Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2011 17:34:28 -0400 From: Sam Sheppard Subject: A Ride in the Rain 1 Warning, this story contains explicate content involving sexual activity between a man and underage boys. The characters and events of the story are fictional and are not based on any real person(s) alive or dead. The author of this story believes that such events should not take place, but acknowledges that many adults will enjoy reading them. As always comments are welcome. A Ride in the Rain I'd had a rare weekend off and now I was heading back to Calgary from my family's home in Swift Current, Saskatchewan. It was normally an easy 6 hour drive, but it was raining today and visibility was drastically reduced, so it had become more of a contest to see what would give out first, my patience or my eyes, from straining so hard to see the road ahead. I was listening to Magic 97 and the weather guy was saying that the rain extended from Banff, Alberta all the way to Regina, so there was no chance of it clearing up anytime during my drive back. As I drove, I thought about my move to Calgary and what had brought me there. I was 25 years old and had parlayed my average talent for playing hockey and the contacts I'd made in both the Western and American Hockey Leagues into the start of a decent career as a player agent. Unfortunately, that meant having to be where the agency firms were, Calgary. So I packed up and moved off to the big city. As I said, I was 25, 6' tall and weighed 185 lbs. I'd played semi-pro hockey until 2 years ago and was in pretty good shape, with wide shoulders, a well-defined, smooth upper body, solid six pack abdomen, the typical hockey players' large, muscular butt and strong well muscled thighs and calves. I also had a 7" circumcised penis with a pair of golf ball sized balls hanging below it. So here I was, on my way back, in crappy weather and getting more and more aggravated as the miles passed. And to top it off, the smartass DJ was playing that stupid song by the Carpenters, "Rainy Days and Mondays". I could have reached through the radio and strangled the jerk, so I decided to pull out one of my CD's and listen to some music that wouldn't get me any more pissed off than I was already. Unfortunately, my CD's were in their case on the back seat, so I needed to find a safe place to pull over to retrieve them. I had just passed through the grand metropolis of Irvine, Saskatchewan when I spotted a roadside pull off. As I slowed to a stop and parked, I noticed a figure huddled under one of the shelters at the side of the lot. No other cars were in the lot, so I was kind of curious about who would be sitting there alone in the pouring rain. I pulled up beside the shelter and rolled the passenger side window down. The person under the shelter was wearing a yellowish rain poncho with the hood pulled low over their face, and as I pulled up, they raised their head enough for me to see that it was a young boy of indiscernible age. "Hey kid," I called, "what are you doing out here?" He just shrugged. I persisted, "Are you lost? Are you waiting for someone?" This time he shook his head. A real talker, this kid. "Are you stuck? Do you need a lift somewhere?" Now I got a nod. "OK, then. The rain's coming in the window, so why don't you get in the car and we'll figure out where I can take you." With that the kid stood up and came over to the car. He looked to be about 5'4" tall, but it was hard to tell since he was hunched over to get away from the rain. As he climbed into the passenger seat, he pulled the poncho off and I got my first look at this drowned rat. He looked to be about 13 or 14, with raven black hair, worn with long bangs swept over his right eye and long at the back. He had blue eyes over top of high cheekbones and a small upturned nose. His mouth was small with a full lower lip. "So what's your name?" I inquired. "Enoch." was all he said. "Hi Enoch, my name's Sam. Where am I taking you?" He shrugged his shoulders again, but said, "Wherever you're going's fine with me." "What about your home? Don't you want to go home?" I asked. He shook his head again. "Don't got a home." "Uh huh. OK, Well, I'm going to Calgary, I guess I can drive you there. OK?" "Yeah, that'd be cool," responded Enoch as he buckled his seat belt. We drove off into the growing darkness. After we'd driven for an hour we finally came to Redcliff, a very small town on the main highway, near Medicine Hat. As it was getting late and the rain wasn't letting up, I decided to stop over at a motel just off the highway. I explained what we were doing to Enoch, got us checked in and parked in front of the room. When we walked into the room, we discovered that the clerk had made a mistake and given us a room with a queen size bed instead of two doubles. I immediately called the desk to get a different room and was told that all the other double rooms were being used. I apologized to Enoch and explained the situation, told him we could sleep with each of us under different layers of covers and he didn't seem to mind that idea. Now that I could see him in the light, I could see he was completely soaked. When I asked him how long he'd been sitting outside in the rain he shrugged and said a couple of hours. I told him he needed to get out of those