Scotty giggled, and looked askance at me, his pretty blue eyes sparkling with the reflection of the light from the dashboard, and asked,
"Submarine races.....no....I don't even know what that is...?"
I chuckled, and told him, as I reached over to grope his lap, and fondle his penis through his shorts,
"It's a sort of a game....the idea being for me to do whatever to make this cute little periscope go up.....then go down again...see...?....up...down....up....down...periscope...so... submarine..."
He squirmed on the seat, opening his smooth legs wider to give my busy hand better access to his goodies, and giggled again, as he replied,
"Oh, cool....I get it....sounds like fun....and....my periscope is already going up, like, right now....!"
I groped his rapidly inflating boyhood, and nodded, as I told him,
"Yup, it is definitely on the way....well, cool....cause that means it will be that much sooner that I find some way to make it go down, again....and you will probably like that part of the game best, I imagine."
Scott giggled some more, nodding his agreement, and I reluctantly removed my hand from his lap, not wanting his periscope to go down before I had it back where I wanted it most....in my mouth! I herded the car toward the south edge of town, where the city gives way to the surrounding farm land, and stayed on the main road another few miles, before turning onto a dirt road that provided the farmer access to his fields. Bobby and I had discovered this place one spring when we took temporary work in the fields for the spring harvest, and I knew this road would take us to the storage shed that housed various farm supplies, and also served as a sort of break room for the seasonal workers. Bobby and I had snuck in there more than once to allow me the opportunity to pursue my passion of sucking his nice cock, and I knew we would be relatively safe there from anymore prying eyes like Tony.
I pulled up on the side of the shed, and we sat quietly for a few minutes, ensuring that there was no one around, and that the entire field seemed deserted. We got out of the car, and I retrieved the so-called hidden key from under a potted plant beside the door, and let us into the small shed. At the rear of the shed was an area populated by a sofa, and a table with several chairs, and a refrigerator, and other kitchen stuff that the farm workers used for their lunch breaks. I led Scott back to that area, and took a seat on the sofa, as I steered Scott to stand in front of me. I sat for a moment, just drinking in his sexy little body once more, and I savored the smoothness of his bare chest, and tummy, and the already, or maybe still, pronounced bulge at his crotch. I let my hungry gaze wander down his slender, toned, legs, then, looked up at his cute face, and told him,
"Damn, Scotty-boy.....you are just so freaking cute....sexy...just looking at you gets me all horny....raise your arms up, bud....like hands behind your head, ok....and just stay like that, while I check out your periscope..."
He grinned that high wattage grin, and quickly lifted his arms, folding his hands together at the back of his head. I extended my arm, and lightly ran my fingers over the warm, satiny skin of his chest, and fingered his small nipples, causing him to flinch a little, then, ran my fingers up into his creamy smooth underarms, relishing the butter soft skin there, and the total lack of any hair growth. Scott giggled as I fingered him there, apparently ticklish, and I moved back across his chest, and nipples, to explore the other underarm in the same way, eliciting more boyish giggles.
I slid forward a little on the cushion, and trailed both my hands down over his slim torso, letting my fingers just graze over his erection as I passed his crotch area, and ran my fingers lightly down his firm, smooth thighs to the knee. Reversing course, I stroked the inside of his thighs, slipping my fingers beneath the hem of his shorts, until I encountered his taut, and naked scrotum. I poked at his tight balls with my fingers, and leaned my head close to him, and tongued the satin-like skin of his soft tummy just above the elastic of his shorts, and he shuddered slightly. I slid my hands out of his shorts legs, and moved to hook the waist band of his shorts, and tug them downward, letting his very erect boyhood, and tight balls pop free, as I lowed the shorts to his feet, and he stepped out of them, leaving him gloriously naked before me. His penis stood rigid, scant inches from my face, and pointing about forty five degrees from his sparse pubic growth, and I inhaled, then, blew my warm breath over the smooth head of his cock. His plump balls hung close to the juncture of his coltish legs, and I watched his penis pulse with excitement, as I blew more warm breath over the cute helmet, and slid my tongue out to lap over it a few times. Scott groaned softly, and I glanced up at him, noting that he hadn't moved, other than to shift his eyes down to watch me teasing him. I winked at him, and said, as I closed my fist around his turgid shaft,
"Hmmm....looks like we definitely have an "up" periscope here..."
