Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2001 13:35:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff Spencer <ecolio157h700@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Beach, Part 2

This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are fictional
and are not based on any real persons, living or dead. It contains
descriptions of graphic sex between (among?) a man and teenage boys. If you
are offended by such descriptions, or it is illegal to view such
descriptions where you live, please leave NOW.

The characters in this story live in a world not cursed with STDs or
HIV/AIDS. Unfortunately that's not the case in real life, so PLEASE be
careful if you have sex with another person.

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Life seemed idyllic at Boyd's Summer Haven, or, as I came to know it, Boy
Beach. Chris, my 13-year old lover, settled down from his initial rush of
passion, in which he declared his love for me and expressed his desire to
be my 'girlfriend'. I was hopeful that I could get him to open up his
horizons to the full spectrum of love available to him, whether male or
female, or something in between. When I explained that a relationship at
this time between us, while gratifying for both of us, would result in my
likely firing, as I'm 24 years old, he said that he understood, but worried
that he'd never get to have sex with me again.

I told him not to worry, and to seal our understanding I invited him to
spend the night with me on 'Home Return" weekend. That weekend was an
opportunity for many of the boys to return home for a night or two, as
homesickness is a common problem at camp.  Dr. Boyd had come up with "Home
Return" weekend as his solution to this common problem, and it seemed to
work well. Instead of going home, Chris could stay with me instead. As the
water activities director at Boy Beach, I rated a private cabin, instead of
the 4-boy cabins the campers were assigned. I looked forward eagerly to
another chance to fuck and suck this beautiful young boy. His delightfully
tight ass hole and luscious young cock were constantly in my thoughts.

Chris knocked on the door of my cabin shortly after supper, and I quickly
let him in. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, and the door closed,
he wrapped his arms around me, and stepping up on his tiptoes, brought his
mouth to mine. I could feel his warm sweet breath panting against my
cheek. His lips brushed up against mine, and I could just feel the tip of
his tongue teasing me. I brought my tongue to his, and we stroked each
other there, while bringing our lips closer together. The state of his
excitement was obvious from his young erect cock tenting out his shorts,
and poking me in my upper thighs.

I slowly sucked in my breath, drawing it out of Chris's mouth and lungs,
something he found extremely erotic, though he didn't describe it that
way. "Wow, you were taking my breath away, that really felt HOT," was how
he described it to me the second time we fucked. When I did it again this
evening, Chris quickly turned the tables on me and began sucking away MY
breath. I figured that eventually he would think of this, and readily went
along with it, as a titillating addition to our oral lovemaking. We
breathed for each other in a sexy, hot rhythm while we kissed.

Our tongues became more frantic, and little moans were escaping from
Chris's mouth, and as we had been passionately kissing for a few minutes,
we were both breathing heavily through our noses, sort of snorting at
points. We broke our kiss briefly, to catch our breath, and quickly
rejoined our lips and tongues, swapping and tasting each other's saliva. I
dropped my hand down to Chris's shorts to feel the front, where his hard on
was poking through the fabric, to find something else in his underwear
besides his tight cock and balls.

His hand was jammed down inside his underpants, and he was already stroking
his cute 13-year old cock before I could get to it. I stroked him on the
outside of his shorts, but, since his cock was occupied, I brought both my
hands to the back of his shorts, which were pulled tight over his ass, with
his hand occupied inside the front. I rapidly stroked my finger tips, then
fingers, then palms all around his sweet, tight ass cheeks, marveling in
the heat coming off his boy butt.

I slipped my fingers in the bottom of his shorts, through the leg holes,
feeling the underside of the luscious round curve of his rear end, and
stroked the smooth, hairless flesh there. I scraped along the curved
surface with the tips of my fingernails, which brought a shudder to Chris's
young body, and caused him to wiggle that delicious young butt onto my
hands. Because of the angle, I couldn't get my hands any further up his
butt, so I took my hands out of the leg holes and quickly slipped them
inside the back of his shorts from the top.

It was an extremely tight fit, as the waistband of his shorts were being
stretched by his hand beyond the ability of the fabric to maintain itself,
so, once inside his underpants, my hands were pretty much trapped. I didn't
mind, as my hands were each cupping a 13-year old boy's smooth, hairless
ass cheek, and I couldn't think of a better place for them to be at the
time.

