Rural Boys - Sex Stories

Rural Boys

... length into my drooling mouth and began a steady bobbing over his tasty young dick, back in boy heaven once again. Alex thrust his tiny butt, pushing his boner into my willing mouth, and I toyed with his balls with my fingers, even trailing a finger down to his tiny pucker, and he all but leapt off the sofa. His taste was exhilarating, a flavor that if bottled would easily sell the world over, and I slobbered and slurped, eager now for what I hoped would be a decent offering of boy-honey, and in another short while Alex definitely did not disappoint when, with a sharp thrust of hip and a loud growl he ejaculated his sweet, creamy nectar into my waiting mouth. I counted three strong spurts and then the flow reduced to a slow dribble of smaller spasms, and I savored every drop, the creamy fluid as sweet as any decadent desert I had ever enjoyed, and when he had finished I happily swallowed the lot, shivering as the viscous fluid slid down my throat. I backed off then, his now tiny boyhood slipping from my lips, and I spent some time licking his nether regions all over, tasting his sweat, and youthfulness. I held his small penis in my fingers, and planted little kisses all over it, savoring its cuteness and taste, and finally I sat back on the sofa, pulling the boy in close as I whispered sweet nothings to him as we basked in the afterglow. Eventually, he rolled those beautiful eyes up to meet mine and he smiled broadly as he said, breathlessly, &#034Yikes...that was really ...

... awesome...really, really amazing...how much longer did you say you were going to be around here...?&#034 It had been a quiet morning, and after eating some lunch I took my laptop out to the pleasant covered porch at the front of the house to catch up on some work. I quickly became engrossed in the reading, and because of that deep concentration level it took several minutes for the strange noises coming from the side of the house to draw my attention. Shifting my attention, I listened a moment as I tried to discern what I was hearing, finally deciding that it was some sort of small engine noise. I got up and walked to the edge of the porch and peered down the driveway toward the shed out back, and much to my surprise I saw that someone had taken the ride-on lawn tractor out onto the driveway and left it running. Going down the steps, I started along the driveway to investigate, and when I got about half way there, I stopped dead in my tracks as I felt my chin drop to my chest and my pulse begin to race. A boy, no, a stunning boy was just exiting the shed, and for one heart-skipping moment I thought that he was naked. And he very nearly was actually, and what a breathtaking nearly naked he was, too. He was wearing an extremely brief cutoff made from what I guessed had originally been denim jeans, but in their present form the tiny garment more resembled an extremely tiny Speedo. As I drew closer I became aware that the boy was of Asian extract, and as a good many Asian boys tend ...