This story contains sex between a man and a boy. So, don't read it unless you want to read about that.
I walked through the dense woods in the cool autumn air. I was probably a mile from the campsite I was set up at, but from the looks of things, the storm brewing above my head wasn't going to wait for me to make it back. Just my luck. I could almost always count on some kind of bad weather when I went on these little retreats out to the woods to escape from real life.
Not to worry, though, I had learned never to go on a long hike unprepared. I had brought with me a small tent, so I only needed to find a bit of a clearing to wait out the rain in. In fact, there was a clearing straight ahead that looked sufficient.
I began setting up the tent immediately. The rain wasn't going to wait much longer, and I could already feel some small droplets falling onto my skin from above. Luckily, the tent I had brought along was quite small, as I didn't want to have too much weight on my back. It took only a few minutes to set it up, and I was good to go.
Not a moment too soon either. The rain was starting to pick up now, and it would be a downpour within only a few moments. I unzipped the tent and through the rest of my stuff inside, and then began to get in myself. However, before I was completely in, I heard some rustling in the woods behind. I swung around, expecting to some kind of animal.
It was no animal, though, but a young boy trudging through the clearing at a pretty quick pace in the direction of the campsite. If he thinks he can get back before this rain sets in, then he is crazy, I thought. Then, being the good person that I am, I decided I could not let this boy, who couldn't have been a day over twelve, walk through this storm for a mile. The fact that he also looked pretty damn attractive from a distance obviously had nothing to do with the decision, but that was always nice.
There was a flash of lightning, and moments later a loud blast of thunder. I watched as the boy jumped at the noise, and once everything had quieted down, I yelled out, "Hey, what are you doing?"
He turned towards me, not startled since he had seen me before, but surprised that I was calling out to him. He replied with, "Trying to get back to the campsite."
"You're never going to get back it time. It's going to start pouring in a minute." I told him. Then I said, "I have a tent here, if you want to wait it out with me."
I'm not really sure what I expected him to do. He was caught between getting lost in the woods during a storm, or spending a couple hours with this random guy who just yelled at him in the middle of the woods. Neither of those options really sounds very appealing, but evidently he decided that there was a pretty good chance that I wasn't an ax murderer, and he walked toward my tent.
"Uhh...okay," he said as he half-jogged towards the tent as the rain started to intensify. As he approached I got to take a better look at him. He still appeared to be just 12, if that, and he had a nice mop of brown hair on his head. Overall, he was definitely a good looking boy. One who I'd rather share my tent with in a completely different way than what was about to happen, but I wasn't complaining.
I held the flap of the tent open for him as he stooped down and went in, then I followed, zipping the tent back up after I was through. The pitter-patter of the rain hitting the tent was already loud inside, but it was only going to get worse.
I looked over at him, sitting there cross-legged looking a little awkward. "It's probably a good thing I saw you. I don't think you would have had much fun out there."
He nodded his head. Then he explained, "I didn't know the weather was supposed to get bad. Now my parents are going to be freaking out about me."
"This shouldn't last more than a couple hours, from what I saw. So you should be back in no time. In the meantime, might was well rest up," I said as I laid myself out, which was stretching the limits of the tent, but I fit.
He sat there for a second, perhaps pondering if he should lay down too. After a moment, he did, and had none of the trouble with the length of the tent that I did. I shut my eyes to get a bit of a cat nap in before the rain stopped, but then he said, "Thanks for letting me in here, it sounds pretty bad out there."
"No problem. Didn't want to leave you out there when I had room in here," I replied. I opened my eyes back up and looked over at him. He must have decided that I wasn't some kind of freak, because he had his eyes closed now, too. This was nice, because I could check him out a bit more thoroughly, which just managed to get me a bit hard.
I decided it would be no use fantasizing about what I could do with this boy, so I closed my eyes again and tried to go to sleep for a bit. That wasn't going to happen, though, even with the soothing sounds of the rain pouring onto the tent. I just couldn't fall asleep knowing this kid was next to me.
I opened my eyes once again and glanced over at him, and noticed that his eyes were open again, too. Not really surprising, he probably couldn't fall asleep in a tent with a random guy, and I didn't blame him. However, he didn't appear to be paying attention to me at all, and didn't even notice that I was looking at him.
