Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2008 20:14:12 -0800 (PST)
From: R M <textinboys17@ymail.com>
Subject: Text-a-Boy Service / Part 7

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 7

I had just finished emptying my balls into a young little hot thing in the
department store boy's changing room. So somewhere on these city streets is
a boy in striped undies with drying cum in them. It was a nice feeling to
know parts of me were out there somewhere.

I shopped for a while more, fully satisfied, and knowing I can now make it
until the game this afternoon. A few hours later, I walked back to my car
and headed to the game.

I parked and went into the stadium, taking forever to find my seat, keeping
an eye on all the hot boys walking by me. These types of boys are almost
always at the top of my list. They're somewhat athletic, have lots of
energy, and usually pretty cool kids, and nice dressers.

The game started, and I watched it for almost the whole first half before I
couldn't stand not using the service. The game was exciting, that's for
sure, but during halftime I made the request.

I watched the whole halftime show without getting an answer, and wondered
what the problem could be. How could there not be a boy with the service in
this huge crowd of thousands of people.

A few minutes into the third quarter, I felt my phone vibrating. It was
reminding me I had a text, and it was a few minutes old. The stadium was so
loud, I had not heard it rind, or felt it vibrate, and assumed that's
probably what happened to the kids as well, wherever he was.

	sec. 205
	#45
	25 mins

Wow, I had to wait a while until my hook-up. I guess I'd gotten pretty
spoiled with this service, because usually someone knowing they were going
to fuck someone's brains out in 25 minutes, the time doesn't seem like an
eternity, and here I am complaining because I can't be busting a nut within
3 minutes. Spoiled little brat, is what I am.

After a few minutes I realized it would probably take a while to get to the
other section, with all the people walking around, so I headed out pretty
early. I finally found section 205 and was very excited to find out it was
a box section. I had wondered where the hook-up would be taking place. This
was going to be great. I walked down the halls, going almost halfway around
the stadium halls before finding the right room.

Just outside the room, I waited, but I had been right about the time
because I saw that I only had a few minutes left. I waited outside until
the correct time.

I casually watched people come and go, making it seem like I was just
watching the tv outside against the wall. Then I saw a boy walking by who
was just gorgeous. He was brown-skinned, with dark eyes. He had a football
jersey on and shiny, sports pants, both of them red. His head was shaved,
with a little design shaved into the side of his head, looking very sleek,
like his head was part of a race car. His bright white shoes made his
outfit look very nice, and I could tell he took time in dressing before
coming to this game.

I just wish this boy could've been the one waiting in the room, ready to
have a dick shoved up his ass. But I was surprised when I saw him turn and
walk up to the room. He glanced around quickly, but not obviously, and
walked it. I don't think he saw me. It was exciting to get to see the boy
before he knew I had seem him. I guess he didn't plan on how long it would
take to walk through the stadium like I had.

I figured, screw the last one minute, I'm ready to go now, so I walked
right up and opened the door.

The boy looked surprised to see me enter so early, but not in a bad way. He
smiled as he was kicking off his shoes.

"What's you're name, bud?" I asked while locking the door.

"Brandon." He responded.

"Well, Craig, I have to say, you are one of the cutest boys I have ever
seen."

He laughed a little bit and thanked me, and sat doen on the little couch
they had in there. The room was the size of a small bedroom, with a
minibar, couch, table and chairs. There was a big glass window looking down
to the field, with an opening in it to walk through, where there were some
seats for people to sit in. Fortunately, the angle was good enough that no
one close to our box could actually see into the main area where we were
about to get it on.

I sat next to him and gave him a squeeze, feeling his muscles and chest. He
told me he was 13, and had been with the program over a year, and has
season tickets to the game, so he has been with a lot of guys in this very
room so far this season. It was pretty cool to know I was about to join
that exclusive club.

