Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2008 06:31:01 -0800 (PST) From: R M Subject: Text-a-Boy Service / Part 4 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 4 Ever since I've been using this new service my mind has been wandering all over the place. I've been trying to imagine how many places I could take advantage of it, and wondering about all the men and boys passing me wondering if they were maybe also a part of the service. And going on farther, there may have been times where I was just a few feet away from a hooking up happening, just hidden from my view. So here I was now, working my regular job, enjoying random fucks from hot boys whenever I wanted. I was definitely enjoying my life. The school district I work for wanted to send me to a conference for some blah-blah-blah reason. So here I am at the airport, sitting and waiting for my ride, and I was wondering if I dared try what my dick wanted me to do. The rules said that in the event of places where phones may not be allowed, such as a plane ride, libraries, whatever, the request must be made before the event occurs, while each participant still has their cell phone. I texted my request as well as the flight number. This was the longest I had ever had to wait for a response, so I assumed it wouldn't work to have an in-flight hook-up, but eventually it came. It said Rear bthrm #4 entr@ exat 2:04 unlock@ 2:14 make it quick This was going to be very interesting. I was going to have to have very good timing and unlock the door at the perfect time. I had been wondering how they would avoid some suspicion, but this made some kind of sense. So sitting at the gate, I was waiting the longest half hour in the world for my flight to start boarding. I was trying to hide my growing erection, and to make it go down I was reading the newspaper. I worst would be for someone to notice my little "problem" before I had the chance to take care of it inside some little boy. Finally it came time to board, and I was seated toward the middle of the plane. I sat down and as the other passengers started boarding I was looking at all of the boys trying to figure out which one was about to be filled with my cream. There were only 3 who I thought may be a part of the service, and to tell you the truth, they were all pretty hot, but there was one boy with olive skin and dark brown wavy hair falling slightly into his eyes. His eyes also seemed to be glancing around the cabin for the same reason I was. He never caught my glance, but I hoped he was the one. We got ready to go and the plane took off around 1:00, and we were going across a lot of the country and the flight was over 2 hours. I sat there tapping my foot, reading the paper without understanding any of the words and glancing at the clock on my phone so often it seemed to never move. Finally, it hit 2:02, so I slowly got up as casual as possible, and moved to the back of the plane. It was not very full, and those who were near the back were just looking out the window, reading, listening to music, sleeping, or otherwise doing nothing that would make them take notice of me. There were 4 bathrooms in the back, so more than one person in the area would not be suspicious behavior. I went to the last one on the right, which had a little metal tag saying "4" on it. At exactly 2:04 I opened the door, went inside and slide the latch shut. The space was pretty cramped, as any of you who have been in an airplane bathroom would know. Basically about 6 or 7 square feet in area; most of the space being filled with the toilet and little sink. I sat on the toilet and waited, as hard as a rock. The text said make it quick, and I understood the reason behind that. To help it move faster I went ahead and got myself even more "excited", picturing what was about to happen. I also lubed myself up. Anything I could do to get a few extra second of boy booty would be good. I watched the phone carefully as it hit 2:13. I had my hand on the latch, and as soon as it hit 2:14, I unlocked the door as quietly as possible and waited. It seemed like an eternity, but it was more likely about 15 seconds when I saw it start to slide open. My dream came true as a little boy quickly slid inside as if there was not a person in there blocking his entrance, and closed and locked the door behind him. JACKPOT, I thought. It was the exact boy I had been hoping would come in here. His dark eyes looked into mine and he looked like a very fun kid to play with. He noticed my dick sticking out of my boxer fly and grabbed it and started stroking it. He really had to get going as well, and I assume that was because he got the same message as me to "make it quick." "Hey little buddy," I whispered, "not too much ok, I already got it pretty worked up for you." "Cool, my name's Tony." "I'm Mitch, nice to meet you Tony, how old are you?" "I'm gonna be 10 in a few weeks." I was freaking out inside, this was totally awesome! Much better than anything I wanted. I had never had a boy so young before. 9 years old?! Single digits?! I was in heaven. Here he was, stroking me up, preparing my 8 inch buddy to get up inside him. He pushed me a little bit backwards until I was sitting back down on the toilet seat. "I wanna ride you." "Are you sure, won't that take too much time?" "I'm good like that." He was very confident for such a sexy little boy slut. I was really into that though, and let him have his way. I felt up his body and lifted his shirt over his head and layed it on the little counter they had in there. He wasn't really well defined yet, but he was on the way there. Most of the little kid fat gone, and his chest was getting some definition to it. Very hot though. And absolutely no hair under the pits. I took his jeans and started to undo the belt, but they seemed loose enough so I just slid them down to his knees. He was wearing plaid boxers and I let my fingers glide over his belly and sides just brushing the