Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2011 13:44:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cruising Rural Boys

Cruising Rural Boys
By
Storyguy22

   As late spring began to settle in, life was good. At age 38 I had
finally managed to get all my ducks sufficiently lined up to a point where
I was able to earn a better than decent living in my chosen field of
publishing by working from my home, primarily proof reading and editing
newly authored works that were pending publication and release by my
employer. I had always been an avid reader so this gig fit me to a tee, and
the added bonus of not having to run the daily grind of reporting to an
office building somewhere was the proverbial frosting on the cake. I truly
loved the independence of working at home and at my own pace, the only real
requirement imposed upon me being the satisfactory and timely completion of
a predetermined amount of editing each month.

   While my professional life was pretty much perfect, the same sadly could
not be said of my personal life, although to the casual observer I suppose
even that side of my life would look fairly idyllic as well. I indeed
enjoyed a pleasant and active enough social life, with a number of diverse
friends and beer buds, and even the occasional fuck-buddy. While all this
was pleasant enough, what was sorely lacking to make it as perfect as the
professional side of my life was my continuing and unfulfilled lust for
young teen boys, sexually speaking.

   In my own teen years I had happily discovered the joys of sexual
encounters with some willing peers of the time, and while it was true
enough that as I matured I had also entered into sexual liaisons with adult
men, it had never quite met the level of my earlier life experiences, and
while a very real fear of the possible legal consequences had deterred me
from acting on my constant desire to instigate sexual contacts with young
boys, that fear did nothing to quell my serious desire to once again
partake of the unique and so very special event of having a hard and oozing
teen cock in my hands, and mouth. I was, I suppose, a closeted boy-lover,
and while I had thus far managed to control those urges I frequently
availed myself of any opportunity to observe my secret prey from a safe
distance, a pastime that I enjoyed immensely which in turn provided a lot
of masturbatory fodder, and I do mean a lot.

   In any event, I really should have intuited that life was going too
smoothly of late to not have some ringer tossed in at some point, and sure
enough that's exactly what happened when I received a call out of the blue
from an old buddy I had kind of lost touch with when he had inherited some
sort of family compound way out in the sticks somewhere where he was now
engaged in running some sort of dog kennel operation on the property. The
gist of his call was that some sort of family emergency had occurred that
would require his being away from his home and business for a few weeks,
and that while the dog business was completely handled by hired staff
during the daytime, someone was required to be present on site during
overnight hours and weekends in the event that some unseen event like a
wild fire or earthquake were to occur with his menagerie
unattended. Knowing of my very flexible work and lifestyle, he practically
pleaded for me to come stay at his rural place during his absence, assuring
me that I would have full access to all necessary amenities including
broadband internet, full phone service, both cellular and land line,
satellite television with a staggering number of channels, DVR, and all
manner of electronic entertainment devices connected to the latest in
plasma big screens. Lacking any viable sort of excuse to decline, I
reluctantly agreed to take him off the hook though the thought of spending
several weeks in what I was certain was typical Hooterville, USA was less
than appealing.

   And so it was that I was at this moment sitting on the broad front porch
of this rural palace, sipping a cup of morning coffee as I surveyed the
surrounding acres and acres of nothing but acres and acres. Not much was
moving it seemed, save for some birds flitting here and there, and the rare
rusty pickup truck passing by on the distant road. If solitude were your
objective the place would be text book, but personally, bustling city boy
that I am, I was beyond bored with it all. Not that the place wasn't plush,
it was indeed that and as promised, a veritable palace of modern
electronics and creature comfort. It was just that man was not intended to
live by manuscript reading alone, and given that I had zero interest in the
dog business, I needed some sort of diversion to kick things up a notch or
two. Toward that end, I decided to take a drive around to check out the
area and the small farming town a few miles off. It was a warm sunny day
after all, I thought, and even these far flung acres must have some sort of
boy populous, and perhaps a municipal pool, or swimming hole that might
bear checking out for eye candy. That decided, I rinsed out my coffee
stuff, dressed in shorts, a tee, and sandals, and borrowing my hosts new
Ford pickup truck, I headed out to explore.

