Rural Boys - Sex Stories

Rural Boys

... 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 f******n 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&#034 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 ...