Date: Wed, 24 Jun 2020 22:55:48 +0000 From: Strange writer Subject: Pinehurst Middle School 4 Hi all, this is my requisite apology for taking so long to submit this part. Hopefully this is worth the wait. I changed things up a little, and this chapter is told more from the point of view of the boy. Please let me know what you think of that choice (If you don't like it, you'll be pleased to know that I've returned to the man being our eyes in the next chapter) If you have anything to say about that choice, or anything else for that matter, please drop me a line at strangestorywriter@protonmail.com. I love to get feedback, so let me know what you think of this story, or chat about the weather, I'm good either way, just reach out. If you like this story, please check out my others: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/surprise-at-the-pool/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/shelter-in-place/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boys-in-the-alley Disclaimer: This story involves sex between adults and children. Everything that follows is completely made up by me and is 100% fiction. All characters are figments of my imagination, they are not based on real people. Real children do not act this way. If you are not allowed to read this type of story in any way, or are unable to separate fact from fiction, please stop reading. If you enjoy the Nifty archive as much as I do, please consider donating to keep it alive and thriving at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Best- Strange Writer Pinehurst Middle School 5 PJ Olson spent the next week filled with new emotions. After being thoroughly fucked by the middle school basketball coach, he felt a little dirty, but as his mind wouldn't release the image of the man above him as he felt the impossible stretching of his boyhole, the taste of the man's cock, and the sight of the white cum as it was expelled in the bathroom after the act, he decided that he liked being a little dirty. As soon as Coach Thomas left last Friday night, PJ had run back to his room and video called his friend Alex to kiss and tell. Alex was amazed at everything that PJ had been able to do, success that PJ attributed to Alex's instruction. He even presented his post-coitus butthole to the camera, which Alex deemed to be, "In pretty good shape, considering." The experience had been an awakening for the fifth grader, who now stared at the crotches of men he passed, teachers, coaches, his guitar teacher, wondering what their penises looked like. He even "accidentally" walked in on his dad getting out of the shower and was treated to a nice glance at his long hanging shaft, generating a small rise in PJ's shorts. At a sleepover Saturday night with Alex, when one of them didn't have a mouth full of preteen cock, they discussed next weekend's campout. "Some of it's really organized and some of it is a free-for-all," Alex told him, "but they put a lot of work into planning. Mr Anderson is a head scout, so he helps Coach with all of the pairings. There are some rituals, a little scout stuff, but then lots of sex stuff. Like they have everyone drop their pants after we eat dinner, and they line us all up to give us enemas." "Also," he continued, "you'll be assigned to a man who has a list of tasks to work on with you." "Like scouting tasks?" Alex laughed, "Fuck no, sex tasks! Like, Coach didn't cum in your mouth, right?" PJ shook his head, "So the man you're assigned will probably have a task to teach you how to swallow cum. Stuff like that. That's what I meant about the planning. They pick the type of man that you may need to experience, or who specializes in the task that you need help with." Each answer brought 100 questions, "So do the boys sleep in the same tent?" "No, the first night everyone stays with their assigned man. The next night you'll have a new man, and another man and boy will join you," Alex informed him, "that second night, everybody does what they feel like, which usually means both men fuck both boys if they're able." PJ was counting, that was three men, at least, that assumed that they were going to fuck him this weekend. "I kinda thought that I'd be with Coach," PJ admitted with concern in his voice. "Coach will have his own boys this weekend," Alex told him, "but remember, a lot of us are considered `together' like Mr Anderson and me, but we never spend the night together on campouts. Those are for having new partners and learning new things." He could tell that PJ was apprehensive, "Nobody who goes to this will hurt you," he said to try to ease any worry, "Coach Thomas was probably the toughest guy that you'll ever be paired with!" "I just really liked him, it felt special," PJ said. "It's not like it's the last time that you'll be together, you just have to be ok with sharing or it doesn't work," Alex concluded. The description of camp was enough to set PJ's imagination on fire for the whole week. Who would he be paired with? Was it someone he knew? And who were all of the chaperones? If there's one man per kid, that's a lot of men. It was so many that PJ's dad was surprised that they wouldn't be camping together, but also saw it as an opportunity to get him out of the house for a couple of days. Since the leaders were such respected coaches in town, it never crossed his mind to question the arrangement. The boys were told to bring their sleeping bag and bedroll, but the scouts would provide tents. They were also given a packing list which mostly specified scout uniforms, right down to the appropriate underwear (fruit of the loom white briefs) which necessitated a drive to the store to find such an old fashioned item. The Olsons chalked it up to Coach's an extension of his eccentric gym class requirements. Couldn't argue with success. They were also told to wear scout shorts one size too small, saying that it kept them from catching on trees, the real reason was obviously to show off tight boy asses to the assembled pedophiles. The last instruction was the most unusual, each boy was to have an enema right before they left on the trip. The excuse was that they wanted to minimize the use of natures bathroom, and to alleviate some stomach cramps. The real reason; have the boys squeaky clean for easier anal sex that night. They were taking a bus to the campground, and PJ was excited when they pulled up and it was a real motor coach, not a school bus. He was amazed at the number of men and boys milling around, and at the number that he recognized. There was the man from the drugstore, his old neighbor, Principal Carson, even a policeman! PJ thought that he must not be in on the whole thing, maybe just here to give the bus an escort out of town. In addition to the men, he recognized a lot of the boys from last year in