Rural Boys - Sex Stories

Rural Boys

... gazed at me, a wondrous expression on his youthful face as he muttered, &#034Whoa, Dude...I gotta tell you...that...was awesome...!&#034 I winked, nodding my total agreement, and as I reached out to ruffle his soft blond hair, I replied, &#034Cool, Sam...I'm glad you enjoyed it...and I was right, too...your cock and balls taste amazing, and, your sweet cum is simply delicious!&#034 Giggling softly, he asked, &#034How long did you say you were going to be around here...?&#034 The day following my little afternoon delight with Sam, I managed the self discipline necessary to complete some backed up work. While I managed to get caught up on the manuscripts it had not been easy what with my mind continually returning to the delightful events of the previous afternoon with young Sam. Finally, I had enough with the reading, and I got myself a cup of coffee and wandered outside to the front porch to enjoy it. Sipping at the coffee I gazed around at the vast emptiness of the surrounding terrain, the distant focus being recuperative to my eyestrain, and when my wandering eyes settled onto the rural road that ran past the property I spotted what appeared to be a young lad walking long as he pushed a bicycle. My antenna went on alert, and I quickly started walking down the driveway, my cover being that I was going to check the mailbox at the road. Drawing closer, I confirmed that the walker was indeed a boy who appeared to be pretty much right in my personal wheelhouse, that is to say ...

... around thirteen or f******n, and cute as a bug with a lean and toned body. He was dressed in cotton shorts, shirtless with a brightly colored tee shirt was slung over the bike handlebars, and his satin smooth skin was glistening with light sweat from his exertions of walking in the heat and pushing the bike, which I now noticed had a flat front tire. I peered into my mailbox, and extracted a few pieces of junk mail, and then paused to greet the boy who had by now reached my position. He stopped walking, and lifted his forearm to swipe at his sweaty brow, and I felt my cock stir as I peered at the small tuft of soft looking hair at his creamy underarm. He spoke a greeting, and the lilt of his boy-going-man voice sent another jolt to my balls. He mentioned something about it being hot, and I very nearly made some reply about him being hot as well, but caught myself, thinking that might be a touch strong this early in our meeting. But hot he was, definitely. I began to wonder if there wasn't something about the local water supply and/or diet that seemed to render all these local boys so very sexy. This particular specimen was about 5' 4&#034 or so, and I guessed around 100 pounds, give or take. He had light brown hair worn short in one of those typical boys' haircuts, and his somewhat heavy eyebrows were a perfect match. His eyes were a hazel shade of brown, and he had the cutest button nose, and a lush mouth with slightly puffy lips that I could well imagine kissing endlessly. He ...