He was just staring straight down at himself, and I followed his gaze to see what he was looking at. That's when I noticed the small tent in his pants that he was moving around with his hand. A tent inside of a tent, a tentception of the best variety.
I was giving his concealed boner quite the stare down, and I was getting pretty hard myself, again. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped playing with himself and covered up the bulge with both of his hands. I looked back up at him to see what the problem was, only to find him gazing back at me. Obviously he took some exception to being watched doing that kind of thing.
"What?" he asked, even though he knew.
I decided to just go with it and said, "Looks like you've got a bit of a friend poking up down there."
He got a bit red and shrugged his shoulders. I took it even further by saying, "You can just pop it out if you want. I'll try not to look." Not.
His eyes got a little big with surprise, but it looked more like "Wow, he actually said I could." and not "What a perv."
I waited to see what he would do, and at first it seemed that he would ignore the suggestion altogether, neither turning it down nor accepting it. Then, however, everything I had dreamed about in my fantasies began. He pulled his pants and underwear down past his butt, his dick popping out as a result, fully erect. Then he went to work on himself again, a little more vigorously.
I just stared him down more for a bit, even though I had no intention of keeping it that way. His dick was the small, skinny thing that you would expect from a boy his age, and his hairlessness just made me want him that much more. I let him jerk himself off for just a moment longer so that I could take in his image one last time. Then I acted before he had time to get himself off.
I sat up and moved so that I was sitting on his thighs. His little pecker was sticking up right next to where mine was trying to burst forth from my pants. I grabbed his dick in my hands and started working it. He put up no resistance, almost as if this is what he had wanted to happen the entire time. By the look on his face, he probably did, because he was really enjoying what I was doing to him.
However, I wasn't satisfied with just jerking him off, I wanted his dick in my mouth, and I wanted it badly. I assumed he wouldn't object to an even more intense feeling of pleasure, so I stopped what I was doing and maneuvered myself into a position where my face was by his crotch, which was a bit difficult in the cramped tent.
Once I was in position, I started out slowly by just licking the head of his dick. He liked this quite a bit from what I could tell by his soft moans. Hopefully I would have him moaning even louder by the time we were done, and there was no danger of being too loud with the roar of the rain pouring down outside.
I took the tip of his dick in my mouth and twirled my tongue around. Then I slowly moved my lips down his shaft until he was completely in my mouth. I started bobbing my head up and down furiously then, working his dick with my tongue all the while. This really got him going, and he started bucking his hips in rhythm to my head bobs.
His moaning and squirming were getting louder and faster, and I didn't think he would last much longer. I used my last few moments before his orgasm to take one of my hands from his hips and use it to feel his nice smooth boy sack. His balls hadn't even begun to drop yet, so they were perfect for the feeling.
If all of this had gone on for much longer, I probably would have creamed in my pants. Luckily, though, he let out a loud yelp and I felt a tiny little dribble of boy juice come of out his dick. I kept sucking him for a bit to make sure I got him all the way through his climax. Then, once his body had rested and his breathing started to slow down, I let his softening dick out of my mouth and reclaimed my original position next to him.
He didn't say much for a few minutes, and I didn't blame him, he had just had quite a time. Then he finally said, "That felt so good."
No shit sherlock, was what I thought, but I wasn't going to say that out loud. Instead I said, "I'm glad I could oblige."
I reached my hand over just to play with his dick, which had now gone completely flaccid. I didn't really care though, because I probably didn't have much more time to spend with this boy, so I was going to use it the best I could.
I had no idea what else he was going to give me in the next hour or two, but my pants where about to explode, so I had to try something. I moved my hand from his dick to his hand, and grabbed on to it, moving it toward my crotch, and stopping once his palm was spread across the bulge at my zipper.
I waited to see whether he would move his hand away or not. After just a second or two, he started squeezing me, and I knew that we would being having a bit more fun before this adventure was over.
This story is really just a bit of a break from my main story. If you guys like it, I guess I'll continue with it. Email me at: milespopper@gmail.com