Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2008 16:05:56 -0800 (PST)
From: R M <textinboys17@ymail.com>
Subject: Text-a-Boy Service / Part 6

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.

Sorry it's been so long, but different things have come up, and well, life
gets in the way, but I promised more, so here we go.



Chapter 6

I'm a big sports fan, as you may have guessed, and I love football. I next
decided to use the service while I was at a local NFL game. I bought the
tickets and drove there early in the morning to hang out in the city before
going to the game. I was absolutely certain in a crowd of 70,000 there
would be at least one hot boy hot for horny guys.

So I'm exploring this city, when I suddenly get really aroused thinking
about what might happen at the game later on, and it becomes hard to hide
that fact, so I figure why not get one over with early. There will be
plenty of time at the game later to go for it again, I thought. So walking
down the main strip, I gave the service that same old text request.

I continued to window shop, looking in the stores and the reflections at
passing boys, letting myself get harder, because now I knew I was about to
get my thirst quenched. As I was doing this, I got my answer.

	2nd Ave.
	Clothn str
	bys chng rm
	#7 10 mins

I immediately started looking for second avenue, and began walking in that
direction. A couple minutes later I was walking down second and saw the
department store on my right. It was one of those really big nationwide
chains. Probably had two floors on the inside. I walked in and went to the
directory to find the boys' section. I was up on the second floor, so I
made my way up there with the intention of shopping for a nephew, in case
anyone asked.

I found the boys changing room and waited outside because I still had a
minute or two left. It wasn't too crowded in the store, just a few people
walking about, looking at the clothing, mostly women actually. I wondered
where this boy would be coming from. As my time approached, I walked in to
the hallway with changing rooms coming off each side.

It was a perfect spot, in a far corner of the store, and stall number 7 was
at the end of the hall, farthest from the main door. These rooms had fully
closing doors with locks, not those flimsy clicking latches. Althought,
they were still open at the top, so the noise level was going to have to be
watched closely. I noticed all the doors I walked past were open and empty,
so I guess this early Sunday morning was not a popular time for boys to be
out shopping. Fortunately, the stall at the end of the hall was closed.

I walked up to it, and fairly confident because of my previous encounters,
simply tried the handle. It opened, and I walked straight in.

I quickly closed the door and looked at my boy up and down. He had short
dark hair, cut in a messy style, kind of sticking all over the place with a
gel of some kind. he looked to be about 11 or 12. He had soft, tan skin,
dark eyes, and a killer wicked grin surrounded by full lips.

He was bending over, facing away from me, but watching me through the
mirror, as I walked in. He had a stack of clothes on the small bench and a
pile on the floor consisting of a shirt, socks, and jeans sitting on his
sneakers. he was wearing briefs with little stripes all over them,
althought I'm not sure of the brand. He was in the middle of pulling up
some cargo shorts as if he were trying them on. He didn't stop pulling them
up as I came in, but I put my foot between his legs and stepped on the
shorts, sliding them down to his ankles.

He glanced back at me with a knowing smile, almost appreciating my
boldness. He simply let the pants go, and moved his hands to the bench,
staying bend at the waist the whole time.

I was already hardened up from thinking about this all day, so I quickly
undid my pants and slid them off. Standing there in just my boxers and a
t-shirt, I pulled my dick out through the slit in front and scooted up
behind the boy until it rested in the crack of his ass. I grabbed his ass
with both hands and leaned down against his back. I wasn't putting all my
weight on him, but he seemed pretty strong as he kept his arms straight.

I rubbed his chest and licked his back as I soaked his briefs in my
pre-cum.

"What are you doing at the mall this time of day, buddy?" I asked him.

"Shopping with my mom, she sent me up here to try on some pants, and told
me to meet her at the front in like a half hour. And my name is Eric."

"Well Eric, nice to meet you, and I'll make sure you're back in time." I
responded, accentuating the word "meet" with a thrust against his hole.

"Cool."

I pulled down his briefs and let them fall to his legs. I stopped him from
kicking them off, because I find it very sexy to fuck a boy still wearing
some kind of clothes. I lubed him up quickly, and finding him fairly loose,
wasted no time shoving inside. Hearing him moan at my entrance made me
smile, glad I would be able to give two boys a good time today.

I began thrusting in and out of his plump bottom, hoping the movement
didn't shake the rest of the rooms. He certainly was very good at keeping
quiet during everything, except for the small whimpers and muffled
moans. Then, seeing his boy briefs crumpled on the floor, I got an idea.

I pulled out and told him to stand up. I grabbed some of the new clothes he
was trying on and told him to put them on. He looked confused at first, but
still obeyed. He slid on a bright, new light blue collared polo shirt. Then
he pulled his briefs up and slid on those new khaki cargo pants.

I turned him around and started feeling him up again through the clothes,
working my way down to his hips. I reached around the front and unzipped
his pants that barely had a chance holding on to him. I slid my hands
inside the front and down into his briefs, momentarily jacking him off, all
the time rubbing my oozing dick against the fabric of the briefs. I took
both undies and shorts in my hand, and pulled them down a few inches, just
far enough to gain access to his hot cum-eating hole.

With him finally understanding, I saw him push his hips back against me and
my dick found the hole once again, and slid right in, all the way to the
base. I grabbed chunks of his new clothes as I pounded in and out of
him. His whimpers were appearing more often, and made my hard dick jump
even more as it carressed his insides.

"All right buddy, I'm bout to nut." I whispered.

"Sweet, leave it in, ok?"

"Sure thing, cutey."

I began banging harder and faster, causing his pants to fall to his knees,
although his briefs stayed right up under his ass cheeks.

As I was about to blow my wad, I pulled him ap against me, and pushed us
against the wall. He put his knees up on the bench, kneeling on the pile of
clothes to try on. I felt his legs against mine, and my dick started to
pulse, sending me over the edge.

I grabbed his sweaty hips, feeling his skin and the briefs, and slammed
home in his hole. Pushing hard against him, hold quivering hips in my hand,
I shot my cum deep inside this young boy. I shot several times before I
finally came back to earth and rested my head on his shoulder.

I pulled out, and thanked him. He smiled brightly, obviously having had a
great time as well.

"So, do those clothes fit?" I asked as I pulled my pants back on.

"They feel a little tight, I think I'll have to try on something else."

I smiled at the thought of those clothes going back on the shelf to be
tried on by boy after boy, until one of them ends up with clothes covered
in mine and the boy's sweat, pre-cum, and saliva. Maybe I'd even meet him
someday.

The boy gathered up his clothes, and left the room first. I waited a while,
but not hearning anyone else coming in or out of the changing room, I left
as well.

I walked out of the store and back onto the street. As I stepped through
the door I saw the boy standing by his mom showing her his new clothes.
Somehow, seeing his in that setting, talking to "mommy", he seemed a whole
lot younger to me, and made it even sexier to think of those striped,
little boy briefs, catching my dripping cum, as his mommy was buying him
new clothes.



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