Date: Sun, 02 May 2021 16:46:01 +0000 From: butters2020 Subject: Fairy Moans, gay, adult youth (or maybe camping) This story is 100% made up. If you enjoy the stories on this site, consider donating to keep it up and running. If you liked this story in particular, or any of my other stories, I enjoy getting feedback. Feel free to get in touch with me at butters2020@protonmail.com Fairy Moans By Butters2020@protonmail.com It was too bad I couldn't tell Dr. Badia about this. Last month in class he told us that nothing triggers memories as strongly as smells. He's one of my favorite professors. He'd passed around different vials and we uncorked them and took a whiff and had to write down what they reminded us of. I was expecting perfume or cinnamon or something, but nope. Each of the glass vials contained clear liquid. The first one smelled like concentrated hot tar. I took a whiff, and it was like I was no longer nineteen-year-old Garret Odom sitting in a classroom at Wyatt College. I was eight-year-old Garret helping my dad fix our roof in Greensboro, NC I hadn't thought about that in years. The next vial smelled of sea air. I wondered what it did for the people in class who'd never been to the ocean. Me, it whisked me back to summers at spent at Myrtle Beach. Other vials smelled of new books, fresh cut grass, baking bread, dog shit (no lie) sweaty locker rooms, and so on. I have no idea what company Dr. Badia ordered them from. That was last month. Now the term is over and I'm working a summer job as a counselor at the world's shittiest camp. I thought the summer would be spent swimming, hanging out with other counselors, getting laid, and maybe supervising a cabin of three or four kids for a few hours a day. The job sucks. First, it's not three or four kids. It's thirty kids. Half of them have never been away from home before. The first two nights they cried in their bunks cuz they were homesick. I had to hold the babies' hands till they finally cried themselves to sleeps. What the hell, didn't they ever go on sleepover's at their friends' houses before? Another handful cried cuz they had the shits from the horrible camp food. I coulnd't get mad at them, cuz the same thing happeend to me. Obviously the owner was saving money by buying surplus food from Bangladesh prisons or something. It's hotter than hell's dishwater and the cabin has no a/c. No screens on the windows so the fucking mosquitos eat us alive. The first night a damn possum came in one of the windows which terrorized half the kids. I mean Jesus, this is the 12 to 13-year-old cabin. These kids shouldn't freak out over a possum. A skunk, maybe but a possum? I'd have been better off doing Door Dash. I had my own private room at the end of the cabin. And a fan. All it did was blow around hot air, so it wasn't much help, but my window had a screen at least. But back to Dr Badia being right. I woke up one night during the second week. The homesick kids had finally settled down and no longer cried at lights out. Everyone's stomach had adjusted to whatever the hell they put in the chicken finger dipping sauce. It was still hotter than balls which is what woke me up. The bathroom/showers connected my room to the rest of the cabin. I went to take a leak splash some cold water on my face. As soon as I walked into the bathroom, I smelled it. Cum. Not just cum, but boy cum. That bleachy, immature, watery cum that a boy first starts to squirt out when he discovers jacking off but his balls aren't able to produce the real deal. And just like in Dr. Badia's class wiht the vials, I was no longer nineteen-year-old Garret Odom, Camp Counselor, I was eleven- or twelve-year-old Garret, holding his three-inch boner, staring in awe at the semi clear jizz covering his fingers and the head of his dick. The pungent smell overwhelming. I'd put my fingers up to my nose and inhaled. I even put a tiny bit on my tongue. I'd been diddling my dick for a few months but so far, the orgasms had been dry. The smell in the camp bathroom was identical to the smell in my memory. I wondered if it was the first jizz of whoever had produced it. For some reason my dick was getting hard. I'd never in my life been sexually attracted to men, let alone boys. I told myself I wasn't aroused at the thought of the mystery boy wanking in the bathroom, but at the memory of my own first ejaculate. Whoever did it, he didn't clean up after himself or I wouldn't be smelling it so strongly. I must have just missed him. I wondered which boy had just been in here pounding his little meat. I pictured each boy in the cabin jerking off, from puny little Nicky, every bully's favorite target, to fat Enrique. That lard-ass would need a map and a forklift to even find his dick. Most of the boys, when I pictured them, my dick got even harder. I blamed it on the smell of the fresh jizz. I took a deep breath, sucking in the intoxicating smell. I remembered how mine tasted when I put a drop on my tongue seven years ago. Would the mystery boy's taste the same? I decided to find out. I'm no bloodhound, but I followed my nose. I checked the stalls, hoping not to find what I was looking for--if there was a puddle of boycum on the toilet seat it could damn well stay