Rural Boys - Sex Stories

Rural Boys

... it as I told him, &#034Dillon...whenever you are ready, I want you to shoot inside my mouth...I love boy-cum, and I don't want you trying to pull away, understand?&#034 Incredulous, he looked down at me, and then he closed his eyes, and replied simply, &#034Oh...my...God...!&#034 I resumed sucking him in earnest then, finding my rhythm as I savored his slick cock sliding in my saliva filled mouth and the stinging taste of his flowing juices, and I gently tugged on his balls until he suddenly rocked up onto his toes, and thrust sharply forward as a deep growl came from him, and his warm and creamy nectar suddenly spurted into my waiting mouth in rapid jets. I relished each offering as it presented, certain that no better flavor or texture existed on earth, and I actually felt a letdown when his creamy flow slowed, and then ceased. I continued to suckle his wilting boyhood as it softened, and then backed off as he began squirming from the intense sensitivity that followed a massive ejaculation, and I sat back on my chair to look up at him. He was flushed, and seemingly astonished, and I grinned at him as I showed him the fruits of his effort, and he giggled sweetly as I happily swallowed it all down in one big gulp. Scrumptious, I decided, simply nectar of the Gods! All that activity called for another round of lemonade, and then a repeat blow job for my suddenly addicted young friend, and then I loaded the disabled bike in the truck, and drove the boy home. As we parted ways, ...

... he promised to drop by the house soon for another sample of what might lurk in my bag of tricks, and as I drove back to the house, I mulled over the many possibilities. I had to admit that this temporary exile to the sticks was working out for me a whole bunch better than I had ever expected that it would. I mean, hell, I had been here less than a week and I had already put two new notches on my gun belt thanks to cutie Sam, and hottie-boy Dillon. And better still, there had been mention of revisits from both boys. Life in the slow lane may be lacking in comparison to the bright lights of the big city, but I had to admit that there was something about these country boys that somehow made them more available, or at least more affable for my purposes. Maybe, I decided, it was there really wasn't all that much excitement available out here in Hooterville, and if there was one thing that young hormone ridden boys needed and craved, it was a lot of excitement, and, I was sure that having their rigid boy-cocks sucked off was indeed excitement. I hadn't by any means forgotten about the potential of the hidden skinny-dip hole while I had been otherwise diverted by Sam and Dillon, and as I finished up with my post-lunch cleanup, I decided this might be a fine time to go check it out once more. It was yet another warm and sunny summer day which was very likely to draw a naked boy or three to the comforts of nudity and refreshing water. Once in the truck, I headed up the main road, my ...