Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2009 12:45:07 -0800 (PST) From: R M Subject: Text-A-Boy Service / Part 9 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. SORRY FOR THE LONG DELAY Chapter 9 Last weekend, I was sitting in my apartment, and since I have totally gotten past being afraid about doing it close to home, I went ahead and sent a text request for a boy to fuck, because it had been about 4 days since I'd gotten the chance to use the service. I also hadn't jacked off since then, either, so I was more than ready. I waited for a little while, before recieving my text. Apt. pool 1 hr wear blu/wht follow boy in same My dick jumped while reading this. I was so excited to see a boy at the pool. This meant that he was most likely from my own apartment complex. We had a common pool outside in the center of everything. It's a normal size pool with a little building by it that has changing rooms, and doubles as a meeting area for parties and such. It is sort of close to the complex and the road, but partially hidden by rows of trees. I waited as long as I could, but after a half hour I just had to go. I searched my room from blue and white swimming stuff. I had a pair of dark blue shorts with a white stripe, and I also wore a white shirt, just in case it wasn't close enough to the required colors. I grabbed my towel and headed out the door to swim around and pass the time, not wanting to wait any longer than possible to get at that boy. I sat at the side of the pool and put my towel and stuff on a chair. I looked around, and saw that there was only another lady there, sitting down and reading, apparently watching her daughter who was swimming by herself with some little floaty things. I put my legs in the water, and it was fairly warm, definately warm enough to be fun to swim in. Of course, boys never seem to care how cold it is when they're swimming. About 20 minutes later I heard the metal gate creak and casually turned my head to the side as if I really didn't care who was coming to the pool. A boy walked in wearing blue and white swimming trunks. You know those really ugly, long things, that don't let you see anything. He had a tshirt and sandals on, and was carrying a towel. He glanced my way, but kept walking to the other side of the pool, put his towel and shirt on a chair, and jumped right in before I could get a good look at him. All I noticed was that he had short, dark hair, was fairly trim, had tanned skin, and looked to be around 11 or 12 years old. I watched him swim around for a few minutes, because technically it hadn't been an hour yet. His slick hair stuck to his head, and his body was shining in the sunlight reflecting sparkles of light off of his wet skin. The few times he stepped out of the pool to jump back in, I got some quick looks at his suit clinging to what looked to be a nice pair of legs and ass cheeks. It was a good thing I still had my shirt on, or anyone could have seen my hard on at the side of the pool. I decided to join him, even if unofficially, so I took off my shirt, threw it to my chair, and quickly got in before anyone saw anything. He glanced at me a few times, becuase we both knew who each other were at this point, and when the time came, he gave me a wink and started toward the edge of the pool. He got out as slowly as possible. I watched as water slid off his body and over his tight, firm cheeks. His shorts were sagging just a little as well, and I saw the very top of his ass crack, glistening in the light. I was not gett any softer, that's for sure. I watched him walk to the changing room building, but he had to walk right past the mom watching her daughter. There was no way I would make it past there without my dick poking a huge tent in my shorts. As he was heading in, he glanced at me, and I tried to give a face that meant, "I'll be there, just have to take care of something first." I think he understood, because he gave a little smile and walked inside. After thinking about anything I could other than the boy, my dick went down long enough for me to slip off the side of the pool, grab my towel and shirt and put them over and around me in such a way as to hide enough of my waist to make any remnants of my boner hidden from any prying eyes. I slowly made my way over to the building, as if I was done and was just going to go change. The building itself had a small entry area, and one way led to small offices, and a meeting area, and the other direction led to a small hall where the bathrooms and changing rooms were. I went that way and went into the mens part. Inside, there were several stalls and urinals on one side. The other side had a small row of lockers on either side of a short bench, with another area reserved for 3 small showers. Each shower had 3 walls and a little curtain in front of it. I couldn't see the boy as I walked into that side, but I heard a shower running and saw some water drops on the floor. I followed the drop across the room and they disappeared behind one of the shower curtains. Since there were no other men at the pool, and no other noises, I figured the boy had to