Date: Mon, 10 Oct 2005 19:10:01 EDT
From: Robby
Subject: Middle School Memories -- Part 28

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person, living
or dead, is purely coincidental.  This story contains descriptive acts of
sexual behavior between boys under the age of 18.  Read at your own
risk.  Otherwise, enjoy!


Middle School Memories ... Part 28


Evening came quickly.  We three boys helped TJ's mom clean up the dinner
dishes.  After doing the dishes me, Sean and TJ went into the living room
and played checkers.  TJ's mom was getting ready to go into town to go
square dancing.  After changing, we all climbed into the SUV and headed
to the small town deep in the woods.  As the car approached a wooden
building, I could hear the twangs of "country music."  Now, mind you, I
am not into country music.  But, with little else to do, what choice did
I have?

We walked into the hall.  About fifty people were there dancing to live
music.  A few guys immediately saw TJ's mom, and were interested in
dancing.  TJ and Sean scoped out some of the girls near the snack
window.  I, being me, scoped out some of the boys.

I noticed a boy standing by himself.  I caught his eye, but he quickly
looked away.  He was rustic looking.  He looked about 15 or 16.  He had a
dark, rugged complexion.  I figured he was a farmer, like many in this
area.  He wore a flannel shirt, a pair of worn denim jeans and, yep,
cowboy boots and a Stetson hat.  He had dark hair and eyes.  From were I
was standing, I could see he had the beginnings of a faint mustache
coming in.  He had the prettiest smile.  He was a little taller than me.
He was thin, not skinny, not fat.  I could see his muscles were firm.

Our eyes locked again.  He quickly looked away again.  One more time, we
glanced at each other.  I walked over to TJ and told him I was going to
go for a walk because I wasn't into country music.  I stepped out of the
dance hall, looking back at my cowboy to see if he was watching me.  He
was.  He walked out onto the patio behind me.  I walked to a tree in a
shadowed part of the parking lot.  He followed me!

"Hey," he mumbled.

"Hey," I replied.

"You were looking at me, funny like, in there."

"So?"

"You want something?" he asked.

"I just thought you were kinda cute," I said unapologetically.

"What?!" he gasped.  "You're a fag?"

"Whatever," I said, turning to walk away.

"I thought you had some weed, or something," he said, stopping me.

"Nope, nothing like that."

"You like guys?" he asked.

"I do," I said.

"You wanna suck my dick or something?"

"Yep."

"Let's go out to my truck."

I followed my cowboy out to his truck, which was a beat up old thing.  We
walked around to the side facing away from the hall.  The only light was
from the small sliver of the moon on the horizon.  We looked at each
other.

"My name is Robby," I said.

"Mine's Kip," he said.  "How you wanna do this?"

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Sixteen," he replied.  "Why?"

"Just curious.  You're a very hot!"

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Thirteen," I said.  "I'll be fourteen in a few months."

"Sweet.  You're ... uhm ... cute too."

I smiled at him.  He was leaning against his truck.  I knelt in front of
him.  I could see the front of his jeans were bulging.  I undid his belt,
and unbuttoned his pants.  I jerked them down over his hips.  He was
wearing briefs.  I looked up at him.  He was watching me intently.  I
then slid his briefs down.  His dick popped hard straight forward.  It
was about 5" with a pair of huge balls hanging several inches beneath
it.  He had a nice bush of pubes and some pubes on his balls.

I leaned forward and took Kip's tool in my mouth, allowing my lips to
glide over it as I took the whole thing in my mouth.  I could smell his
musty boyhood.  I rubbed his ass cheeks which felt rock hard.  Obviously,
he did some serious work on his farm.  He moaned as I slid back, swirling
my tongue around the head.  His flannel shirt was dropping in the way, so
I unbuttoned it revealing his hard stomach.  I eagerly sucked his dick
back into my mouth.   I worked his tool for several minutes

"Why'd you stop," he panted, looking wantingly into my eyes.

I didn't say anything.  I opened his truck's passenger door.  To my
delight, the interior light did not come on.  I unbuttoned my pants and
let them drop to my ankles.  I then slid down my boxers.  I leaned over
the passenger seat, spreading my legs apart.  I lifted my shirt and
looked back at him.  He was looking at my little ass, then at me.

"You wanna fuck me?" I asked.

He didn't need any more prompting.  With his dick still moist from my
spit, Kip lined his pole with my ass.  With his dick in his right hand,
he wiggled the head at my opening, gently pushing it inward.  There was
some resistance, but his dick soon broke through.  The spit on his dick
allowed him to slide it completely into me.  I could feel his pubes
against my ass.

He began pushing in and out of me, his balls slapping against mine.  With
each inward thrust, he nearly lifted me off my feet.  I was truly loving
this boy's pole in my ass.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed pleasuring him,
feeling his dick slide in and out of me.

He took hold of my hips, speeding up his thrusting.  I could hear his
breathing become sporadic and heavy.  At that moment, in my euphoria, I
shot a pretty good size load onto his running board.  In another minute,
he slammed his dick as far in me as he could.  It began jerking inside
me, shooting three hot loads into my hungry ass.  He held his dick inside
me for another minute.  As it was softening, he slid it from my ass.

Without saying anything, he bent over and pulled up his underwear and
jeans in one motion.  I pulled up my underwear and pants.  We looked at
each other.  He smiled at me.

"You've been fucked before, haven't you?" he asked.

"Yeah, " I said.  "You've fucked before too, right?"

"Yeah," he said.  "But girls.  You are the first boy I ever fucked."

"You like it?"

"Not bad.  You have a really tight ass.  Your hole is tighter than a
girl's pussy.  Too bad you don't live around here."

Kip turned and walked back into the dance.  I watched him as he left me.
I could feel his seed beginning to drip out of my ass.  I walked to the
bathroom.  Sitting on the toilet, I pushed his sperm into the water.

I smiled.