Date: Fri, 11 May 2012 10:23:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: jon white <jonwhite808@yahoo.com>
Subject: Camp S.U.C.K. IV
 
    Tim didn't wait for an invitation, he dove directly for Jon's balls.
Precum was dripping from them and a steady tiny rivulet continued to seep
out of Jon's pecker. Tim's tongue worked hard to lick the luscious juice
from Jon's ballsac, then moved up for the main course. He started up the
shaft that was straining up before him, working all around the sides and
underside. The topside was dry, but not for long. When Tim had scoured
the coronal groove, he opened his lips and took the whole deep red helmet
in his mouth. His moves were slow and gentle. Jon had been hard and
leaking for a long time and just had a thorough fucking so Tim guessed it
wouldn't take much to put him over the edge. Jon's butthole was already
greased, so Tim began to slowly fingerfuck him while he sucked. Jon was
going nuts. He had been close to cumming when Tim's pecker was probing
his ass, and the kid was teasing him now, but he was getting
close...."Oh, I, I'm getting close, I'm getting close..." So Tim stopped
moving his finger, held that leaking helmet in his mouth without moving
anything but the slightest very light lick of  Jon's frenulum and Jon
began to beg: "Ahh, shit! let me cum. I've gotta cum!  OH, GOD make me
cummmmm! I can't stand it any..."  CRACK! A hot wad of  boycum shot down
his rigid cock and blasted Tim's throat. And another, stronger than the
first, and again and again,  a dozen burning spurts zipped down his dick.
Tim tried to swallow the lot but it was far too much and gobs of boygoo
leaked from his lips and ran down Jon's penis to coat his nutsack.
 
    The following day he managed to find Bobbie after dinner. She was
prettier than he remembered and when she kissed him, it was so different
from the sex he had enjoyed with others. It was warm, sweet, and filled
him with a glow. Jon: "You've been so on my mind. I want your clitty in
me. I don't care if it hurts, I want you to be my lover."
 
    "Could it be you have had a little stretching exercise in the
bushes?", she said.
 
    Jon, getting better at prevariction: "No, I've been waiting all my
life for you. I want to feel you cum in me, and we'll share the memory
for the rest of our lives. I'm beginning to have the notion I'd like to
be with you forever."
 
    "Granny told me long ago that one can never trust a thing a man says
with a hardon. 'An erect penis has no conscience!' she said. And you have
a very hard one at the moment I see. But, bullshit or not, I want to be
up to my ovaries in you, so let's find a spot. My clitty has been hard
since we made love last and it needs relief! Now!" They found a spot
nearby, she rolled on a raincoat, greased it up and slipped a finger into
Jon's waiting rosebud. It went easily, so she tried two fingers and it
was a bit tight but she waited a moment until his sphincter relaxed, put
his legs over her arms and pressed her clitty against its target. She
wasn't very big in the cock department, but bigger than Timmy and it took
a minute before she slipped in and she kept going to the hilt. "Tell me
I'm not hurting you. I care for you too much to cause pain."
 
    "Hurt me some more. I'll give you just seven hours to quit! Oh,
Bobbie, it feels like you belong there. Fuck me. Fuck me, I want to feel
your dic...er, clitty massage my prostate." So she did, and only a couple
of minutes later he yelled: "Damn, I, I'm cumming! She looked down and
his cock jumped. With the second jump a stream of boycum shot up his
stomach. The third jump produced a stream that almost reached his chin.He
moaned and writhed, his face contorted, his eyes shut and he kept
spurting hot semen. Finally he stopped, and she began to stroke again.
She was so hot from watching him explode, it didn't talke long before she
abruptly pulled out, stripped off the rubber, and the incredible tension
in her gut released with a torrent of jizz. She coated his stomach, his
chest and the top of his left leg. and then, exhausted, flopped down
beside him. "Thanks for letting me watch you cum. You always amaze me how
a clitty on a petite girl can shoot like a firehose. But next time, I
want you to cum in me. I feel sort of incomplete. And I'll try harder not
to lose it before you're done." He looked directly into her eyes and
said:  "OK, you can trust me now, my erection is gone, so please believe
me. I love you. I'm not too young to know what that means, but I know
what I feel, and it's love."
 
    She pulled him to her and said in his ear, "I'm not sure, when we're
both soaked in cum, I can believe you. But I will, because I know what I
feel is love too."
 
