Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2011 14:43:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cruising Rural Boys (4)

Cruising Rural Boys
By
Storyguy22

(4)

   Back in the truck, I bumped along the dirt track until I reached the
main road again, and then turned left toward home. Driving along at a
leisurely pace I reflected upon the recent events at the swimming hole, and
my dick stirred as I drew visuals in my mind of the cute naked boys I had
watched there. Nearing the ancient building that served both as an
antiquated gas station/garage and a kind of general store with very limited
product selection, I spotted the youngest of the three boys sitting on the
bench of an old picnic table not far from the store, and on a whim I turned
in and parked.

   Alighting from the truck I glanced over at the boy who sat sipping at
the final swallows of a soda pop that he had clearly gotten from the
forties style vending machine located on the porch of the store. I arrived
at this conclusion based on my knowledge that only those very old style
machines still dispensed long-neck style bottles rather than the currently
used cans. The boy once again struck me as exceedingly cute in a sweet and
innocent way, and I also noted that he looked as though he had overheated
himself while pedaling his bike on this very warm day. I gave him a little
wave, and he returned it as he upended the soda bottle and drained
it. Walking nearer, I said hi, and mentioned that I was going to get myself
one of those cold sodas, and offered to buy him a refill, which he accepted
with a nod, and a smile that sent a jolt through my balls.

   I got the sodas, and went over to join the boy at the picnic table, and
as I handed him the bottle I asked if I might join him. With another of
those dazzling smiles he patted the bench along him, and so I sat, as close
as possible without actually pressing my leg to his bare one which in truth
I would have much preferred. We chatted, introducing ourselves, and he
mentioned that he had heard some city guy was staying at the dog place for
a while. Intrigued, I asked him if he knew Sam, or Dillon, and he kind of
giggled as he muttered something about everybody knowing everybody around
here. Typical, I suppose, of small town America, and I began to ponder just
what conversation had taken place between the boys in regard to moi.

   I made some inane inquiries about his age, his thoughts about school,
and rural life in general, and as he responded I discovered that his name
was Alex, he would be having his thirteenth birthday in just eleven more
days, and that he was also quite the chatterbox as he went on a good five
minutes, barely taking breathes as he extolled the joys of rural life, up
to and including the joys of the nearby swimming hole, and the fact that he
had seen my truck parked there a while back. I wondered if he had connected
the dots and concluded that in all likelihood I had been doing a bit of
spying on him and his naked buddies, but if that had occurred to him it
gave him no pause as he continued his dissertation while I continued to
check him out.

   Everything about this little cutie was making me horny as a goat from
the lilting, kind of girly actually, to the boy-scent of him, and I tried
not to leer as my eyes drifted over his slim young body. I was again struck
by his slimness, so petite as to be nearly dainty, and the creamy smooth of
his bare chest and the puffy nubs of his brown nipples begged for attention
of lips and tongue, as did his soft little tummy with its lingering traces
of baby fat. His cotton shorts presented interesting bulges, and I conjured
up a vision of him naked at the river, and I felt my cock stir again. His
thin legs were smooth as silk, and both tanned and toned, and I gave silent
thanks for whatever local code seemed to dictate the dress code for these
stunning local boys, to wit, pretty much nothing other than the briefest of
shorts, and then apparently only when in public. Our continuing
conversation seemed to be completely comfortable as I elaborated some on my
own status regarding my house sitting arrangement, and Alex showed some
excitement when I made mention of the resident dog population. Turns out
the boy was quite a lover of dogs but was denied ownership of same due to
his Mom's serious allergies to animal fur and fleas. Ever alert to my keen
boy-dar, I gently inquired if Alex might care to load his bike in the
truck, and ride to the house with me where he could check out the menagerie
to his heart's desire before continuing his homeward trek. In a flash he
agreed, and after loading his bike up, he hopped into the truck alongside
me. My God, I thought as we headed on down the road, I really need to give
serious thoughts to becoming a rural resident!

   At the house, I dispatched one of the staffers to give Alex the deluxe
tour of the kennels and occupants, and told the boy to join me at the house
when he had seen enough, and needed another soda. He grinned that killer
little smile, and followed the somewhat disgruntled dog person toward the
kennels. I knew it nearing the end of the handlers shift, but screw it, how
long would a bunch of mutts hold the attention of a boy not quite
thirteen. I went into the house and double checked the cold drink supply,
and then filled a bowl with some snacks, and settled in to await my next
conquest...hopefully.

   After a time both Alex and the staffer showed up, and as I let Alex into
the house the staffer bid me good night as he announced he was done for the
day. I waved him off, and then went to join Alex in the living room. I
offered him a drink, and as I went to the kitchen to get the goodies he
asked to use the john, and scooted off down the hall. As I carried the
drinks and snacks into the living room I pictured the boy standing over the
toilet with his little shorts at his knees as he held his small treasure in
his fingers as he aimed his pee stream at the water in the bowl, and my
cock thickened some. I waited for him to return, and when he settled onto
the sofa, I joined him, and handed him his drink. We chatted some more, and
as I allowed my leg to inch its way toward him until it actually touched
his, he took no particular notice of the contact. His level of conversation
was impressive given his tender years, and he seemed a very secure and
confident boy which only added to his overall attractiveness, but, none of
that could possibly have prepared me for the moment he turned those
beautiful eyes on me, and asked in a stunningly matter of fact way,

   "Do you want to do it to me, too...?...what you did with Sam and Dillon,
I mean...?"

