Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2010 16:37:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Doug Allen Subject: Naughty Dirty Tommy Hey Guys, Thanks for reading and love to hear your comments! - Doug I was working at a summer camp for boys in Maine when this happened. It was a typical camp - there was a nice pond and a little waterfall close by, and there were lots of activities every day - sports, mountain bike riding, a bunch of cool stuff. The age of the campers was 10-14. It was a good way for me to get in shape and I had nothing else going on that August. I'm 32 now; this was two years ago. I was told a day after I arrived that Tommy, a 13 year old camper there, was a special case and that I had to keep an eye on him. But I had already discovered that. There was a bus in Boston that had scooped up all the kids in the greater Boston area - about 12 of them - and some of us counselors as well, and that's where I had my first encounter with Tommy. About an hour into the ride, most of the campers were sleeping, and a boy about 12 years old came up to the seat second from the front where I was sitting. "Mr..." he asked. He looked nervous. "Call me Bill," I said. "What's your name?" "Ryan." I shook his hand. "What's up, Ryan?" "Bill...Can you...It's just that - that guy sitting next to me is really weird." His voice was shaking. What was going on? "What's the matter with him?" "He's...he's doing stuff in the seat." "What kind of stuff?" "He's..." he looked down. "What's he doing? Hey - you can tell me. Nobody'll hear you here." "Well..." he paused and then swallowed. Then: "He's playing with his penis, like under his shorts." Whoa. I wasn't expecting that. "Hmmm." "And he's...He's like, pressing his leg against me." "Where are you guys?" "In the back seat on the right." "Okay," I said. I walked back slowly to the back seat of the bus. There was Tommy. "Hi there," I said neutrally." He just scowled and looked away. "What's your name?" "Tommy," he said, looking at me. It was a look I had never seen from a boy his age - like he was sizing me up. I was thrown off for a moment. "Tommy, I'm Bill. Do me a favor and come up and sit with me in the front for a while." "Why?" "Because Ryan here doesn't feel comfortable," I said as quietly as possible. Most of the kids were sleeping and no one seemed to notice. Tommy just scowled and stood up. He looked at Ryan and smirked and Ryan looked down, blushing. Tommy came up to the front with me. We sat down. Tommy had brown curly hair, brown eyes, and was a regular height for his age. He was a good looking kid but there was something feral about him - he was giving off this smell of sweat and something else. He took the seat by the window and I sat next to him. When I looked down at his crotch, I was taken aback. The outline of his hard penis was clearly showing through the cotton fabric of his shorts, and what's more...there was a large spot of liquid staining through. The boy was in a state of sexual arousal, here in the bus, and it wasn't tempered at all by being reprimanded or coming here to sit with me. I couldn't believe it. I was almost too overwhelmed at first to become aroused myself. Then I did indeed become aroused, feeling the blood rush to my own groin, and then realized that I couldn't act on that arousal and had to stay cool. "Tommy," I said under my breath, looking at his crotch. I looked around. No one was looking. In the back of the bus, not even Ryan was looking at us - he was staring out the window at the road. "I can't help it," he muttered. "I just get so horny." He snickered. Then he spread his legs a little, as if to show me, and his leg pressed against mine. Short of moving off the seat, there was nothing I could do but to meet his pressure with my own leg, because there was not that much room. I felt the heat from his leg. "Tommy...are you wearing underwear?" "Sure." I said nothing. He knew what I meant, and replied, "But I took my dick out - that's why it's leaking through." "Isn't there anything you can do to control that?" I said, and was about to suggest that he put it back in his underwear, when he pulled down the elastic front of his shorts and exposed his penis. "Tommy!" I whispered sharply. He just looked up at me and snickered. I couldn't help staring at his penis. It was probably about 5 inches, pretty thick and uncut. The head was purple, completely engorged in the blood that sat there pulsing. Even from my sitting position, I could smell his penis - it was definitely not clean. There was a piss and semen smell, and another smell, a musky smell. He had some hair down there, but it was short, and there was not much of it. His balls I could not see. His penis was pulsing and leaking clear liquid and I couldn't believe it. "Put that back!" I whispered, futilely. He changed his tone, and asked, begging: "Can't I just finish jerking? Otherwise it will never go away!" "But Tommy...That's not appropriate!" My penis was on