Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2011 12:37:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cruising Rural Boys (7)

Cruising Rural Boys
By
Storyguy22

(7)

   It was the early afternoon of my final day in what I had come to think
of as a veritable boy-rich heaven. I was sitting in my usual spot on the
wide covered porch at the front of the house, enjoying the fine balmy day
as I contemplated my options regarding scoring one last boy before
returning to my real life in back in the city. As I weighed the merits of
each of the sights where I had been previously successful in my boy
searches I was having trouble deciding between the swimming pool at the
school and the skinny dipping spot at the river. Both had proved target
rich environments during my stay here, but the time required to recon both
locations was a bit more than I really wanted to invest on this final
evening in town. What I really wanted was to make a quick and easy boy
connection, and simply suck another of those highly exciting teen cocks
until I was rewarded with a mouthful of sweet young cum.

   As I continued with indecision I picked up some kind of motion out of
the corner of my eye, and I turned my attention to the long driveway
leading from the main road to the house. Well, I thought, the pervert gods
must be shining upon me today...it just may be that I will be able to wind
up my visit on a perfect note without needing to invest any real effort. As
I continued to focus on the driveway I realized that the motion I had
picked up was none other than one of the local young hotties pedaling his
bicycle toward my position. As he drew closer I allowed myself somewhat of
a Cheshire Cat smile as I thought of the old saw about the spider inviting
a fly into his parlor.

   The boy was, as they say in baseball, right in my wheel house. He looked
to be around fourteen years of age, and as he stopped near the porch steps
to dismount the bike I gave him a serious once over and decided that I like
what I was seeing...I liked it a lot! Another of the serious cuties that
seemed abundant in these parts, and I once again wondered if was the local
water supply that influenced the bunker crop of hot young boys that
populated this small country burg. He turned toward me, and smiled as he
gave a small and somewhat timid wave. I nodded and smiled as I let my eyes
drift over him slowly. He was slim, maybe about 5' 6" tall and somewhere
around 110 pound I guessed. His mop of longish hair was a sandy shade, kind
of dirty blonde, and he was dressed in a hacked off practice jersey of some
sort that was emblazoned with the number 11 on the chest. The hem of the
garment was cut short enough that it exposed a wide expanse of the smooth
and tanned skin of his tummy and I felt myself beginning to drool. Along
with the sexy shirt he was wearing very snug jeans, the style with the very
skinny legs that fit him like a second skin, and my gaze lingered on the
enticing bulges of that which made him all boy. I made no real effort to
conceal my rapidly rising interest in the treasures that obviously lay
hidden there, and as he stepped up onto the porch he realized that I was
plainly gawking his bulging crotch, and a slight flush painted his smooth
cheeks. My God he was cute, a real stunner, and the flush only enhanced his
youthful cuteness.

   He cleared his throat then, and began a self-introduction before
launching into some sort of spiel he had apparently rehearsed some. The
gist of the thing was a pitch for some kind of fund raising effort he was
involved in, something to do with funding some sport team or other in their
upcoming road trip to compete in section finals, and as he wound up his
sales pitch, he mumbled something about how difficult it was to make
sufficient rounds in this rural area to contact enough prospective donors
to reach his personal quota. That was certainly understandable given how
wide spread the local housing was around here, and his comment gave me the
glimmer of an idea as to how this situation might just serve each of our
needs. Deciding to adopt a bolder than usual approach in my effort to
seduce this little doll into feeding me his creamy nectar, I stepped closer
to him, and with a warm smile I suggested that there might just be a
mutually agreeable solution to his little dilemma. He looked at me, his
expression one of interest mingled with curiosity, and when he asked me
what I had in mind, I threw all caution to the winds as I simply reached
out my hand, and groped his crotch as I explained that I was perfectly
willing to buy out his entire inventory of fund raising tickets in exchange
for his agreeing to allow me suck his very fine cock. I say very fine
because that is exactly how it felt as it instantly grew rigid as a nail in
my grip, and he gasped some, and then muttered something that at first
expressed his shock at the fact that I was molesting him as I was, and then
he recovered slightly, and nodded his agreement with my somewhat wicked
proposal. In reality I really wasn't all that surprised by his quick
submission; I mean think about it, how many fourteen year old boys are
going to turn down the offer of a blow job which also saves them a hell of
a lot of bicycle pumping in the heat?

