Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2008 06:31:01 -0800 (PST)
From: R M <textinboys17@ymail.com>
Subject: Text-a-Boy Service    /    Part 4

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 4

Ever since I've been using this new service my mind has been wandering all
over the place. I've been trying to imagine how many places I could take
advantage of it, and wondering about all the men and boys passing me
wondering if they were maybe also a part of the service. And going on
farther, there may have been times where I was just a few feet away from a
hooking up happening, just hidden from my view.

So here I was now, working my regular job, enjoying random fucks from hot
boys whenever I wanted. I was definitely enjoying my life.

The school district I work for wanted to send me to a conference for some
blah-blah-blah reason. So here I am at the airport, sitting and waiting for
my ride, and I was wondering if I dared try what my dick wanted me to do.

The rules said that in the event of places where phones may not be allowed,
such as a plane ride, libraries, whatever, the request must be made before
the event occurs, while each participant still has their cell phone.

I texted my request as well as the flight number. This was the longest I
had ever had to wait for a response, so I assumed it wouldn't work to have
an in-flight hook-up, but eventually it came. It said
	Rear bthrm #4
	entr@ exat 2:04
	unlock@ 2:14
	make it quick

This was going to be very interesting. I was going to have to have very
good timing and unlock the door at the perfect time. I had been wondering
how they would avoid some suspicion, but this made some kind of sense.

So sitting at the gate, I was waiting the longest half hour in the world
for my flight to start boarding. I was trying to hide my growing erection,
and to make it go down I was reading the newspaper. I worst would be for
someone to notice my little "problem" before I had the chance to take care
of it inside some little boy.

Finally it came time to board, and I was seated toward the middle of the
plane. I sat down and as the other passengers started boarding I was
looking at all of the boys trying to figure out which one was about to be
filled with my cream. There were only 3 who I thought may be a part of the
service, and to tell you the truth, they were all pretty hot, but there was
one boy with olive skin and dark brown wavy hair falling slightly into his
eyes. His eyes also seemed to be glancing around the cabin for the same
reason I was. He never caught my glance, but I hoped he was the one.

We got ready to go and the plane took off around 1:00, and we were going
across a lot of the country and the flight was over 2 hours. I sat there
tapping my foot, reading the paper without understanding any of the words
and glancing at the clock on my phone so often it seemed to never move.

Finally, it hit 2:02, so I slowly got up as casual as possible, and moved
to the back of the plane. It was not very full, and those who were near the
back were just looking out the window, reading, listening to music,
sleeping, or otherwise doing nothing that would make them take notice of
me. There were 4 bathrooms in the back, so more than one person in the area
would not be suspicious behavior. I went to the last one on the right,
which had a little metal tag saying "4" on it. At exactly 2:04 I opened the
door, went inside and slide the latch shut.

The space was pretty cramped, as any of you who have been in an airplane
bathroom would know. Basically about 6 or 7 square feet in area; most of
the space being filled with the toilet and little sink. I sat on the toilet
and waited, as hard as a rock. The text said make it quick, and I
understood the reason behind that. To help it move faster I went ahead and
got myself even more "excited", picturing what was about to happen. I also
lubed myself up. Anything I could do to get a few extra second of boy booty
would be good.

I watched the phone carefully as it hit 2:13. I had my hand on the latch,
and as soon as it hit 2:14, I unlocked the door as quietly as possible and
waited. It seemed like an eternity, but it was more likely about 15 seconds
when I saw it start to slide open.

My dream came true as a little boy quickly slid inside as if there was not
a person in there blocking his entrance, and closed and locked the door
behind him.

JACKPOT, I thought. It was the exact boy I had been hoping would come in
here. His dark eyes looked into mine and he looked like a very fun kid to
play with.

He noticed my dick sticking out of my boxer fly and grabbed it and started
stroking it. He really had to get going as well, and I assume that was
because he got the same message as me to "make it quick."

"Hey little buddy," I whispered, "not too much ok, I already got it pretty
worked up for you."

"Cool, my name's Tony."

"I'm Mitch, nice to meet you Tony, how old are you?"

"I'm gonna be 10 in a few weeks."

I was freaking out inside, this was totally awesome! Much better than
anything I wanted. I had never had a boy so young before. 9 years old?!
Single digits?! I was in heaven. Here he was, stroking me up, preparing my
8 inch buddy to get up inside him.

He pushed me a little bit backwards until I was sitting back down on the
toilet seat.

"I wanna ride you."

"Are you sure, won't that take too much time?"

"I'm good like that."

He was very confident for such a sexy little boy slut. I was really into
that though, and let him have his way.

I felt up his body and lifted his shirt over his head and layed it on the
little counter they had in there. He wasn't really well defined yet, but he
was on the way there. Most of the little kid fat gone, and his chest was
getting some definition to it. Very hot though. And absolutely no hair
under the pits.

I took his jeans and started to undo the belt, but they seemed loose enough
so I just slid them down to his knees. He was wearing plaid boxers and I
let my fingers glide over his belly and sides just brushing the top of his
boxers. I slid down his sides and grabbed the bottom of the boxers. I moved
them down his silky, smooth thighs, and waited to see his...pair of briefs?

