering circumcised rigidity as my
thumb and forefinger rubbed the shaft.

With the boy filled by my hardness I brought my feet up and braced them on
one of the barrels supporting the side of the raft, forming a hammock of my
body for Mark to lie in.  He spread his legs to either side of mine, flung
his arms back around my head and pressed his firm muscular butt down on my
groin to take me in as far as he could.  My fist pumped his jutting boner
and the first contractions throbbed in the shaft, a series of quick little
jerks that rippled through his loins and the tight walls sheathing my up
thrust rod.  Mark's lean body arched in tension, head and arms straining
back, and then another series of powerful throbs jerked him, bucking his
hips, sending dribbles of slippery warmth running down from his slit over
my stroking fingers.

Mark squirmed on my rigid hardness, writhing to move the tip deep within
himself, and then jerked again as more throbs shot through him.  Again and
again, with steady pumping of my fist, I brought the boy into arching,
jerking spasm until at last he lay limp and panting in the curve of my
body, lithe slender form shuddering and his legs twitching.  By that time
my arm was tired and I released his still rigid boy-stick, sliding my palm
up onto the silky gloss of stomach and chest, stroking and caressing.

"Good?"  I whispered and Mark nodded.

As his racing heartbeat slowed I nudged him and murmured, "Let's go up
top."

The boy moaned softly as I released him, withdrawing from his butt.
Together we sank beneath the side away from the camp and resurfaced into
moonless summer night, a darkness nearly as complete as it had been
underneath the platform.  I held on to the raft with one arm, supporting
Mark with the other, and the boy wrapped himself around me, offering his
mouth for a long deep kiss before scrambling with me up onto the canvas
covered platform.  The soft comfort of the air mattress awaited us and we
settled onto it, the boy nestled in my embrace, exchanging more deep
kisses, our hands exploring each other, palms and fingertips sliding over
slippery wet skin.

"Uh... Uhhhhhhh..."

Mark took hold of my hard straining member, rubbed it and at the same time
pressed the full length of his smooth body to mine, squirming his jutting
shaft against my stomach.

"Fuck me," he begged.  "Fuck me..."

"Sssshhh," I whispered back.  "Noise carries at night over the water."

Running fingertips down the hollow of the boy's delicate spine and then
pushing between the mounds of his firm glossy butt I slid the edge of my
palm through the crease, brushing back and forth over the rim of Mark's
stretched opening.  He made a tiny sound of passion, tightened arms around
me and drew a knee up onto my hip.  As my finger eased into the tight ring
I felt him bear down to relax the clenched muscle.  We kissed again, my
tongue thrusting deep into the boy's mouth as I penetrated him with first
one and then two wiggling fingers, pushing gently because we had no
lubrication except water.  Mark squirmed, twisting in ecstasy when my
probing digits found his tiny nub and massaged it.

"Uhhh... Uhhhhh..."

Our lips parted and Mark's head went back as he arched, squirming to rub
his hard boner on my stomach.  He pulled his knee up higher on my side so
my fingertips could twist farther into him, his breaths coming in little
pants as he pleaded, "Now...  Do me...  Do me...  Do me..."

I was more than ready.  Beneath the boy's pumping fist my stiff rod was so
hard it was painful.  Withdrawing my fingers I turned Mark onto his back
and he drew his slender legs up, offering himself by holding his knees to
either side of his chest.  Eyes closed, he pulled his head back, arching
his lithe sturdy body.

"Now, Jack...  Now...  Now..."

Leaning over him, weight supported on one elbow, I used my free hand to
guide the tip of my straining member into the boy's waiting hole.  Mark
tensed, straining to loosen the ring and I felt him shudder as my thick
head stretched the opening.

There was just enough slipperiness from the work of my fingers.  Mark
pulled his hugged knees apart, there was a tense moment - and then, with a
sudden popping sensation, I was in the boy, the head of my rigid member
engulfed in tight heat.

"Ahh..."

Mark's breath caught in his throat and he arched up, head pulled way back.
For a few seconds the neck of my rod was gripped painfully by a spasm of
the ring and then, with arms and legs wrapped around my body, the boy was
writhing beneath me, accepting my hardness and tugging to urge a thrust.
As I sank in, filling him completely, Mark groaned with pleasure and warmth
gushed on my stomach as his bladder let go once more.