I grabbed his legs through the shorts and was so turned on. He had the
tightest muscled legs I had felt on a boy his age before. I brought my
hands up under his jersey, tickling the waistline of his shorts and belly,
and slid them up his chocolate chest eventually lifting his jersey off of
him. I tossed it on the arm of the chair.

I took a moment to look him over from head to toe. He was only wearing
those shorts which I find so sensual that I wish that's all boys would ever
wear. his dark skin made me shiver, realizing I was about to mix up a
little bi-racial baby-batter into his thick, muscular asshole.

I stood up and stripped completely naked, glancing outside first, of
course, to double-check that no one could see inside. I sat back down and
looked up against at the tv they had inside in case you didn't feel like
walking 5 feet to see the live show on the field. I checked the score and
saw that my team had just regained the lead. I must have been pretty
distracted, because it came as a suprised to me when I felt a hand grab my
thickening penis. I looked down to find Brandon smiling up at me, massaging
my dick, as if it could get any harder than it already was.

He said, "Go ahead, enjoy the game, I wouldn't want you to miss anything
good. I know I won't."

He said it like he meant it. I guess he must have had a bunch of guys who
are horny for fucking but didn't want to miss their game while they crammed
a young boy full of their dick.

I leaned back against the couch and watched the game go by as his thick,
full lips engulfed the tip of my dick. I heard the slurping sound as he
slid down my shaft, taking almost all of me down his throat. I watched as
his dark head and shoulders bobbed up and down, trying to milk me. His
hands were busy rubbing my legs and crotch and balls, while his tongue did
amazing tricks on the inside of his mouth, making me worry I may not last
long, even though this was my second hook-up today.

There came a point where my favorite running back made a break and was
running full speed toward the end zone. Brandon tickled my sack and sucked
my dick hard, letting it slide down his throat while his tongue wrapped
around it like a python. This made my head spin, and I just could not hold
back any more.

"Yessssssssssss!" I yelled. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhh baby!!!"

Lucky for me, the entire crowd was yelling almost the same thing as the
player made another touchdown.

I grabbed his round little head and pulled him off my dick before I sent
the gift of cum shooting down inside his belly. As always, I was waiting to
blow it up his big brown butt.

"You mind if I fuck you now, Brandon?"

"Oh hell yeah, you can fuck me whenever you want. My ass has been waiting
for that. I'm lubed and ready. Always lubed and ready before coming to
these games. In fact, another guy is supposed to be coming in here in about
30 minutes, so I'm just gonna stay here after you leave."

Wow, I thought, I get to have his ass first. Today, at least. This boy was
no virgin.

He stood up in front of me, and I pulled him closer. I leaned forward and
kissed his tight belly, licking at the edge of his shorts. I went down
further kiss the lump in his shorts. I ran my hands up the back of his
thighs and up under the shorts, grabbing his ass, pushing his hips against
my face, and I sucked his dick through the shorts. I loved that he was
free-balling it. Something very sexy and risky about a boy wearing nothing
but loose shorts to a football game. Especially when he knows there will be
cum shot up inside him during the game. Maybe he just assumed he'd be on
his back in this room most of the day and won't have to worry about any of
that until he left.

I slowly pulled the shorts off his legs and he kicked them to the side. I
looked in awe at the smooth, sculpted brown body standing in front of
me. This boy was amazing. The dark curves in perfect places, all waiting to
be touched and used by me and my body.

I grabbed him to me and pulled him around me until he was straddling my lap
on the couch. I felt his hot crack, shoving my fingers inside his lubed
ass. He leaned his head down and I raised mine and we started kissing
hard. My tongue shot inside his mouth, exploring the one that had just been
wrapped around my rock hard rod. My dick jumped up and hit Brandon in the
crotch, reminding me where it wanted to be.

