Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2008 16:18:39 -0800 (PST)
From: R M <textinboys17@ymail.com>
Subject: Text-a-Boy Service    /    Part 2

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.

Chapter 2

My first experience with the Text-a-boy Service was in the last chapter, as
well as everything that the service entails, so you might want to read that
before reading this one. I also forgot to describe myself. My name is
Mitch, and I'm a 28 year old guy living in an average sized apartment in a
Midwestern town. I have shortish brown hair, blue eyes, and I try to work
out, so I don't believe I'm that bad looking.

I like little boys, and have as long as I can remember, and have a couple
friends who I know who share my interests. It was one of these friends who
hooked me up with the service. My first trial run went better than expected
and I couldn't wait to try it again.

I went ahead and tried the service again at a mall, but felt safe enough to
try my local mall this time. I get hooked up with a couple other boys this
way, and it was fantastic, but not really noteworthy, so I'll let those
stories pass for now and let you know what happened after being in the
program for a couple weeks.

I happen to be a school teacher in the local middle school, which was not a
job that I fell into on accident, let me tell you. And one day while I was
taking my lunch break I got so horny and desperate for some relief that I
got up the guts to try the service here at my school, just to see what
would happen. I didn't expect much because of the school-exceptions the
boys are allowed to use, but before I knew it, my fingers were dialing that
number that had made little Mitchy happy so many times already.

After making my text, the program went through its usual tracking, matching
up my desires and the best boy within my proximity to hook me up with, and
figuring out the best place to do it. After a few minutes (quicker than I
would've guessed) it texted me back the info.
	WestHaven Mid
	Sci. wing bthrm
	Down long hall
	15 mins

As soon as I read that the meeting would take place in my very own school,
I could hardly wait. I was shocked the program would use an actual school
for a hook-up, but I was glad I didn't have to go very far.

As I walked down the hall to the Science wing, the thought hit my mind that
I would most likely know the boy who I was about to fuck around with. And
even if I didn't know him well, I would have at least seen him around, and
he was sure to know me. I found myself hoping that the rules about
confidentiality were kept very well by this boy. I had only fucked with
boys I had never met, and will probably never meet again, so this was a
little more nerve-racking.

I took a deep breath, and stepped into the dim, narrow hallway that led
down a seldom-used area of the school with the oldest bathrooms. They were
single use bathrooms that locked when one was in them. I walked in and
braced myself to see who I was matched with. I locked the door and turned
around only to see one of the cutest boys who I had fantasized about so
many times while seeing him in the hallways.

He wasn't in any of my classes, but I knew he was 12 years old. He was a
racially mixed boy who had medium caramel skin, tight braids, and was
wearing a baggy sweatshirt and jeans. He looked a little shocked when he
saw me, but I swear I saw a hint of gladness that it was me who walked
in. We made sure it was the right match by telling each other our numbers,
then I wanted to make sure we were both on the same page.

"Hey there man, uh, this is just gonna stay in here isn't it?" I asked

"Oh yeah, I ain't gonna tell no one, but you can't be letting all my friend
know what I be doing with guys and stuff, ok?"

"Of course, I'd never do that to you."

We kinda looked nervous at each other for a little bit and then I decided
to go for it. I walked over to him and gave him a little hug and started
rubbing his arms and shoulders. I put my hands behind his head and he
looked up at me. His face looked like a little sweet cherub. I leaned down
closer to him, and when he didn't move away, I gave him a little kiss. He
moaned and put his arms around me like a boy who had always wanted to be
with a man like this.

The bathroom had long since been used for a little bit of storage as well,
and there were some old gym mats stacked along one of the side walls. I
walked away from him for a bit to put the mats on the floor. There were
quite a few, and they stacked up a good couple feet off the floor. I sat on
them and motioned for him to walk toward me, and he did so willingly. He
stood between my open legs and I let my hands go around his body and up
under the back of his sweatshirt feeling his soft, warm skin. I moved my
hands upward a little more and he lifted his arms to allow me to slide his
top off. His skin was so smooth and tight. I looked at his tight little
stomach going in and out with his breathing, and his growing six-pack was
one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.

I just decided to go for and reached for his pants. He tensed up, but gave
a little laugh because deep down he wanted to be with me. I undid his belt
and slid down the jeans, and he kicked them off to the side. I stared at
his dark body highlighting his tight, white boxerbriefs with a nice sized
bulge in them. I reached around and grabbed his butt cheeks in my hands,
giving them a few rubs and squeezes.

