Date: Thu, 7 Jun 2012 08:56:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Joe Hunter Subject: The Commercial Traveler #13 All the usual disclaimers apply: +This story is a work of fiction. If you think it is real, you have a very active imagination. +Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do so. +Scenes of sexual activity between an adult male and young boys are represented. Do not read further if this offends you. +Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story. If you would like to get in touch, please e-mail me at: hunterjoe45@yahoo.com A tip of the hat to 'R M' whose Text-A-Boy stories were my inspiration for this series. Thanks' 'R M'! (Text-A-Boy Service - part 1 is in the archive, 18 Nov 2008, and the whole series is a fun read!) I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. And please support Nifty! Without this wonderful on-line archive none of us could bring our stories to you. Check the Nifty home page for ways to make contributions and please send what you can. Joe ____________________________ THE COMMERCIAL TRAVELER #13 ( Scooter ) (copyright 2012, Joe Hunter) Call me Jack. I'm 37, look younger, keep myself fit - and I'm a boy lover. I've heard some say that it's hard to find willing boys, but I don't think so. Not when you travel as often as I do. I fly around a lot on business; nothing fancy, always coach or business class, and midrange motels on the job. But when it comes to indulging my interest in boys I'm willing to spend money, and I'm rarely at a loss for a companion. My secret? A spare cell phone - the modern-day equivalent of the little black book. Mine goes with me everywhere and all my boy contacts are on it. Only they have the number. I buy each one of them similar phones so they can call or text as often as they want and when they get short on minutes I text over a PIN for prepaid time. The system works to us in touch and most of the time, when I go anywhere, I'm already hooked up... ---------------- | Destination: | | The Big City | ---------------- I guess some people are uncomfortable in big cities, but I enjoy them: the lights, the excitement, the restaurants, plays, famous stores, museums, big-time sports - and, of course, boys. The great urban centers teem with boys - rich ones, poor ones, light haired and dark - all wise to the streets, more sophisticated than their country cousins, and every one of them on the make. On this trip a grateful client was loaning me his company box at the baseball stadium for the evening and it was a fitting place to rendezvous with the boy who was my local steady. Years before I had met Tony outside that same stadium when he had been working the ticket scalping con and right away we had known it was going to be something special. He had been twelve then, but now he was sixteen and the text message on my spare cell phone had told me he was ready to 'pass one on'. All my boy contacts knew they could take themselves off the list whenever they pleased, but I always told them if they provided a willing replacement they would be paid a handsome finder's fee. At sixteen Tony was ready to move on, but he had let me know he was bringing a new boy with him. For old time's sake we had arranged the meeting place at the exact spot where we had first seen each other and I was there early. That stadium is always sold out no matter what part of the season it is and lines had already formed at the ticket windows, fans of all ages jostling past where I was standing. I kept an eye out, checking my watch occasionally, and spotted Tony as he came walking from the direction of a bus stop. When we first met, Tony had been a stunning twelve-year-old with a swarthy complexion, luminous dark eyes and straight black hair that fell thick over ears and neck. Now he was a good-looking teenager, still just as handsome in a different way, his slender well-muscled body as graceful and elegant as a dancer's. I saw his white teeth flash in a smile of recognition - and then I was no longer paying attention, because walking at his side was one of the most beautiful boys I had ever seen. I had to force myself not to stare as they came closer. The boy looked the same age as Tony had been when I met him. Like Tony his young body was slender and graceful, and they both had the same luminous dark eyes. But where Tony's complexion was dark, this boy's was pale white. His delicate features were quite different from the mischievous streetwise sharpness of Tony's and tightly curled ringlets of raven dark locks framed his face, very unlike Tony's straight hair. The boy's appearance reminded me of a Botticelli angel. He