   My first objective was to explore the small town several miles south of
the house, my thinking being that the town was as far south as I planned to
venture, and that I could continue my exploration of the area on my way
back home. Reaching the main drag in town I putted the length of it as I
checked out the quaint and old fashioned store fronts, taking particular
note of what appeared to be the local soda and ice cream shop which I
figured for a likely hangout spot for the local youth. There was a movie
theater with one of those typical old time marquees that boasted a neon
sign easily two stories high, and the currently offered film was one I had
seen on pay-for-view some months ago. I suppose that small town movie
houses are not a particular priority to movie distributers. Turning left at
the end of town, I went east for a block or two passing a church, a gas
station, and bowling alley before the street made a gentle curve that
brought me to a school. Slowing as I passed it, I saw a sign declaring it
as a middle school including grades six through eight which I took as a
sign of encouragement with regard to my quest to locate some local boys of
that particular age group.

   A much larger school layout lie beyond the middle school, and I drove on
until the road dead ended into the parking lot of what another sign
identified as the local high school named apparently after Abe Lincoln, and
I idly pondered just how many American high schools are so named. Idling
through the parking lot I noticed a few parked cars and a smattering of
bicycles here and there, none of which apparently felt the need for any
type of anti-theft devices. Exploring further I noticed a good sized fenced
area behind what must have been the gym, and I was willing to bet it housed
the swimming pool facilities, so I parked the truck, and alighted to walk
over and check it out.

   Rounding the corner of the large gym building I was encouraged once
again when the somewhat shrill shrieks of young voices reached my ears, and
I continued on until I reached the cyclone fence that surrounded the pool
area. There was even a snack bar on site, so I sauntered over to buy a cold
drink before taking a seat on one of the benches that were scattered about
along the fence line. There were maybe a half dozen boys and four or five
young girls either splashing around in the water or sunning on the concrete
deck area, and I took the time to scope each of them out. I wasn't
especially interested in the girls though I idly regretted that in a way, I
mean let's face it, thirteen-ish girls these days certainly don't compare
in any way to the gangly and flat chested young girls of my youth. Turning
my attention to the boys, I quickly reached my usual conclusion, that being
that I would happily suck the delicious sweet cream from any one of them
given the opportunity.

   I savored their well tanned bodies, all lean and smooth as glass, their
toned flesh glistening wetly in the shimmering sunshine. There was a
variety of swim wear on display, a gambit from regular swim trunks to
cut-off Levis or what were probably intended to be basketball shorts. Each
variety clung saucily to firm little boy-butts and bulges, and I spent
quite some time watching them jumping and diving as I mentally undressed
each in turn, my mind visualizing the variety of slim young penis' and
tight and hairless ball sacks. My own dick rose to the mental stimulation,
and it pulsed even stronger when two of the little beauties wandered closer
to my position. As they stood just in front of me talking I focused on the
definition of their packages hidden by the clinging wet swim togs, and I
heard one of them utter as he gripped his trunks to adjust his bulges that
he liked it a lot better at the river where they didn't have to wear
anything at all. That of course had my attention, and I vowed to find out
the location of this skinny dipping place in short order. The second boy
agreed with this assessment, however lamenting that the girls never go to
the river because they think the water is too cold, and that it was
sometimes worth wearing the "damned" trunks so as to be able to ogle the
girls in their skimpy bikini's. Giggling, they scampered back to the pool,
and jumped in. Boondocks or not, I decided, horny teen boys were the same
pretty much anywhere, and this sure sign that raging hormones were very
much alive and well out here in the sticks, and that, I decided, was a very
good sign indeed.

   It soon grew far too hot to continue sitting there in the sun, so I
headed back to the truck, finished my town-tour, and hit the main road
headed north. I covered the same ground I had on my southern trek until I
passed my home away from home, and continued north. A short while later I
came upon a strong flowing river that ran alongside the road, and I
followed it for a few miles until it veered away from the hiway. I saw a
rough dirt road running the same direction the river had taken and I turned
onto it, deciding to follow the river a bit to see if I might locate the
aforementioned nudie swim hole. Sure enough, about a mile later I came upon
what would make a perfect swimming hole, a wide and quiet pool of aqua blue
water surrounded by huge rocks and a neat little sandy beach. I stopped and
checked the place out, disappointed that none of the local boy-dicks were
lying about sunning their pink pretties, but took it as good sign that
there was plenty of evidence of human occupation of the place. On another
day the place was sure to prove itself as a target-rich environment, and I
committed to continue checking out the place regularly.

