Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2011 15:11:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cruising Rural Boys (2)

Cruising Rural Boys
By
Storyguy22

(2)

   The day following my little afternoon delight with Sam, I managed the
self discipline necessary to complete some backed up work. While I managed
to get caught up on the manuscripts it had not been easy what with my mind
continually returning to the delightful events of the previous afternoon
with young Sam.

   Finally, I had enough with the reading, and I got myself a cup of coffee
and wandered outside to the front porch to enjoy it. Sipping at the coffee
I gazed around at the vast emptiness of the surrounding terrain, the
distant focus being recuperative to my eyestrain, and when my wandering
eyes settled onto the rural road that ran past the property I spotted what
appeared to be a young lad walking long as he pushed a bicycle. My antenna
went on alert, and I quickly started walking down the driveway, my cover
being that I was going to check the mailbox at the road.

   Drawing closer, I confirmed that the walker was indeed a boy who
appeared to be pretty much right in my personal wheelhouse, that is to say
around thirteen or fourteen, and cute as a bug with a lean and toned
body. He was dressed in cotton shorts, shirtless with a brightly colored
tee shirt was slung over the bike handlebars, and his satin smooth skin was
glistening with light sweat from his exertions of walking in the heat and
pushing the bike, which I now noticed had a flat front tire. I peered into
my mailbox, and extracted a few pieces of junk mail, and then paused to
greet the boy who had by now reached my position. He stopped walking, and
lifted his forearm to swipe at his sweaty brow, and I felt my cock stir as
I peered at the small tuft of soft looking hair at his creamy underarm. He
spoke a greeting, and the lilt of his boy-going-man voice sent another jolt
to my balls. He mentioned something about it being hot, and I very nearly
made some reply about him being hot as well, but caught myself, thinking
that might be a touch strong this early in our meeting.

   But hot he was, definitely. I began to wonder if there wasn't something
about the local water supply and/or diet that seemed to render all these
local boys so very sexy. This particular specimen was about 5' 4" or so,
and I guessed around 100 pounds, give or take. He had light brown hair worn
short in one of those typical boys' haircuts, and his somewhat heavy
eyebrows were a perfect match. His eyes were a hazel shade of brown, and he
had the cutest button nose, and a lush mouth with slightly puffy lips that
I could well imagine kissing endlessly. He was lean, well tanned, and
smooth as glass across his exposed chest and soft tummy, and below the
shorts his legs were well formed, and hairless. I could only speculate of
course with regard to the treasures that lay hidden behind the shorts, but
whatever the particular dimensions turned out to be, I was certain it would
all prove delicious, and perfect; definitely a speculation I was eager to
validate.

   We chatted a bit, and I learned that he had been on a long bicycle ride
when his front tire had gone flat, and that he had been humping it homeward
in the heat for over an hour, with a good mile or more left to go. I bent
to examine the tire, and seized the opportunity to closely examine the
bulges at his crotch, and then I suggested that if he wanted we could take
the bike up to my shop and attempt to repair the flat, and failing that
possibility, I would be glad to load the bike in the truck, and drive him
home. He quickly agreed, a brilliant grin painting over his cherubic young
face, and we started down the driveway. In route I suggested a brief
respite in the air conditioned house and a glass of something cool, and he
eagerly accepted, adding with a soft giggle that he also really needed to
use the bathroom. I chuckled my understanding and ruffled his soft hair as
I resisted the temptation to offer to hold his penis for him while he
whizzed. Again, a bit much, a bit soon, but tempting none the less.