Brandon knew as well, and reached down, grabbing my dick and sat back on
it, letting it slide slowly but surely into his tight, moist bubble butt. I
pushed his shoulders down, making his ass cover my entire dick. He started
bouncing up and down on my lap, making as much noise as he wanted because
of the yells in the stadium. I was bucking my hips up against him, forcing
my cock to go deeper, even though it was as deep into this young kid as it
could possibly get.

I kept fucking him, alternating between that and him grinding his butt
against my crotch. We continued like this for a little bit, and then I
grabbed him under his legs and layed him back on the couch, resting his
head against the pillow on the side. I was facing toward the window and
could barely see part of the field. I looked back down at him as my hips
kept up their rythmic thrusting. There is something wonderful about leaning
over a boy face to face, feeling your dick deep inside him, and feeling in
control when really you know it's the boy who has opened up his legs for
you.

I slammed into him over and over, making the couch shake. I looked out the
window and happened to glance at the jumbo-tron. They were showing a huge
section of the field, but up in the corner there were dark box windows, and
even though it was hard to see, I knew we were one of those boxes. I looked
really hard and saw a small white round thing moving up and down above a
darker round object underneath it.

Oh my god! I thought. I'm fucking a little boy on national television. I
know noone would be able to see us, or even know what was going on, but it
was such a turn on I didn't even realize how hard I had started fucking him
until I heard him grunting.

"Damn man, what got into you? You tryin to break this thing?"

"Sorry."

"No, it's fine. I'm lovin it. Fuck me as hard as you want, this body can
handle it."

I kept grinding away at the boy, grabbing his legs, feeling my hips
slapping against his tight legs with each bang.

The game was becoming more exciting as well, with our defense holding them
from making a touchdown. I was getting closer to scoring myself here in
this little room. Our clashing, sweating bodies, smashing against each
other here on the couch, contrasting white and black. I looked into his
beautiful, dark eyes as I was getting ready to blow.

I reached down and kissed him hard again, and with that my dick began
spurting hot cream up into him. At that same instant, we made an
interception and started running it back toward our end zone, and the
entire stadium erupted in cheers and clapping, shaking the very foundation
of the building. This covered my climax perfectly, and it's exactly how I
felt.

As my nuts drew up, sending creamy load of cum into Brandon's hot, love
tunnel, we yelled out in pleasure together.

"OHHHHHHHHH, yeah, Fuuuuuuuuuuck, Brandon, take my load!!!"

He started yelling as well, and i felt his dick pulsating and blasting his
boy load aver his chest.

"FUCK ME!!!! Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhrrgggg!!!" He cried out, grabbing my body
with his strong legs, mashing me into him, milking the last few spurts of
cum out from my exploding dick.

"Oh baby, Brandon, use that ass to milk me!"

When my orgasm died down, I just layed there on top of him, wanting this
body to be mine to play with whenever I wanted. Maybe I'll have to start
coming to more games here, I thought.

I pulled out and stood up, starting to get dressed and saw him just laying
there, with his legs still partly spread out, my cum seeping out of his
ass. He asked me to throw him his shorts, and I did.

He was putting them on, but that's all he did. He sat back with just the
shorts on and watched the game. I was finished, and gave him a smile, and
said thanks.

"Thank you too man, I almost never cum when I takin it up my ass. Good
job."

"Thanks."

With that, I walked out, and closed the door behind me.

As I walked back down the hall, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man
leaning against the wall in almost the same spot I had been when I was
waiting for my hook-up. I assumed that's what he was there for as well,
although no matter what, neither of us could say anything, so I kept
walking.

I was exciting to know that Brandon was about to have another fuck fest
today, and that that man I just passed was about to take part in my own
sloppy seconds. I was glad I could help Brandon stay lubed up.

This was a very exciting day for me. I left the stadium completely
satisfied and smiling. I didn't even stay for the rest of the game, I was
barely even thinking about it. I heard the crowd roar as my team won the
game, and I shear I could hear Brandon screaming as his ass was filled once
again by a horny guy loving his awesome, muscular, black body.


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