Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2011 15:11:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek Subject: Cruising Rural Boys (2) Cruising Rural Boys By Storyguy22 (2) The day following my little afternoon delight with Sam, I managed the self discipline necessary to complete some backed up work. While I managed to get caught up on the manuscripts it had not been easy what with my mind continually returning to the delightful events of the previous afternoon with young Sam. Finally, I had enough with the reading, and I got myself a cup of coffee and wandered outside to the front porch to enjoy it. Sipping at the coffee I gazed around at the vast emptiness of the surrounding terrain, the distant focus being recuperative to my eyestrain, and when my wandering eyes settled onto the rural road that ran past the property I spotted what appeared to be a young lad walking long as he pushed a bicycle. My antenna went on alert, and I quickly started walking down the driveway, my cover being that I was going to check the mailbox at the road. Drawing closer, I confirmed that the walker was indeed a boy who appeared to be pretty much right in my personal wheelhouse, that is to say around thirteen or fourteen, and cute as a bug with a lean and toned body. He was dressed in cotton shorts, shirtless with a brightly colored tee shirt was slung over the bike handlebars, and his satin smooth skin was glistening with light sweat from his exertions of walking in the heat and pushing the bike, which I now noticed had a flat front tire. I peered into my mailbox, and extracted a few pieces of junk mail, and then paused to greet the boy who had by now reached my position. He stopped walking, and lifted his forearm to swipe at his sweaty brow, and I felt my cock stir as I peered at the small tuft of soft looking hair at his creamy underarm. He spoke a greeting, and the lilt of his boy-going-man voice sent another jolt to my balls. He mentioned something about it being hot, and I very nearly made some reply about him being hot as well, but caught myself, thinking that might be a touch strong this early in our meeting. But hot he was, definitely. I began to wonder if there wasn't something about the local water supply and/or diet that seemed to render all these local boys so very sexy. This particular specimen was about 5' 4" or so, and I guessed around 100 pounds, give or take. He had light brown hair worn short in one of those typical boys' haircuts, and his somewhat heavy eyebrows were a perfect match. His eyes were a hazel shade of brown, and he had the cutest button nose, and a lush mouth with slightly puffy lips that I could well imagine kissing endlessly. He was lean, well tanned, and smooth as glass across his exposed chest and soft tummy, and below the shorts his legs were well formed, and hairless. I could only speculate of course with regard to the treasures that lay hidden behind the shorts, but whatever the particular dimensions turned out to be, I was certain it would all prove delicious, and perfect; definitely a speculation I was eager to validate. We chatted a bit, and I learned that he had been on a long bicycle ride when his front tire had gone flat, and that he had been humping it homeward in the heat for over an hour, with a good mile or more left to go. I bent to examine the tire, and seized the opportunity to closely examine the bulges at his crotch, and then I suggested that if he wanted we could take the bike up to my shop and attempt to repair the flat, and failing that possibility, I would be glad to load the bike in the truck, and drive him home. He quickly agreed, a brilliant grin painting over his cherubic young face, and we started down the driveway. In route I suggested a brief respite in the air conditioned house and a glass of something cool, and he eagerly accepted, adding with a soft giggle that he also really needed to use the bathroom. I chuckled my understanding and ruffled his soft hair as I resisted the temptation to offer to hold his penis for him while he whizzed. Again, a bit much, a bit soon, but tempting none the less. Inside, Dillon, as I had learned his name was, headed off to the john while I went to fill a couple of tall glasses with cold fresh lemonade that I had whipped up that morning with fresh lemons from the tree out back. I set them on the kitchen table, and sat down to await the return of my new prey...um... new friend. Soon enough he reappeared, his gaze going to the tall glass of chilled lemonade, and I indicated he should sit down, and enjoy. He complied quickly, and then downed the drink in a single pull as I watched his small Adam's apple bob up and down. I let my hungry gaze linger on his small brown nipples as I imagined licking and sucking the tender nubbins, and then I got up to refill his glass. We sat there a good half hour, chatting easily and getting comfortable with each other as I asked about his interests and his school life, and when I commented that as cute as he was I Imagined he had his hands full fending off the local teen girls he flushed, and kind of giggled as he made a remark that sounded like "yea, right...I wish!" Feigning surprise at his comeback, I followed up with some mild inquiries regarding the local girls, and learned that much to Dillon's lament he was exceedingly shy when it came to interaction with the fair young maidens, and that aside, most of them were burdened with the typical rural redneck type of fathers that were not about to allow their sweet young daughters to fall prey to any of the local boys. A decidedly paradoxical situation that left poor Dillon pretty much out of luck with regard to losing his virginity anytime soon. Acting as though that sort of dilemma during my own youth had been the motivator for my having taken up an interest in sexually exploring with other boys in an attempt to in some manner alleviate my state of constant horniness in a way I found far preferable to solo masturbation, though I admitted to having also regularly given in to that particular urge when no option was available. Dillon regarded me with intense interest as I poured out this little confession, and then he considered it a moment before asking, "Really...?...you mean that you actually did...sexy stuff...with boys...?" I nodded calmly, giving the boy a sly smile as I replied, "Yup, sure did...and it was...it is...awesome, too." Again, he considered that a bit, and then shyly dismissed the notion, making a comment about there being no way that he could ever dare to make such a proposal to any of the local lads without being