elementary school. His friend Alex was there talking to his "man friend" Mr Anderson. He was surprised to see Connor Murray there, looking a little lost. PJ started to get nervous, one of these men was going to take him to his tent tonight, and all of these boys knew why he was here. All week he had been looking forward to this and now, for the first time he was a little doubtful. "I said grab your stuff out of the back, space-case," he heard his dad say to him from the driver's seat. He broke out of his daydream and decided; all of these boys were fine and everyone knew why they were here, he should be fine too. So he hopped out of the car and his dad helped him get his stuff to the bus. While his dad talked to the chaperones, PJ walked over to where Connor stood alone. They exchanged greetings then Connor said, "Have you done this before?" "No, it's my first time, you?" "Me too, I'm really nervous," the sixth grader replied. PJ asked him, "Have you ever done, um, things before? I mean with a man?" "Uh, huh, with Principal Carson," Connor answered, "how about you." "Yeah, with Coach Thomas last weekend," PJ answered without shame, "did you do everything?" he asked. "No, I just gave him a blowjob and swallowed his cum," Connor answered. "You swallowed it?!" PJ whispered, "What was it like?" "Um, it was a lot, and it's thick and kind of slimy, and the taste is, um, I can't even describe the taste, it's not like anything else," he explained. "So did you hate it?" Connor turned bright red, and admitted, "I kinda liked it, like a lot! And I want to do more, but I'm scared," he added, "What did you do?" PJ looked at him, "Well I didn't swallow his cum, but I think that we did everything else," he answered to the best of his knowledge. "Did you do it, like, in the butt?" Connor asked in amazement as PJ nodded, "What was it like?" PJ thought for a second, then said, "It hurts, like a lot, but it's only for a little while, and if he stopped, I could get used to it before he started. By the end I loved it!" he said, then leaned in close and whispered again, "I can't stop thinking about his cock." Connor smiled and nodded, "Me too!" he said excitedly. Just then Mr. Olson came up to them, "Ok, well, guess that I'm not needed anymore, they have so many volunteers that each boy has their own chaperone," he said with surprise in his voice, "I don't know how they get so many people to serve, it's great." The boys tried not to react, since they knew exactly how they recruited the chaperones, "But you'll be in particularly safe hands, PJ, because Coach told me that Officer Stevens is assigned as your chaperone." PJ couldn't hide his shock as his jaw dropped and he quickly looked over at the policeman that he'd seen before. Had he been a little older he would have realized that this explained how these events were able to go on, but as an 11 year-old, all that he could think of was that this handsome young officer was going to be his lover tonight. As he was looking, Officer Stevens looked right at him and smiled warmly, giving a small wave. Surprisingly Mr Olson returned the wave, "Seems like a nice guy," he stated, "be sure that you do what he says, he's got a gun!" he joked. PJ almost had a heart attack with how much his dad was basically saying, "Here's my boy, fuck him silly." They said their goodbyes and Mr Olson drove off. After he was out of sight, Officer Stevens walked over. "Um, I've got to go," Connor said unconvincingly and took off as the authoritative looking man walked up to them leaving PJ alone. PJ, right?" he asked kindly to which PJ nodded, "Officer Stevens, but you can call me `Joe'," he offered, "at least some of the time, but we'll talk about that," he continued as he extended his hand. PJ took the hand and said, "Nice to meet you," as he'd been trained to say his whole life. The man in front of him was extremely good looking, blond hair, blue eyes and even though he had on a creaky, bulky police uniform, you could still tell that he was in great shape. Not muscle bound, but extremely fit and healthy looking. "Well aren't you polite?" he said, "It's nice to meet you too!" the man told the boy with a smile, "I guess that you and I are going to get to spend a lot of time together today," he added. "Ok," PJ answered cautiously. "So, first thing is, I want you to know that you never have to do anything that you don't want to do," he started, emphasizing the "have", "sometimes it seems like people expect something and you have no choice because they're grown-ups, but that's not the case here. All of us want you boys to enjoy sex and enjoy having sex with men," PJ couldn't believe that he was standing in public with a police officer saying these things to him. "Now, that said," Officer Stevens continued, "do you have any questions?" PJ looked up at him, "Well, um, so, my friend said that I'd be assigned someone tonight and I'd have sex with them and that they'd have tasks to teach me," he blurted out, "are you my assigned man?" The man laughed, "That is pretty much how it works, and I am lucky enough to be assigned to you considering that you are so nice and so pretty," PJ smiled at this compliment, "but, like I was saying, we'll only do intimate things if you are ok with it. I hope that you are, but we can have a great trip just hanging out." PJ had looked several times at the man's crotch, and figured that it didn't hurt to say, "I'm ok with it," since he had already begun thinking about tasting the policeman's cock. Officer Stevens smiled in a much more dirty way after hearing that agreement, "That's so nice to hear," he purred, "and the other thing is the tasks," he continued with his explanation, "those are just suggestions for new experiences. They don't have to happen, they're just nice if we get to them." He put his hand on the boy's shoulder and said, "We're going to have lots of fun together, I think that you're such a beautiful boy and I can't wait to get you into my tent." PJ laughed and smiled shyly, "Thanks, officer," he said. "`Joe' remember," he reminded the boy kindly, "so any more questions?" "What are my tasks? Is it a surprise?" PJ asked. Joe chuckled, "It depends on the situation, but in this case, I think that it's ok for you to know," he told the boy as he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a small blue piece of paper and showed it to PJ. "So this is your experience," he explained, pointing to a tally sheet under "M" and "B" headings, "from this I can see that you've been with one boy and one man," he said, pointing at the single tick marks in each box, below which there were notes written in cursive, "and these are areas that you haven't experienced," Joe continued. Since they didn't teach cursive in school anymore, PJ couldn't read the notes, except he saw a printed "cum" under the first task. "Ok, the first one says that you've never had anyone cum in your mouth," the man read, "the second says that you could try fetishes, and the third says to try bondage," he smiled at the boy, "That one is probably why they assigned me to you." PJ knew about the cumming in his mouth, but the other two were confusing, "I don't know what those mean," he said pointing at the last ones. "Well, a fetish is something other than just the person that turns someone on," he paused to think for a second, "like a lot of the men here like the scout uniforms, so they might have the boy leave his uniform on as much on as possible while they play. Tomorrow morning, when you get up to take a leak, there will be a lot of boys wandering around with a full uniform on top and nothing on the bottom!" "That's a little weird," PJ said, "and what's the other one?" "Bondage is when one person is restrained, like maybe their hands and feet are tied to a bed or maybe put in handcuffs," he said as he turned to show the cuffs attached to his belt, "Come to think of it, maybe we can accomplish a lot with one scenario. I can teach you about role playing too," the young officer stated. "Don't worry about it," he said when he noticed the concerned look on PJ's face, "you're going to have the time of your life, just relax and have fun." PJ smiled at the man, "Ok Officer Stevens." "Until later, please just call me Joe," the man corrected again as he put his arm around PJ's shoulder and guided him toward the bus. "So on the bus the kids usually sit together, then everyone pairs up again later tonight," Joe told him, "so just have fun with your friends." Coach Thomas was waiting at the bottom of the stairs supervising the boarding, calling out to everyone that it was time to go. When PJ approached him, he couldn't help but picture the big man huffing above him as he slid his big penis in and out of PJ's butt. PJ felt like everyone could tell what he was thinking, and it wasn't helped when Coach caught sight of him and drew into a broad smile, warmly and loudly saying, "PJ! So nice to see you again. I'm glad that you were able to come!" "Hi, Coach, it's nice to see you too," he said politely, but he was unable to hide a silly grin, he was unable to pretend that they didn't have a sexual history. "Climb on board, guys," Coach told the two of them, "PJ, I saw that you were talking to Connor, maybe if he doesn't have a seat mate you can join him?" PJ agreed and boarded the bus. Connor was indeed by himself, so the two of them sat and chatted until the bus got underway. 6 During the trip to the campsite, the boys became more and more rambunctious. There was no talk of the sex that would be happening in a few hours, instead it was all middle school screwing around and PJ loved it. There were several boys that he knew and was excited to see, and no one addressed the elephant in the room: If you're here, it means that you like to have sex with men. It was difficult for PJ to wrap his head around these two extremes of boy behavior. When they arrived, the boys were officially assigned to their chaperone and each boy and man started to set up their tent. Joe had a fancy 4 person tent and he was very good at teaching PJ how to assemble it. This was something that his own father would never have considered doing and it made him very fond of the nice man. Once the tent was set up, Joe announced that he was going to change out of his uniform, but instead of ducking into the tent, he started unbuttoning his shirt out in the open. Everyone was so busy working that no one paid any attention, and since it was guys only, it was kind of like a big locker room. Once he got his uniform shirt off, he grabbed the back of his t-shirt and pulled it up and forward off of his body. PJ was right, he was incredibly fit, with a strong but not bulky chest, a definite six-pack, and prominent "v" leading down into his pants, in addition to a treasure trail of hair leading down from his belly button. The man proceeded to remove his duty belt and place it in the tent before undoing and lowering his pants. He was wearing boxers, and as he leaned over to pull the pants off of his legs, his cock was pressing against the material, which PJ couldn't tear his eyes away from. As the heavy shape moved back and forth with Joe's movements he could only think that it would soon be in his mouth, and he was a little surprised to see how excited that idea made him. After Joe got dressed, they headed over to a large campfire that had been set and all of the boys filed in and sat around it in a loose circle. Coach Thomas went over normal scouting things; pledges, oaths, activities for the weekend, nothing that you wouldn't hear at any scout meeting anywhere in the world. The men told stories, told jokes and made motivational speeches. Looking around, PJ noticed that a lot of the boys were getting closer and closer to their paired man. Some were leaning into them with the man's hand around him, and some were even holding hands right here in the open! This caused PJ to look over at Joe and saw that he was looking down at him with a warm smile, "It's ok to lean in if you want, buddy," the policeman told him, "but only if you want to." PJ thought for only a brief second before scooting his butt over a little and placing his shoulder against Joe's body while the man draped his arm over him, and PJ melted into the man's warm embrace. He felt so contented sitting there snuggling up to this handsome man, thinking that his own father would never cuddle like this with him. PJ even closed his eyes for a second he was so relaxed and let out a sigh. They were wrapping up the speeches, when Coach took over again with a list of things to accomplish tomorrow, then stated, "As you know, we have changed the administration of enemas to home. While I know that the communal experience of doing these as a troop was very exciting to many of you, because of the lack of facilities here we can't have everyone going in the river. Was anyone unable to accomplish this before the trip?" Two boys raised their hands, "Ok, you two go with Mr Jenson," Coach instructed, "the rest of you, time for bed, have a pleasant evening." As taps was played, PJ looked around and saw that the snuggling had gotten more intense, with some boys beginning to kiss their man and others openly groping at the men's crotches. This was enough for him to spring a nice little boner. The dynamic between each pair was variable and interesting; for some, the boy was aggressively going after the man, for others they were shyly addressing each other, more apprehensive about what lay ahead, and for others the man was in charge, towering over the boy and thrusting his hand down the front or back of their tight scout shorts. After the flag