there. Nothing there but crude drawings on the walls. Beyond the stalls were the showers. I went there. Camp Sux-a-lot didn't have a big communal shower, but a row of four individual shower stalls with cheap, white shower curtains that almost covered the stalls. Three of them were empty, the curtains shoved to the side. The curtain was drawn on the last stall. Like I said, none of the curtains closed completely. They all left a gap. It didn't take any great detective skills to see the boy trying to hide inside the shower. Shit. I wasn't expecting to find the culprit, just his spooge. I took another deep breath. No doubt about it. This is where the smell was coming from. Damn, why was my dick so hard? I slept in boxers and there was no hiding my hardon. If I weren't careful, it would poke out of the fly. The really strange thing is, I didn't care. I almost hoped it would. Part of me wanted the scared kid hiding in the shower to see it. I grabbed the shower curtain and yanked it open. Holy fuck there wasn't one boy in there, there were two! It never occurred to me that more than one boy might have been jerking off. I've heard of circle jerks but I never did anything like that when I was a kid. It would have been too gay. But these days it seems every other ten-year-old is coming out as gay or trans or quadrisexual or god knows what else. The two boys in front of me were scared shitless. More importantly, they were buck ass naked. One had shaggy black hair, freckles, and if a 13-year-old could have a heart attack, he was definitely having one. The other one looked younger, one of the 12-year-olds. I think his name was Benji, but I wasn't sure. His hair was died blue, because of course it was. He had the hint of a sunburn that ended where his bathing suit would have been if he were wearing one. Both of them had their hands over their junk. "Please don't kill me," Maybe-Benji said. "It smells like cum in here," I said, trying to sound stern. The black-haired boy took one hand away from his dick to point it at his buddy. "It was him! He cummed!" No good rat. Like he wasn't going to bust a nut himself if I hadn't come in. "Yeah? While you just watched? Or were you giving him a hand? Or maybe a mouth?" "No!" he said. "We weren't doing each other! That's gay! We just did ourselves. Taking turns." Taking turns? What kind of circle jerk was this? I thought the whole point was to have a race or something. "Is that right?" I asked Maybe-Benji. He shrugged. I put on my stern voice again "Is that right Benji?" He wasn't able to look me in the eye, choosing to look down, which meant he looked me in the hardon instead. He said, "Yes. Clark wanted me to go first." "Why?" "Shut up, Benji," the black-haired boy, who now had a name, said. I grabbed Clark's arm, pulling his hand away from his crotch exposing his dick. I'm sure it had been hard a couple of minutes ago. He still had a semi with a bullet shaped head and a nice little boy-bush. "Maybe you should shut up, Clark," I said. I turned back to the blue haired boy. "Why did he want you go first?" He still didn't look me in the eye. "He wanted to sniff my sperms." I looked at Clark who was blushing. Part of me thought he was a little perv but shit what did that make me? It was Benji's jizz that had given me my blue vein throbber. Benji went on, "He said sniffing sperms gives him super boners." "Pheromones," I said. They both finally looked me in the eye. "Huh?" "Pheromones. Smells that turn you on. Make you horny." For the first time I noticed the thin white fluid on Benji's hand. I took his wrist and pulled it away from his crotch. He had fewer pubes than Clark. The head of his dick was mushroom shaped, rather than bullet shaped, like his friend's. I could see a trace of the boy jizz still on it. Maybe it was my imagination but now that his boycock was exposed I swear the scent of his jizz was even stronger. I know my cock throbbed more. It finally pushed out of the fly of my boxers. I didn't care. I wanted the boys to see it. I took Benji's hand and held it up to Clark's face, right under his nose. I could see him trying to pretend he didn't care but he was as helpless to resist the intoxicating aroma as I was. He moaned quietly as his dick came to life, trasnforming instantly into a hard little nail, sticking out from his groin. his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply and moaned again. "You're right!" Benji said. "He's doing Fairy Moans! He's queer for my sperms!" Like I said, I've never had a gay thought in my life. The only thing I've ever got off on was pussy. But between the smell of Benji's cum and the sight of Clark's twitching boner, I was about to let loose a couple of fairy moans of my own. I managed to avoid grabbing my cock, but I couldn't help reaching out and running my finger along Clark's. It reminded me why they're called "boners" Jesus this kid was hard. Clark and I weren't the only ones. Benji's dick was hard again, too. I gave up on Clark's cock to scoop up the remaining jizz off Benji's mushroom shaped head. He looked down to see who was playing with his dick and noticed my seven incher for the first time. "Holy fuck!" he said. "You got fairy moans too?" "Not yet, kid. We're taking