Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2008 16:51:14 GMT
From: "user459@netzero.net" <user459@netzero.net>
Subject: Adult/Youth - Rest Stop 24

The afternoon went quickly.  I was able to get lunch, work for a while in
the office and demold the cured models in the lab.  I cleaned up the lab
and stowed the molds and models away in the cabinets.  I placed the molds
in the cabinets in order of their size from Ryan to Jamie to Kyle to me to
Lo.  Lo just beat me out by a quarter inch, but fair is fair.  In the
drawer below the cabinet I lined up the models: two of Ryan's, two of
Jamie's, four of Kyle's, four of mine, and two of Lo's.  The drawer was
chock full of dicks!  The wired models of mine and Kyle's were stored in
aluminum cases with their controllers and stored under the work table.

It was time to get to soccer practice, so I loaded the equipment in the car
and headed for the soccer field.  Most of the boys were there already and I
saw Kyle in his soccer uniform and waved.  He spoke to coach and then
headed over to where I was.

"Hi Mike!" he said as he ran up to me.  He stopped short when he realized
he had better not show too much affection in public.  "Coach told me to
come and get my leg checked out by you before I practice."

"I can do that," I said and motioned for him to sit down on the bench.  I
had him straddle the bench and then put his leg up on the surface.  I felt
his leg from ankle to thigh and squeezed and massaged it all the way up.  I
let the back of my hand rub against his balls as I pretended to examine his
upper leg.  I could see his dick rising in his shorts.

"Jeez, Mike!" he gasped.  "You're gonna make me shoot in my shorts!"

"Are you that horny, Kyle?" I asked.  I kept up the movement of my hand
against his crotch.

"Yeah, I haven't jerked off or anything since I heard Jamie was coming," he
said.

"I can tell!" I said.  "Your leg seems fine.  Now go tell coach you are
ready for practice."

"OK, I'll catch up with you later," he yelled over his shoulder as he
joined the other boys.


It had rained that morning and the field was muddy and slick in spots.  The
boys practiced anyway.  There was plenty of slipping and sliding going on,
especially when they were kicking.  I saw more than one boy go ass over
teakettle trying to get a good swipe at the ball.  Several were sent over
to me to see if they were injured.

Billy was the first to see me.  He had collided with the goal post when he
slipped and fell in the mud.  By his limp, I would say he had hit it with
his left leg.  I couldn't see any sign of an injury at first because of the
coating of mud and grass on it.  I had him stand in front of me as I wiped
his leg off with some paper towels.  He had surprisingly muscular legs for
an eleven year old, and I could see a little redness where he slammed into
the pipe of the goalpost.

"We should put an icepack on this," I said.  I retrieved an icepack from
the first aid supplies and held it in place on his thigh.  I had the
injured leg stretched out on the bench like I had done with Kyle's leg and
I could see up the leg of his shorts to his jock.  He had a nice little
pouch full of goodies, but was unaware that they were visible.  I enjoyed
the view until I felt he was done with the ice and had him walk around for
me.

"Gee thanks coach!" he said, "It feels better already."  He ran off to get
right back in the thick of it with the rest of the boys.

Mickey was the next casualty.  He missed a kick totally and both feet went
up in the air and he came down flat on his back in the mud.  It knocked the
wind out of him and his back hurt.  His shirt was completely covered with
mud, so I stripped it off him over his head and had him lie down face first
on the bench.  He was stockier than most of the kids; not fat, but had a
bit more meat to him.  I started up at his shoulders and rubbed and
massaged my way down his spine.

"How does that feel, Mick?" I asked.

"Mmmhh, feels good," he moaned.  I continued massaging him, using my thumbs
to manipulate the muscles on either side of his spine.  When I got down to
his shorts I put the palms of my hands flat on his back where it met his
cheeks and pressed in and rotated them around.  He seemed to like that.  I
reversed the process and massaged back up his spine to his shoulders.  When
I was done and took my hands off him he just lay there, not moving.

