Date: Fri, 21 Nov 2008 20:16:56 -0800 (PST)
From: R M <textinboys17@ymail.com>
Subject: Text-a-Boy Service    /    Part 3

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.

Chapter 3

I've been having a lot of fun with this new Text-A-Boy Service the past few
weeks. There have been many times where it has come in very handy to help
me get rid of a few erections trying to get out of my pants. For the most
part, the boys have been very close to the specifications I'd given to the
service, and the timing has been much faster than I had anticipated.

A few days after my experience with the hot black boy at my school, I was
at a nephew's youth football game. I always go there simply to watch the
young boys run around the field, sweating and grunting. And those tight
shiny football pants they wear leave almost nothing to the imagination when
it comes to the shape of their smooth, fuckable bottoms.

So there I was watching the game, when I was rudely interrupted but my
straining member down below. Watching those asses wiggle by me over and
over had gotten the best of me. I first considered going to jack off in the
bathroom, because I thought no way would the service work here, in the
middle of a bunch of fields, with all the boys already busy. But I thought,
what the hell, and gave the service a text.

A few minutes later, a little longer than usual, I received a surprising
response.

	Field 2
	Concessn stnd
	Dor 1 upstrs
	Halftime

I was shocked that this was even possible, but I immediately started
looking around for field 2. I found it was only one field away from me on
the side of the park. It was a slightly older field than the rest and was
not very crowded, because I guess only the lesser teams played there. I
found the concession building and went slowly around to the back. I found
the first door and tried it. It was unlocked.

I checked around me before heading inside. There were a couple people up
front working the stand to the people watching the game, but this back area
was accessed separately and they would not notice me.

I worked my way up the stairs and into the observation booth where
announcers would broadcast the game to spectators, but it looked like it
hadn't been used in a long time. I took an old folding chair and sat down,
watching the clock tick away to halftime, and cumtime.

I watched out the window, keeping my head low just in case, and wondering
which boy was about to be mine. I could see almost the entire park from up
here so I hoped to see him coming toward me.

I got so involved in the game and running asses in front of me that I
almost forgot what I was up there for until I hear the halftime horn. My
dick instantly sprang up waiting to fill one of those sweaty butts full of
cream. I watched as all the boys ran or jogged to their benches and drink
from their water bottles. A few of the boys checked their cell phones as
well. I guess in this day, kids can't go long without checking their
messages. One of the boys, after checking, looked slightly in my direction,
then walked to his coach. I couldn't tell what he looked like because he
was still wearing his helmet, but I noticed him pointing toward the
building and saying something to his coach. The bathrooms were also near
the building I was in, so I supposed that would've been his excuse.

Eventually he disappeared around the side of the building, and I waited a
moment more before I heard the door creak open, a lock latching, and the
sound of cleats walking up the stairs. The boy almost jogged into the
room. He immediately said the codeword, and I repeated it, but it didn't
seem necessary as it was pretty obvious why I was up there. He didn't even
stop walking as he waited for my response.

He walked over to me and I peered through his helmet, but in the dim
lighting it was hard to see much. As I reached for the straps though, he
stopped me.

"I ain't got much time, just leave it all on and fuck me fast. Coach thinks
I'm just takin' a shit. You can untie the front and slide my pants down to
get in. I shouldn't need any lube cuz I'm sweatin' like hell."

I was so turned on, I didn't even question his instructions. "Allright,
whatever you say man."

I looked one last time inside the helmet enough to see he had a nice tan
with little locks of wet hair sticking to his forehead. His green eyes were
very bright and looked as horny as I felt. I turned him around and moved us
over to the desk the announcers would have laid their papers. There was a
good foot and a half before the bottom of the window so only my head would
have been visible if someone had really been looking hard trying to see
something. Most of us would be in the shadows.

As my hands left his ass, I gave a few nice squeezes and moved them to my
pants to get them off. I started undoing my belt and pants to let them fall
on the floor.

"How old are you boy?"

"13, how old are you, 60?" I assume he said it trying to insult me. What a
little punk.

"I see we got a little wise-ass here, well that's fine with me because it
looks like you got another nice ass to go along with that."