be behind the curtain, so it would be safe to just walk on through. I put my shirt and towel on the bench, walked over and slid past the curtain, smiling as I saw the boy sitting on the little bench in there, still in his suit. His legs were spread seductively, hands by his side, and he was looking at me licking his lips, water spraying across his small body. This was such a little horn-dog. "Finally", he breathed. "Had to take care of this," I said as I grabbed my crotch and re-hardening erection, "just seeing you in the pool got me started." "I knew that would work." "You little punk, almost gave me away in front of that lady and little girl." He stood up, turned halfway around, and gave his ass a little slap. "I know, this thing can spring a woody in any man's pants, gay or straight." He smiled again. I couldn't wait any longer. I reacher out and gave them a little squeeze. My heart almost melted, it was so soft and supple under my fingers. I felt the whole shape of it, and up the crease. As I was about to grab the edge and slide them down, he pulled my hand away. "Nuh-uh, not yet, you first." As he said this, he put my hand around his shoulders, dropped to his knees and practically shoved his hungry little boy face into my crotch, rubbing all over my legs and ass with his hands. My hands were busy fingering through his sopping wet hair, feeling his hot face rubbing itself all over me. He grabbed the sides of my shorts and when he yanked them down, my dick sprang up and slapped his chin. He just reached his tongue and mouth out desperately trying to get me inside him any way he could. I grabbed the shorts and hung them on a hook to avoid any awkwardness if anyone looked under the curtain. He soon had both hands and that hot mouth of his working me over like a pro, churning the butter in my balls that was my sperm. He was bouncing on my rod, moaning and groaning, water falling over both of our bodies, when suddenly I heard the door open. He pulled off me, looked up nervous, and stayed quiet. "Max?, are you in here?" Those little boy eyes looked up and me and I knew, his name was Max, and that man was his dad. He quickly and quietly knelt on the bench in the shower and leaned against me to keep from falling off. My dick was basically in his face, so what else did he do, but start sucking it again. I almost died, being so nervous and yet so professionally blown at the same time. I heard the footsteps on the changing room floor come closer to the shower. From the other side of the curtain I heard, "Max, is that you?" I had to do it. "Nope, haven't seen anyone else in here either." The man paused for a second, recognizing me voice I assumed. "Mitch, is that you?" I recognized his now, too. One of my neighbors I casually talk to sometiems. "Yeah, it's me. How's it going Paul?" "Not bad, buddy, just lookin' for my son." "Son?" I asked, as I grabbed his son's head, pulling him further down on my cock. "Yeah, his name's Max, usually he stays with my ex, but he's with me this weekend." "Is that so, I didn't know you..hhmpf..had a son." Damn, that kid is good. "Yep, uh, you ok Mitch?" "Uh...cough...yeah, just got the hiccups." "Anyway, yeah, my bitch of an ex hardly let's me see him, she's always too busy blowin' some random guy." As he said this my dick hit the back of his son's throat, and I realized I was also some "random guy". Luckily the slurping and sucking sounds were drowned out by all the falling water. "Dang, well man, I'll let you know if I see him." "Allright man thanks, seeya later." "Seeya" I responded, as I heard him walking away. When the door closed, Max pulled off again, looked up and giggled. I was too relieved to laugh, but I smiled at him. He stepped off the bench, knelt back down and engulfed me once again. I was already pretty heated up, and wanted this load to be in this little boy's ass, so I soon had to pull him off again. My hands all over his body, I brought them too his shorts, and started to pull them down. "Man, why do you wear these long, ugly things that you can't see anything through?" Before my sentence was done, I saw the edge of speedos around his slim waist as the shorts fell past his knees. He looked down at me and smirked, kicked off his shorts, and hung them with mine. Now I LOVE a boy in speedos, and these were light blue and white, just like the shorts, and a size too small for him as well. They hugged him very snugly and low on his waist. My hands were all over him, feeling that soft material and his soft skin as my hands worked their way around the hot globes of his ass and through his crotch and all up and down his wet legs. I felt his little bulge in the front and it jerked when I touched it. I pulled the edges of the speedo up giving him a wedgie, and it looked like he was wearing almost a g-string or thong. I slapped his cheeks, grabbed them, and lifted him up to put his legs around me and gave him a big kiss. His hips were trying to hump against me like a rabbit or a dog, making his butt bounce against my ready-to-blow dick. I had him grab around my shoulders, holding himself up slightly, and I peeled down the back