"Mickey, are you awake?" I asked.  He moaned again but didn't move.  "Are
you OK?"

"Yeah, I feel much better, but I don't think I can get up," he said.

"Are you still in pain?" I asked.

"No, it's not that," he answered, "I'm embarrassed to stand up," he
whispered.

"Oh, I get it," I said, "You've got a stiffy?"

"Shh! Not so loud!" he said.  I helped him up to a sitting position and
then to stand in front of me.

"Stand right here and no one can see it but me," I said.  I did notice a
good sized lump in the front of his shorts.  I turned him so he was facing
away from the field and held one hand behind his back.  "Maybe you are just
too confined in there."  I reached up the leg of his shorts and pulled his
jock aside to let the little man have some breathing room.  Out popped a
four inch hardon and it jumped right into my hand!

"Oh, that's better," he said, relieved to be free from the confines of his
jock.  He looked around to see that no one was paying any attention to us.
I stroked his dick while I pretended to be massaging his back and he rocked
back and forth slightly.  "Is this part of the treatment?"

"It is if you want it to be," I said.  I felt him straighten up a bit and
get even harder in my hand.

"Yeah, it's just fine with me," he croaked.  I felt him tremble and
straighten up even further.  His cock pulsed and I felt a little warmth on
the back of my hand.  I looked and he had shot two little squirts of watery
cum.  I milked his dick, squeezing the cum tube on the bottom up to the
head and got one more blob out.  I wiped it all off with my fingers and let
his limp penis slip back into his shorts.  As he was readjusting himself
and getting his stuff back into his jock, I surreptitiously raised my hand
to my mouth and licked up his load.  I grabbed a paper towel to make it
look like I had wiped it off, but I was enjoying the taste and texture of
his boy cum on my tongue.

"How's your back feel now, Mickey." I asked.

He did a couple a twists and turns and announced, "My back feels good!"
Then he whispered, "And so does my front."

"Now don't let anybody know about this special treatment, OK?" I asked.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anybody," he said.  "Can we do it again
sometime?"

"I think that can be arranged," I said.  "Now, get back to practice and be
more careful when you kick the ball."

He ran back to the game and coach put him in almost immediately.  He seemed
fine now.  Kyle came out of the game and looked over my way.  He waved and
motioned me to come over to the sidelines with him.  As I walked over I
noticed all the boys sitting on the bench.  I had become more keenly aware
of boys' anatomy since my intimate encounters with Jamie and Kyle, so I
took mental inventory of the boys as I walked behind the bench.  Kyle
noticed me checking them out.

"See anything you like, Mike?" he whispered.

"Yes, and he's standing right in front of me!" I replied.  Kyle smiled and
came close and leaned up against me; not in a sexual way, but more like a
friendly way.  I resisted the urge to put my arms around him and led him to
sit with me at the end of the bench away from the coach and other guys.

"We're picking Jamie up after practice, right?" he asked.

"Jamie doesn't come in until 5:15 and practice will be over by 4:00;" I
said, "What will we do for an hour?"

"Can you bring me home to change?" he asked.  "I can't stay over tonight
because my mom wants me to go with her to the mall, but I would like to see
Jamie before I have to go home."

"It's OK with me as long as you clear everything with your mom." I replied.

"No sweat," he said, "I'll just leave her a voice mail at work."  I handed
him my cell phone and he left his mom the message and my cell phone number
in case she had a problem with it.

Coach Rooney had the boys run a few laps of the field while I picked up the
equipment and stashed it in my car.  When they were done, Kyle met me at
the car and I drove the sweaty boy back to his apartment.  He got out and
opened the garage door and had me pull in, as usual.  The door closed
behind me and I followed him into the house.  I was a few steps behind him,
but his trail was easy to follow.  There was a pair of soccer shoes, then a
pair of socks, then a shirt, and shorts, and a jock.  The trail ended at
the bathroom door and I peered in to see Kyle standing at the bowl.  I saw
and heard a strong stream of urine hitting the water and whipping it into a
frothy yellow brew.  He really had to piss!  Hearing him triggered my own
piss response, so I unzipped quickly and stepped up to the bowl just in
time to let loose a stream myself.  He finished before me and shook off the
last drops.  He just stood there watching me piss.  He reached over and
held my dick while I finished.