wet clothes and into a hot shower and we'd dry his clothes overnight. I suggested he go into the bathroom and get undressed and hand his clothes out to me when he was ready, which he did. While he was in the bathroom I ordered some pizza. I also called the desk and asked if they had a laundry service, but was told their service was done for the day. They did, however, have a coin operated machine two doors down from our room that we could use, so I gathered up Enoch's clothes and took them down to wash them. About half an hour later, the door to the bathroom opened and Enoch walked out. I just about tripped over the bed when I saw him. The kid was wearing nothing but a small towel around his waist and he was, to say the least, adorable. He was indeed about 5'4" and his upper body was that of a young boy who had played a lot of sports. His longish black hair hung down over his ears and his bright blue eyes. His face was thin, but not narrow and his high cheekbones seemed to gently accentuate the triangularity of it. He had a small but full mouth and he was smiling, which showed a set of beautiful white teeth. His chest was well developed with strong, but not bulky, pecs with small nickel sized pink nipples. His shoulders were beginning to show signs of development with some definition of the muscles. Enoch had a smooth flat stomach with the early stages of a six pack beginning to show, and a narrow waist. Below the towel, I could see a pair of long, strong calves with just a hint of dark hair. "I don't have any more underwear," he said, "what should I do for now?" "I have some extras in my bag, but they may be a little large for you. I've got your clothes in the wash. They should be ready in about an hour, so you can wear mine or just hang around in the towel until yours are dry." "I'll just wait for mine, if it's OK with you," he replied. OK with me? Of course it was OK with me! I was completely entranced by this young boy and having him walking around in nothing but a small towel would be just fine. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, which made us both jump. Laughing at ourselves I opened the door to find the pizza delivery guy. He was about 18 or 19, cute in a sort of Ron Weasley kind of way, and as I paid him, I could see him checking out Enoch, who was walking around the room in nothing but the towel. I made a mental note to remember to order pizza if I ever stopped in this town again. After he'd left, we sat down on the bed to eat and watch some TV. By the time we were finished, Enoch's clothes were dry, so I went out and brought them back for him to wear. "I've been wearing the same clothes for three days now," Enoch began, "would you mind if I stayed like this for a while? It just feels so free for a change." I shrugged and said, "It's your choice. Go ahead, if you want." A nice bit of acting nonchalant, if I do say so myself. As we lay back on the bed watching TV, I couldn't help but steal glances at Enoch. The towel had hiked up his legs slightly and the lower parts of his nicely shaped, muscular thighs were visible. It was obvious that this kid had played some sports. "Enoch, I have to ask. How old are you?" "I'm 14. Why?" "Well, you've got an athlete's build, so I was just wondering. Do you play a lot of sports?" "I used to. I played peewee football and skied, but I stopped," he replied. "Why? What made you stop?" I asked. He hung his head and didn't say anything and I didn't want to push, so I just said, "Hey, it's OK. Let's just watch some tube." After a few minutes of watching TV, he looked at me and said, "Did you mean what you said about my having an athlete's body?" "Yeah. I think you've got a really nice body. You've got really strong looking legs," I replied. "Yeah? I used to work out a lot when I was playing football and I ran during the ski season. We had to do these things called wall sits to make the ski team. They're kind of like squats but against the wall. D'ya wanna see what I mean?" I said I'd be happy to see how they were done, so Enoch stood up and went to the wall across from the bed and put his back against it and his legs out in front of him. He then started to slide down the wall until his legs were at 90 degrees to his body and held that position. The position gave me an unrestricted view of his thighs almost all the way to his crotch, but the towel provided just enough cover to hide his package. What I saw, though, was enough to get me started on my way to an erection. As you might have guessed, I like boys, especially between the ages of 13 to 18 and this kid was right smack in my wheelhouse. He sat like that for a good couple of minutes and I could see his legs tightening up as he did. As he stood up, he suddenly cried out in pain and grabbed his left calf. "Oww. Shit, I've got a cramp. Ow, Ow, Ow." He flopped on the bed and I grabbed his calf, held his leg straight and pulled his foot back. "Try to relax. This'll get rid of the cramp. Just relax," I said as I continued to hold his foot back. In a couple of seconds his leg relaxed and the cramp went away. "Oh shit, that hurt," Enoch said through gritted teeth. "How did you know how to do that?" "I used to get cramps when I played hockey and my trainer taught me how to stop them. He used to massage them out after they'd gone. D'you want