I stoked his throbbing erection, and brought my other hand up to cup his ball sac, and fondle the grape sized nuggets within, and Scotty groaned again, his knees buckling slightly. I pressed his rigid cock against his groin, and lowered my head, then licked his tight little sac, probing each orb with the tip, before easing the whole pouch inside my mouth, and sucking gently on his balls. He rolled up on his toes, more soft sounds escaping from him, and I spent a few happy moments gently sucking his balls, as my other hand continued to stroke, and fondle his pretty boyhood. Backing off his plump balls, I ran my tongue up the underside of his shaft, then, lapped at the wet, slick head a few times, before easing the length of him back into my mouth. I tasted his nutty flavored precum as its flow increased steadily, and drooled over my tongue, and he shuddered again, and thrust his small hips at me, urging me to take his pulsing erection deeper into my mouth, and I did just that, engulfing its length to the very base in one steady head movement. I felt the slippery head glide along the roof of my mouth, and bump the back of my throat, and I held it there, as my arms went around his slender waist, and my hands gripped the firm, round mounds of his beautiful little butt tightly.
Scott groaned again, and rolled up on the balls of his feet again, as I swallowed several times, my soft throat tissues massaging the sensitive head of his cock. I eased off then, withdrawing along the shaft of his penis, until I held just the head between my lips, and I sucked it, as I jabbed my tongue tip into his tiny slit, as my hands kneaded the tight little melons of his ass. He groaned loudly, a kind of growling sound, and his slender body quivered, as his hips thrust forward, and I again took his length deep in my mouth, sucking at it steadily. I spread the fingers of one hand, and eased into the warm crevice of his pretty butt, gliding my index finger deep within the fold, as I slobbered over his throbbing boy meat, sucking him noisily, as my finger found his tiny wrinkle, and probed it gently, making tiny little circles over the firm little ridges of tissue that guarded his core, and he flinched slightly at the new sensation.
Still sucking him with a steady rhythm, I continued to circle his tiny entrance with my finger, and, as I felt him tense up, and rock onto his toes once more, I added a touch of pressure there, not actually penetrating him, but enough that I felt the muscle there flex, then grip at my fingertip. I resisted the strong urge to just push, and slide my finger into his warm tightness, not wanting to freak him with such an unfamiliar, and startling invasion, but just held it there, barely past his outer ring, as I redoubled my efforts sucking him. Another minute, tops, and Scotty was over the edge, releasing another deep growl, and executing another roll onto his toes, as his charged balls exploded their creamy discharge, and his pulsing cock erupted yet again, spewing his warm, creamy honey across my tongue, and into my gulping throat.
Drained, and shaking slightly, Scotty just kind of wilted, his knees giving out, and his rapidly wilting penis slipping from my mouth, as he sort of melted into me, and I pulled him toward me, as I rolled back onto the dusty sofa, with his trembling body stretched out nearly on top of me. I held him, stroking his back, as he gasped and panted, striving for air. I let my hands wander down over the perfect mounds of his little butt again, and gently kneaded the flawless skin, and moved a finger slightly into the cleft, sliding it up and down the length of the warm sleeve, as Scotty finally lifted his slightly sweating head, and grinned at me, saying,
"Wow....now....it's all, like, down periscope, again....!"
I laughed, nodding, and replied,
"That it is, champ....definitely, after that....but hey....any periscope worth its salt will be an up-periscope again, once it has a little routine maintenance, right...?
Scotty giggled, nodding rapidly, and chirped,
"For sure....the submarine Captain just needs to push the right buttons, and....up it goes, again....!"
(To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com