   Back in the truck, I followed the dirt road a way, and when it seemed to
be veering off in the general direction of the house I continued following
its bumpy track. Coming out of a curve, I spotted someone walking along the
road several yards ahead of me, and as I drew closer, I felt my pulse
quicken as I realized that it was a boy. He was walking along steadily, but
he slowed and turned when he heard the truck, and as I closed the distance
I realized that all he was wearing was a very snug and very short pair of
cutoff jeans. He was shirtless, his tee shirt tied at his slim waist, and I
could see a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his satin smooth chest. I
pulled up to him and stopped, and he walked over to the truck on the
passenger side and I spun down the passenger side window, and smiled as I
said hello. He flashed a beautiful smile and returned my greeting, and I
let my eyes drift over him. He was as cute as a button, probably around
thirteen years of age, all blond and blue and even white teeth. He was hot,
both in appearance and in fact as evidenced by the sweat on his sweet
face. What I could see of his body was delicious, his smooth chest dotted
by twin brown buttons of nipples, and his flat tummy looked soft, and very
lickable. I introduced myself and briefly explained my presence on his
turf, and he told me his name was Sam which somehow fit him to a tee, and
after a brief chat, I of course offered Sam a ride in the air conditioned
truck which he quickly accepted. As he settled his lithe body on the seat,
I watched his very snug shorts gather around the bulges of his young
treasures, and I decided that very soon his ample developments were going
to overflow the tiny shorts. He also, I noted, was gifted with very shapely
and well tanned legs that were lightly dotted with a few very blond hairs
at the shins. I wondered if whatever he might have by way of pubes were
equally as blond.

   We bumped along the dusty road a while, chatting easily as Sam told me
of his small town lifestyle, and the lack of variety it offered a budding
young boy, and I teased him about hitting on one of the nubile young lasses
I had observed at the pool. He snorted, mumbling something about "fat
chance of that," and I gauged from the reaction that while not actually
having any chance of scoring some local pussy, he was definitely interested
in getting his young and pent up ashes hauled. Ramping up the level of
conversation along those lines, I boldly inquired as to whether or not any
of the local hotties might be persuaded to at least indulge him with a
quick blow job, thereby keeping her precious virginity intact. That
generated another scoff from Sam, who then uttered that actually finding
someone in these parts willing to suck him off was much akin to winning the
super lottery. I smiled warmly at his dank expression of hopelessness, and
made a serious attempt to truly make his day. I said, as matter of fact as
possible,

   "Well, Sam...I admittedly am not from around "these parts," but I'm
pretty darned sure that I can do us both a favor here if you would be
willing...?"

   He rolled those baby-blues at me, a look of confusion on his sweet face
as he asked softly,

   "What do you mean...?...if I'm willing to what...?"

   Dropping my gaze to his bulging crotch in an obvious way, I replied,

   "I mean that I would totally love to suck you off...if you are up for
it...?"

   Those eyes went wide as saucers, and his pouty little mouth formed an
oval of surprised, and his long eyelashes fluttered repeatedly as he gulped
air like a beached fish.

   "Huh...?" was all he could muster.

   Emboldened by the fact he had not bolted the truck, I slowly reached
over and closed my hand over his ample goodies and gently squeezed him as I
answered,

   "I think you heard me, Sam...nice cock, by the way, and I said I would
love to suck you off...if you want me to."

   He stared down at my hand as I continued groping him, and I could
clearly feel his young meat harden under my touch, and he groaned a little
as he muttered,

   "oh shit...you must be one of those...men...I heard about guys like you,
but never figured I'd meet one...uh...jeez I'm so freaking hard
now...you...um...really want to...ah...suck my prick?"

   "Yup, I sure do, Sam...very much...would it be okay do you think...?...I
mean, I don't want to freak you out here and have you run off and tell
anyone about this... that would be big trouble for me, you know...your age,
and all...but...if it can be our little secret, then yes, Sam...I will suck
you off and take your load...trust me, kid, it will rock your world, big
time...but, it's your call...!"

   He continued staring at my hand as I groped his now very hard boyhood
outside his little shorts, and finally he sucked in a deep breath, and as
he exhaled it, he uttered,

   "Okay...yea...I want you to...suck me off...please...!"

   I smiled as I gave his rigid boy-nail a firm squeeze, and then I glanced
around looking for a suitable spot to afford us a modicum of privacy. I
would have happily taken him back to the house where I could have done the
deed more properly, but I worried that as obviously nervous as the boy was
he might have a change of heart if given enough time to reconsider the
decision he had just made. No, the truck cab would just have to do this
time, and then once the ice was broken perhaps some future opportunity
could be enjoyed in the comfort of home. I spotted a nice grove of trees
just off the road to my right, and I steered the truck off the dusty road
and eased it between the thick trees. We weren't really concealed, but good
enough I decided, and it was a nice quiet and shaded spot, so I killed the
engine, and turned toward a very nervous looking Sam.