"What's with the double-undies, little buddy?"

"Oh, I wear boxers so they stick up out of my jeans and I can look cool,
but I like how briefs feel on me. Plus they help hold in more cum after a
hook-up. "

"Makes sense." I replied as I was working the tighty whities down as
well. He had the cutest little dicky for a 9, almost 10, year old boy. I
was only a couple inches long and still as smooth as the day he was born.

He then proceeded to look like an acrobat with those legs bending around in
that small area, trying to get all his garments off of his legs and then to
maneuver himself so he was straddling me, crouching on the sides of the
toilet area, holding on to the handicapped assistance bars on the sides. I
helped hold him up with my hands though.

I kept holding his as he let go with one of his hands and grabbed my dick
once again to guide it to its temporary home. As it hit the entrance of his
hot, horny, whore-hole, I held tightly. He wasted no time in sliding down
my shaft, lube squishing all the way down. Even thought I knew he was
experienced, I still didn't expect him to take it all, but he surprised me,
sighing in satisfaction as he hit my pubes. His little dick bouncing to
attention all the way down, finally pointing straight at my face.

I looked into his eyes as he wrapped his arms around me, and I wrapped mine
around him. I moved toward him and he let me kiss him. Not only did he let
me, but he started kissing back with the full pouty lips on his gorgeous,
smooth, olive face. Between smooches I told him we had better get going, so
he started gyrating his hips around, giving my dick a wild ride in his boy
cunt.

My fingers were wrapped up in his hair as we made out and as he grinded on
my lap, and they traced their way down his shoulders, back, and hips. I
roughly grabbed his ass cheeks and massaged them, fondled them, and
otherwise felt his ass up all over so I would know that surface with my
eyes closed, which they in fact were.

Grabbing his little hips, I started thrusting up into his tight hole. He,
in turn, was bouncing on me, to help get everything going. I opened my eyes
again and looked as his hot little face, with his mouth open in pleasure,
his tongue licking his lips. Mine came out to join it, and I started
licking all over this little boy's face.

I knew I was getting close to I warned him and started fucking up into him
a little faster. I wrapped both my arms around him, one up in his hair,
holding his head to mine and we made out and licked each other. He kept
bouncing on me, his little dick slapping my stomach with each downward
thrust. I had to hold his mouth closed with my own because his moaning was
getting a little too loud, I thought.

As I was about to blow, I held him hard against me and shoved his little
frame onto my cock as it started to send cream racing up into him. I was
almost shaking in my orgasm.

"Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuck, I'm filling you up now little Tony. Ahhhhhhhh, yeah
baby."

"Oh, oh, uh, UH, OH, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh." He replied, as his dick was violently
twitching with an obvious dry orgasm.

I was impressed I was able to give a boy an orgasm like that without even
touching his dick. That was a first for me. First the Mile High Club, and
now this. What a good day this was turning out to be for me.

He rested his head against me as we both came down from our orgasmic
highs. I knew we had to hurry so I leaned him back and gave him one more
big sloppy kiss as my dick plopped out of his ass and he got off my
lap. Before any cum could leak down he wiped his butt with a piece of
toilet paper and did his acrobat thing again to get redressed. I fixed his
messed up hair a little and wiped some of my saliva off his face. I pulled
up my pants as we stood there as close as two people can be in an airplane
bathroom, waiting to time his exit when we didn't hear anyone outside who
may be waiting to come in.

Right before he opened the door I gave his ass one final squeeze and
pressed my crotch up against it, so that it may forever remember the
intruder from the rear. I kissed his head as he unlocked the door.

"Welcome to the Mile High Club." I whispered to him as he was opening the
little door.

As he was stepping out, officially leaving the hook-up, he turned around,
gave me a little wink, and pretending to hold up a little card, replied,
"Member since 2006."

I locked the door behind him and was shocked into silence imagining this
boy two fucking years ago, getting ass-fucked thousands of feet in the
air. And at only 7 years old no less. What a dream that much have been for
his first man.

I eventually returned to my seat, and per the instructions, did not even
try to locate my boy during the rest of the flight, or as we unboarded. As
I was walking down the concourse on my way to the car rental wing, I saw
him with his parents, walking ahead of me about 20 feet. Now he knows the
rules about making any kind of noticeable contact, but what he did next
could never be proven to be for my or his benefit, and even I'll never know
if it was on purpose or not. But before they turned the corner to the
baggage pick-up, he wiped something off his face with the bottom of his
shirt, giving me a final view of that tight, slender, tan backside of his
which led down to his baggy jeans, sagging just enough to see a little
strip of boxers and a little strip of briefs, both of which were no doubt
trying to soak up and contain my oozing cum.


Feel free to e-mail me with thoughts, comments, or constructive criticism
at Textinboys17@ymail.com

I'd also like to let you know that because of Thanksgiving coming up, I may
not get to the next chapter for a few days now, but we'll see how it
goes. But there will be more coming, and more cumming.