was lowered, PJ sat up a little and turned to Joe who smiled again and said, "Want to head to the tent?" PJ bit his lip and nodded, but said, "I need to pee." "Ok, I could stand to do the same, let's head over there," Joe said and pointed to an opening in the woods. They started heading that way, and PJ instinctively took Joe's hand into his own. When they were out of sight, Joe said, "This should do," and started to unzip the shorts that he'd changed into. While it was nighttime, the moon was fairly full and provided plenty of light, so PJ could see the man reach into his underwear and pull out his flaccid cock. With it being soft he didn't know how to compare it to Coach's, but a big difference was that the head flared out over the shaft, so it really looked like a cartoon mushroom. Joe caught him looking and said, "You like what you see, huh? You better hurry up and pee before you get a hard-on," as his piss slit opened and a strong stream fell onto the leaves and brush beneath their feet. It was too late for PJ, who opened his shorts to reveal his hairless erection, "I'm already hard," he said, "I don't think that it'll go away." Joe finished peeing, but didn't put his dick away, but instead stood there stroking himself as he stared at PJ's preteen penis, the heavy shaft growing like magic, swelling and lengthening into a nice sized cock. "I'll help it go away," he said and took a step to stand in front of the boy, reached down and stroked his fingertips along the boy's cock. PJ was overwhelmed with the sensation. "Mmmm, that's such a sweet little pecker," Officer Stevens purred, "we're going to have so much fun with this little guy," he said with a small laugh. PJ was just staring at the man's now erect, big-headed penis. It was not as long as Coach's, but the mushroom head and thick shaft were exciting and he felt himself drawn toward it, slowly reaching his hand out toward it until he caught himself and quickly looked into Joe's eyes and the man said, "It's ok, PJ, you can touch me, baby, that's why we're here!" So the boy extended his arm and and wrapped his hand around the warm organ. "Oh yeah, that feels good, son," the handsome man said, "keep rubbing me like that." The feeling of Joe's deft, practiced fingers on his prick and the hot spear of flesh in his hand was heaven to PJ. He stroked up and down, watching the skin slide back and forth on top of the firm pole underneath. Suddenly he had an urge to lick the big flared head of the man's cock. Unable to stop himself, he leaned over and took a long swipe across the man's glans, getting a small amount of precum from the slit, curled his tongue into his mouth and tasted the salty-sweet fluid, letting out an involuntary, "Mmm." "Ooh, kiddo, that's so special baby," Joe blurted out in surprise, "that's so nice, lick my cock, baby." The boy then took the head between his lips and slid them down as far as he could without the head hitting the back of his throat. Ever since last Friday night he couldn't get the thought of Coach's cock out of his mind, the way it tasted, the way that each section felt different in his mouth, the sight of his balls and pubic hair as he thrust in and out of his mouth. He'd been forced to hide erections all week long, permanently pointing his penis upwards in his underwear so that it wouldn't tent his pants when he boned up, and now he was able to let loose his desires with this sexy man. During that week, PJ assumed that he would be tasting Coach's cock again, but now that he was getting to try another man's penis, and experience the different tastes and textures, all he wanted was what his friend Alex called the "reward" for hard work: grown-man's cum. He had been standing bent over to reach the dick, but now knelt down in the cool grass to really work the shaft. He used his tongue as much as possible up and down the sides as the man began to thrust into him slightly to meet PJ's bobbing head. He was starting to get more and more flavor hitting his tastebuds as more precum seeped out of the man's prick. "Umph, ugh, oh yeah, that's so good, you're so fucking hot!" Joe said as the sensations seemed to be building in his balls. PJ had never had a man cum in his mouth before, but he knew the signs of an impending orgasm from getting fucked last week and from his encounters with his friend Alex. Aside from the grunting, babbling and erratic thrusts that seemed to signal the end, he had noticed that men and boys grow slightly just before they cum. And that was happening now, as Officer Steven's penis filled his mouth even more while the man panted above him. All of this input was bringing PJ to a peak also, as he had started stroking his erection that was hanging out of his fly. He let the man's penis slide mostly out of his mouth and flicked his tongue rapidly over the cockhead, lapping up his juices as Joe moaned above him. Finally he slid the shaft back in and bobbed faster and faster, Joe's thrusts growing more and more erratic until finally he pulled himself free of the boy's mouth and started jerking his own cock. "Open your mouth," he instructed gently, "look up at me," Joe added as PJ sat back on his ankles and stared right into the man's eyes, his mouth gaping open in anticipation. "Oh god, PJ, you made me cum, oh shit, here it comes!" he cries and PJ instinctively closed his eyes right as the first shot left the man's penis and shot deep into his mouth, PJ's eyes popping back open in time to see the slit of the penis open and another glob of thick cum spurt out and into his mouth before Joe placed the tip of the cumming cock back into PJ's open portal, where the boy created a seal with his lips to hold in the ejaculate. He'd already been warned, but he was still surprised by how much semen was filling his mouth. It was slimy and thick and the taste was unlike anything that he'd ever had. But PJ was undeterred. He never stopped frantically jerking his own little erection, so excited to be pleasing this man, so in love with the feeling of the cock in his little mouth and amazed that he was actually doing it, he was actually holding a man's load in his mouth. It all made him so excited that he was on the edge of orgasm himself. Unable to stop the reflexes of his throat to the semen demanding entrance, PJ let the cock go, and with a spastic nod of his head forced the cum down his throat, feeling the mucousy jizz slide all of the way down. Joe was panting above him, "Good boy, you swallowed my cum, what a great mouth you've got!" Joe cooed. This talk only heightened PJ's excitement and he leaned back slightly and stroked himself, the taste of cum coating his mouth, to PJ it was a trophy for a job well done. So lost in his revery, he didn't realize that Joe had knelt down in front of him, put his hand on the back of his head