Rural Boys - Sex Stories

Rural Boys

... was lean, well tanned, and smooth as glass across his exposed chest and soft tummy, and below the shorts his legs were well formed, and hairless. I could only speculate of course with regard to the treasures that lay hidden behind the shorts, but whatever the particular dimensions turned out to be, I was certain it would all prove delicious, and perfect; definitely a speculation I was eager to validate. We chatted a bit, and I learned that he had been on a long bicycle ride when his front tire had gone flat, and that he had been humping it homeward in the heat for over an hour, with a good mile or more left to go. I bent to examine the tire, and seized the opportunity to closely examine the bulges at his crotch, and then I suggested that if he wanted we could take the bike up to my shop and attempt to repair the flat, and failing that possibility, I would be glad to load the bike in the truck, and drive him home. He quickly agreed, a brilliant grin painting over his cherubic young face, and we started down the driveway. In route I suggested a brief respite in the air conditioned house and a glass of something cool, and he eagerly accepted, adding with a soft giggle that he also really needed to use the bathroom. I chuckled my understanding and ruffled his soft hair as I resisted the temptation to offer to hold his penis for him while he whizzed. Again, a bit much, a bit soon, but tempting none the less. Inside, Dillon, as I had learned his name was, headed off to the john ...

... while I went to fill a couple of tall glasses with cold fresh lemonade that I had whipped up that morning with fresh lemons from the tree out back. I set them on the kitchen table, and sat down to await the return of my new prey...um... new friend. Soon enough he reappeared, his gaze going to the tall glass of chilled lemonade, and I indicated he should sit down, and enjoy. He complied quickly, and then downed the drink in a single pull as I watched his small Adam's apple bob up and down. I let my hungry gaze linger on his small brown nipples as I imagined licking and sucking the tender nubbins, and then I got up to refill his glass. We sat there a good half hour, chatting easily and getting comfortable with each other as I asked about his interests and his school life, and when I commented that as cute as he was I Imagined he had his hands full fending off the local teen girls he flushed, and kind of giggled as he made a remark that sounded like &#034yea, right...I wish!&#034 Feigning surprise at his comeback, I followed up with some mild inquiries regarding the local girls, and learned that much to Dillon's lament he was exceedingly shy when it came to interaction with the fair young maidens, and that aside, most of them were burdened with the typical rural redneck type of fathers that were not about to allow their sweet young daughters to fall prey to any of the local boys. A decidedly paradoxical situation that left poor Dillon pretty much out of luck with regard to losing ...