top of his boxers. I slid down his sides and grabbed the bottom of the boxers. I moved them down his silky, smooth thighs, and waited to see his...pair of briefs? "What's with the double-undies, little buddy?" "Oh, I wear boxers so they stick up out of my jeans and I can look cool, but I like how briefs feel on me. Plus they help hold in more cum after a hook-up. " "Makes sense." I replied as I was working the tighty whities down as well. He had the cutest little dicky for a 9, almost 10, year old boy. I was only a couple inches long and still as smooth as the day he was born. He then proceeded to look like an acrobat with those legs bending around in that small area, trying to get all his garments off of his legs and then to maneuver himself so he was straddling me, crouching on the sides of the toilet area, holding on to the handicapped assistance bars on the sides. I helped hold him up with my hands though. I kept holding his as he let go with one of his hands and grabbed my dick once again to guide it to its temporary home. As it hit the entrance of his hot, horny, whore-hole, I held tightly. He wasted no time in sliding down my shaft, lube squishing all the way down. Even thought I knew he was experienced, I still didn't expect him to take it all, but he surprised me, sighing in satisfaction as he hit my pubes. His little dick bouncing to attention all the way down, finally pointing straight at my face. I looked into his eyes as he wrapped his arms around me, and I wrapped mine around him. I moved toward him and he let me kiss him. Not only did he let me, but he started kissing back with the full pouty lips on his gorgeous, smooth, olive face. Between smooches I told him we had better get going, so he started gyrating his hips around, giving my dick a wild ride in his boy cunt. My fingers were wrapped up in his hair as we made out and as he grinded on my lap, and they traced their way down his shoulders, back, and hips. I roughly grabbed his ass cheeks and massaged them, fondled them, and otherwise felt his ass up all over so I would know that surface with my eyes closed, which they in fact were. Grabbing his little hips, I started thrusting up into his tight hole. He, in turn, was bouncing on me, to help get everything going. I opened my eyes again and looked as his hot little face, with his mouth open in pleasure, his tongue licking his lips. Mine came out to join it, and I started licking all over this little boy's face. I knew I was getting close to I warned him and started fucking up into him a little faster. I wrapped both my arms around him, one up in his hair, holding his head to mine and we made out and licked each other. He kept bouncing on me, his little dick slapping my stomach with each downward thrust. I had to hold his mouth closed with my own because his moaning was getting a little too loud, I thought. As I was about to blow, I held him hard against me and shoved his little frame onto my cock as it started to send cream racing up into him. I was almost shaking in my orgasm. "Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuck, I'm filling you up now little Tony. Ahhhhhhhh, yeah baby." "Oh, oh, uh, UH, OH, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh." He replied, as his dick was violently twitching with an obvious dry orgasm. I was impressed I was able to give a boy an orgasm like that without even touching his dick. That was a first for me. First the Mile High Club, and now this. What a good day this was turning out to be for me. He rested his head against me as we both came down from our orgasmic highs. I knew we had to hurry so I leaned him back and gave him one more big sloppy kiss as my dick plopped out of his ass and he got off my lap. Before any cum could leak down he wiped his butt with a piece of toilet paper and did his acrobat thing again to get redressed. I fixed his messed up hair a little and wiped some of my saliva off his face. I pulled up my pants as we stood there as close as two people can be in an airplane bathroom, waiting to time his exit when we didn't hear anyone outside who may be waiting to come in. Right before he opened the door I gave his ass one final squeeze and pressed my crotch up against it, so that it may forever remember the intruder from the rear. I kissed his head as he unlocked the door. "Welcome to the Mile High Club." I whispered to him as he was opening the little door. As he was stepping out, officially leaving the hook-up, he turned around, gave me a little wink, and pretending to hold up a little card, replied, "Member since 2006." I locked the door behind him and was shocked into silence imagining this boy two fucking years ago, getting ass-fucked thousands of feet in the air. And at only 7 years old no less. What a dream that much have been for his first man. I eventually returned to my seat, and per the instructions, did not even try to locate my boy during the rest of the flight, or as we unboarded. As I was walking down the concourse on my way to the car rental wing, I saw him with his parents, walking ahead of me about 20 feet. Now he knows the rules about making any kind of noticeable contact, but what he did next could never be proven to be for my or his benefit, and even I'll never know if it was on purpose or not. But before they turned the corner to the baggage pick-up, he wiped something off his face with the bottom of his shirt, giving me a final view of that tight, slender, tan backside of his which led down to his baggy jeans, sagging just enough to see a little strip of boxers and a little strip of briefs, both of which were no doubt trying to soak up and contain my oozing cum. Feel free to e-mail me with thoughts, comments, or constructive criticism at Textinboys17@ymail.com I'd also like to let you know that because of Thanksgiving coming up, I may not get to the next chapter for a few days now, but we'll see how it goes. But there will be more coming, and more cumming.