   So, our little agreement struck, I brought the boy into the house where
I steered him to the living room. I took a seat on the edge of the sofa and
positioned the somewhat stunned boy directly in front of me, and I paused a
moment to just look him over. The crotch of those tight jeans was seriously
tented now, his penis obviously at full hard, and I resumed groping it
outside the jeans, relishing that incredible degree of stiffness that only
young boys can attain. I could feel his balls in there as well, and as I
gently gave them a squeeze he groaned. Still groping his package I told him
to take off the shirt, and he immediately peeled it over his head, baring a
satin smooth torso and chest dotted with small brown nipples. There was
some wispy hair strands in his creamy pits, but other than that he was
totally smooth. My excitement quickly growing, I undid the fly of his
jeans, and tugged them down his thighs. He was wearing some grey colored
briefs, very small and sexy and his rampant boyhood had the front of them
severely stretched forward as that young boner strained for freedom.

   Given that I too wanted that young beauty free, I quickly skinned the
small briefs down his well formed legs, and he stepped out of them. It was
my turn to groan then, his perfectly sculpted erection bobbing off his
sparsely haired groin as it pointed more or less at the ceiling. It was
indeed a beauty, perhaps five inches of narrow young cock, as smooth as
glass, and neatly cut to fully expose a very red plumb shaped knob that
glistened with his already flowing juices. His tender balls dangled below
in their silky pouch, mostly hairless and slightly crinkled. The scrotum
bulged with nicely sized balls, and my mouth watered at the thought of the
sweet boy-honey they were busy generating for my soon-to-come enjoyment. I
reached for it then, my right hand gripping his pulsing erection as my left
hand carefully cradled his balls. I stroked him, and swiped my thumb across
the slippery knob to smear his slick fluids around the sensitive head, and
he shuddered in pleasure. I gently pulled downward on his balls, and let my
finger probe the tender place just behind his scrotum as he groaned above
me. Leaning into him, I swiped my tongue over his knob, and then licked
along the shaft, going down one side, and back up the other. Holding its
base, I let my tongue tip tease at the inverted "v" on the underside of his
cock head, and then I surrendered to my burning desire to taste him, and I
took the length of him into my drooling mouth.

   I swear, even if I live past 100, I will never get enough of the
stunning combination of flavors and scents that are so much an important
part of sucking a teen boys cock. And this one was actually above average
on the scale, so fresh and clean tasting, and mingled with the heady aroma
of youth and raging hormones.  I was literally slobbering over his rigid
pole as I eagerly sucked him, and I rolled his plump balls in my free hand,
and the boy only added to my pleasure with his low moans and heavy
breathing. After a bit, I backed off to pay some oral homage to his heavy
ball sack by licking it all over and gently sucking each ball into my mouth
in turn. He tugged at my hair, his knees nearly buckling and I teased at
his tight little pucker with a finger as I again began slurping over his
leaking cock, and as I sensed his impending eruption I added some pressure
to my finger until just the tip of it pushed through his resistance to slip
inside his little opening. He gasped loudly, followed by a little yelp as I
probed his tightness, and in another moment I felt his hardness spasm in my
sucking mouth. Seconds after that spasm he began to spurt his warm, creamy
nectar into my mouth, spurt after spurt of the viscous warm fluid flowing
over my tongue as I happily swallowed each offering until the flow
ceased. He didn't soften at all, his rigid young shaft still like a tasty
nail in my mouth, so after some gentle suckling, I began to once more suck
him in earnest as I toyed with his balls. As I suspected, the boy quickly
revived, and he was soon humping that lovely young cock into my drooling
mouth until he delivered a second, slightly less voluminous load of his
sweet cream. I gulped it all down, and then licked his now wilting penis
clean, and then I sat back on the sofa, smiling at the very flushed boy. He
gave me cute little sheepish kind of look, and then he flopped down on the
sofa beside me.

   We cuddled a while, and I got a kick out of his post orgasmic banter as
he extolled the amazing sensations I had just provided him, something
heretofore he had only read or heard about. His summation was the reading
of having his cock sucked paled completely in comparison to the actual
experience, and that fed my sense of personal pride in performing the
intimate act. All in all it had been a win-win afternoon, and after he and
dressed I made good on my end of our deal by buying out his allotment of
raffle tickets. With a brief hug, he was out the door, remounted on his
bicycle, and pedaling off down the driveway. I went back inside to begin
packing up my things, and later as I turned off the lamp for the final time
in this veritable boy-lover paradise, I vowed to take a good hard look at
just how my life and business interests might fare if I eventually
relocated to a similar area where I might resume my cruising of rural boys.

The End
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