of his speedos exposing his hole. I felt it with my fingers and realized he had come prepared, which was good news for me because I didn't have much time left. I opened his hole and slowly lowered his thin little body down onto it, until my pubes were brushing against his speedo. That was such a cool feeling. I fucked him like that for a while, feeling him bounce up and down my shaft, water spraying against his back, running down to our legs. I pulled him off and pushed him against the wall facing away from the shower, spreading his legs and stood back to look at this hot little body. He spread his hands like a strip search, looked back and me and whined a little boy-whore whine, begging me to re-enter his horny hole. I watched his back arch, sticking that little puffy ass back at my dick, aching for it. I walked up behind him, not being able to stand it any longer, and rammed back into him, forcing his body against the wall, making a little "splat" sound. He moaned so loud it echoed around the bathroom. "Come on man, cream me, I need it so bad!" "Me too Max, I'll fuck you hard if you want, but it's gonna get messy." "I might get loud too." I had a quick idea. It wouldn't be too long till the end now, so I figured I'd go lock the door with the bolt janitors could use to close it, and leave it just long enough to finish him off. It would be easier to explain a locked door than me fucking a small boy child. I quickly slid out of the shower, jogged carefully to the front and quietly slid the latch. As I turned back around and headed to the changing room side, I saw Max kneeling over then bench, spread in heat. Great idea, I thought to myself, reinserting myself without any warning. As I pummled his ass, I reached around and slid my hand into the front of his speedos, jacking him off. We continued to fuck on the bench for a couple minutes. I kept slamming into him over and over, making him moan and groan through the entire men's room. I pulled my hand out and grabbed his hips to help me plow him harder. His hair was flopping around his head, his wet body slick to the touch. I pull out, flipped him over to his back, laying on the bench on my towel. He grabbed his legs back, whining and whimpering, his body shaking he needed it so badly. I grabbed his knees, pulled them apart, fucked into him once again with long, hard strokes. His legs grabbed me from behind, holding me against him. I leaned down against him, feeling our wet bodies together, his dick twitching under my stomach. We hugged our bodies together tightly, vibrating and hump-fucking against each other, my dick sliding in and out only an inch or two at a time. I kissed him deeply as I felt myself getting to the edge. I felt his hole spasming around my shaft, heard him squeal like a pig, and looked down to see the shape in his speedo twitching and shooting cum, some of which oozed out through the material. This made me start to blow. To help him and me, I leaned down again hard against him, putting almost my whole body weight against him, pinning him to the bench. I power-thrusted into him a few more times, feeling his orgasm spasms against my dick, sending me through the roof. I started blasting my cum into max's tight, boy-pussy. I hunched against him, holding my wet body against his, and I twitched 7 or 8 times, coating his insides with my cream, giving him what he asked for earlier. We finally calmed down, and I had to remember to take some of my weight off of him. I layed there on top of this beautiful little boy looking into his face, smiling back at me like he was high. "That was fun." He said. "Yeah, hopefully you'll be able to visit your dad more often." "I hope so." "Better get outta here quick." I pulled myself out of him and slip the back of his spedos back up over his hot, gaping hole before my cum could fall out. He walked back to the shower to get his shorts and I went to unlock the door. Just after I unlocked it and was turning the corner, I heard it open. I snapped my fingers quickly and Max threw me my shorts, and I grabbed the towel to wrap around my waist. With the towel around me, I turned around. "Hey Paul, Max just came in here." (hehe, I thought to myself, so did I) "I kept the hot water going for him. Nice kid." "I watched as the shorts slid up his legs under the curtain as his dad walked around the corner and said, "Max, thought you were going swimming." "I just was dad." "Oh, well, we must have just missed each other coming and going. Anyway, glad you found him Mitch." "No problem." I continued to dry off and put my shorts on, as his dad and I talked a bit, him waiting for his son's shower to finish. Finally he came out of the shower. I got one last glimpse of his cute, wet face, with messy hair, coming out of the water in his ugly board shorts. "See ya Paul." I said, walking away with his son's ass juices still on my dick. "Bye." He turned to his son coming toward him. "Come on bud, let's get something to eat," he said, and unknowingly, playfully slapped his son's cum-filled ass. Feel free to e-mail me with thoughts, comments, or constructive criticism at Textinboys17@ymail.com