and pulled him to his lips. PJ and Alex had practiced kissing so much the past couple of weeks, he knew exactly how to use his mouth and tongue to draw the most excitement from the man and himself. The large tongue of the man filled his mouth, the taste of his own cum most likely hitting Joe's taste buds. PJ was panting into Joe's lips as he approached his orgasm when Joe broke the kiss and encouraged the boy down onto his back, pushed his hand away and slid his warm mouth over the preteen prick. "Oh, hoh," PJ squealed, as the wet warm tongue quickly stroked up and down his cock, licking around the sensitive head. PJ was squirming and alternately kicking his feet as the sensations spread through him while the taste of the man's emission coated his mouth, reminding him of the sexy thing that he had done and causing him to leap over the edge, the spasms starting in his perineum and working hard to pump the non-existent cum out of his penis as the boy groaned and sighed in release. After PJ's cock stopped shooting it's blanks and twitching against the roof of the policeman's mouth, Joe released the penis and quickly engulfed the boys scrotum whole into his warm mouth, then pushed the boys legs upward as he pulled the back of his scout shorts down enough to get at his pink asshole and drove his tongue into the orifice, causing PJ to squeal before he released the boy's legs and sat back up, PJ's bare butt sitting on the cool grass. "You should be able to pee now," Joe observed with a laugh, "you are one sweet boy, you're going to fit right in here," he added, causing PJ to smile. He helped the boy to his feet, then PJ took care of his needy bladder before they headed back toward the set-up tents. 7 In order to get to their campsite, they had to weave through several clusters of other tents and PJ was wide-eyes at what he heard behind those zipped up fabric doors: "Oh, Mr Wilson, oh fuck me!" "Stop, stop there, it hurts!" "I'm cumming! Swallow that load you little slut!" "I'm going to stick my cock up your tight little pussy!" "Mmm, that feels so good baby." Hearing these goings on right out here in the open couldn't have been more shocking and arousing to PJ. He couldn't stop looking up at Joe, the man who's cum he could still taste, and imagining him over him pumping his big mushroom-headed dick up his ass. To top it off, most of the tents had some sort of light on inside, so he could see the long shadows of men fucking boys doggy style, boys legs spread wide as they took it on their backs, or boys and men bent over the prone form of their partners, eagerly gobbling up their dicks. When they arrived, they ducked into the tent and closed the door. Joe opened a small, warm-lighted lantern which bathed them in its soft glow and allowed them to fully see each other again.. PJ was able to stand in the tent, while Joe had to stoop over or kneel. He chose the latter, and held his arms open for the boy to walk into. While he held the boy he explained, "So remember that I told you that I had one idea to cover a lot of areas?" "Mm hm," PJ answered in the affirmative. "Ok, here is the idea, a fetish is a fixation on something that's maybe not necessarily sexual, but to that person it's very hot. So like I said, a lot of guys here have a scout uniform fetish, including me," he began. "That's number one, fetish's. Number 2 was bondage, that means being tied up or restrained in some way. Lots of people think that it makes the sex more intense," Joe had sat down cross legged and pulled the boy into his lap. "I had an idea, I want to introduce you to something called role play. That means that you make up a situation, and you pretend or act it out. So here is my proposal: I play a cop, you are a scout, you have been bad and breaking the law, so I have to put you in handcuffs, then we go from there, ok?" PJ was a little confused, but also amused by the idea. He didn't get what was sexy about it, but figured this was why they did it; to learn why it's sexy. "Sure," he answered. "Great," Joe said and started to get ready, standing up and taking his tee off, then putting his uniform shirt back on over his bare chest, but not bothering with the pants. He did put on his belt with the handcuffs attached. "Now one of the important things is to be able to tell the other person when you aren't pretending. For example if you tell me that something hurts, I would assume that you are pretending, but you would need to tell me if it was real. So we have a word that means, `stop, I don't like this'. Any ideas for a word?" PJ said the first word into his mind, "Raspberry," he said. Joe chuckled, "Ok, if anyone says raspberry, we stop," he answers, "but for now, get up, get the fuck on your feet you little shit!" he snapped, shocking the boy and keeping him motionless, "I said get up you little thief!" Joe barked, pulling PJ out of his daze and forcing him to stand, "This is the last time that I'm going to be called out to deal with you, you little brat," PJ had to put his hand over his mouth to stifle a giggle at the absurdity of this scene, "You think this is funny!" Joe snapped, PJ quickly lost his grin, "Hold out your hands you little shit," he ordered, pulling the cuffs off of his belt. The boy did as he was told holding his wrists out in front of him in anticipation of being shackled. Joe clamped the restraints around PJ's wrists. "What do you have to say for yourself?" the man probed. The boy was confused, "Um, sorry Joe?" "Officer Stevens," he said sternly as he tapped the name badge on his chest. When PJ didn't seem to know what to do, Joe's normal voice returned, "Remember that you're a bad kid, talk back to me," he instructed the boy in his relaxed manner. Finally getting it a little, PJ decided to start right off testing the waters, "Fuck you, cop!" he spat out, "You can't do anything to me, I'm a juvenile." PJ said snakily, Imitating what he'd heard on cop shows. Joe smiled briefly, then acted agitated again, "Oh, no?" he almost shouted, "I think that you're wrong, young man, I think that I've got something else to stick in that dirty mouth of yours," Joe stated as he unzipped his shorts and freed his fully erect cock and hauled his testicles out with it before grabbing the back of PJ's head and and gently pulled it down over the thick glans and far enough into his mouth that he almost gagged. "Fuck yeah, suck that dick you naughty boy!" Perfectly happy to have the big cock back in his mouth, PJ was struggling with how to maneuver. His cuffed hands still allowed him to stroke the shaft a bit, but not like he was used to, and Joe controlling the pace and direction of his fellatio was awkward for him, but at the same time, he was kind of excited by the roughness that the man was employing. Unfortunately the handcuffs were digging