Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2008 17:42:31 -0800 (PST)
From: R M <textinboys17@ymail.com>
Subject: Text-a-Boy Service    /    part 1

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.

P.S. this story takes place in a world without std's.

Chapter 1

I was nervous signing up, but a friend had referred me, and his testimony
about what the program had done for him was so convincing that I just had
to try it. The Boy-Text program was hard to understand at first, but I'll
try to give you the gist of it. Basically, once you signed up, and continue
to pay the hefty fee up front by the year, whenever you wish, and wherever
you are, a hook-up with a boy will be made for you. Unlimited use. Boys who
sign up for the program are recruited from various sources, including
friends or men who refer them. They understand what is expected of them and
are completely willing to do it. This is because they only have to give 2-3
years to the program, with possible breaks in between, and when they
eventually turn 18, they receive a very large sum of money. The boys vary
in ages and varieties, as do the men who sign up to participate.

Each man, when he signs up, tells his preferences for age, color, and other
properties of boys he likes. Whenever a man wishes to hook up with a boy he
texts a special message to the headquarters. They then find a boy for him
to hook up with based on location and preferences, and text the boy and the
man where they are supposed to meet. The locations are prescreened far
safety and privacy. No matter when or where the request for hooking up
occurs, there is a match made, with few exceptions. School based exceptions
for the boys are among some of the exceptions where they will not be
required to hook up. There are strict rules of keeping ones mouth shut on
the part of the man and boy. Because of the nature of the program, many
hook-ups can happen between the same coupling and with men and boys who may
know or see each other in real life situations. There must not be any
talking about the situations outside of the hook-ups and no change in real
life situations once the hook-up is over. Boys who violate this privacy
agreement will be removed from the program and all eventual payments
revoked. Men who violate it will be removed from the program and lose the
money invested.  There are some more rules and situations that I might have
missed, but you get the idea. After I heard all of this from my friend and
considered it, I signed up. I could barely afford it, but I just had to
give it a year test-run. It did take a few days before I built up the
courage to give it a try.  Because I was nervous to try it, I decided to
drive a couple hours to another town just to make sure I didn't know the
boy or anyone I knew saw me doing something suspicious. I got to a local
mall in the area, held my breath, and texted my code to the
headquarters. After a few minutes I received a text back that simply said;

	Green St. Mall
	2nd fl boys bthrm.
	Jantrs clst will be opn
	5-10 min

I knew that if I didn't arrive within the given time, the boy would leave
the meeting place and my hook-up would be cancelled. After reading this a
couple times, I checked my breath, got out of my car, and headed into the
mall. After finding what I found as the second floor boys' bathroom I
slowly opened the door. There was a long bathroom, not too bad, with only
one other man at a urinal. I went into a stall and closed the door. I
waited for him to leave and then I slipped out and walked over to the metal
door at the back corner of the bathroom. I paused only slightly and
carefully pried the door open and walked in to a dimly lit area about half
the size of a regular bedroom.

There were a few cleaning supplies and sinks on one side of the room, a
single light bulb hanging from the ceiling and a small cot on the opposite
side supposedly for a janitor to rest, or for other people to
"use". Sitting on the middle of the bed was a very cute, pale-skinned boy
who looked to be about 13 years old. He has medium length brown hair and
brown eyes. He didn't appear to be surprised or scarred, so I figured that
this wasn't his first time, as it was mine. We told each other the code to
let members know they are with the correct hook-up. As soon as I closed the
door, and locked it, he started talking.

"Hey man, what's up, you're a bit nicer looking than the usual guys. But
hey, my mom thinks I'm at some store trying on some clothes and she expects
me back in about 20 minutes, so can we be quick?"

"Uh...sure, I guess." I responded, pretty much willing to do anything this
boy wanted.

He stood up and started taking off his red t-shirt and unbuckling his belt
and asked, "so what do you wanna do?"

"I'm not really sure, this is kinda my first time. Not with a boy, but with
the program."

"WOW, really? I've never been someone's first before. Ok, lemme tell you
your options. We can do anything you want from just making out, or I can
blow you, or I can let you fuck me, as long as we don't go too long."

By this time, his pants were at his ankles and he was standing there in his
black boxers with pants down past his knees. He looked down at my obvious
hard-on in my pants, and he said "allow me," and reached my zipper and
pulled it down without argument from me. I gently held his arms while he
did this, rubbing his smooth skin and trying to wake myself up, believing I
was for sure in a dream. After he fished my dick out and slid my pants and
boxer-briefs down, he stroked me gently and bent forward. I put my fingers
through his hair and looked up at the ceiling. I closed my eyes as I felt
his sweet lips cover the mushroom top of my manhood. He slid up and down
and I had to hold back my moans in case someone came into the bathroom. I
slowly sat back on the cot and leaned against the wall as he followed my
dick down and slipped his mouth farther down the shaft, making slurping
noises as he went. I kept rubbing his head and shoulders as he worked his
tongue and lips all over my dick. I felt his drool running down the
shaft. He did this for only a couple minutes before I was so turned on I
couldn't hold back anymore. He pulled off quick and said, "wanna blow in my
mouth?"

"Hell yeah" I moaned back, and he quickly showed his face back around my
dick, causing it to shoot wads of cream only a few strokes later. I pumped
and pumped a day's worth of cum into his burning hot mouth, and pulled his
head down with my hands.

After some gagging and swallowing, he backed up, wiped his mouth off,
pulled up his pants, and put his shirt back on. I slowly got my head back
on, and then decided I shouldn't just sit there naked at the waist so I
pulled up my pants as well.

"Alright, you good to go man? I really should get back to my mom."

"Yeah, sure" I stammered. "That was great, is...uh, there anything else to
do?"

"Nope, that's it, that's what the programs for. I dunno if I'll seeya
again, but remember, we can't know each other once we leave the room."

"Sure, yeah, I remember, hey thanks a lot man, but I don't live around
here, so I may not see you again. But uh.., have fun shopping with your
mom.

"Ok, seeya."

And with that, he unlocked the door after listening up against it, and
walked out of the bathroom. I spent about 30 seconds re-energizing myself
on the cot before I got up and left. I went to the bathroom, washed my
hands, and left. As I went toward the exit, I passed the boy standing with
his mom and her shopping cart by the exit. She wasn't looking my way, but
he was facing me. He had to have seen me coming, but as I walked by
pretending not to know him, I swear he didn't even glance at me. I was
impressed. What a professional, he must have been in it for a while. As I
walked to my car, I realized it may not be that bad to try a hook-up nearer
where I lived, and I was sure going to try it again soon. I went home and
texted my friend. I was not able to tell him what it was like in words, and
all he wrote was, "I understand."



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