   I damn near spit a mouth full of Coke all over the place as he so
innocently asked me to suck him off, and it took me a good minute to
regroup, but finally I managed to sputter,

   "Well Alex, I'm not really sure what you mean...?"

   As calmly as if he were asking me the time, he replied,

   "Do you want to suck my dick I mean...cause if you do, it's cool with
me."

   I gulped, struggling to gather myself, and finally managed to mumble,

   "Well yes, actually Alex, I'd love that...as long as you don't have any
problem with it...and promise not to cause me any sort of trouble...I mean,
you are pretty young for that sort of thing."

   He grinned at me, saying,

   "Who would I tell anyway...not any adults, for sure, and Sam and Dillon
are all down with it already, right?"

   He had me there, of course, so I just kind of shrugged, and I told him,

   "Okay, Sport...you're on then...this is actually exactly what I was
hoping for...what I really wanted to do to you and your buds back at the
river when I saw you all before."

   He giggled, and blurted,

   "Oh man...really...?...you were watching us...all naked?"

   I chuckled and held up my hands in surrender as I nodded and admitted,

   "Yup...guilty...I watched you all naked until you left, and then I
watched the other two jackoff onto each other...man, it was awesome...I
wish I could have sucked all of you off out there!"

   Alex giggled, his eyes going wide at my disclosure about his pals
jerking off on each other, and he squealed,

   "Ah man, jeez...I knew it...I just knew those two were playing around
like that...I'm always asking them to let me in on it, but they just laugh
at me cause they think I'm too little to know about that stuff...I bet they
even think I can't make cums, too...they are so lame!"

   Chuckling, I asked the obvious, ever hopeful,

   "So Alex, can you...?"

   He giggled some more, and then answered slyly,

   "I know how you can find out...!"

   Cheeky little shit, I thought, but I took his point, and gave him cheeky
right back as I told him,

   "Okay hotshot...that's a bluff I'll call...now, let's get you out of
those shorts...I want you naked again...!"

   He laughed, and quickly began tugging the small shorts off as I reached
out to help, and in seconds he was beautifully naked. His penis was on the
rise, though not yet fully hard, and while it was small, it looked
absolutely delicious. As I began to fondle him his boy-cock quickly
hardened, and at full boner I guessed it to be about three plus inches, and
about as thick as my thumb. He was cleanly cut, a faint scar from the
procedure evident below the knob of his treasure, and the narrow shaft was
smooth and hairless. A sparse thatch of stringy pubes dotted his soft
groin, while a beautiful pouch of young balls settled between his thighs,
and as I began to stroke him up and down he shuddered, and sighed heavily
in pleasure. I played with him for quite a while and used my free hand to
roam over his warm smooth skin, touching him everywhere I could reach, and
his breathing turned into raspy gasps, and when I could resist no longer, I
splayed his slender body on the sofa, and went to my knees along side.

    I lowered my head, and inhaled his freshness, that wonderful aroma so
unique to young boys filling my senses, and slid my tongue out to swipe it
over the silky smooth head of his sweet cock.  He moaned and groaned above
me, his slim fingers threading into my hair as I licked the length of him,
and then lapped all over his balls. I sucked each orb in turn, and then
took his length into my drooling mouth and began a steady bobbing over his
tasty young dick, back in boy heaven once again. Alex thrust his tiny butt,
pushing his boner into my willing mouth, and I toyed with his balls with my
fingers, even trailing a finger down to his tiny pucker, and he all but
leapt off the sofa. His taste was exhilarating, a flavor that if bottled
would easily sell the world over, and I slobbered and slurped, eager now
for what I hoped would be a decent offering of boy-honey, and in another
short while Alex definitely did not disappoint when, with a sharp thrust of
hip and a loud growl he ejaculated his sweet, creamy nectar into my waiting
mouth. I counted three strong spurts and then the flow reduced to a slow
dribble of smaller spasms, and I savored every drop, the creamy fluid as
sweet as any decadent desert I had ever enjoyed, and when he had finished I
happily swallowed the lot, shivering as the viscous fluid slid down my
throat. I backed off then, his now tiny boyhood slipping from my lips, and
I spent some time licking his nether regions all over, tasting his sweat,
and youthfulness. I held his small penis in my fingers, and planted little
kisses all over it, savoring its cuteness and taste, and finally I sat back
on the sofa, pulling the boy in close as I whispered sweet nothings to him
as we basked in the afterglow. Eventually, he rolled those beautiful eyes
up to meet mine and he smiled broadly as he said, breathlessly,

   "Yikes...that was really awesome...really, really amazing...how much
longer did you say you were going to be around here...?"

(Story Continues)
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