Rural Boys - Sex Stories

Rural Boys

... we had a rhythm going with my bobbing and his rolling his small hips to match. My God, how sweet he tasted, all boy and fresh, and just a faint hint of pool chlorine lingering on his skin. I let my tongue play at the sensitive little inverted V on the underside of his cock head, and he groaned lustily. I backed off and spent a tome sucking and licking his plump balls, then went back to sucking him, working for effect this time as I grew eager to have his creamy sweetness flood my mouth. He apparently was on the same page I was as he stepped up the pace of his bucking hips, and in another minute or so my wish was granted when with a low growl Dillon arched his back, and spewed his warm nectar into my mouth. For the second time the boy surprised me with his volume, his pulsing penis spurting several jets of semen over my tongue, and I savored the tart taste of it all, swilling it inside my mouth before swallowing it down. After a time, he began to soften and I let his spent cock slip from my mouth. I toyed with the cute little cock a bit, then planed a loud smack on the glistening head before sitting up to swipe at my sticky lips with the back of my hand as Dillon watched me and giggled sweetly. I winked at him, telling him how great he tasted, and he grinned happily, and said, &#034That's, like, the best feeling in the world...!&#034 Laughing, I said that I was glad he enjoyed himself, and then let myself give into a sudden impulse as I asked him if I might briefly try a new ...

... twist he might find interesting. He just nodded at me, so I reached out and flipped him over onto his tummy, quickly bent down, and licked and kissed all over his very cute little buns as he giggled. I split his luscious cheeks, and stabbed my tongue at his pink little oval several times, and then licked it, the tiny ring of tissue feeling bumpy on my tongue. &#034Yikes..!&#034 he belted out, &#034You're licking my...asshole...!&#034 I was indeed, and I was glad I decided to try it...it's not something I regularly indulge in, and at the moment I was really wondering why not. In any event, his free hour had nearly elapsed, so we regrettably got his little outfit squared away, and I walked him back to the pool area where we said our goodbyes. I headed back to the truck, and checked my watch, smiling at the realization that it was barely coming on noon, and I had already scored one delicious load of boy-cream. How many more might I encounter before this glorious day was through, I wondered. 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 ...