totally chastised forever as a "fag." I shrugged, telling him that he actually might be quite surprised should he ever make such overtures to the right boy, but I also said that I understood the stigma of small town rural life that might well be the result of him ever opening himself up to such a touchy proposal. That pretty much left the best option to explore the interest, assuming there was an interest, with someone non-local, and more understanding and mature on the subject. I watched his wheels turn as he chewed on that oh-so-subtle hint, and after a moment he locked those doe-like eyes on mine, and with a deep breath he asked, "You mean somebody like you, right?" Another casual shrug, and then I replied, holding his gaze, "If you would be interested, Dillon, I certainly would, yes." "Wow." He uttered. I chuckled, leaning over to place my hand on his smooth thigh as I assured him, "I'm sure you would have much more to offer than "wow" by the time I showed you my whole bag of feel-good tricks, Dillon...a lot more, actually...and the best part is that no one but you and I would ever know about it...in fact, I'd need to insist on that part since you are not quite what is referred to in certain circles as "of age," which is actually my particular preference." He stared at me, and glanced down at my hand which was still resting on his thigh, and then he looked at me again, and inquired nervously, I smiled warmly, and answered that I would happily do anything that he thought he might like to experience, or had fantasized about during what I guessed were frequent jackoff sessions, and then elaborated that my own particular favorite when engaging a young cutie like himself was sucking the boy off, and taking his sweet cream in my mouth. His eyes popped open to saucer size as his eyebrows arched mightily, and he squeaked, "Really...wow...!" I could have sworn that I heard that already, but let it go as I simply nodded my affirmation as I let my hand slide up his leg until I touched his crotch. He gasped loudly, and flinched, but made no attempt to push me away, or to jump up, so I continued to grope his treasures gently as I felt it quickly stiffen under my grasp. "Oh, jeez...!: he chirped, watching me intently as I rubbed his young erection over his shorts. "Feels good, huh...?" I said, "And it only gets better, Dillon...a lot better...!" "Oh man...yea, it feels freaking amazing...nobody but me has ever touched me like that...jeez, it's awesome!" he blurted rapidly. "Stand up, Buddy..." I directed, and he quickly jumped to his feet before me, not quite sure what to do with his hands as I emboldened my groping of his nicely sized boyhood. Eager now to see my prize, I eased his shorts and the little white briefs he was wearing down his legs, and off his feet. Sitting back, I took a good look at the boy, my mouth actually drooling. What a young beauty he was, his rigid erection jutting forth from his sparse patch of brown pubic hair, with a nicely plump and pink pouch of boy-balls dangling below. He was circumcised, the shearing leaving a lovely little mushroom of a knob at the tip of a good five inch long boner, and it looked smooth as glass and hard as a spike. It actually pulsed slightly with his quickly mounting excitement, and as I reached for it, he actually squealed aloud. Grasping the narrow reed, I pumped it, and ran my thumb across the smooth knob, and for just a moment I feared he might actually collapse, and slide to the floor. I moved my free hand to his tight ball sack and gently cupped it, sensing the small orbs moving within, and he shuddered as a low moan erupted from his chest. I glanced up at his very flushed face, and saw his glazed over eyes looking down at my activity, and I asked softly, "Good, Dillon...?...you like this okay?" He nodded rapidly, apparently momentarily speechless, and I winked at him as I told him great his package looked, and felt, and then I quietly asked him if I could suck his cock. He groaned again, and sputtered, "Oh jeez...God...YEssssss...do it...suck...me...!" Music to my ears, definitely, and in a flash I leaned in, and slid that delicious staff into my drooling mouth, and sucked it, my head bobbing steadily as my hand rolled and tugged his tender balls, and Dillon actually sounded like a cat purring above me. Dear God, he was simply delicious, all boy, and nearly instantly oozing a steady flow of sweet/tart precum fluid over my tongue. Heaven, simply heaven, and given the opportunity, I could happily spend a majority of my remaining days just like this, a beautiful teen boy-cock filling my hungry mouth. Hoping to elongate the stunning encounter, I eased off his throbbing nail and moved to lick his scrotum, carefully taking his balls into my mouth to suck on as he tugged at my hair with his fingers, that mewing sound a steady cadence now. Backing off his balls then, I gripped his rigid shaft and pumped it as I told him, "Dillon...whenever you are ready, I want you to shoot inside my mouth...I love boy-cum, and I don't want you trying to pull away, understand?" Incredulous, he looked down at me, and then he closed his eyes, and replied simply, "Oh...my...God...!" I resumed sucking him in earnest then, finding my rhythm as I savored his slick cock sliding in my saliva filled mouth and the stinging taste of his flowing juices, and I gently tugged on his balls until he suddenly rocked up onto his toes, and thrust sharply forward as a deep growl came from him, and his warm and creamy nectar suddenly spurted into my waiting mouth in rapid jets. I relished each offering as it presented, certain that no better flavor or texture existed on earth, and I actually felt a letdown when his creamy flow slowed, and then ceased. I continued to suckle his wilting boyhood as it softened, and then backed off as he began squirming from the intense sensitivity that followed a massive ejaculation, and I sat back on my chair to look up at him. He was flushed, and seemingly astonished, and I grinned at him as I showed him the fruits of his effort, and he giggled sweetly as I happily swallowed it all down in one big gulp. Scrumptious, I decided, simply nectar of the Gods! All that activity called for another round of lemonade, and then a repeat blow job for my suddenly addicted young friend, and then I loaded the disabled bike in the truck, and drove the boy home. As we parted ways, he promised to drop by the house soon for another sample of what might lurk in my bag of tricks, and as I drove back to the house, I mulled over the many possibilities. (Story Continues) Storyguy22@yahoo.com