gave me a shy smile as they approached and the innocent expression melted my heart. "This is Scooter, Jack," Tony said, introducing us. After a quick glance at Tony, who nodded to him, Scooter looked up at me and held out his hand. "Hi, Scooter," I told him. The little fellow's hand felt firm and warm in my own, and he met my gaze without flinching, but I could tell he was nervous. "I got the company box," I told Tony. "It's great. We'll have it all to ourselves." Then I turned to Scooter and asked, "You like baseball?" The boy gave me another shy look and nodded. "Uh-huh." "Scooter likes baseball," Tony assured me. "That's where I found him. He plays for a team at the club." "Nice! What position you play, Scooter?" "Second base." The boy's voice was high and soft. "An infielder! All right!" I put my palm out and after another glance at Tony the young boy slipped his across it. We joined a line and went through one of the gates using my tickets. Tony had often been with me to the Stadium and he pointed out the sights to Scooter as we ascended the ramps. The young boy was gazing around in excited interest. So Scooter could have a good first look at the field, I detoured and led the boys out through one of the gangways into the midst of seats along the first-base line. Scooter's eyes went wide at the sight of all that emerald green grass and the immaculately groomed base paths around the diamond. There were smells on the air - popcorn, hot dogs, dirt and fresh cut grass. "Nice, huh?" I said with a smile. "Even better than seein' it on TV?" The boy stared up at me and nodded. Then he reached to take my hand. "Come on," I told him. "Wait till you see our box." My client's luxury box was in the first tier, equipped with all the goodies: a wide screen TV showed action on the field; a refrigerator held beer, soda and mixers; there was a fully stocked bar and a side table was loaded with cold cuts, bread and snack foods. "Check this out, Scooter," Tony said. He had been with me to the box on other occasions and knew how good the food was. I smiled, watching the younger boy get a tour of all the sliced meats and cheeses and then Tony showed him how to pile up a few sandwiches, including a thick turkey and swiss, my favorite. There was a whispered exchange of words and Scooter brought the sandwich to me on a plate, standing with eyes cast down while I took a bite. I nodded in appreciation. "Tony, you really know how to make 'em!" "Want a beer, Jack?" Tony asked, going to the refrigerator. "Nah, Coke's fine. You kids go ahead if you want one." But Scooter shook his head when Tony asked. Tony brought me a can of soda and I sat in one of the recliner chairs. Over by the table scooter nibbled on the small sandwich Tony had given him and when the older boy put a soda next to him Scooter tugged at his arm. "What?" Tony leaned down. Scooter whispered something in his ear and Tony glanced over at me. "Scooter say he likes you, Jack. He say you're nice." I smiled, beckoned to the young boy and after a shy look at Tony he came to me, eyes downcast. "I like you, too, Scooter," I told him. "You wanna' see what he look like, Jack?" Tony asked. "Very much." Tony came to us, whispered in Scooter's ear and the young boy nodded. Crouching down he removed his sneakers and socks. He was dressed in what looked like a worn school uniform: faded blue T-shirt with a pair of khaki pants, thin from many washings, a frayed tear across the right knee. "He needs some new clothes," I said to Tony, who nodded in agreement. "For sure." With a diffident look at me Scooter pulled off the T-shirt, and once again I had to force myself not to stare. The boy's slender upper body was beautifully defined, all the immature muscle visible beneath translucent skin smooth and pale as alabaster. Without pause or hesitation Scooter looked down to unbutton and unzip his pants. He pulled them down and stepped out revealing long silky legs, their rounded thighs and swell of calf muscle in perfect proportion. The pants were dropped on top of the T-shirt off to the side, and then, after another glance at Tony, Scooter peeled off his tight little briefs, pulled his legs free, dropped the briefs on top of his other clothes and stood straight up in front of me, naked. "You like him, Jack?" Tony asked. I cleared my throat and in a voice husky with desire I answered, "Yeah. I like him." When I had first seen Scooter walking at Tony's side I had been struck by his beauty. Now I was stunned by it. He had the sort of beauty only a young boy could possess. There was nothing soft or feminine about it. Scooter's body was lean and hard, with the taut