Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2009 14:59:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: R M <textinboys17@ymail.com>
Subject: Text-A-Boy Service / Part 10

Disclaimer: Don't read this if you don't want to, or if you are not
supposed to. And for those of you who are worried about how realistic
something is, don't read this either. It is simply for fun, and the only
way to make it really fun is to make stuff up and be fake. So if you just
want a fun story to get off to, then this is for you. And by the way, this
story takes place in a world without std's.

P.S. I also realize this story would never happen in real life because of
the tracking abilities of cell phones and the "shyness" of men who like
boys, but all that aside, it'd be pretty cool.


Also, sorry I didn't continue part 8. I got a few e-mails from people who
felt it seemed like a cliffhanger and wanted to see what happened, but I
don't see myself finishing it. Mostly, that's simply because my mind is way
out of that story right now, and it would feel forced.



Chapter 10


My name is Troy. I'm 12 years old and have been in the Service for a little
less than a year, since I was 11. A friend of mine who's a couple years old
than me had been in the service for a year before that, and he hooked me
up.

Him and I had been fucking around and stuff for a long time, and I noticed
he would be really worn out sometimes in the hole area, and finally
questioned him about it. After he explained everything about the service, I
wanted in. Didn't even think about it. Well, I did, but it was only
thinking about how awesome it would be to get all the money just for
sucking guys and getting fucked, which I like anyway. So after all the
paperwork and formalities, I was signed up.

It's made my life pretty exciting, because I never quite know when A guy's
gonna want a boy like me. I have to hide the texts from my parents and
other friends, and keeping everything a secret was hard at first, but not
so much anymore.

I had thought that I would be getting fucked by a bunch of strangers, and
some of them were, but it was surprising how many I knew either by name or
just by face.

Since being in the program I've found myself being pounded in the ass by my
very own principal in his office, coming early to baseball practice to get
it up the ass from my coach, and even laying on the changing room floor at
the mall looking up at my older cousin's face squished up in orgasm as my
boy-pussy is filled by his cum.

Those and many other experiences have made this last year the best one in
my life so far.

Well, just a couple days ago I was sitting at home in my little
neighborhood doing my homework. My mom was at work, and Dad was out of
town. Around 4:00 I got the text.

	client request
	3 area match
	1st response needed
	est. 30-40 min

I looked at the clock and had well over an hour before my mom got home, and
I was definately in the mood enough to get it right about now, so I quickly
texted back before any other match could take it from me.

	#370012
	client accept
	loc: home

I waited a minute or two for the response saying I had texted first and
would get the hookup.

	confirmed #370012
	desired hookup loc.?

I usually head to the park, maybe the mall, or another place around my
house for a hookup, but since I had the place to myself, I figured why not.

	home
	front unlock
	2fl 2nd br
	5 min

As soon as I sent this one, I put all my homework on the table, and cleaned
up my afternoon snack and turned off the tv.

After unlocking the front door, I headed straight up to my bedroom to get
everything ready. I know what men like when they are with young boys, and
especially in their bedrooms.

I stripped off everything I was wearing and got my secret box out of its
hiding place. I took my lube and got my hole all greased up and ready for
its coming intruder. I grabbed a pair of my old small white briefs and slid
them up my legs. Then I put on a pair of basketball short and an old short
white tshirt. I took some posters I had in the box and put them up. I put a
cool car poster over my 50 Cent poster, and put an X-Men poster over my Lil
Wayne poster. Men like to think boys are younger than they really are, so I
like to play up the innocence. I also put a baseball cap on the desk chair,
threw some dirty clothes on the floor, and threw the Spiderman blanket from
my closet on top of my bed.

About 10 minutes later I was all ready and just waiting on the edge of my
bed when I heard a car pull up. I looked out my window and saw a man in his
late 20s getting out of a car and walking up to the front door. This was
him for sure.

I jumped back on my bed, let my legs hang off the edge, and layed back
trying to look as seductive as possible. When he walked quietly down the
hallway I saw him peek in and smile when he saw me. My body has a way of
doing that. I have girly long brown hair, and big brown eyes with long
lashes. I should've been born a girl, that's for sure. My body is just as
thin as a girl's would be too.

He walked right over to my bed, stood between my legs and leaned right down
and started french kissing me. I grabbed him with my legs and hands,
sticking my tongue in his mouth, slurping away. As I clung to him, his
weight pushed down on me, and I felt how badly he needed a fuck. That thing
in his pants was about to burst through the zipper. I started to grind my
body against his.