into his wrists and making him uncomfortable, decreasing his enjoyment greatly. He pulled his head away from the man's groin, and when the dick popped out of his mouth he said, "Raspberry!" Joe immediately stopped and looked down concerned, "What's wrong, buddy?" he asked. "I'm ok, but these hurt," he answered, holding up his hands to show the cuffs. "Oh, man, I'm sorry kiddo, let me take them off," he said as he started looking for the keys. The policeman removed the cuffs and PJ rubbed his hands over his wrists where the cuffs had been chafing. The incident had effected Joe so much that his penis, which was still hanging out of his fly with his balls, had gone completely soft. Even in his discomfort, PJ couldn't take his eyes off of it, fascinated that the big, strong organ could turn into this shriveled worm with a still prominent head. "Are you ok, son?" Officer Stevens asked with concern, "If its too much we can stop and take a break or do something else." "No," the boy answered, "I'm ok, it's just that the handcuffs hurt, I liked everything else. It's fun pretending!" he added with excitement. This brought a smile to Joe's face and his penis started to swell and lengthen. PJ reached out for the organ and Joe, getting back into character, said, "Get back to work you little punk, suck my fucking dick." The boy held his ground, and somehow instinctively knew what to say, "No, fucking make me," he stated in his best naughty kid voice. "Oh, that's how it's gonna be, huh? I'll gladly make you," Joe said as he grabbed his dick in his right hand and PJ's head in his left and pushed his cock against the boy's lips. PJ clamped his lips tight, pretending to be repulsed by the wet cockhead smearing a trail of precum across his face and lips, when he really wanted to open up and take the man's offering. "Open you fucking mouth or you'll regret it," Joe warned. That was enough for the boy, and he parted his lips slightly and the big cock forced its way inside, filling his mouth and touching the back of his throat accidentally. But PJ was able to get past the gag reflex as Joe quickly retreated enough to stop the tickling sensation. "That's it you little bitch," the man sneered, "I'm gonna cum so hard inside of you today, where do you want me to cum?" "Not in my ass or on my face, please," he fake pleaded after taking the boner out of his mouth, knowing that was exactly where he was likely to receive the man's load, "I'll never do it again, I promise, don't make me do any more, please?" "That's what you said last time," the officer said with anger in his voice, "I'm cumming wherever I want, and I'm definitely getting my dick into your tight ass. Take off my pants and then take off your's too," he ordered. PJ reached over and pulled the man's shorts down, the beautiful erect cock now more visible in the lantern light, and helped the man step out of his shorts, "Now you," Officer Stevens said again. PJ lowered his scout shorts again, this time taking them completely off, his cock standing at attention and twitching. "You're nice and hard, punk, you like this, tell me what you want," Joe said. "Bullshit, I don't want anything cop!" PJ play acted, pleasing Joe to no end. "Is that so, well this says otherwise," Joe answered while grabbing the little boner, "now tell me, where is my cock going? In your mouth or in your ass?" Dropping the tough guy act, PJ instinctively answered honestly, "Both," he said with desire in his eyes. The man got a lecherous grin, "Oh yeah, kid, that's right, you get me nice and wet so that I can slide right up your tight pussy," he instructed, "come here and swallow my fucking cock." The boy needed no further instruction, dropped to his knees and took the smooth shaft into his mouth, his eyes staring at the curly hair right in front of him and the base of the penis that disappeared and reappeared from his sight as he let it plunge in and out of his tight lips. "Yeah, you're so good at that," Joe said, "use lots of tongue," he encouraged. PJ licked as much as he could, but his tongue was dragging along the shaft just by the sheer mouth filling girth of the man's hot cock. He released the shaft and lapped at the head, lick down the length, then lifted up Joe's loosely hanging, hairy balls and took one in his mouth at a time, swishing them around like he was giving them a bath. It was at this moment that PJ heard a sound that he hadn't expected. "Is someone crying?" he asked as he listened again for the sound from outside. Joe smiled kindly again, "That's not a cry, that's a whimper," he explained, "Did you have any tears when you were with Coach?" "Um, maybe, but it definitely hurt and I asked him to pull out." "And did he pull out? Or did you tough it out and eventually it felt like heaven?" PJ smiled with recognition, "I toughed it out," he answered, "and now it's all that I can think about," he answered with a naughty smirk. "Exactly, so I'd guess that your friend Connor in the other tent is getting used to it for the first time, and starting to learn that there can be pleasure with the pain. It's something that you can't explain to someone, you just have to experience it," the policeman reminded him, "do you understand?" PJ considered, then nodded, "I get it," he said. Officer Stevens took the break to sit down on his sleeping bag and lay himself down flat, his lower half still naked while he continued to wear his uniform shirt. Nodding his head toward his standing pole he said, "Ok, enough of that shit, get back to blowing me you little asshole." PJ got between the man's legs wetted his lips and lowered his mouth over the erect prick and slowly descended down the shaft, causing Joe to hiss, "Yeah, that's it, work that cock," which PJ happily did, once again soaking the man with his saliva before removing his mouth and going back to the heavy scrotum. While the boy lifted each testicle and once again swished them around in his mouth, Officer Stevens helped by placing his feet on the floor, angling his ass upwards slightly. PJ had already begun to explore the underside of the ballsack, so it wasn't too much of a stretch to go farther when Joe ordered, "Like my taint you little shit," and pointed at the proposed target. Hesitating for a second, the boy thought, "why not?" and went for it, as he began to tongue the man's second most hidden region. He had already grown accustomed to the sour smell of his drying saliva emanating from men's post-oral cocks, but now he was getting a new earthy smell that could only be coming from Joe's newly exposed asshole. It was ripe, and a little off-putting, since there were definite aromas of what the area was used for, but those were overpowered somewhat by the smell of soap and natural sweaty skin. This hit on something that was making this role play exciting