me to rub your calf a bit?" I asked hesitantly. "Oh man, yeah. That'd be great," he said and he rolled onto his stomach, giving me a great view of his 14 year old bubble butt, even though it was covered by the towel. I moved over to him and rested his leg and foot on my thigh and began to rub and knead his calf from his ankle to his knee, causing Enoch to moan slightly, "Oh man, Sam. That feels really good." After a few minutes of massaging his left calf, I told him I'd do his right as well and he just nodded, so I switched and placed his right leg on my thigh and repeated the massage. Taking a chance, I extended the massage up onto the back of his thigh, waiting to hear him protest, but all he did was sigh. I massaged his thigh up toward the bottom edge of the towel and when I reached it, I worked my way back down. Repeating the procedure, I moved my hands farther up his thigh and under the edge of the towel and stopped. "Enoch, I can do your whole leg if you want, but if you don't, I`ll stop here. You tell me what you want me to do." He turned his head and looked back at me and said, "I really like it. Keep going, please." I nodded, reached up and lifted the towel to the bottom of his tight little ass and began massaging his thigh from his knee up to the bottom of his bottom. As I did, he spread his legs, giving me better access to his entire leg. This allowed me to reach around both sides of his thigh as I massaged him and I took full advantage of this. I'd rub up the back of his thigh to his buttock, and then slide my hands out around the sides of his leg, the back of my first finger and thumb occasionally bumping up against the underside of his hot little scrotum and then back down his leg to his knee. This elicited a moan of pleasure from Enoch and he spread his legs a little wider. "Enoch, do you want me to do your whole body?" I asked. "Yeah, please," he sighed. "I'll have to remove the towel," I warned him, "Is that OK?" He just nodded. My heart was pounding and I was breathing fast as I reached up and pulled the edges of the towel away from his waist and the lifted it right off him. I now had a naked 14 year old boy lying on my bed and I was going to be touching him everywhere. It was a masturbation fantasy come true. I curbed my impulse to reach out and grab the unbelievably beautiful globes of his ass and started massaging him from his calf, up one leg, onto one firm, strong buttock and over onto the other and down the leg to his ankle. I repeated this for about 5 minutes and then worked on massaging just his buttocks, occasionally sliding my hand down into his crevice and farther down onto his perineum, tickling the back of his sac every so often. After a few minutes of this, I, reluctantly, moved up to massage his strong back and shoulder muscles, marvelling at the development this young stud showed for a kid of his age. He continued to moan throughout the entire massage, which lasted for at least half an hour. When I'd finished working on his back, I told him to roll over, but he hesitated. "I'm just gonna lie here a minute, OK?" he said. Knowing exactly why he wanted to wait, I said, "That's fine. But if I know anything about the male anatomy, once I start working on your front, the same thing's going to happen. It's natural. Every boy gets a boner when they get a massage, especially at your age. When I was your age, I'd get one if the wind happened to blow on it. It won't faze me, but if you want to wait, no problem." Enoch lay there for a minute. I think he was thinking about what I'd said. Then he rolled onto his back, and lo and behold, there he was, naked, hard and breathtaking. His cock was about 5.5 inches long, circumcised, with a large helmet shaped head, his slit gaping slightly and a drop of precum oozing out. It stood out from a small triangular patch of downy black hairs at the top of his dick. His balls were the size of large olives and were held in a wrinkled, almost hairless pouch. "Wow," I gasped, "You are really hot, Enoch. You've got a gorgeous body." He smiled and said, "Really? You really think so?" "Oh baby, no doubt about it," I answered and reaching out I began massaging his chest and shoulders. As I did, I rubbed and pinched his adorable nipples, causing Enoch to gasp, and then worked my way down his torso and across his firm, flat stomach. I rubbed across his abdomen to his sides and when I massaged them he twisted and started giggling. He was ticklish, how fucking cute. His giggling was music to my ears, since I sensed that he hadn't laughed or had much fun in the last long while. As I worked my way down his abdomen, I moved below his cute little innie belly button. This had the expected reaction; his penis got harder and stood up straighter out of his patch. I purposely, and with great difficulty, avoided touching his penis or testicles and started massaging his thighs, working down to his ankles and back up. I made sure not to touch his genitals, and by the time I was finished, his cock was throbbing, the head almost purple, so engorged with blood was it and he was pushing his hips up to try and get me to rub it. "Want me to take care of that problem?" I teased. Enoch nodded his head vigorously. So I took pity on the poor boy and gently took hold of his cock and began stroking it from the base of his