We continued kissing, and as I cupped and stroked Chris's ass, he wriggled
his crotch against me, and I could feel him stroking his cock faster and
faster. I brought the tip of my index finger to the tiny, hot rosebud
nestled in the valley between his ass cheeks, and began stroking the
wrinkled flesh there. As I stroked around and around his anal pucker, my
fingertip spiraled closer and closer and finally insinuated into the moist
opening there.

As I eased my finger into his hole, I felt him moan deeply into my mouth
and his hips began to jerk against me as he came in his shorts. I stroked
my finger, up to the first knuckle, in and out of his tight, moist ass hole
as he continued humping against me, until his movements slowed to a halt. I
slowly removed my finger from his hole and his underpants, we slowly drew
our mouths apart, and he pulled his hand out of the front of his shorts.

I brought my finger to my nose, to inhale the sweet smell of a boy's
ass. I've come to love that musky, spicy aroma, and Chris always smelled so
great. Chris brought his hand up to my face, much like a fine Castilian
noblewoman bringing her hand to a suitor's mouth, to be kissed. I could see
large gobs of Chris's come in the palm of his hand, so I took his hand in
mine to open the palm and bring it to my mouth.

I gently lapped his smooth skin, tasting the normal young boy's salty sweat
residue there, and then the creamy-textured semen he had deposited. The
slightly salty, slightly sweet taste of his come was a welcome dessert, and
I licked it up with gusto. I then kissed Chris again, briefly, but long
enough for him to taste his come in my mouth.

We stepped back from each other, and, smiling, began to undress each
other. With the impatience of youth, Chris soon had me completely nude, and
was busy stroking my hard cock, and caressing my balls while I had only
removed his shirt and had him kick off his sneakers. He kept his knee high
white socks, which all the boys were required to wear, on.

I then reached down under his legs, and picked him up, much like a groom
carrying his bride over the threshold, which, in this case was pretty much
what we were. I was a husband soon to fuck his sweet young bride, with my
bride being this delicious 13-year old boy. I carried him over to the bed,
and gently lay him down. I got on the bed next to him, and wiggled my way
down to his shorts.

I put my hands on the stretched out waistband, and slowly slipped his
shorts down his legs. When they got to his feet, he kicked them off and
they flew up and onto my back. He giggled as I reached back to remove them,
and Chris took the opportunity to spread his legs even further apart. As I
turned back to him, I could see the front of his underpants were very wet
from the part of his load of come that he hadn't caught in his hand. He was
a highly erotic vision in white underpants and socks, and made my mouth
water even more.

I brought my mouth to his crotch, and started licking the wet spots on his
white underpants, sucking out as much of the heady taste of boy come as I
could. I then brought my fingers to the waistband of those virginal looking
white cotton underpants, and slowly slipped them off his hips. Chris lifted
up his ass to make it easier to slip them off, and as his dick was flaccid
from having just come, they slipped off easily. I pulled them to his knees
and Chris brought his knees up to his chest to take them off himself. He
slipped the underpants off, threw them on the floor, and then, keeping his
legs bent, spread his legs and cupped his hands on his ass to spread his
cheeks, opening up his anus, exposing the very pink, almost red, flesh
inside. It looked moist and delicious.

I stroked my hands over Chris's smooth young skin, hairless from his rosy
red butt cheeks, down each leg to the tops of his socks, marveling in the
textures and the warmth of his boy body. "Please fuck me tonight," Chris
whispered, looking up at me with a look of love. I looked down at this lust
filled teenager, begging to be fucked, completely nude except for those
white athletic socks, and felt a rush of desire to make our evening
together complete.

I whispered back, "This is your night, baby," and rolled him over onto his
stomach. This exposed his deeply pink butt cheeks and inflamed me even
further. I brought my hands to his ass cheeks to gently separate them, and
quickly brought my mouth to his ruby red anal pucker. I stabbed out at the
puckered skin and the slight opening with my tongue, licking up the residue
of his day, which had left a fine film there and an aroma which engorged my
cock.

I spent probably a good 15 minutes licking all around and in his ass,
savoring the delicious taste of this boy's fine butt. Occasionally my
finger would invade his ass to help loosen him up, and he'd wiggle his butt
sexily when I did that.

