Rural Boys - Sex Stories

Rural Boys

... that he looked as though he had overheated himself while pedaling his bike on this very warm day. I gave him a little wave, and he returned it as he upended the soda bottle and drained it. Walking nearer, I said hi, and mentioned that I was going to get myself one of those cold sodas, and offered to buy him a refill, which he accepted with a nod, and a smile that sent a jolt through my balls. I got the sodas, and went over to join the boy at the picnic table, and as I handed him the bottle I asked if I might join him. With another of those dazzling smiles he patted the bench along him, and so I sat, as close as possible without actually pressing my leg to his bare one which in truth I would have much preferred. We chatted, introducing ourselves, and he mentioned that he had heard some city guy was staying at the dog place for a while. Intrigued, I asked him if he knew Sam, or Dillon, and he kind of giggled as he muttered something about everybody knowing everybody around here. Typical, I suppose, of small town America, and I began to ponder just what conversation had taken place between the boys in regard to moi. I made some inane inquiries about his age, his thoughts about school, and rural life in general, and as he responded I discovered that his name was Alex, he would be having his thirteenth birthday in just eleven more days, and that he was also quite the chatterbox as he went on a good five minutes, barely taking breathes as he extolled the joys of rural life, up to ...

... and including the joys of the nearby swimming hole, and the fact that he had seen my truck parked there a while back. I wondered if he had connected the dots and concluded that in all likelihood I had been doing a bit of spying on him and his naked buddies, but if that had occurred to him it gave him no pause as he continued his dissertation while I continued to check him out. Everything about this little cutie was making me horny as a goat from the lilting, kind of girly actually, to the boy-scent of him, and I tried not to leer as my eyes drifted over his slim young body. I was again struck by his slimness, so petite as to be nearly dainty, and the creamy smooth of his bare chest and the puffy nubs of his brown nipples begged for attention of lips and tongue, as did his soft little tummy with its lingering traces of baby fat. His cotton shorts presented interesting bulges, and I conjured up a vision of him naked at the river, and I felt my cock stir again. His thin legs were smooth as silk, and both tanned and toned, and I gave silent thanks for whatever local code seemed to dictate the dress code for these stunning local boys, to wit, pretty much nothing other than the briefest of shorts, and then apparently only when in public. Our continuing conversation seemed to be completely comfortable as I elaborated some on my own status regarding my house sitting arrangement, and Alex showed some excitement when I made mention of the resident dog population. Turns out the boy was ...