turns, remember?" I took Benji's bleachy cum and smeared it over Clark's upper lip. "Oh!" he groaned, and I tweaked his little nips, something my last girlfriend used to do to me, and he groaned louder. "If you want more, you gotta earn it, fairy," I said and wiped the jizz off his upper lip. I hesitated and licked it off my finger. It was like nectar. Tasted just like mine did when I was their age. My cock throbbed and a string of precum oozed out of the head. Clark looked at me helplessly. I'd taken his prize away. "Work for it," I said. His four-inch boner mirrored his heartbeat. "How?" he begged. "How do you think, Fairy? You want more of Benji's sperm? Suck it out of his cock." He took three steps back until the wall of the shower stall stopped him. "Fuck you. I told you I ain't no fag." I snagged the string of precum hanging off of my dick and showed it to him. It wasn't as pungent as Benji's boycum, since it was only pre, but Clark stared at it, hypnotized. "That isn't what your Fairy Moans say," I told him. "That isn't what your hard cock says. You want his cum. You want to rub it all over your hard boy dick while you jack it. You could cum without it. But you know it wouldn't be as good. You know how hard you'll shoot if you can rub Benji's sperms all over your dick when you jerk off. You want to sniff his jizz and then rub it all over your balls, don't you, Clark?" He whimpered. I smeared my precum over his boy tits, rubbing them gently. "DON" T YOU!" He nodded his head. "Then get on your knees and suck his cock. Get his cum." Benji had been staring at both of us in silence. He hesitated, then grabbed his dick and aimed it at Clark. "Do it. I won't tell." The thirteen-year-old stared at his friend's hardon as if he were hypnotized. Then he sank to his knees and grabbed the hard little cock between his fingers. He leaned over and sniffed it, moaning. "What a fairy," Benji sneered. "You're letting another boy suck your cock. What does that make you?" I asked him. That wiped the cocky attitude off his face, but not the attitude off his cock. Clark took another whiff of the immature musk coming off Benji's crotch then gave it a tentative lick. "Ohmygod" Benji said. "Oh Jesus, Clark do that again." But Clark wasn't done inhaling Benji's boy funk. He buried his nose in Benji's balls and breathed deep, then hungrily lapped at the boy's taint. "Unnnh!" Benji reached out involuntarily, grabbing my arm to steady himself. Hearing his own 'fairy moans' made my cock spit out more precum. I couldn't help it and had to give it a couple of strokes. I forced myself to stop, knowing it wouldn't take much to bust a nut and I wasn't ready to cum just yet. I wasn't sure how, but these boys were going to help me get off. Clark was still lapping Benji's balls and perineum. As much as Benji had wanted a blowjob before, this new feeling proved too much, and he was jacking off while Clark tongued his nuts. I would have never passed up a blowjob just to diddle myself, but I've never had anyone tongue my sack and taint as enthusiastically as Clark was going to town on Benji's. I bet it wouldn't take much to get him to rim the boy. I was about to suggest that very thing when Benji grunted and said, "Right there! Don't stop!" He started a weird, rapid one two three pause, one two three pause, rhythm of flogging his dick while Clark munched on his scrotum. "Oh shit, Clark, I'm having another runaway!" A milky squirt of boy jizz shot out of his dick, filling the shower stall with that wonderful smell. Clark and I both moaned. I don't know what came over me. Up until now none of these kids had had his dick properly sucked. I was going to change that. Clark was still on his knees. I waited until Benji jerked out the last of his cum and then I got on the floor of the shower stall next to Clark and gently pushed him onto his back. "What are you doing?" he shouted. "Shut up," I said. For the first time in my life, I took a dick into my mouth. It was no longer than my middle finger, so I had no problem taking it down to the root. His tiny amount of pubic hairs tickled my nose. I was afraid it would make me sneeze, but I fought the urge. I spit out his cock long enough to tell Benji, "Give him your jizz!" Benji was still coming down off his orgasm and I had to tell him again, but by the time he brought he slimy finger to his friend to sniff and lick I already had his cock back in my mouth. I couldn't have picked a better cock for my first one. The bullet shaped head of his dick was designed for sliding between my lips. He was too young to produce any precum, but his scent was intoxicating. I don't know how to describe it. Almost like yeast, but not quite. Almost like fresh bread but not quite. That's the problem, no matter what I compare it to, it's "not quite." Because nothing is quite like she smell of a young boy's cock. It's those pheromones. No wonder they make fairies moan. I ran my tongue over the head of Clark's dick. I don't know if that's what made him groan or if it was smelling Benji's boy jizz or if it was the combination of both of them, but whatever it was, the head of his dick swelled in my mouth. I sucked it and ran my tongue along the shaft, bathing his entire dick in