elegance of a drawn sword. His wide-eyed look and delicate features were a boy's, not a girl's and the tight black curls framed his loveliness in dark tongues of flame. "Check it out, Jack," Tony said. Half turning the nude boy he gestured at the hard glossy curve of butt and then stroked a hand down the faint lines of definition in Scooter's stomach to fondle the boy's smooth groin. Scooter closed his eyes, leaning back against Tony and I watched his little circumcised worm swell and stiffen, lifting into a full 4 inches of quivering rigidity beneath Tony's stroking fingers. "He likes it," Tony said, grinning. "See Jack? He gonna' have a big one." "Does he know what to do?" The older boy nodded. "Yeah, I show him. But..." He paused for a moment and Scooter lifted his head to gaze up at him. "He ain't done this yet." Tony made a circle of thumb and forefinger, then put the forefinger of his other hand through it. I gave him a disbelieving smile. "You haven't shown him?" "I tell him about it. I put my fingers in to show him, but when I tell him about you and what he got to do he say he want you to do it." "You're saying he's never done it up the butt?" Tony shook his head. "Except for his fingers an' mine, ain't nothin' bin' up there." My eyes went to Scooter and he met them with a shy but steady look. I smiled again. "You guys don't have to con me, Tony. It's OK. I like him." But Tony was shaking his head. "No lie, Jack. Scooter cherry. I tell him I show him first so he be ready, but he say he want it to be you, nobody else. He say if you an' him gonna' be tight, that how it gotta' be." "Is that true, Scooter?" The young boy's eyes never wavered from mine. He nodded. "Come here." He stepped over to me and when I pulled him onto my lap he wrapped arms around me and offered his lips to be kissed. The boy's mouth tasted sweet as honey and when he opened it I slid my tongue in deep. When our lips parted I lifted the naked boy, put him on his feet and then got up out of the chair. "OK," I said to Tony. "Let's do it." I began to strip, Tony did too and Scooter stood out of the way watching us. The boy's jutting boner remained stiff and his dark eyes followed our movements, shifting back and forth between us. There was a sofa on one side of the room and with a hand on his shoulder I led the boy to it. Scooter's skin was warm and silky beneath my palm and when he moved, his lean pale body glided next to mine with cat-like grace. "Come here," I whispered, pulling him onto my lap. I propped myself on the cushions and the boy settled back against me, firm smooth warmth pressing against my bare skin. I slid thumb and forefinger on the rigid shaft jutting from his groin. "Are you sure?" I whispered. He nodded but I could feel him trembling - perhaps in excitement, perhaps in fear. Tony sat down beside me, his hard muscled body glowing like polished bronze in the light from the big picture windows that looked out onto the field. He produced a tube of KY, squeezed a glob of slippery gel onto my fingers and then took hold of Scooter, pulling his slender legs up and spreading his thighs. The young boy looked down to watch me spread the KY in his crease, my fingertips rubbing back and forth over the tightly clenched dimple of his small hole. "Like this," I whispered, easing a finger into him, and the boy nodded, pushing down to loosen his ring. My digit slipped through, sliding into the moist heat beyond and Scooter squirmed as I wiggled the tip. "OK?" "Uh-huh." He nodded again. "Let's just keep it like this for a while," I said, caressing the boy with my palm, stroking in slow circles over his ribs and silky flank. Down on the field the game was getting ready to start and the three of us watched on the wide screen TV as the pitcher warmed up. Tony rolled toward me to help Scooter keep his legs up and to rub the boy's hard quivering branch while my finger continued to move inside him. Scooter's eyes closed. I felt his lean body tense. "Nice?" I whispered. "Uh-huh." Very carefully I began to work in a second finger, easing the tip through the ring while the boy tried to bear down and open himself. He was very tight and I waited patiently for him to loosen before applying enough pressure to push into him. He grimaced, and then as both my fingers wiggled on his tiny nub, pressing on it, he caught his breath. "OK?" I murmured. He nodded and without opening his eyes whispered, "Yeah." I twisted the two fingers back and forth over the boy's nub while Tony and I watched the start of the game below. My other hand was moving as well, caressing Scooter's glossy warmth and Tony was rhythmically pumping his stiff