"Oooo... Ohhhhhhhhh..."

Writhing, the boy locked his ankles over the small of my back and slid his
hands on my shoulders in an ecstasy of passion.

"Ssssshh," I cautioned, caressing with a palm.

Mark nodded and then began to squirm, thrusting his hips to move the tip of
my rigid shaft deep within his gut.  "Uhhhh..." he moaned, hugging me,
"Ohhhh..."

Very gently, with the slightest of movements at first, I began to pump my
hips, withdrawing a little and then pushing back in, sliding my shaft in
the boy, gradually increasing the stroke.  Mark arched beneath me,
straining his slender thighs apart and clutching at my shoulders as the
thrusts came faster.  Each time I drove into him he gave a little gasp,
"Ah... Ah... Ah... Oh... Oh..." and his boy-rod, flaccid after I had
entered him, rubbed against my stomach, stiffening once more into quivering
rigidity.

"Uhhhhhhhhh..."

A sudden throb jerked the boy and he clung desperately, arms and legs
locked around me, shuddering and bucking from contractions pulsing in his
loins.

"Ohh... Ohhhhhhhh..."

As the throbbing subsided I thrust up into him as far as I could, locking
my groin to the boy's stretched ass and then resumed my pumping with Mark
writhing in passion, straining to take me deep and tugging at my shoulders
to urge a faster pace.  Sheathed in the tight grasp of his boy chute I slid
in and out, grinding at the completion of each stroke, moving my tip up in
him, and Mark groaned in pleasure, young silky body arching in quivering
tension, jerking, thrusting and shuddering as more pulsing spasms rippled
through him.

"Ahh...  Uhhhh...  Don't stop...  Don't stop..." he pleaded, hugging
against me.

Thrusting and grinding I kept drilling the boy, sending him into spasm
after arching spasm, his slender young body heaving and the hard jut of a
rigid boy stick throbbing against my stomach.  Lost in passion Mark stared
sightlessly upward, tightening his arms around me at each peak, hips
jerking, legs kicking.  Then after shuddering release his ankles would lock
on the small of my back once more and he would tug at me, trying to pull me
deeper on every thrust while his hands clutched at my back and shoulders.

The sweet writhing of the boy's silky body beneath my own, the arching
tension and panting moans as my shaft slid within him, sent shuddering
thrills racing through me.  My hips bucked and when I squeezed to hold back
Mark felt it.  Hugging even tighter, he jerked in a little release of his
own, and then lifted his hips in a desperate effort to give himself even
more completely.

Overcome by his response I barely contained a surge in my loins as passion
for the boy took me.  I bent to kiss the top of his head and suddenly the
need to pleasure him, to cherish and protect him, seemed more important
than life itself.  I slid within him, matching my thrusts to his movements
and letting him set the rhythm so he could squirm and arch in spasm after
shuddering spasm.

When at last my own need came and I could hold back no more I pumped
faster, and Mark, knowing what was to come, grabbed at me, head thrown back
as his slender body lifted to mine.  I thrust harder, spurred on by his
total surrender, slippery warmth gushing from my tip.  With a final thrust
into the boy I locked my groin to his smooth ass, arched in tension and
hung for a moment, poised on the brink.  Then Mark began to jerk and the
wave broke over me.  Powerful contractions in my rigid shaft spurted floods
of semen into Mark who heaved with me, legs kicking, stiff boner throbbing
against my stomach.  We bucked against each other, arching, straining,
shuddering in release...

And then it was over, pulsations dying away, and I was supporting myself to
keep my weight off the boy while he clung, panting, his lovely young body
slick with sweat.  Squirming, he reached down, attempting to hold me in,
but I was already softening and as I slipped out I rolled onto my side,
taking him with me and Mark wiggled to reposition himself, pressing full
length and pulling a knee up over my hip.

"Do it more," he pleaded, hugging and twisting his hips.

The hard jut of his thick little boner pushed into my stomach and I could
feel the thud of his excited heartbeat on my chest.  Still too immature for
full climax Mark's young passive ardor was never satisfied no matter how
much I gave him.  I stroked the boy, kissing him on the lips and whispered,
"You've had enough.  If we do any more you won't be able to sit down
tomorrow."