"I can feel the pee going through it," he observed.  I was almost done and
couldn't help getting a little chubby as I felt his hand on it.  I reached
over and took his already hard penis into my hand and we stood there slowly
stroking each other.  I gradually came to my senses.

"Hey, this is nice, but you have to get showered and changed," I reminded
him.

"Oh, just a minute more?" he asked, "You got me started when you examined
my leg at practice and I never got to finish."

I put the seat down on the toilet and sat on it while I pulled the naked
boy close to me.

"Whew, you're a little ripe from practice!" I commented.  That didn't stop
me from leaning down and licking all around his crotch.  He pushed his
package toward me and I went down on his cock, right to the root.  I heard
him whimper and felt him shudder a bit as I started a slow bobbing motion
along his smooth, hard shaft.

"Oooh, that's nice!" he said.  "I really need to cum quick, Mike.  Is that
all right?"

"Mm, hmm," I mumbled around his dick, trying to indicate that it was OK
with me.

"OH!  What was that?!" he asked.

"What was what?" I asked as I pulled off of his dick.

"You know, when you went mm, hmm!" he answered.

"Oh, a hummer!  Is this it?" I asked as I went back down on his dick and
began humming and setting up a good, deep vibration.  I worked my magic,
going up and down and swirling around, all the time keeping up the humming
between breathing through my nose.

Kyle's eyes were closed and he was really getting into it.  He stood almost
perfectly still and let me stimulate his dick.  I cupped his balls in my
hand and lightly ran my fingers over his sack.  That seemed to really
tickle his fancy.  I felt him get harder and press further into my mouth.
I let him go as deep and as close as possible to my humming throat and then
held him there.  He moaned again and lifted up onto his tiptoes.  I felt
his dick get even harder in my mouth and felt the first spasms of the tube
on the underside of his dick with my tongue.  I slid my tongue from side to
side over the tube and he exploded.  I felt each volley of semen coming up
out of his balls and into my mouth.  It was like slow motion, but he pumped
out about four jets of steamy juice and I caught it all in my mouth.

He lowered his heels back to the floor and I could hear his ragged breaths.
I slowly milked my way back up his cock with my lips and pulled off with a
mouth full of cum.  I hadn't swallowed a drop.  I pulled his face to me and
kissed his mouth long and deep.  I pushed half of his load into his mouth,
and, once he realized what I was doing, he eagerly accepted it and
swallowed it down. I did the same and we parted and looked at each other.

"That was the best!" he said.

"I'm glad I could help," I replied.  "Now get into the shower."  I swatted
his ass and turned to start the shower.  When the temperature was right, he
stepped in and I sat on the edge of the tub, watching.

"Want to help some more?" he asked as he handed me the soap and washcloth.
I took it and lathered up the washcloth and started at the back of his
neck.  I washed and massaged on my way down his back.  When I got to the
cleft between his cheeks, he bent over and steadied himself on the wall
with his hands and spread his legs.  I swiped the washcloth up between his
cheeks and over his wrinkled hole, eliciting a moan and an involuntary jerk
of his body.  He settled back down as I worked back and forth across his
hole.  I dropped the washcloth and went back there with my naked fingers,
covered with soap.  I found the hole with my middle finger and slipped it
in. Kyle opened right up and pushed back against me to impale himself on my
finger.

"Do you need to get off quick, too, Mike?" he asked.

"Boy, do I ever!" I said.  I had my clothes off in microseconds and Kyle
stood to the side to let me in the shower with him.  He again assumed the
position against the wall and I closed the gap between us, my hard cock
leading the way to its target.  The soap and water served well as a
lubricant and I found myself bottoming out as Kyle pushed back hard from
the wall.  It felt so incredibly good to be in his tight hole.  Kyle began
to flex his ass muscles around my cock and it drove me wild!