   Inside, Dillon, as I had learned his name was, headed off to the john
while I went to fill a couple of tall glasses with cold fresh lemonade that
I had whipped up that morning with fresh lemons from the tree out back. I
set them on the kitchen table, and sat down to await the return of my new
prey...um... new friend. Soon enough he reappeared, his gaze going to the
tall glass of chilled lemonade, and I indicated he should sit down, and
enjoy. He complied quickly, and then downed the drink in a single pull as I
watched his small Adam's apple bob up and down. I let my hungry gaze linger
on his small brown nipples as I imagined licking and sucking the tender
nubbins, and then I got up to refill his glass. We sat there a good half
hour, chatting easily and getting comfortable with each other as I asked
about his interests and his school life, and when I commented that as cute
as he was I Imagined he had his hands full fending off the local teen girls
he flushed, and kind of giggled as he made a remark that sounded like "yea,
right...I wish!" Feigning surprise at his comeback, I followed up with some
mild inquiries regarding the local girls, and learned that much to Dillon's
lament he was exceedingly shy when it came to interaction with the fair
young maidens, and that aside, most of them were burdened with the typical
rural redneck type of fathers that were not about to allow their sweet
young daughters to fall prey to any of the local boys. A decidedly
paradoxical situation that left poor Dillon pretty much out of luck with
regard to losing his virginity anytime soon. Acting as though that sort of
dilemma during my own youth had been the motivator for my having taken up
an interest in sexually exploring with other boys in an attempt to in some
manner alleviate my state of constant horniness in a way I found far
preferable to solo masturbation, though I admitted to having also regularly
given in to that particular urge when no option was available. Dillon
regarded me with intense interest as I poured out this little confession,
and then he considered it a moment before asking,

   "Really...?...you mean that you actually did...sexy stuff...with
boys...?"

   I nodded calmly, giving the boy a sly smile as I replied,

   "Yup, sure did...and it was...it is...awesome, too."

   Again, he considered that a bit, and then shyly dismissed the notion,
making a comment about there being no way that he could ever dare to make
such a proposal to any of the local lads without being totally chastised
forever as a "fag."

   I shrugged, telling him that he actually might be quite surprised should
he ever make such overtures to the right boy, but I also said that I
understood the stigma of small town rural life that might well be the
result of him ever opening himself up to such a touchy proposal. That
pretty much left the best option to explore the interest, assuming there
was an interest, with someone non-local, and more understanding and mature
on the subject. I watched his wheels turn as he chewed on that oh-so-subtle
hint, and after a moment he locked those doe-like eyes on mine, and with a
deep breath he asked,

   "You mean somebody like you, right?"

   Another casual shrug, and then I replied, holding his gaze,

   "If you would be interested, Dillon, I certainly would, yes."

   "Wow." He uttered.

 I chuckled, leaning over to place my hand on his smooth thigh as I assured
him,

   "I'm sure you would have much more to offer than "wow" by the time I
showed you my whole bag of feel-good tricks, Dillon...a lot more,
actually...and the best part is that no one but you and I would ever know
about it...in fact, I'd need to insist on that part since you are not quite
what is referred to in certain circles as "of age," which is actually my
particular preference."

   He stared at me, and glanced down at my hand which was still resting on
his thigh, and then he looked at me again, and inquired nervously,



   I smiled warmly, and answered that I would happily do anything that he
thought he might like to experience, or had fantasized about during what I
guessed were frequent jackoff sessions, and then elaborated that my own
particular favorite when engaging a young cutie like himself was sucking
the boy off, and taking his sweet cream in my mouth. His eyes popped open
to saucer size as his eyebrows arched mightily, and he squeaked,

   "Really...wow...!"

   I could have sworn that I heard that already, but let it go as I simply
nodded my affirmation as I let my hand slide up his leg until I touched his
crotch. He gasped loudly, and flinched, but made no attempt to push me
away, or to jump up, so I continued to grope his treasures gently as I felt
it quickly stiffen under my grasp.

   "Oh, jeez...!: he chirped, watching me intently as I rubbed his young
erection over his shorts.

   "Feels good, huh...?" I said, "And it only gets better, Dillon...a lot
better...!"