As my pants hit the floor I moved my naked body up behind him and started
rubbing and humping a little bit against his shiny, covered bottom. I felt
around to the front as I did this and put my hands up his shirt feeling his
tight, sweaty chest. He was one of the most ripped boys I had even seen,
his 6-pack more developed than many fit men.

I slid them back down and reached the little show-tie style ropes that held
up his pants. I undid them in about 2 seconds and shimmied his pants and
pant-pads just down under his ass. I rested my dick between his butt cheeks
like a hotdog in a hot warm bun as my hands continued feeling up this
little boy.

I lifted up his jersey to his shoulders so I could see his whole back while
I fucked him. He was number 24, so I assumed he was probably a running
back, but there was no name on the jersey to know anything much else. Sweat
was running down his back to his spine, which ran all the way down to my
dick waiting to enter him.

I moved his arms up on the desk and reached around rubbing his whole belly
and crotch area, feeling a nicely sized boy-dick bouncing around in my
fingers. I put my hands between his legs and moved my feet to make his
spread a little bit more, which was only a little because his pants were
only down a few inches. I took my sweat-covered dick in hand and pressed it
against his tight hole. It didn't take too long to get it all the way in,
and hearing his moan and hiss as it went it was very erotic.

I hit bottom and felt his hot cheeks squishing against my hips, but they
were surprisingly tight. I guess those are runner's legs for you. I felt
his little runner's chest, down to grab his little runner's hips and shoved
in and out of his little runner's fuck-chute.

As my hips were fucking in and out of his ass, we were moving back and
forth against the table, but it was well-made so it didn't move around too
much. I looked down at the field from my window and made sure the coach
didn't come to check on the boy, and I saw all his little teammates
stretching on the field. I looked at all of their little legs and asses
while I plowed into this one. It was as if I was fucking the entire
football team at the same time.

"Come on man, I don't want him to come lookin' for me."

"Don't worry, I won't last long is your hot, little ass."

"You can shoot the cum and leave it in there if you want."

"Good, I was going to. Maybe it will help lubricate your legs and help you
run faster when you get back into the game."

He gave a little laugh, so I guess he was lightening up a bit. I was
pumping faster and harder now, leaning my body farther down toward his. The
smell of his jersey was amazing. I layed my head against it as my hips
worked the boys hole over and over. My head against his helmet was kinda
hard, but actually more sexy than I thought it would be. I wrapped my arms
around him as my bucking became more intense and I knew I would be blasting
soon.

As I got closer and closer to orgasm I started ramming this young boy. I
was fucking in and out of him and his body was shaking on the table. His
helmet his the front of the booth a couple times and he reached up and
grabbed the bottom of the window-ledge to hold on better.

It was a good thing he did, because seeing all those tight boys in uniforms
down there and almost blowing a load into one of their teammates was
bringing me over the edge. I rammed into him the last few times to finish
the job and rammed him against the table.

"Ohhhhhhhh, fuck boy!" I yelled as my dick started shooting loads of cum
into his little runner's hole.

I rested my body heavily on his back and I finished loading him up. He
tried to move under me, but I held him down till I was finished. As I
stopped shooting I pulled out and saw a little drop of cum leaking out of
his hole.

I sat back in my chair to come down from my powerful orgasm, and the boy
backed away from the table. He quickly pulled up his pants without wiping
anything off, and tied them back up.

As he turned around to go back downstairs I saw a little smirk of a smile
under that helmet of his. And before he headed down the stairs he kinda
paused.

"Not bad man, not bad. You gonna stay and watch the game?"

"Actually I'm here with the other team, so I'll stay, but I can't promise
to root for you."

"Well, you already rooted me good, so I guess you don't own me any more
roots."

"Well put boy. Good luck."

With that, he walked down the stairs and I watched him quickly rejoin his
team. His coach didn't say anything to him that I noticed, so maybe I was
quicker than I thought.

I cleaned up a bit and snuck back out to watch my nephew's game. While
watching all these boys, I kept glancing over into the next field to see 24
run up and down the field. I thought that maybe my cum had helped do that,
but then again, maybe he was just a damn fine football player using the
service as a good way to get money for college if a scholarship didn't come
through. Either way, I was relived for the moment, and thought that maybe
more sports could be enjoyed from the inside of a sweaty boy's bottom.


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