the way to being fully hard and was sitting uncomfortably, stuck pointing down. Then I made a big mistake - or not, depending on how you look at it. I raised myself off the seat and quickly adjusted my penis so it was free. That was all Tommy needed to see. He snickered and said, "You're hard," almost too loudly. "Shh!" I said, and before I could compose myself or think of a way out of the situation, he reached down, still with his shorts down and his dick pulsing, and grabbed my dick through my khaki shorts and squeezed it. "Told you so!" "Stop that, Tommy!" I whispered, sounding like an idiot. "You let me jack my dick or I'll tell them when we get to camp that you made me sit next to you and you were hard!" "Be quiet!" He really was talking too loud. I kept on looking at the bus driver to see if he was looking at us in his rear view mirror, but he wasn't. Tommy reached down and pawed again at my dick with his hand and I retreated and pushed back, yet I stayed in the seat, not standing up. I was completely under the boy's control, completely scared yet utterly spellbind by his beauty, his dirtiness, his hard purple penis, and his smell. I couldn't get up. I felt butterflies in my stomach, like I hadn't felt since I was a kid. Tommy pulled on my cock through my shorts and whispered, "Feels like you've got a fat dick - a big man dick. I wanna see it." "No, Tommy, please - that's not right. I could really get in trouble as well, and it wouldn't be good for you. Please." Something changed in his face and he heard what I meant. He softened, saying, "All right. But let me jerk, real quick." I said nothing. My heart was racing. He smiled and grabbed his cock. He pulled on it slowly and then let it slap against his pelvis, looking at me, smiling. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered. I said nothing, transfixed. Then, he reached over with his other hand and took my hand in his. I pulled away but he grabbed it and held it tight. "Just wanna hold your hand," he said, in a sad tone, and I felt guilt for a moment but knew that he was manipulating me. He held my hand and played with his cock slowly. His hand was warm and sweat and felt good in mine. The juice was seeping out of the slit on his cock head and he collected it and used it to lubricated himself more. He knew exactly what he was doing. Then, very slowly, he began to pull my hand towards his cock. I would pull away, and then he would wait a moment, and then pull again, bringing my hand towards his cock. I had never been controlled by anyone like this, let alone a boy. I felt like I was in a trance, like he had hypnotized me. Maybe he had. Finally, I couldn't resist anymore, and let him guide my hand to his cock and rest it there. His cock was burning hot and slimy and felt so good in my hand. I brought my hand around it and started to jerk him slowly and he moaned softly. He took away his hand from mine and spread his legs even more, almost falling off the bench and pushing against me. I jerked him steadily, using his pre-cum as lube, and marveled at the hot temperature of his cock. Sudddenly his body tensed up and he raised his ass off the bench and held it there. I kept on jerking at the same tempo and saw his penis grow thicker somehow, contracting and freezing. Then it was spasming and shooting creamy liquid in big gobs. Tommy's cum was thick and there was quite a lot of it. It went on the front of his shirt, it went on my hand, and some of it went onto his pelvis and onto the bus seat. It was everywhere. I smelled the chlorine smell of his semen and was filled with lust for him. He kept his legs spread and smiled. Then, without any fanfare, he globbed it up with his index finger and stuck it in his mouth, sucking. "Tommy!" He said nothing, just looked at me, and continued to eat his seed, sucking on his finger lewdly. "What are you gonna do with my cum on you hand there?" he asked. I said nothing. "Drink it," he said, ordering me. "Now, Tommy, come on." "Drink it - I won't tell. Then we'll be closer." I didn't know what he meant by that really, but everything he said surprised me. He took my hand and pushed it towards my mouth. I resisted; again, we played that game. Then he won again, pushing my hand up to my face and my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked around between my thumb and index finger, tasting his cum. I was burning - I was blushing like a kid; I couldn't believe it. His cum was salty and had a strong, good taste, like protein. "Mmmm...that's cool," he said. Then he took my hand away and brought it towards his mouth, sucking. The feeling was incredible. I let it last for just a moment and then pulled my hand away. "Tommy, that's enough! Pull up your pants now." He scowled and began to pull up his pants around his half hard penis. I turned around and sure enough, Ryan was awake in the back, looking at us with wide eyes, his mouth open. Had he seen Tommy take my hand and put it in his mouth? What had he seen?