   He glanced at me, a rosy flush filling his smooth cheeks, and if
anything the doe-in-the-headlights expression made him appear even younger,
and prettier. Scooting closer, I resumed gently stroking his smooth upper
thigh, my hand pressing against his rampant boner as it pulsed behind his
shorts and he shuddered strongly. Carefully closing my hand over his
boyhood, I said softly,

   "Just relax, Sam...I'm not going to hurt you...you are going to love
this, trust me."

   His gaze was fixed on my hand as I stroked him slowly, wanting to excite
him but not to the point of his spewing his load too soon. As the
sensations of being touched this way built up inside him, he began to relax
a little, so I reached for the elastic waist band of his shorts and began
to slowly ease them off of him as I quietly asked him to lift up a little,
which he quickly did. His cute butt off the seat, I was able to slide the
shorts and the sexy little briefs he was wearing down his colt-like legs,
and when I got them below his knees he quickly kicked them free of his
ankles. He settled back down, and I paused to admire his now fully exposed
young cock and surprisingly plump ball sack. God, he was beautiful, a
perfect specimen of adolescent erection jutting nearly straight up from a
thin crop of very blond pubic hair. Given his tender age he had a cock to
be proud of; I estimated it at a good five inches of narrow girth ending in
a perfectly formed little mushroom knob that was slightly purple with
excitement. It was a healthy pink, and smooth as glass, the only ripple
being the swollen vein running along the bottom side. His balls filled a
nicely pink and hairless pouch, and I needed to swallow down a mouthful of
flowing saliva before I could tell him,

   "Oh, Sam...buddy...you have such a beautiful cock...it's perfect, and
much more than I expected...you are quite a stud, Buddy, and I can't wait
to taste you, and the nectar I'm sure those great balls are going to give
me."

   His blush deepened, but I could tell he appreciated my assessment of his
budding equipment, and he glanced at me nervously. I arched an eyebrow in
question, and he gulped in a few quick breaths, and then mumbled,

   "Oh jeez...I can't wait anymore...please...please...just...do it...suck
me, please!'

   Well, sure, I thought instantly, and I positioned myself for the best
angle, and then dipped down, and took the stalk of his boyhood between
finger and thumb as I lowered my head, and licked the perfect knob of his
pulsing cock. He flinched, and gasp escaping his chest, and I ran my tongue
all around that silky head before lapping down its length, and then I
licked his wrinkled scrotum a bit before lapping my way back to the tip. I
opened up then, and slowly engulfed his rock hard boyhood into my mouth
until his meager pubes tickled my nose.

   "Ohhh jeez...my God...!" he groaned as I began bobbing up and down, my
hand going to fondle those delicious young balls.

   Damn, he was totally delicious, fresh and youthful like only a young boy
can taste, and I savored that heady flavor that can only be savored by
sucking off a kid-cock. His little hips bucked some as the sensations
built, and I could hear him sucking air as a series of small grunts came
from him. I paused to lick his scrotum some more, and carefully capture
each small nugget in my mouth to suck it, and Sam groaned some more. When I
went back to his sweet cock, the tart taste of his now flowing precum
washed over my taste buds, and I knew this whole thing was not going to
last much longer. Settling into a steady sucking rhythm, I began to eagerly
anticipate the sudden eruption of boy-honey I sought, and it wasn't long
before Sam delivered, in spades. He groaned loudly, and his hips thrust
sharply as I sensed his sweet cock swelling in my mouth just seconds before
he erupted, several spurts of warm and creamy boy-cum jetting into my
hungry mouth.

   As his orgasm waned, he slumped against the truck door, his breathing
coming in ragged short gasps, and I continued to suckle him, savoring the
creamy sweetness in my mouth. As he began to soften, I let him go and sat
up, opening my mouth to let him see his delicious offering on my tongue,
and then I looked right into his beautiful eyes as I swallowed it all
down. I grinned at him, and he just kind of shook his head slowly as a wry
smile tugged at the corners of his lush mouth. He dropped his hand down to
his lap and his slender fingers toyed with his now soft and small penis as
he gazed at me, a wondrous expression on his youthful face as he muttered,

   "Whoa, Dude...I gotta tell you...that...was awesome...!"

   I winked, nodding my total agreement, and as I reached out to ruffle his
soft blond hair, I replied,

   "Cool, Sam...I'm glad you enjoyed it...and I was right, too...your cock
and balls taste amazing, and, your sweet cum is simply delicious!"

   Giggling softly, he asked,

   "How long did you say you were going to be around here...?"

(Story Continues)
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