He let go of the kiss and slid his hands all over my body, going up under
my shirt and fondling my little nipples and feeling my ribs, arms, and
lower back, eventually sticking his hands into the edge of my shorts. I
layed back on the bed in a big X shape, and let him explore my body all he
wanted.

His hands went everywhere, touching and fondling every inch of my flesh. My
dick was twitching the whole time, and when he was done molesting this
little boy, he took off my shorts and tshirt and got down on the bed next
to me.

"I'm Mitch."

"I'm Troy, and I'm so horny."

"Me too Troy, nice to meet you. How fast do you want to do this?"

"I need to get your thing inside me right now, man."

"Go for it, buddy." He said and turned onto his back.

I jumped up and straddled him, rubbing myself against him on my way up. I
told him to take his shirt off, and he did so as I worked the zipper on his
jeans. His dick strained against his boxerbriefs when I got the pants
off. I brought my face down and licked him through the fabric, leaving a
dark, wet mark along the front. His moans encouraged me to get more.

I grabbed the underwear and slid them down to his knees, suddenly seeing
his bright red knob as a beacon for my hot lips. I rested my crotch on his
legs and started sucking him to get him all wet for me. My long hair was
flopping all over his crotch and he laughed.

"Your hair tickles buddy, but I like it."

I kept bobbing on his meat for a minute, feeling his fingers going through
my hair pushing me down and pulling me up. When I was reading for a
reaming, I pulled off and left my slobber sliding down his shaft.

My briefs were old and had "swiss-cheese-crotch" syndrome, tons of holes
from being worn a whole lot. I had his cock nestled in my cloth-covered
crack and his hands were all over my ass, going in and out of the cloth. I
reached back, grabbed one of the larger holes around my boy-hole, and
ripped the undies open enough for his large dick to poke through.

His hands were on my legs, thighs, and knees as I grabbed his dick under
me, brought myself up and slowly lowered onto him, the lube and spit
squishing on the way down.

Soon, my undie-clad ass cheeks were pushed right against his hairy crotch,
and I felt filled up in my belly. I started bouncing right away, loving
having him inside of me. I put my arms above my head and fucked myself on
his pole. He moaned and groaned and held me around the waist, sliding his
hands up to my armpits and back down. His hips were bucking up into my
little hole hard and fast, and I loved it all.

The font of my undies were getting wet as well as I ground my ass in
circles and up and down. I needed to let my thing out, so I told him. "Hold
on." And I stood up real quick, his dick popping out of me. He looked
shocked, but knew what I was doing. I shucked my undies off, my 4.5 incher
springing up. I threw them aside and squatted back down, his dick going up
me fully in about one second.

"OHH my god", he said, thrusting his hips up again, grabbing me hard around
the hips, and leaning his head far back on my Spiderman pillow.

I really started going at it, thrusting myself down on him as hard as I
could, waving my hand in the air.

"Yee-Haw! ride 'em cowboy! I got me a buckin' bronco here."

Mitch laughed and started bucking his body around more, shoving himself
into me as if he were trying to climb inside.

I felt myself getting close to cumming so I kept bucking on him until I was
about to blow. I warned him and he grabbed my little dick and jacked me to
the end. I flung myself down chest to chest as my cum started blasting up
between us, all over his belly. I kissed him and hugged him tight, and his
hips kept thrusting, hitting my prostate to force out even more cum.

Suddenly his dick got bigger, and through my orgasmic haze, I could feel
him flip me over on my back like a ragdoll, my dick still twitching. My
eyes half-closed, I clung to him and he started power-fucking me against
the bed. His dick smashed into my body, his weight powering behind it.

He grabbed me behind my back, hugging me hard and groaning loudly into my
ear and shoved one big thrust into me and started filling me with cum. He
injected it into me as he whined and moaned, using me like a fuck toy as I
used myself to milk his balls empty.

He finally stopped shooting cum, and layed down on my chest, breathing hard
and sweating on my small body.

After a while, we looked into each other's face.

"Hey Troy, that was hot, you're one sexy little boy."

"I know." I smiled. "You're pretty good yourself."

"Maybe I'll see you around sometime again?"

"Hope so."

"Me too."

With that, he slipped out and off of me, slowly getting dressed. I just
pulled my shorts back on. He waved goodbye and went out the door.

I put all the posters back and threw away the torn undies so Mom wouldn't
find them and ask questions. I deleted the texts, went downstairs, and
finished my homework 20 minutes before she got home.

After dinner and some t.v., I said goodnight and went to bed. I drifted to
sleep, laying under Spiderman who had a mysterious new white stain on his
thigh.



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