my spit. Unlike Benji he didn't offer any commentary. He just whimpered and humped my face. I played with his nuts while I sucked him. Two little marbles in a smooth sack. What's come over me? And why was I wondering about the 28 other boys sleeping in the cabin on the other side of the bathroom? I mean, shit, they were all 12 and 13, too, right? All of them probably jacked off. It wouldn't take much to get some fairy moans out of each of them. But that could wait. I was focused on the perfect boy dick I had in my mouth right now. Benji was on the floor next to us, staring at me sucking his friend. He was still wiping goo from his cock and letting Clark sniff and lick it off his finger. With his other hand he softly stroked Clark's chest, fascinated by how the boy's nipples hardened when they were fondled. Once more I released the cock from my mouth. "Lick his tits," I told Benji. "Suck 'em." He followed instructions and Clark groaned louder. I took the hard boy cock back into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down on it. He spread his knees as if trying to give me more access to him. Suddenly his cock swelled even more, and he grabbed me head and pushed his hips up, driving his thirteen-year-old dick as far into my mouth as he could, and the first volley of his immature sperm shot onto my tongue. He actually screamed when he came, and I worried that he'd wake not just the other boys in the cabin but the whole damn camp. A second blast of cum shot from his cock, then a third, a fourth. He blasted five times before he ran out and pushed my head off his crotch and lay there panting. I stood and stepped out of my boxers. I reached for the liquid soap dispenser on the wall and pumped a squirt onto my hand. I placed a gob of it on my dick, careful not to rub it in, afraid I'd cum if I did--I was that close to shooting. Then I got back on the tiled floor next to Clark. His legs were no longer spread but I nudged them open. His cock was still hard and throbbing, but not nearly as hard and throbbing as my seven and half inches. Another string of precum dripped out of my cock and landed on his balls. Maybe it tickled him, or something, I don't know, but he opened his eyes to see what it was and when he saw me naked with my mushroom shaped cock head lowering toward his asshole his eyes widened in panic. He tried to skootch back on the tiled floor, but I grabbed his thighs and pulled him back toward me. "Not so fast, Clark. You thought you moaned like a fairy before? You're really gonna love this." "No way," he said. "I never put nothing that big in me before. You'll kill me." Benji said, "What do you mean 'that big before'? You've put stuff up your butt?" "Only a couple times. Just to see what it felt like." "Well, now you're going to see what my cock feels like." I rubbed the head of my dick over his rosebud, letting him get used to the idea. Then I eased it in, nice and slow, but never stopping, until I was fully inside. While it was going in, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his moans were different than the moans he made when he was sniffing his buddy's jizz. Goddam he was tight. I'd never thought about doing anything like this before but now I'd never think about anything else. Boypussy feels a thousand times better than any bitch I've ever fucked. Once I was in, I didn't dare move or it would all be over. We both just lay there catching out breath. I stroked his hair and said, "you okay, Clark?" His eyes were back to normal and he nodded his head and said just one word. "More." I started slowly. Little in and outs. He shut his eyes, and his grunts coincided with my thrusts. His own cock was once again throbbing but neither of us were touching it. "More," he said again, and I increased the pace, pulling out a little further with each thrust. Jesus his boycunt felt good. It wasn't long before I was fucking him properly, long deep thrusts. He opened his eyes and turned to Benji. The blue-haired boy was staring slack jawed at us. Clark said, "Gimme your sperms. Lemme suck more sperms from you." Benji looked confused. "Lemme suck your dick again!" The easiest thing would have been for Benji to straddle Clark's chest and fuck his face, but I wanted to watch Clark's eyes while I fucked him. It was a little awkward, but I had Benji lie down next to Clark who turned his head and suckled his friend that way. Benji complained that his dick was too sensitive after cumming twice already, but his protests were ignored. Even with his friend's cock in his mouth I was able to understand Clark's demands for "MORE!" and I obliged, fucking him harder and faster until his cock twitched and climaxed spontaneously without being touched, shooting a weak stream of that wonderful jizz onto his belly. That was enough to set me off and I exploded inside his ass, dumping spurt after spurt of thick cum inside him. I pulled out to shoot the last of it onto his chest so he could see what real cum looked and smelled like, giving him seomthing to compare to his bleachy boy cum, which until now was the only cum he'd seen. I wasn't surprised when he scooped it up and held it under his nose inhaled it like it was poppers and filled the room with his fairy moans.