    The 'canopener' question from Jack, the counsellor at the next tent,
was "what's been the most uncomfortable thing about camp so far?".
    Mary: "I guess just going naked."
    Henry: "Same with me. I mean, I'm fat, way overweight. And I felt
awful waddling around bare, but I've seen a lot of kids fatter than I am,
and I'm getting used to it."
    Jan: "I got my period and I just couldn't face walking around with my
tampon string hanging out. So I tucked it in between my vaginal lips, but
it kept falling out.Then I saw a lot of girls with their periods and I
said to hell with it, and just let everything hang out.
    Ginny: "My boobs are different. I mean, one is bigger than the other
and I felt like a freak naked. But it's getting easier because there are
a whole bunch of girls with eneven sized breasts so I'm not so freaked
out as I was at the beginning."
     Frank: "I don't know who I am. I think about sex with guys, I know
I've got a big gay streak, but the guys I see who seem gay turn me off."
 
    Jack replied, "I suspect your gaydar isn't well enough tuned up. All
the guys in camp have a gay leaning, or they wouldn't be here. You just
haven't met the right guy yet. Reach out and touch someone."
 
    Bill: "It's my cock. It just stays up all the time!  I can't think
about anything else. Every guy I see with an erection makes me crazy.
I guess I'll just have to keep banging away until it gets empty."
    Jon: "I'm conflicted. I've had sex with a couple of guys and enjoyed
it. I know I'm mostly gay. I really like a dick in my mouth, but the
thought of a french kiss with another guy borders on disgusting. What
kind of a queer am I?"
 
   Jack: "Gay comes in all sorts of flavors. Maybe you'll stay that way
about kissing all your life, maybe you just haven't met the right guy
yet.  Time will tell and meanwhile enjoy the cocks and don't worry about
the tongues."
 
    Jon left the tent and thought he'd see if he could find Bobbie. Frank
caught up with him and said: "Seems like we have sort of the same
problem. I never guessed you were gay. I mean, you don't act gay...."
 
   Jon had his eye on Frank from the first time he saw him. Big for
sixteen, a swimmer's body, handsome, with a nice package, though he
hadn't seen it hard. "So, Frank, you haven't had any sex with a guy yet?"
 
    "Nope. A girl tried to jack me off the first day of camp, but she was
clumsy, didn't know what she was doing and I lost my erection and she
quit. Then I fucked her roommate, and it was OK, but not great. I mean,
it was novel, and my first time, but it isn't anything I really crave."
 
    Jon said, "I know a nice spot to get away from the crowd, so let me
jack you and we'll see if you like it." Frank stretched out and Jon laid
down beside him in the 69 position. He began by softly stroking Frank's
stomach and inner thighs, ocasionally brushing  his penis which rapidly
became hard. Pointing about 45 degrees above the horzontal, it was a
beautiful thing: about 8 inches long, thick, and with a flaring helmet
extending well outside his cockshaft. Jon was thinking, 'sheesh, I don't
want that thing up my ass!'. He moved his hand to begin gently fondling
Frank's nuts. God, they were big! Then, with a feathery touch he stroked
the lovely cock before him. Precum appeared and Jon flicked off a drop
and tasted it. Nice. Whoa! He felt Franks hand on his rockhard organ
stroking him. Jon just couldn't help himself; his head moved forward as
though being pushed by a massive force and he took that big glans in  his
mouth. He couldn't get Fran's whole cock in, it was too big, but he could
suck that gorgeous cockhead. He began to tug Frank's ballsac down while
he sucked and then he felt a whole new sensation: Frank was sucking his
dick and doing a damn good job at it! Jon began to stroke Frank's stony
shaft, still tongue washing his glans, but that didn't last long until
Frank's head came off  his cock and he announced he was getting close...
Jon kept stroking but leaned back to watch  Frank cum, and did he cum!
Those big balls sent gush after gush of semen to roll down his cock and
coat Jon's hand. Jon looked up and Frank's head was rolled back, his eyes
clenched shut and and with a grimace like he was in pain. Finally the
torrent ceased and Jon licked Frank's  piss slit until the cum finally
stopped oozing.
 
    Frank: "Wow, I've wondered how that would feel, but I never dreamed
it could be that good. How can I repay you?"
 
    "Apparently you can't hear that little voice in my penis crying 'suck
me! suck me! don't leave me leaking like this!', said Jon. And Frank took
Jon's cock back in his mouth and began to suck. This time, not distracted
by his own sensations, he used his tongue as well as his lips and
thoroughly enjoyed Jon's dick. Jon had been pretty close before Frank
shot off and quickly he warned Frank that he was about  to cum. But Frank
continued his ministrations as though he hadn't heard and Jon felt the
building pressure like a balloon being blown up beyond it's capacity
until POW! The first wad of hot cum sped down his urethra like a hot
peanut with a sensation when it zipped through his glans too exquisite to
describe. Jon wailed as spurt after spurt raced down his cock while Frank
swallowed until he overflowed and the jizz ran down his chin.
   
    Frank wiped Jon's semen off his face, smiled and said: "Well, you
answered my question bigtime! I need to thank Jack for the good advice."

                                                                               
TO BE CONTINUED