Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2009 14:59:20 -0700 (PDT) From: R M Subject: Text-A-Boy Service / Part 10 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. And by the way, this story takes place in a world without std's. P.S. I also realize this story would never happen in real life because of the tracking abilities of cell phones and the "shyness" of men who like boys, but all that aside, it'd be pretty cool. Also, sorry I didn't continue part 8. I got a few e-mails from people who felt it seemed like a cliffhanger and wanted to see what happened, but I don't see myself finishing it. Mostly, that's simply because my mind is way out of that story right now, and it would feel forced. Chapter 10 My name is Troy. I'm 12 years old and have been in the Service for a little less than a year, since I was 11. A friend of mine who's a couple years old than me had been in the service for a year before that, and he hooked me up. Him and I had been fucking around and stuff for a long time, and I noticed he would be really worn out sometimes in the hole area, and finally questioned him about it. After he explained everything about the service, I wanted in. Didn't even think about it. Well, I did, but it was only thinking about how awesome it would be to get all the money just for sucking guys and getting fucked, which I like anyway. So after all the paperwork and formalities, I was signed up. It's made my life pretty exciting, because I never quite know when A guy's gonna want a boy like me. I have to hide the texts from my parents and other friends, and keeping everything a secret was hard at first, but not so much anymore. I had thought that I would be getting fucked by a bunch of strangers, and some of them were, but it was surprising how many I knew either by name or just by face. Since being in the program I've found myself being pounded in the ass by my very own principal in his office, coming early to baseball practice to get it up the ass from my coach, and even laying on the changing room floor at the mall looking up at my older cousin's face squished up in orgasm as my boy-pussy is filled by his cum. Those and many other experiences have made this last year the best one in my life so far. Well, just a couple days ago I was sitting at home in my little neighborhood doing my homework. My mom was at work, and Dad was out of town. Around 4:00 I got the text. client request 3 area match 1st response needed est. 30-40 min I looked at the clock and had well over an hour before my mom got home, and I was definately in the mood enough to get it right about now, so I quickly texted back before any other match could take it from me. #370012 client accept loc: home I waited a minute or two for the response saying I had texted first and would get the hookup. confirmed #370012 desired hookup loc.? I usually head to the park, maybe the mall, or another place around my house for a hookup, but since I had the place to myself, I figured why not. home front unlock 2fl 2nd br 5 min As soon as I sent this one, I put all my homework on the table, and cleaned up my afternoon snack and turned off the tv. After unlocking the front door, I headed straight up to my bedroom to get everything ready. I know what men like when they are with young boys, and especially in their bedrooms. I stripped off everything I was wearing and got my secret box out of its hiding place. I took my lube and got my hole all greased up and ready for its coming intruder. I grabbed a pair of my old small white briefs and slid them up my legs. Then I put on a pair of basketball short and an old short white tshirt. I took some posters I had in the box and put them up. I put a cool car poster over my 50 Cent poster, and put an X-Men poster over my Lil Wayne poster. Men like to think boys are younger than they really are, so I like to play up the innocence. I also put a baseball cap on the desk chair, threw some dirty clothes on the floor, and threw the Spiderman blanket from my closet on top of my bed. About 10 minutes later I was all ready and just waiting on the edge of my bed when I heard a car pull up. I looked out my window and saw a man in his late 20s getting out of a car and walking up to the front door. This was him for sure. I jumped back on my bed, let my legs hang off the edge, and layed back trying to look as seductive as possible. When he walked quietly down the hallway I saw him peek in and smile when he saw me. My body has a way of doing that. I have girly long brown hair, and big brown eyes with long lashes. I should've been born a girl, that's for sure. My body is just as thin as a girl's would be too. He walked right over to my bed, stood between my legs and leaned right down and started french kissing me. I grabbed him with my legs and hands, sticking my tongue in his mouth, slurping away. As I clung to him, his weight pushed down on me, and I felt how badly he needed a fuck. That thing in his pants was about to burst through the zipper. I started to grind my body against his. He let go of the kiss and slid his hands all over my body, going up under my