I spit several gobs of saliva into his butt hole to provide as much
lubricant as possible, and spread the saliva round and into his hole with
my finger. I then got up between his spread legs, and eased myself down on
top of him, with the head of my cock lodged into his ass furrow. I reached
down with my hand and directed the head of my cock into his tight hole,
slowly easing just the purple mushroom shaped head of my circumcised dick
into his tight ass hole.

I began easing my dick slowly in, looking for any signs that I might be
causing Chris pain or discomfort, but, instead, Chris pushed his tight ass
upwards to further impale himself on my rod. We quickly set up a rhythm of
fucking that brought the head of my penis just inside his anal ring, back
to fully impaling his ass, with my pubic hair rubbing against his smooth
butt cheeks. Faster and faster we humped, fucking hard and harder. "That's
it, fuck my hole, Jeff," Chris groaned.

"Please fuck me harder, harder," he said. "I want to feel you shoot your
hot come inside of me." With exhortations like this, I soon approached my
climax, and slamming my crotch against Chris's butt cheeks with particular
force, I shot my load as far up his tight boy rectum as I could. I soon
slumped against his warm body, and we brought our lips together in a tired,
but satisfied kiss.

We spent the night just like that, with the fatigue from our sexual play
drugging us, and I don't think either of us moved at all during the
night. When we awoke together I had a piss hard on nestled in his ass
pillows and my hand on his hard boy cock. We quickly dressed, as there
wasn't any time for more sex, and didn't want to possibly get caught in bed
together. Fortunately, it wasn't unusual for one or more boys to spend the
night in a counselor's cabin, so no suspicions would be raised by him
leaving my cabin in the morning.

We kissed a lingering kiss inside the door, and then I bid Chris farewell,
perhaps in more ways than one as it turned out. But that's another story.

It was just a few days later that I heard a commotion in the boathouse, and
went down to see what was going on. There was only a regular size door
opening into the boathouse from the land side, and I headed towards it. The
boathouse is very large, as there are quite a few canoes stored inside, as
well as boating equipment such as life vests, and a large open area inside
for setting up canoes and for making repairs.

When I got to the door, I tried the handle, but it seemed to be stuck, with
the knob turning, but the door not opening when I pulled. Finally, I gave a
mighty tug, and the door flew open. I went inside, but couldn't see much
until my eyes adjusted to the lack of light. When they finally did, I saw a
boy standing by the door who had apparently held the door closed. I also
saw about a dozen of the boys, most around 15 or 16, standing either nude
or with just swim trunks, shorts or underpants on, in a circle around one
of the younger boys.

"What's going on in here," I demanded. "What are you doing?"

One of the 16 year olds, Eric was his name, said, "We weren't doing
anything bad, Jeff. Harris here said that he was willing to go through our
initiation so that he could join our club."

"What kind of initiation is that, Eric?" I asked.

"Well, sir, he agreed to kiss each of us on our penises to join. We were
just starting when you came in." I walked over to the circle to see Harris
on his knees in the center of the ring, looking scared. Harris was a
10-year old, just old enough to even attend the camp.

I said, "Harris, go on out of here. You don't have to do that to be a
member of their club, I'll see that they let you join without it." Harris
seemed very relieved to hear this, and quickly scrambled toward the
door. Just as he reached it I said, "And don't tell anyone, okay? It's your
secret as a member of the club." He grinned, and nodded his assent.

I then turned to the dozen boys in various states of undress, some of them
still nude, and said. "What you boys were going to do wasn't right. Harris
is too young to know what he's getting into, and you all were forcing him
into oral sex against his will."

I continued, "Sex, in any form, is an explosive emotion. Difficult enough
for you all at your age, you could have badly scarred Harris by forcing him
to do something he didn't want to do. I'm very disappointed with you all."

One of the boys, Sasha, said, "We're sorry, Jeff. We were really horny and
we heard that blow jobs felt really good. At least that's what Mike, here,
said."

Mike looked sheepish, but before he could speak, I said, "Mike's right,
oral sex does feel good, but you've got to do it with someone who wants to
do it, and understands what they're getting into. Understand?"

Sasha then said, "But we'll never meet someone who'll do that! We'll never
get to feel what a blow job is like."

I made a decision that had been lingering in the back of my mind since I
saw the ring of cute boys, and said, "If someone does that for you, and you
promise not to tell anyone and to leave the younger boys alone, will that
take care of your problem?"

