Rural Boys - Sex Stories

Rural Boys

... with this assessment, however lamenting that the girls never go to the river because they think the water is too cold, and that it was sometimes worth wearing the &#034damned&#034 trunks so as to be able to ogle the girls in their skimpy bikini's. Giggling, they scampered back to the pool, and jumped in. Boondocks or not, I decided, horny teen boys were the same pretty much anywhere, and this sure sign that raging hormones were very much alive and well out here in the sticks, and that, I decided, was a very good sign indeed. It soon grew far too hot to continue sitting there in the sun, so I headed back to the truck, finished my town-tour, and hit the main road headed north. I covered the same ground I had on my southern trek until I passed my home away from home, and continued north. A short while later I came upon a strong flowing river that ran alongside the road, and I followed it for a few miles until it veered away from the hiway. I saw a rough dirt road running the same direction the river had taken and I turned onto it, deciding to follow the river a bit to see if I might locate the aforementioned nudie swim hole. Sure enough, about a mile later I came upon what would make a perfect swimming hole, a wide and quiet pool of aqua blue water surrounded by huge rocks and a neat little sandy beach. I stopped and checked the place out, disappointed that none of the local boy-dicks were lying about sunning their pink pretties, but took it as good sign that there was plenty ...

... of evidence of human occupation of the place. On another day the place was sure to prove itself as a target-rich environment, and I committed to continue checking out the place regularly. Back in the truck, I followed the dirt road a way, and when it seemed to be veering off in the general direction of the house I continued following its bumpy track. Coming out of a curve, I spotted someone walking along the road several yards ahead of me, and as I drew closer, I felt my pulse quicken as I realized that it was a boy. He was walking along steadily, but he slowed and turned when he heard the truck, and as I closed the distance I realized that all he was wearing was a very snug and very short pair of cutoff jeans. He was shirtless, his tee shirt tied at his slim waist, and I could see a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his satin smooth chest. I pulled up to him and stopped, and he walked over to the truck on the passenger side and I spun down the passenger side window, and smiled as I said hello. He flashed a beautiful smile and returned my greeting, and I let my eyes drift over him. He was as cute as a button, probably around thirteen years of age, all blond and blue and even white teeth. He was hot, both in appearance and in fact as evidenced by the sweat on his sweet face. What I could see of his body was delicious, his smooth chest dotted by twin brown buttons of nipples, and his flat tummy looked soft, and very lickable. I introduced myself and briefly explained my presence ...