Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2009 12:45:07 -0800 (PST)
From: R M <textinboys17@ymail.com>
Subject: Text-A-Boy Service / Part 9

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 FOR THE LONG DELAY


Chapter 9



Last weekend, I was sitting in my apartment, and since I have totally
gotten past being afraid about doing it close to home, I went ahead and
sent a text request for a boy to fuck, because it had been about 4 days
since I'd gotten the chance to use the service. I also hadn't jacked off
since then, either, so I was more than ready.

I waited for a little while, before recieving my text.

	Apt. pool
	1 hr
	wear blu/wht
	follow boy in same

My dick jumped while reading this. I was so excited to see a boy at the
pool. This meant that he was most likely from my own apartment complex. We
had a common pool outside in the center of everything. It's a normal size
pool with a little building by it that has changing rooms, and doubles as a
meeting area for parties and such. It is sort of close to the complex and
the road, but partially hidden by rows of trees.

I waited as long as I could, but after a half hour I just had to go. I
searched my room from blue and white swimming stuff. I had a pair of dark
blue shorts with a white stripe, and I also wore a white shirt, just in
case it wasn't close enough to the required colors. I grabbed my towel and
headed out the door to swim around and pass the time, not wanting to wait
any longer than possible to get at that boy.

I sat at the side of the pool and put my towel and stuff on a chair. I
looked around, and saw that there was only another lady there, sitting down
and reading, apparently watching her daughter who was swimming by herself
with some little floaty things. I put my legs in the water, and it was
fairly warm, definately warm enough to be fun to swim in. Of course, boys
never seem to care how cold it is when they're swimming.

About 20 minutes later I heard the metal gate creak and casually turned my
head to the side as if I really didn't care who was coming to the pool. A
boy walked in wearing blue and white swimming trunks. You know those really
ugly, long things, that don't let you see anything. He had a tshirt and
sandals on, and was carrying a towel. He glanced my way, but kept walking
to the other side of the pool, put his towel and shirt on a chair, and
jumped right in before I could get a good look at him.

All I noticed was that he had short, dark hair, was fairly trim, had tanned
skin, and looked to be around 11 or 12 years old.

I watched him swim around for a few minutes, because technically it hadn't
been an hour yet. His slick hair stuck to his head, and his body was
shining in the sunlight reflecting sparkles of light off of his wet
skin. The few times he stepped out of the pool to jump back in, I got some
quick looks at his suit clinging to what looked to be a nice pair of legs
and ass cheeks. It was a good thing I still had my shirt on, or anyone
could have seen my hard on at the side of the pool.

I decided to join him, even if unofficially, so I took off my shirt, threw
it to my chair, and quickly got in before anyone saw anything.

He glanced at me a few times, becuase we both knew who each other were at
this point, and when the time came, he gave me a wink and started toward
the edge of the pool. He got out as slowly as possible. I watched as water
slid off his body and over his tight, firm cheeks. His shorts were sagging
just a little as well, and I saw the very top of his ass crack, glistening
in the light. I was not gett any softer, that's for sure.

I watched him walk to the changing room building, but he had to walk right
past the mom watching her daughter. There was no way I would make it past
there without my dick poking a huge tent in my shorts. As he was heading
in, he glanced at me, and I tried to give a face that meant, "I'll be
there, just have to take care of something first." I think he understood,
because he gave a little smile and walked inside.

After thinking about anything I could other than the boy, my dick went down
long enough for me to slip off the side of the pool, grab my towel and
shirt and put them over and around me in such a way as to hide enough of my
waist to make any remnants of my boner hidden from any prying eyes. I
slowly made my way over to the building, as if I was done and was just
going to go change.

The building itself had a small entry area, and one way led to small
offices, and a meeting area, and the other direction led to a small hall
where the bathrooms and changing rooms were. I went that way and went into
the mens part. Inside, there were several stalls and urinals on one
side. The other side had a small row of lockers on either side of a short
bench, with another area reserved for 3 small showers. Each shower had 3
walls and a little curtain in front of it.

I couldn't see the boy as I walked into that side, but I heard a shower
running and saw some water drops on the floor. I followed the drop across
the room and they disappeared behind one of the shower curtains. Since
there were no other men at the pool, and no other noises, I figured the boy
had to be behind the curtain, so it would be safe to just walk on through.