A dozen voices quickly agreed, and so I found myself taking Harris's
place. Far from being scared, I could feel my cock getting an immense
erection at the thought of having a dozen teenage boys' cocks in my
mouth. I took off my clothes and threw them on one of the canoes, leaving
only my socks on. I looked around at the ring of a dozen or so cute teenage
boys closing in on me. All the erect cocks pointing out at me, made me feel
like a pool of water being hunted by a gang of water dowsers, and I smiled
at the thought. I got down on my knees in the center of the ring of boys,
and gestured for the first boy to come over. He was already nude, and his
6" dick was leaping upwards with passion as he approached. I put my hands
on his butt cheeks and pulled him closer, swallowing his cock with my warm
and willing mouth. He had a bed of light brown pubic hair nestled above his
boy dick, and it tickled my nose as I went down on him.

I stroked up and down, bobbing my head up and down, until he shot his load
of teenage come into my mouth. I quickly summoned the next boy over and was
soon servicing him, too. I brought my hand to my swollen cock and began
jerking off, stroking my cock in time with my sucking of his cock. My other
hand I brought up to cup the boy's ass, and stroke near his ass hole. This
enabled me to control my sucking, and I thought that tickling the boys'
butt holes would make them shoot off sooner.

The next boy, Philip, was wearing a pair of shorts, and I reached up the
leg hole to look at his dick, which was only about 5" long, but thick and
uncircumcised. I stroked his fat little cock, but he was pretty ready to go
anyway. Then I pulled his shorts down over his hips just enough that his
cock was exposed, and enveloped his penis in my warm mouth. He shot a full
load in my mouth very quickly, and some was dribbling down my chin.

Sasha had a monster cock, 9' long, longer than mine, which I wasn't able to
get in my mouth very far, but I sucked it as best I could and deeply finger
fucked him to make up for not being able to deep throat him. After I
finished with him, he leaned down and whispered, "I liked your finger in my
ass more than being sucked. Can I see you later?" I smiled but didn't
answer, and stared at his very shapely ass as he walked off, swinging his
hips like a girl.

One boy had a very hot, sweaty crotch, apparently from having finished a
long run before this impromptu meeting. He had a strong young boy sweat
smell, not at all unpleasant, and I lingered over his 5" dick, pausing to
lick under and around his balls, too. It felt a little like a production
line, but sucking off 12 teenage boys is not an easy job and I wanted this
to be completed in a timely fashion. In addition, I relished the thought of
having my finger up a dozen different boys' rear ends while giving that
many boys a blow job.

Boy after boy, I observed the different varieties of cock that make up the
world, from fat to skinny, from as long as Sasha's 9" to one that was only
4" long when erect. Their balls, too, were very different, from those that
were nearly lemon size to much smaller, some hanging low, some held up
high. Some boys' pubic areas were completely hairless, some so hairy they
almost choked me.

Ass holes, too were different. Three or four boys had ass holes that were
surprisingly wide open under my finger and seemed to suck it in. Others
were very tight, but usually unclenched quickly to allow at least a minor
finger fucking. Asses were different through the twelve, with some having
flat butts, others with nicely rounded cheeks that I would love to have
fucked. Perhaps I would have that chance later!

Finally, though, I had collected the sperm from these twelve different boys
in my mouth and in my stomach, and finished stroking my swollen cock just
as the last boy shot his load in my tired mouth. I looked around at these
dozen beautiful boy cocks, all now exposed to my lust-filled gaze, knowing
that I had serviced them all, and that I might again in the future. As they
filled my view, I shot my load of come onto the floor of the boathouse, the
only semen that was wasted that day.

All the boys had stayed in the boathouse during this performance, and each
of them approached me, shyly kissing me on the mouth, before thanking me
and leaving. I reflected on my day, and on the many boys I had interacted
with, wondering how many of them I would experience again, and in what
ways.

If you're enjoying Boy Beach, or not, drop me a line at
ecolio157h700@yahoo.com to tell me so. I think authors on Nifty appreciate
hearing how readers feel about their work, and I view your comments as fair
pay for my efforts. If you liked this story, and want to read more that
I've written, try "Blue Eyed Accident" and "You and I at the arcade", both
posted on nifty.org.

Jeff