   "Oh man...yea, it feels freaking amazing...nobody but me has ever
touched me like that...jeez, it's awesome!" he blurted rapidly.

   "Stand up, Buddy..." I directed, and he quickly jumped to his feet
before me, not quite sure what to do with his hands as I emboldened my
groping of his nicely sized boyhood.

   Eager now to see my prize, I eased his shorts and the little white
briefs he was wearing down his legs, and off his feet. Sitting back, I took
a good look at the boy, my mouth actually drooling. What a young beauty he
was, his rigid erection jutting forth from his sparse patch of brown pubic
hair, with a nicely plump and pink pouch of boy-balls dangling below. He
was circumcised, the shearing leaving a lovely little mushroom of a knob at
the tip of a good five inch long boner, and it looked smooth as glass and
hard as a spike. It actually pulsed slightly with his quickly mounting
excitement, and as I reached for it, he actually squealed aloud. Grasping
the narrow reed, I pumped it, and ran my thumb across the smooth knob, and
for just a moment I feared he might actually collapse, and slide to the
floor. I moved my free hand to his tight ball sack and gently cupped it,
sensing the small orbs moving within, and he shuddered as a low moan
erupted from his chest. I glanced up at his very flushed face, and saw his
glazed over eyes looking down at my activity, and I asked softly,

   "Good, Dillon...?...you like this okay?"

   He nodded rapidly, apparently momentarily speechless, and I winked at
him as I told him great his package looked, and felt, and then I quietly
asked him if I could suck his cock. He groaned again, and sputtered,

   "Oh jeez...God...YEssssss...do it...suck...me...!"

   Music to my ears, definitely, and in a flash I leaned in, and slid that
delicious staff into my drooling mouth, and sucked it, my head bobbing
steadily as my hand rolled and tugged his tender balls, and Dillon actually
sounded like a cat purring above me. Dear God, he was simply delicious, all
boy, and nearly instantly oozing a steady flow of sweet/tart precum fluid
over my tongue. Heaven, simply heaven, and given the opportunity, I could
happily spend a majority of my remaining days just like this, a beautiful
teen boy-cock filling my hungry mouth. Hoping to elongate the stunning
encounter, I eased off his throbbing nail and moved to lick his scrotum,
carefully taking his balls into my mouth to suck on as he tugged at my hair
with his fingers, that mewing sound a steady cadence now. Backing off his
balls then, I gripped his rigid shaft and pumped it as I told him,

   "Dillon...whenever you are ready, I want you to shoot inside my
mouth...I love boy-cum, and I don't want you trying to pull away,
understand?"

   Incredulous, he looked down at me, and then he closed his eyes, and
replied simply,

   "Oh...my...God...!"

   I resumed sucking him in earnest then, finding my rhythm as I savored
his slick cock sliding in my saliva filled mouth and the stinging taste of
his flowing juices, and I gently tugged on his balls until he suddenly
rocked up onto his toes, and thrust sharply forward as a deep growl came
from him, and his warm and creamy nectar suddenly spurted into my waiting
mouth in rapid jets. I relished each offering as it presented, certain that
no better flavor or texture existed on earth, and I actually felt a letdown
when his creamy flow slowed, and then ceased. I continued to suckle his
wilting boyhood as it softened, and then backed off as he began squirming
from the intense sensitivity that followed a massive ejaculation, and I sat
back on my chair to look up at him. He was flushed, and seemingly
astonished, and I grinned at him as I showed him the fruits of his effort,
and he giggled sweetly as I happily swallowed it all down in one big
gulp. Scrumptious, I decided, simply nectar of the Gods!

   All that activity called for another round of lemonade, and then a
repeat blow job for my suddenly addicted young friend, and then I loaded
the disabled bike in the truck, and drove the boy home. As we parted ways,
he promised to drop by the house soon for another sample of what might lurk
in my bag of tricks, and as I drove back to the house, I mulled over the
many possibilities.

(Story Continues)
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