little boner. I felt the boy tense. His breath caught again in a soft little, "Uh..." Then he jerked; two hard quick contractions that left him trembling. His eyes remained closed and bit-by-bit I felt his tight ring loosen. By the end of the first inning I had a third finger worked up inside and knew he was ready. By letting the boy's natural muscle tone push me out I withdrew my fingers and Tony cleaned them off for me with a handy wipe from the bar. Scooter opened his eyes, pulling his head back to give me an anxious look and I leaned over, kissing his forehead. "It's OK. Trust me." Lifting the boy I put him onto the sofa and Scooter scrambled to his knees. Tony helped him spread his thighs and the boy rested his head on the cushions, raising his cute little butt in air. My eyes drank in the vision of him, waiting for me to take him. "He know what to do, Jack," Tony assured me. Scooter nodded and said, "Uh-huh..." in his high little voice, but when I took position behind him and stroked the glossy curve of his hip I could feel that he was trembling again. "Everything's OK," I murmured, caressing with my palm. I guided the blunt tip of my jutting erection between the young boy's firm butt cheeks and slid it into his opening, which was still loose from the penetration of my fingers. Scooter gave a little moan as my thick head stretched him. "Uhhhh..." "Push down," I coaxed. "Push as hard as you can." The boy's muscles tensed as he bore down to open himself and the tight constriction around the head of my stiff rod eased. Leaning forward I exerted thrusting pressure with my hips until with a sudden pop I was in, the tip of my shaft enveloped by the heat of Scooter's body. The stretched ring fluttered, clamping around the neck of my rod as Scooter moaned again. "Just relax," I told him. "Don't try to squeeze. Let it stay open." After a few heartbeats Scooter's sphincter fluttered again and its grip on my penetrating rod eased. I waited patiently, not thrusting any further while Scooter squirmed, adjusting his position. "OK?" I whispered. The boy nodded, gasping, "It's big." He wiggled again, pushing back a little and I sank in another inch. With a soft moan, "Oooo..." the boy squirmed and then lifted up against me. I helped by thrusting a little and with a smooth glide my rod slid in the rest of the way. I bottomed out with my groin pressed to the rounded curve of Scooter's glossy butt. "Uhh... Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The boy moaned and shuddered, his small lean body writhing as he tried to push back and drive me even deeper. I ground my hips, moving the tip of my impaling shaft deep within his loins and he gave a long groan of pleasure. In front of him, Tony was steadying his shoulders and the older boy's hard erection was up and quivering. Scooter lifted his head, took Tony into his mouth and slid the full seven inches into his throat. I began to move in him, withdrawing and thrusting in a steady rhythm, pumping my hips. Scooter's rigid boy stick was jutting from his smooth groin, the shaft so hard I could feel the quiver of his excited heartbeats when I began rubbing with my fingers. Within minutes both boys were jerking, Tony releasing into Scooter's mouth while the young boy pushed back against my thrusts, his stiffy pulsing with hard contractions. When the spasms trailed off I withdrew all the way from Scooter and turned the young boy onto his back. He stared up wide-eyed up at me, streaks of Tony's semen on the corners of his mouth. I lifted his slender legs and when he realized what I wanted he hugged his knees, spreading his thighs for me to open himself. I leaned over him and the young boy closed his eyes as I put the head of my stiff rod on his stretched opening and slid it in, my blunt tip thrusting deep into the lean little body. The moment my groin locked against his stretched ass Scooter wrapped his legs around me, locking his ankles on my back, and as I began to pump he clung to my shoulders, arching in ecstasy, lifting to meet each of my thrusts. A series of throbbing pulses shot through the boy squeezing around my sliding shaft and Scooter squirmed, panting beneath me. "Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..." Suddenly his slender body jerked, quivering in spasm after spasm as his head arched back in passion. Again, and then again I brought him into his dry immature release, intending to go for much longer, but outside on the field a close play brought a roar from the crowd and the noise surrounding us excited me, taking me past the edge. With harder and faster thrusts I brought Scooter to another explosive jerking