"I can't hum back there, but I can do this!" he explained.

"Keep it up and you're going to have a load up there!" I said as I rocked
back and forth, sawing in and out of his pulsing channel.

"I hope so," he replied.  We kept it up for a few minutes until that
familiar feeling started building in my balls and his clenching muscles
began to be more urgent.  He squeezed my dick really hard with each
contraction and then announced. "I'm gonna cum!  NNNhhh, unghhh!"

That pushed me over the edge and I immediately unloaded into his ass.  I
grabbed his dick and felt that he had already cum without touching himself.
I pulled out and just let the water run over us.  We were both spent and
breathing hard.  A few more minutes and we stepped out and dried off.  As I
got dressed Kyle went to his room and got his clothes on.  We met in the
hall and he threw his arms around me.

"I love you, Mike!" he said.

"I love you, too, Kyle," I replied and held him close.  "Now it's time to
go get Jamie."

We got to the bus station and had to wait for about fifteen minutes for
Jamie's bus.  That's just me; I have to be early, I can't stand being late.
In this instance, though, it would have been better to be late.  Bus
stations aren't the most pleasant places to hang around in.  The sights and
smells are far from pleasant, but as a casual observer of human nature,
this place was a veritable gold mine of input.  Kyle was in awe of the
place.  He had never been subjected to the waves of humanity and the
variety of forms of human life parading before him.  There was everything
from little old grandmas to multi-pierced Goth freaks and all the
variations in between. I saw boys younger than Kyle who seemed to be
hustling.  I pointed them out to Kyle and he couldn't believe it.  One
young blond boy started for the rest rooms after a short conversation with
a guy in a business suit.  The guy was about thirty seconds behind him,
looking around to see if anyone noticed.  Kyle started to get up to check
it out, but I grabbed his arm and shook my head no.  He got the idea and
sat back down.

Just as we were acclimating to the din and confusion, Jamie's bus was
announced.  We craned to see the passengers entering the terminal and it
wasn't long before we saw our Jamie, half dragging this overstuffed duffle
bag behind him.  Kyle ran on ahead and hugged him and took over carrying
the duffle bag.

"What the heck is in here, the kitchen sink?" Kyle asked as they got to me.
Jamie reached out and hugged me and turned back to answer Kyle.

"Everything but!" he said.  "Mom made me pack like I was going to China!"
He looked great in shorts that were a bit too tight, a T shirt just a bit
too small, sneakers with no socks and a baseball cap that seemed too big
for him.  He still had that look I found so endearing when I saw him across
the room at the rest stop.

"Let's blow this crummy foxhole!" I said.  They both looked at me like I
was trapped in a time warp.  Maybe I was, but we headed to the car and put
Jamie's duffle in the trunk.  The boys jumped into the back seat and left
me to be the chauffeur.  They were chattering away and catching up on the
latest details of their preteen lives.

At the first stop light I pulled a bag out of the console and handed it
back to Jamie.

"What's in the bag, Mike?" he asked.

"Open it and find out," I replied.  He felt the bag and then turned it
upside down and three cocks fell into his lap; Kyle's, his, and mine.

"Wow, cool!" he said as he picked up his first.  "This looks just like my
dick!  I can't believe it!"  He picked up Kyle's and mine and had his hands
full of dicks.  Kyle reached over and took Jamie's model from him and
wrapped his lips around it.  "Oh, don't tease me like that!"  I looked down
and saw his tight shorts straining to contain his growing penis.  Kyle took
the model cock out of his mouth and reached over to caress Jamie through
his shorts.

Jamie wasted no time and skinned his shorts down, baring his penis and
balls.  Kyle leaned over and sucked him into his mouth.  I could only see
the action through the rear view mirror, but I could hear the moans and the
slurping sounds and broke into a grin.