shirt and fondling my little nipples and feeling my ribs, arms, and lower back, eventually sticking his hands into the edge of my shorts. I layed back on the bed in a big X shape, and let him explore my body all he wanted. His hands went everywhere, touching and fondling every inch of my flesh. My dick was twitching the whole time, and when he was done molesting this little boy, he took off my shorts and tshirt and got down on the bed next to me. "I'm Mitch." "I'm Troy, and I'm so horny." "Me too Troy, nice to meet you. How fast do you want to do this?" "I need to get your thing inside me right now, man." "Go for it, buddy." He said and turned onto his back. I jumped up and straddled him, rubbing myself against him on my way up. I told him to take his shirt off, and he did so as I worked the zipper on his jeans. His dick strained against his boxerbriefs when I got the pants off. I brought my face down and licked him through the fabric, leaving a dark, wet mark along the front. His moans encouraged me to get more. I grabbed the underwear and slid them down to his knees, suddenly seeing his bright red knob as a beacon for my hot lips. I rested my crotch on his legs and started sucking him to get him all wet for me. My long hair was flopping all over his crotch and he laughed. "Your hair tickles buddy, but I like it." I kept bobbing on his meat for a minute, feeling his fingers going through my hair pushing me down and pulling me up. When I was reading for a reaming, I pulled off and left my slobber sliding down his shaft. My briefs were old and had "swiss-cheese-crotch" syndrome, tons of holes from being worn a whole lot. I had his cock nestled in my cloth-covered crack and his hands were all over my ass, going in and out of the cloth. I reached back, grabbed one of the larger holes around my boy-hole, and ripped the undies open enough for his large dick to poke through. His hands were on my legs, thighs, and knees as I grabbed his dick under me, brought myself up and slowly lowered onto him, the lube and spit squishing on the way down. Soon, my undie-clad ass cheeks were pushed right against his hairy crotch, and I felt filled up in my belly. I started bouncing right away, loving having him inside of me. I put my arms above my head and fucked myself on his pole. He moaned and groaned and held me around the waist, sliding his hands up to my armpits and back down. His hips were bucking up into my little hole hard and fast, and I loved it all. The font of my undies were getting wet as well as I ground my ass in circles and up and down. I needed to let my thing out, so I told him. "Hold on." And I stood up real quick, his dick popping out of me. He looked shocked, but knew what I was doing. I shucked my undies off, my 4.5 incher springing up. I threw them aside and squatted back down, his dick going up me fully in about one second. "OHH my god", he said, thrusting his hips up again, grabbing me hard around the hips, and leaning his head far back on my Spiderman pillow. I really started going at it, thrusting myself down on him as hard as I could, waving my hand in the air. "Yee-Haw! ride 'em cowboy! I got me a buckin' bronco here." Mitch laughed and started bucking his body around more, shoving himself into me as if he were trying to climb inside. I felt myself getting close to cumming so I kept bucking on him until I was about to blow. I warned him and he grabbed my little dick and jacked me to the end. I flung myself down chest to chest as my cum started blasting up between us, all over his belly. I kissed him and hugged him tight, and his hips kept thrusting, hitting my prostate to force out even more cum. Suddenly his dick got bigger, and through my orgasmic haze, I could feel him flip me over on my back like a ragdoll, my dick still twitching. My eyes half-closed, I clung to him and he started power-fucking me against the bed. His dick smashed into my body, his weight powering behind it. He grabbed me behind my back, hugging me hard and groaning loudly into my ear and shoved one big thrust into me and started filling me with cum. He injected it into me as he whined and moaned, using me like a fuck toy as I used myself to milk his balls empty. He finally stopped shooting cum, and layed down on my chest, breathing hard and sweating on my small body. After a while, we looked into each other's face. "Hey Troy, that was hot, you're one sexy little boy." "I know." I smiled. "You're pretty good yourself." "Maybe I'll see you around sometime again?" "Hope so." "Me too." With that, he slipped out and off of me, slowly getting dressed. I just pulled my shorts back on. He waved goodbye and went out the door. I put all the posters back and threw away the torn undies so Mom wouldn't find them and ask questions. I deleted the texts, went downstairs, and finished my homework 20 minutes before she got home. After dinner and some t.v., I said goodnight and went to bed. I drifted to sleep, laying under Spiderman who had a mysterious new white stain on his thigh. Feel free to e-mail me with thoughts, comments, or constructive criticism at Textinboys17@ymail.com