Rural Boys - Sex Stories

Rural Boys

... then the young one consulted his watch, and got to his feet. He located his pile of clothes and slipped on shorts and shirt, then spoke to the others briefly before leaving to retrieve his bike. I knew he would spot my truck on his way, and I hoped that he wouldn't bother to walk back to alert his pals, and he did not, instead boarding his bike, and pedaling away. I continued observing the older two a while, and learned not for the first time in my life that patience is indeed a virtue. Lying on his back enjoying the warm sun, the older boy began idly toying with his lovely cock, and in seconds the thing had unfurled to a plump erection which he began slowly stroking up and down. His friend lay beside him, watching, and after a moment he kind of giggled and said something I couldn't hear, but when the other k** answered him, he too began playing with his thick tool, and in seconds I was happily watching two beautiful young boys jacking off together. Fucking hot, let me tell you! I kept hoping that they would ramp things up some, maybe jerk each other or whatever, but sadly that never developed. What did take it up a notch was when the older boy was ready to cum; he rolled toward his friend and promptly ejected several ropes of thick cum all over his groin, and stomach. The younger k** squealed and giggled as his bud glazed him, and when he was ready, he quickly flipped up so he as straddling the others thighs as he fisted out a very impressive ejaculation of his own, ...

... repaying his friend with a glazing of his own. In retrospect I'm not sure why that was so hot to me, but it was, definitely, and without really realizing I was doing it, I had my own hard cock spurting cum all over the sand at my feet. Settling down, I tucked my wilted cock away, and with a last hungry gaze at the reclined beauties, I headed back to the truck, my mind busily conceiving of ways to get to know them both much better soon. Back in the truck, I bumped along the dirt track until I reached the main road again, and then turned left toward home. Driving along at a leisurely pace I reflected upon the recent events at the swimming hole, and my dick stirred as I drew visuals in my mind of the cute naked boys I had watched there. Nearing the ancient building that served both as an antiquated gas station/garage and a kind of general store with very limited product selection, I spotted the youngest of the three boys sitting on the bench of an old picnic table not far from the store, and on a whim I turned in and parked. Alighting from the truck I glanced over at the boy who sat sipping at the final swallows of a soda pop that he had clearly gotten from the forties style vending machine located on the porch of the store. I arrived at this conclusion based on my knowledge that only those very old style machines still dispensed long-neck style bottles rather than the currently used cans. The boy once again struck me as exceedingly cute in a sweet and innocent way, and I also noted ...