I put my shirt and towel on the bench, walked over and slid past the
curtain, smiling as I saw the boy sitting on the little bench in there,
still in his suit. His legs were spread seductively, hands by his side, and
he was looking at me licking his lips, water spraying across his small
body. This was such a little horn-dog.

"Finally", he breathed.

"Had to take care of this," I said as I grabbed my crotch and re-hardening
erection, "just seeing you in the pool got me started."

"I knew that would work."

"You little punk, almost gave me away in front of that lady and little
girl."

He stood up, turned halfway around, and gave his ass a little slap. "I
know, this thing can spring a woody in any man's pants, gay or straight."
He smiled again.

I couldn't wait any longer. I reacher out and gave them a little
squeeze. My heart almost melted, it was so soft and supple under my
fingers. I felt the whole shape of it, and up the crease. As I was about to
grab the edge and slide them down, he pulled my hand away.

"Nuh-uh, not yet, you first."

As he said this, he put my hand around his shoulders, dropped to his knees
and practically shoved his hungry little boy face into my crotch, rubbing
all over my legs and ass with his hands. My hands were busy fingering
through his sopping wet hair, feeling his hot face rubbing itself all over
me. He grabbed the sides of my shorts and when he yanked them down, my dick
sprang up and slapped his chin. He just reached his tongue and mouth out
desperately trying to get me inside him any way he could.

I grabbed the shorts and hung them on a hook to avoid any awkwardness if
anyone looked under the curtain.

He soon had both hands and that hot mouth of his working me over like a
pro, churning the butter in my balls that was my sperm. He was bouncing on
my rod, moaning and groaning, water falling over both of our bodies, when
suddenly I heard the door open.

He pulled off me, looked up nervous, and stayed quiet.

"Max?, are you in here?"

Those little boy eyes looked up and me and I knew, his name was Max, and
that man was his dad. He quickly and quietly knelt on the bench in the
shower and leaned against me to keep from falling off. My dick was
basically in his face, so what else did he do, but start sucking it
again. I almost died, being so nervous and yet so professionally blown at
the same time.

I heard the footsteps on the changing room floor come closer to the
shower. From the other side of the curtain I heard, "Max, is that you?"

I had to do it. "Nope, haven't seen anyone else in here either."

The man paused for a second, recognizing me voice I assumed. "Mitch, is
that you?"

I recognized his now, too. One of my neighbors I casually talk to
sometiems. "Yeah, it's me. How's it going Paul?"

"Not bad, buddy, just lookin' for my son."

"Son?" I asked, as I grabbed his son's head, pulling him further down on my
cock.

"Yeah, his name's Max, usually he stays with my ex, but he's with me this
weekend."

"Is that so, I didn't know you..hhmpf..had a son." Damn, that kid is good.

"Yep, uh, you ok Mitch?"

"Uh...cough...yeah, just got the hiccups."

"Anyway, yeah, my bitch of an ex hardly let's me see him, she's always too
busy blowin' some random guy."

As he said this my dick hit the back of his son's throat, and I realized I
was also some "random guy". Luckily the slurping and sucking sounds were
drowned out by all the falling water.

"Dang, well man, I'll let you know if I see him."

"Allright man thanks, seeya later."

"Seeya" I responded, as I heard him walking away.

When the door closed, Max pulled off again, looked up and giggled. I was
too relieved to laugh, but I smiled at him. He stepped off the bench, knelt
back down and engulfed me once again. I was already pretty heated up, and
wanted this load to be in this little boy's ass, so I soon had to pull him
off again.

My hands all over his body, I brought them too his shorts, and started to
pull them down.

"Man, why do you wear these long, ugly things that you can't see anything
through?"

Before my sentence was done, I saw the edge of speedos around his slim
waist as the shorts fell past his knees. He looked down at me and smirked,
kicked off his shorts, and hung them with mine.

Now I LOVE a boy in speedos, and these were light blue and white, just like
the shorts, and a size too small for him as well. They hugged him very
snugly and low on his waist. My hands were all over him, feeling that soft
material and his soft skin as my hands worked their way around the hot
globes of his ass and through his crotch and all up and down his wet legs.

I felt his little bulge in the front and it jerked when I touched it. I
pulled the edges of the speedo up giving him a wedgie, and it looked like
he was wearing almost a g-string or thong. I slapped his cheeks, grabbed
them, and lifted him up to put his legs around me and gave him a big
kiss. His hips were trying to hump against me like a rabbit or a dog,
making his butt bounce against my ready-to-blow dick.