He sat on my lap as I pulled him toward me, and we started to make out. My
hands never stopped moving over his legs, chest, back, and cloth covered
private areas as our tongues exploded with passion. He was really getting
into this, and it was making it easier for me to let my guard down some
more.

I stood up and he sat on the mats as I undressed down to my boxers. He
smiled one of the biggest smiles as he leaned back and lifted up his
strong, lean legs. He spread them out like a whore and licked his lips. I
let my dick slip out of the little hole in front and reached for some lube
in my pocket, but he stopped me.

"Don't need to do that." And when I was about to question him he just said,
"Trust me, just slide it in, it'll be just fine."

I shrugged, and leaned over him. My hands slid all the way down his sides
and into the waistband of his underwear. He lifted his ass a little bit
while I slid the undies off, leaving him completely naked. His legs slowly
came back down and wrapped around my waist and he pulled himself to the
edge of the mats so my dick was right up against his ballsack. There was
barely any hair on him, and it wasn't from lack of shaving, he was just
simply a young boy barely into his puberty years.

I could tell his hole had been used before, so I wasn't worried about
hurting him, but I couldn't imagine him not needing at least some lube. He
grabbed my dick with his lovely hand and guided it to the tip of his
hole. As I started to press in, it went in easily, and I didn't have to
stop as I went all the way in, hearing this little boy-bitch moan in heat,
feeling himself get filled with what he loves.

As I hit bottom I realized why he didn't need lube. I was actually having
sloppy seconds in this boy's ass. That means someone else in this school
was with the program, and had very recently planted himself in this boy. I
knew I couldn't ask anything about this to the boy, and he would never tell
me anyway, so I let it go as I started sliding in and out of him.

I grabbed his black little thighs and pulled him to the edge as I pushed in
and out of his tight little hole over and over. His 3 inch dick was hard as
a rock and bouncing around while I fucked him. I leaned down and almost
layed on top of him as my fucking got harder, making the mats slide
slightly on the floor. His naked body against mine felt so wonderful and I
grabbed as much of his as I could with my hands and arms, both of us
moaning in between kissing and licking each other.

My hips started going faster as I knew I was close and could have made it
last but know I shouldn't because we both would have to be getting back to
our respective classes. His breathing was so hard and fast, and was so sexy
for me to hear, and only added to the pressure on my dick ready to burst
inside of this young boy who I had been fantasizing about forever.

His limbs were wrapped around me so tight I could barely move, so I grabbed
him and stood up with him still on my rod. I shimmied over to the remaining
mats that were against the wall and leaned him against them, shoving hard
back up into him as I bumped him into the mats. He was trying to bounce on
me now, holding back as much of his noise making as he could, and I was
trying to do the same. I felt myself getting closer and I pulled him closer
to me with my hands at his back so our chests were mostly against each
other, faces looking directly at each other. I pushed him down on my dick
hard as I fucked into him hard enough to make him grunt. Our motions got
faster and harder and before I knew it, I felt my dick start to burst. I
stared him right in the eyes and gave him a big kiss and really tight hug
as I blasted shot after shot of cum up into his tight black booty. We both
groaned as my dick continued its assault, our bodies frozen.

As my orgasm ended I sat back down with him on my lap resting against my
shoulder. I put my hand on his cute little head running my fingers through
his short braids. My other hand kept feeling all over his body, as if this
would be the last time I met with him, although I hoped it would not be.

After we both calmed down, we looked at each other with a look of
understanding that we both loved what had just happened, and both wanted it
to happen again. I kissed him again, in several places, after he lifted
himself off of my wilting dick. We slowly got dressed as we chatted with
some small talk, which is not against the rules, as long as it ends once we
leave.

We were heading toward the door and I realized we had cut it a little too
far into the next period, so my class would be waiting for me, and his
teacher for him, so I told him to hurry. As we both got back into the hall,
he realized he was going the wrong way and had to pass back toward me.

"Excuse me, young man, but you're supposed to be in class right now, aren't
you?" I asked, immediately playing the part.

"Sorry, sir," he replied, looking exactly like a boy caught playing hooky,
but not at all like a boy playing hooker, "I just got held up, I'm sorry."

I sent him on his way with a warning. I turned around slightly as he got to
the end of the hall just in time to see his little ass turn the corner. I
thought about how hot those little black lumps were and wondered how badly
my juice was running out of his hole. When I got back into my class I could
hardly teach because I was trying to figure out which other guy at the
school could have been the one to deposit that first load into my favorite
little school boy.

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at Textinboys17@ymail.com