Rural Boys - Sex Stories

Rural Boys

... 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 s**ttered 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 ...