I had him grab around my shoulders, holding himself up slightly, and I
peeled down the back of his speedos exposing his hole. I felt it with my
fingers and realized he had come prepared, which was good news for me
because I didn't have much time left.

I opened his hole and slowly lowered his thin little body down onto it,
until my pubes were brushing against his speedo. That was such a cool
feeling. I fucked him like that for a while, feeling him bounce up and down
my shaft, water spraying against his back, running down to our legs.

I pulled him off and pushed him against the wall facing away from the
shower, spreading his legs and stood back to look at this hot little
body. He spread his hands like a strip search, looked back and me and
whined a little boy-whore whine, begging me to re-enter his horny hole. I
watched his back arch, sticking that little puffy ass back at my dick,
aching for it.

I walked up behind him, not being able to stand it any longer, and rammed
back into him, forcing his body against the wall, making a little "splat"
sound. He moaned so loud it echoed around the bathroom.

"Come on man, cream me, I need it so bad!"

"Me too Max, I'll fuck you hard if you want, but it's gonna get messy."

"I might get loud too."

I had a quick idea. It wouldn't be too long till the end now, so I figured
I'd go lock the door with the bolt janitors could use to close it, and
leave it just long enough to finish him off. It would be easier to explain
a locked door than me fucking a small boy child.

I quickly slid out of the shower, jogged carefully to the front and quietly
slid the latch.

As I turned back around and headed to the changing room side, I saw Max
kneeling over then bench, spread in heat. Great idea, I thought to myself,
reinserting myself without any warning.

As I pummled his ass, I reached around and slid my hand into the front of
his speedos, jacking him off. We continued to fuck on the bench for a
couple minutes. I kept slamming into him over and over, making him moan and
groan through the entire men's room. I pulled my hand out and grabbed his
hips to help me plow him harder. His hair was flopping around his head, his
wet body slick to the touch.

I pull out, flipped him over to his back, laying on the bench on my
towel. He grabbed his legs back, whining and whimpering, his body shaking
he needed it so badly. I grabbed his knees, pulled them apart, fucked into
him once again with long, hard strokes. His legs grabbed me from behind,
holding me against him. I leaned down against him, feeling our wet bodies
together, his dick twitching under my stomach.

We hugged our bodies together tightly, vibrating and hump-fucking against
each other, my dick sliding in and out only an inch or two at a time. I
kissed him deeply as I felt myself getting to the edge. I felt his hole
spasming around my shaft, heard him squeal like a pig, and looked down to
see the shape in his speedo twitching and shooting cum, some of which oozed
out through the material.

This made me start to blow. To help him and me, I leaned down again hard
against him, putting almost my whole body weight against him, pinning him
to the bench.

I power-thrusted into him a few more times, feeling his orgasm spasms
against my dick, sending me through the roof. I started blasting my cum
into max's tight, boy-pussy. I hunched against him, holding my wet body
against his, and I twitched 7 or 8 times, coating his insides with my
cream, giving him what he asked for earlier.

We finally calmed down, and I had to remember to take some of my weight off
of him. I layed there on top of this beautiful little boy looking into his
face, smiling back at me like he was high.

"That was fun." He said.

"Yeah, hopefully you'll be able to visit your dad more often."

"I hope so."

"Better get outta here quick."

I pulled myself out of him and slip the back of his spedos back up over his
hot, gaping hole before my cum could fall out. He walked back to the shower
to get his shorts and I went to unlock the door. Just after I unlocked it
and was turning the corner, I heard it open.

I snapped my fingers quickly and Max threw me my shorts, and I grabbed the
towel to wrap around my waist. With the towel around me, I turned
around. "Hey Paul, Max just came in here." (hehe, I thought to myself, so
did I) "I kept the hot water going for him. Nice kid."

"I watched as the shorts slid up his legs under the curtain as his dad
walked around the corner and said, "Max, thought you were going swimming."

"I just was dad."

"Oh, well, we must have just missed each other coming and going. Anyway,
glad you found him Mitch."

"No problem."

I continued to dry off and put my shorts on, as his dad and I talked a bit,
him waiting for his son's shower to finish. Finally he came out of the
shower. I got one last glimpse of his cute, wet face, with messy hair,
coming out of the water in his ugly board shorts.

"See ya Paul." I said, walking away with his son's ass juices still on my
dick.

"Bye." He turned to his son coming toward him. "Come on bud, let's get
something to eat," he said, and unknowingly, playfully slapped his son's
cum-filled ass.



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