This was an inside joke between us, referring to an incident of the year
before, and it brought an amused little sound from him.  He squirmed even
closer, rubbing his stiffness on me, kissing and opening his mouth to admit
my tongue.  For a time we lay hugged close on the air mat, arms around each
other, sweaty bodies wrapped in the thick warm air of the summer night.
Then, at last, I tickled the boy, making him giggle softly, and rolled him
onto his back.  He stretched, showing off his elegant swimmer's form, and
stared up at me, eyes shining in the darkness.

"When you comin' again?"

I caressed him, circling a palm on his silky chest and stomach.  "Soon as I
can.  I gotta' make a few business trips.  Call me next Monday."

"Nooooo..."  Mark took my hand and pulled it down into his groin, placing
my fingers on his still erect four-inch rod.  "Come tomorrow!"

"Gotta' make the trips first."

Using a hard fast rhythm I pumped the boy while he lay with his arms
stretched back behind his head, straining to arch himself and then jerking,
hips bucking as throbs pulsed at the base of his jutting boner.

"Uh...  Uhhhh... Uhhhhhhhh..."

Mark's firm young body writhed beneath my hand, slippery warmth oozing from
his slit, dribbling over my stroking fingers.  He arched up, quivering in
tension as I pumped even faster and then after a series of quick thrusts,
collapsed back onto the mattress with a shuddering sigh.

"OK," I told him, letting go of his thick little shaft, sliding my palm
over glossy hip and thigh.  "You've had enough.  You need to get back."

"Uh-uh."  Mark shook his head.  "Do it more..."

He reached for my hand but I tickled him, digging my fingers into his belly
and he curled up, choking with suppressed laughter.

"Enough!" I whispered into his ear.  "You gotta' go back now!  You get
caught sneakin' around at night and it'll wreck everything!"

Mark giggled.  "I ain't gonna' get caught."

"Yeah?  Well, be careful."

With reluctance Mark crawled with me to the edge of the raft where we both
slipped noiselessly into the water.

"Call me with all the news'," I whispered.  "I like hearin' about what
you're doin'.  I'll let you know if I can come Monday."

"Uh-huh."  Mark pressed against me, pulling my hand down once more into his
crotch so I could rub while we exchanged a final kiss.  Then he swam
silently away, heading for camp.  The night was so dark I barely caught a
glimpse of his shadowy form, silhouetted for an instant against the sandy
beach when he reached shore.  Then he disappeared.

Pulling the mat behind me I side stroked back to where I had left my
clothes.  "Monday," I told myself, pulling them on.  "Monday..."

I wanted to take advantage of the warm summer nights while we could.  It
was much easier to hook up with Mark at camp, away from the smothering
supervision of home, and time was already spilling away like grains of sand
in an hourglass.  All too soon we would be back to encounters in closets,
or the rear of my SUV, odd moments stolen from his strict schedule.

Have him now, while you can, I told myself, trudging back to the parking
area, bulky air mat under my arm.  A year from now he'll be fourteen,
changing, anticipating high school - and then...

Boyhood passes so very quickly - a dazzling instant, then gone, only a
fading memory left behind.  Long before I was ready, the days of Mark's
eagerness and golden beauty, seemingly endless to both of us now, would
pass away.  Our time together was precious and I knew we must take as much
of it as we could before it ended.

Meanwhile I had another business trip to make; and waiting at my
destination was another boy, a baseball player rather than a swimmer, with
blond hair and a lean compact appearance, different from Mark but just as
passionately eager to explore the wonders of his body.  He needed my time,
along with all the others, and I smiled at the thought of the gift I would
be bringing for him.

So many boys, so little time, I thought when I reached the car; and
although I knew the summer days could not last forever, they still seemed
to stretch ahead in endless glittering array...  Priceless, ready for
use...

"Don't ever waste them," I whispered to myself.  "Don't ever waste them.
Winter will follow..."

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Hope you enjoyed it!  This story is the tenth of a twenty-four part series
that features the same central character.  There will be something for
everyone - single hook ups, doubles, twins, first times and hand offs.
Drop me a line if you have a favorite chapter (I do, but won't reveal it).
Look for a new chapter or two each month.

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