for PJ; it was dirty and it was naughty! All of his life he had been the "good" boy and he didn't regret it. His parents could count on him, he was nice to his friends, and he was never in trouble. But sometimes you need an outlet, and having sex with these me was turning out to be just what PJ needed. As his tongue approached the man's hairy perineum, he thought, "What would happen if my dad saw this? What do you think of your perfect boy now?" he thought as his tongue flattened on the sweaty, matted hair of the man's smelly taint. In this position joe's balls were laying on PJs nose if he didn't hold them up, giving him an eyeful of sack. Officer Stevens was moaning and groaning as the boys small tongue, licked away at his nether regions. Without saying anything Joe lifted his feet off the ground and rolled his ass further upward giving PJ better access to his taint and bringing his exposed anus into view. Joe had no intention of pushing the issue, but the horny boy quickly made a few calculations; coach Thomas had licked his asshole and he loved it, chances were that Officer Stevens would be doing the same shortly. Fair was fair, so without warning he put one hand on each of Joe's butt cheeks, spread him open, and dug his tongue right into his stinky hole. "Oh shit kid, oh my god that feels so fucking good!" Joe exclaimed, "you're such a bad boy, you're so dirty licking my asshole, stick that tongue all the way in there, fuck yeah, fuck me with your tongue." PJ was doing just that, pointing his tongue and forcing it inside. He was surprised how little taste there was, it mostly tasted like skin, but the texture of the grown man's muscular ring was different than his friend Alex's somehow, and PJ was suddenly in love with analingous. "Oh that's it kid, that feels so fucking good, get that tongue all the way fucking in there," Joe spit out in ecstasy, then grabbed onto the back of PJ's head and pushed him tighter into his ass, muffling the boy's moans and "mmmm"s as his face was pressed between the man's cheeks. After a few more stabs at the man's hole, PJ began a reversal, first going for the perineum, then the balls until finally he sunk himself back down onto Joe's cock. The two made eye contact and Joe lovingly cradled PJ's cheek as the boy licked him, "You're amazing kid, something else," he said, "spin around, I want some of you cock too," he instructed, and PJ spun around into a 69. He slid back far enough for the man to suck his whole shaft into his mouth and let him go to work before he leaned forward as far as he could to rejoin the penis in front of him. PJ luxuriated it the warm mouth alternately nursing and bobbing on his shaft. As Joe sucked on his little cock sending bolts of electric sensation up his spine, he felt two hands on his butt and his cheeks being spread open and exposed to the cool night air. In a few seconds, the boy's penis was released, letting the cool air strike the wet surface and Joe's tongue quickly wormed its way into PJ's tight anus. The boy loved the feeling of the rough wet tongue circling his little used hole and then work hard to pry the muscle open, hitting him again and again with amazing feelings. Since his encounter with Coach, PJ was obsessed with the new fun to be had at his rear entrance. He experimented with different lotions and creams to see which made sliding his little fingers into his pooper the most stimulating. Too slippery and he felt nothing, too dry and it hurt, or worse, he couldn't get the finger in. So when Officer Stevens lubed up a finger and replaced his tongue with it, PJ was able to easily take the digit in one smooth push, moaning as the finger slithered around inside of him. He even felt the sensation of getting his prostate pushed, something that he didn't understand, but definitely enjoyed it as he felt the little jolts transfer to from inside penis. With the intrusion, PJ was distracted from his assignment, but soon returned to the delicious meat that he held in his hand. He suddenly realized that they'd dropped the naughty scout act and he didn't want it to slip away. So PJ let the man's penis slide out of his mouth and said. "Officer Stevens," he pleaded, "don't put your peepee in my hole, please! It's too small, you'll hurt me. See, you can only get one little finger inside me. I promise that I'll be good, please stop!" he play-acted. "Only one finger, huh?" Joe asked feigning agitation, and proceeded to slip his middle finger right in alongside his index, stretching out PJ's little hole. "Ouch, easy!" the boy responded to the intrusion, but actually relished the full feeling inside him as the fingers moved around reminding him that a living being was inside his body. He dropped his head down into Joe's abdomen, the side of his head laying in Joe's pubic hair while the top of his head pushed against the erect prick. "You don't deserve easy," Joe picked the role playing back up, "you're gonna get it hard. I'm gonna fuck that punk smile right off of your face." PJ was starting to guess that there were some real life bad kids that Joe wouldn't mind teaching this lesson to and was probably imagining them now. He was happy to take their place. "Please Officer, don't fuck me," PJ begged, his voice actually choking up, "it'll hurt, and everyone will know that I did it with a man!" he finished, tears almost welling in his eyes as he got into his character, but his true colors showed as he waved his upturned ass back and forth in front of the man, the two long fingers still completely buried inside the boy's rectum. "Save it for someone who cares," the policeman said, you're getting it, and you're getting it now." Joe slid the boy off of his chest and placed him on his hands and knees on top of the cushiony bedroll. Joe proceeded to remove his shirt, leaving him naked except for his socks, but left the boy dressed in his scout top. PJ could feel how open he was when Joe pushed his fingers roughly back inside is warm hole, filling him up. He heard the snap of the lid on the bottle of lube followed by a squirting sound. The boy laid his head on the ground but twisted sideways so that he was able to see the man, stroke the lube along the length of his strong dick. He watched as the man shuffled on his knees closer to him and then felt the cool, gel-coated tip of the man's penis push at the entrance to his most private place. With only slight pressure, Officer Stevens became the second man and third human to pass through PJ's yielding sphincters. The man groaned as inch after inch slowly slid into the boy, PJ letting out a cry as the penis spread him wide, his anus feeling like it was on fire and his insides rearranged under the continuous pressure. "Oh, Officer Stevens, it hurts!" he exclaimed honestly, "stop for a second, please," he pleaded. Joe