dick up to the head, occasionally rubbing my thumb through his precum and smearing it across the head. I reached out with my other hand and gently grasped his testicles and began kneading them. Enoch was beginning to breathe harder and his abdomen was tightening. I began stroking him harder and watched as his hips began bucking up toward my hand. Taking a chance, I leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock, licking up the precum that was there. Enoch's eyes, which had been closed, shot open and he exclaimed, "Oh my god." I kissed his penis again and slid just the tip into my mouth as I continued to stroke him and he moaned with pleasure. I slid more of his hard teen cock into my mouth, slowly moving inch by hard inch down his shaft until I had it completely engulfed and my lips were against his black soft pubic hairs. I used my throat and tongue to milk his cock and began kneading his balls. Enoch was moaning more feverishly, "Oh fuck, Sam. That feels amazing. Oh shit. Ohh yeah, suck me. Oh yeah." I started bobbing my head on his cock, sliding my lips up and down his shaft and making sure I increased the pressure of my lips as they slid across the corona of the head of his penis. He began bucking his hips in earnest and when I reached down and started tickling his perineum, he went wild. His hips thrust upward, his balls drew up tight against his body and his legs went rigid. He was right on the edge of cumming. "AAWWWW FUCK. OH SHIT," he screamed, "Oh yeah, Oh Sam, I'm gonna cum, oh, gonna cum, oh yeah, oh fuck, oh fuck, OOOOOHHH FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK, ungh, ungh, ungh ,ungh," he cried as he blasted 2 then 3 then 4 shots of his teen cum into my mouth, and as he stopped shooting and his cum tailed off to a dribble, "oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhh fuck, oohhhhh, oohh wowww, oh holy shit, Sam. So good, wow. Oh Sam, that was amazing. I've never cum that hard." I let his softening cock slip from my lips and licked them clean. "That was fucking hot Enoch. You're amazing. I'm glad you enjoyed that as much as I did." I slid back up the bed and lay back against the headboard and Enoch moved up so he was lying beside me. He rolled onto his side and put his arm across my chest and gave me a hug. I slid my arm behind his head so his head rested on my shoulder and gently stroked the back of it. We lay like that for a few minutes before I noticed that Enoch had fallen asleep. I slowly drew my arm out from under him and got off the bed so I could get undressed. I stripped down to my boxers (I didn't want to freak the kid out by having him find me naked in bed with him), turned off the lights, pulled the covers over top of Enoch and slid into bed beside him. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and pulled him to me so his head was back on my shoulder and fell asleep. I woke next morning and we hadn't moved. Enoch was still fast asleep with his head on my shoulder and his arm draped across my chest. He looked so damn adorable I didn't want to wake him, but I had to relieve that early morning urgency, so I started to climb out of bed. Unfortunately, it woke Enoch up and he grabbed my chest and looked at me and asked where I was going. It sounded like he thought I was abandoning him, so I leaned over and kissed his head and told him I was just going to the can and would be right back. He let go and just lay there until I returned, wrapping himself into me as I did. He smiled and said, "Do you know you kissed me?" "Yeah, I guess I did," I replied. He leaned over and kissed my cheek and I kissed his head again. He looked me in the eye as he moved in and placed a tentative, light kiss on my lips. I was surprised, but responded by kissing him back and ran my tongue against the outside of his lips. Enoch practically melted into me at that. His arms wrapped around me and he leaned his head on my shoulder and began to cry. I held him tightly, with one hand on the back of his head, patting it gently as he wept. "I...I..haven't felt any...anything like that in so..so long," he managed to say in between sobs. "No one's...no one's treated me so nice. I..I thought no one would...would ever be nice...to me again." "Shhh..shhh, just relax," I said as I held him, "Everything's fine. Everything's gonna be OK." His sobs slowly subsided and he began to breathe normally again. "I'm sorry," he began, "I didn't want to do that. It's just that when you kissed me, I felt so secure and wanted." "Enoch, don't worry about it. I don't know what went on in your past life, but believe me, you're safe, and wanted." We held each other for a while longer and then my bladder got the better of me and I disengaged myself and went into the can to relieve the pressure. When I got back to the bed, Enoch was sitting on the edge, naked, and I sat down beside him, resisting the temptation to grab him and have my way with him. "Did you mean what you said about me being wanted?" he asked with a catch in his throat. "Look, like I said, I don't know what's happened to you in the past, but right now, you're safe with me. If you want to, you can stay with me for the rest of the trip and then we'll figure out what we're going to do with you when we get there. But whatever it is, it'll be your decision. OK?" He nodded.