release, his little body arching beneath me, every muscle visible. There was another great roar from the stands and I heard Tony yell, "That one gone! Home run!" With a final heave, I stretched up into Scooter as far as I could, my body arched in passion as I squeezed to hold back and prolong myself. The noise of the vast crowd surrounded us, an ocean of noise, and the boy shuddered, bucking against me. In a huge surge I released, bucking in jerk after jerk, spurting into Scooter, filling him with my semen. As the roar of the crowd subsided I did too, leaning further and further over Scooter, panting, trying to keep my weight off him. The boy continued clutching at me with arms and legs, but I was already softening and soon his muscle tone pushed me out. He lay sprawled on the sofa with his eyes closed and I picked him up, cradling him in my arms to give gentle massage to his silky butt until his breathing slowed. "OK?" I asked when his eyes opened. He nodded. Tony brought us both a cold drink and we sat for a while watching the game. Then, with a nudge at Scooter's arm, Tony helped the younger boy off my lap and led him into the small bathroom that adjoined the box. I nibbled at another sandwich enjoying the action on the field until there was the sound of a flushing toilet and both boys emerged. Scooter squirmed back onto my lap to cuddle against me and Tony sat down leaning against my side, his dark hair smelling of the honey scented shampoo he had always liked. He turned toward me for a hug as I slipped an arm around his smooth shoulders and asked, "You gonna' be OK from now on?" "Yeah." "He'll probably need some looking after for a while." "I do that." Tony reached over to stroke the curve of Scooter's silky hip. "Now you been up in him, he let me do him, too." "God, Tony! Don't let him start doin' the whole neighborhood!" The older boy gave me a startled look and then smiled when he saw I was joking. "No way, Jack. Scooter let me cause I bring him to you. That's all. Nobody else." In my lap Scooter turned to gaze up at me and then wrapped his arms around my neck for a hug. "You got the cell phone?" I asked Tony. He got up, fumbled in one of the pockets of his pants and came back holding the phone out to Scooter. The young boy took it, caressing the case with his fingertips. "When you wanna call Jack," the older boy explained, "You jus' do like this..." He reached for the phone but Scooter pulled it away. "I know how." Tony and I looked at each other. I gave older boy a little smile. "You been replaced." Answering my smile with one of his own he nodded. We stayed for the rest of the game and at the end, as we were getting ready to leave, I gave Tony his finder's fee and then handed money to Scooter. "Tomorrow you and I go buy you some clothes," I told him and the boy smiled up at me. "Don't let anybody grab that money off you," I cautioned, but Tony put an arm around the youngster's shoulders and shook his head. "Nobody gonna' mess with him, Jack. I take care of it." "If you need anything, Tony, you know where to call." "Yeah." He gave me a last affectionate hug and then we left the box, joining the crowd exiting the stadium. When I had seen the boys safely onto their bus I took a taxi back to my hotel and when I got to my room checked both my phones for messages. There was one on my spare. It read, "Thx Jack. ICU tmrw. Luv Scooter." The kid was right, I thought. He knows how to work it. It was going to be a long night, waiting for the next day to come. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Hope you enjoyed it! This story is the thirteenth of a twenty-four part series that features the same central character. There will be something for everyone - single hook ups, doubles, twins, first times and hand offs. Drop me a line if you have a favorite chapter (I do, but won't reveal it). Look for a new chapter or two each month. ---------------------------------------------------- Thanks for taking the time to read my story and if you'd like to comment, my e-mail address is: hunterjoe45@yahoo.com I will try to answer all serious mailings. My on-line access is very limited. Rants and ravings will not get consideration. To all you readers who enjoy these stories, please support Nifty with contributions and keep the Archive online. Check the Nifty home page for ways to make contributions. Without this Archive those of us who write for you will lose a wonderful resource to get our stories out. You can find links to all my other stories on Nifty under my name, Joe Hunter, listed under the J's (for Joe) in the prolific authors list. I hope you will read and enjoy! All the Best. Joe