recognized the boy's real discomfort, and held his position. PJ could feel his tunnel spamming around the intruder, his legs shaking and noises coming out of his mouth that he couldn't even control. He wanted this so badly, had dreamed about it all week, but this was just like with Coach, he was ready to abandon ship. But unlike last week, he knew now that his body would adjust and the warm feeling would come. He just had to be patient. Right on schedule, PJ began to feel a glow rising above the pain, and he could feel his anus relax more, the discomfort receding, replaced by the hot warmth of joining with a man. This was what he craved, the connection that can only come from another person being inside of you. Joe obviously felt the release of pressure against him, because he began to sink into the boy's rectum once again. "Ugh, man!" PJ groaned as the last inch of cock entered his ass and he felt the man's groin press into his crack where he stopped and rested. With his root fully planted, the policeman placed his hands on the ground on either side of PJ, and leaned onto his back, his head drawn close the boy's ear, and he whispered, "How does that feel kiddo? Officer Stevens will teach you to mouth off. You feel my cock in your little asshole? You said that you couldn't take it, but now I'm fucking you with no problem." "Please don't slide you dick in and out of me," PJ said, basically requesting the act, "it'll hurt me if you fuck me hard with your big cock. I promise that I'll do better, just please don't do it. I don't want to feel your balls slapping into me as you fuck me, please!" PJ was loving this, he felt so full that he never wanted Joe to pull out. "Oh, you don't want this?" Joe asked as he slid out a few inches, then slammed back in causing PJ to grunt, "tell me that you don't want my cock inside you." "Take it out," PJ said unconvincingly, "it's too big, I don't want you to keep fucking me with you big cock," he said breathlessly. Joe didn't comply, instead taking several quick stabs into the boy, "Oh, oh, oh," PJ squeaked with each thrust, "do it more, I want you to do more," he babbled, dropping the act momentarily, "ohhh, more," he kept begging as the feeling of being stretched by and connected to the man was overwhelming. Suddenly Joe pulled himself out of PJ, who let out an "umph" as if he'd been punched in the gut, and Joe squeezed beside him to lay down on the mat. Then he patted his stomach, "climb on top of me," he said, "you're going to ride my cock." PJ had seen enough porn to know how this worked, but not exactly the techniques. Once he was sitting with his butt on Joe's pubic area, Joe told him, "Stand on your feet and squat down, it'll slide right in baby." There was a noticeable softening in tone. Both males had abandoned the play acting, now they were passionately making love. PJ stood and started to squat down, grabbing on to the stiff slimey cock, he aimed it at his hole, placing it at his entrance and began to suck it into his willing sphincter as he lowered his body. The penis started to feel like it would come out of his throat as he sunk down. It was so intense to watch the look of pleasure on the man's face as PJ controlled the pace. He was able to slide the whole penis into his rectum until he came to rest on him with his all of his weight, his butt cheeks spread as they squished on either side of the man's implanted shaft. Officer Steven's girth was definitely rubbing against that special place inside PJ, making him grow erect again from the tingling sensations as his tiny prostate was massaged. He put his hands on the man's chest and sort of rocked on the embedded penis, enjoying the pain/pleasure of the dirty act. Shortly Joe began to thrust up to meet him, their bodies colliding faster and faster until PJ felt Joe's swinging sack fly up and slapping his butt cheeks when he slammed into his ass. This went on for a few minutes, the boy squealing and "oh"ing with each thrust and the man grunting and groaning and swearing as he thrust upwards into the stretched anus. Finally Joe stopped the boy and encouraged him to climb off of him, the man's penis sliding out with a plop. "Lay on your back," he instructed, and PJ laid down on the thin mat and grabbed the back of his thighs, pulling his knees up beside his chest, opening his anus to the man. His miniature erection showed his excitement and without a word, Joe pressed the gooey tip of his cock back against the gaping ring and slid back inside with little resistance as PJ threw his head back in delight. "Say what it is that you want," Officer Stevens ordered, "tell me what to do to you," he finished as he held himself fully against the boy, his balls resting stickily against the immature boy's taint and his pubis pressed into the boy's squishy sack. "Fuck me Officer Stevens, fuck me," PJ cried out, and grabbed onto the sides of the man's torso as he began again to thrust in to PJ's rectum. PJ stared up into Joe's eyes as the man concentrated on his own pleasure, PJ swimming in the feeling of connection to the man as he felt the loose scrotum slap against him again with each thrust and the shaft fill him completely. Joe places his hands on the inside of the boy's thighs and spread his legs wide, PJ holding his legs almost straight out to the side as Joe ran his hands up and down the sensitive skin of the boy's inner thighs. PJ's erection hadn't flagged, and this position gave him more room to frantically stroke his cute boner. "Tell me you love it," Joe ordered. "I love it Officer Stevens!" "Say `Joe' baby," he told him, "no more pretending. Tell me what you want," he continued. "I want you to fuck me Joe," PJ gasped, "I want you to cum!" he almost shouted as the warm feeling of orgasm approached him, starting with his widened hole, through his balls and up to his pulsing erection, his hand jerking himself off at a million miles an hour. "If you want cum, you're gonna get it," Joe said breathlessly, "I'm so close baby," he added, "you're the best fuck ever, oh I love you kid." Not considering the significance of what he was saying, PJ reflexively screamed, "I love you too! Oh, oh!" and just like that he was over the edge, his balls sending electric shots through his shaft and out the tip of his penis as it pulsed in his hand, his asshole spamming around the intruding cock. That was enough for Joe, who announced, "Oh baby, here it comes sweet boy!" then slammed hard into him and held himself tight against the boy while his upper body twitched in orgasmic convulsions and PJ could feel the cock pulse inside of him. He sword that he felt the cum shoot into his colon and pool there before Joe collapsed, barely holding himself off of the fifth grader as he panted, looking into the boy's contented eyes and leaning in for wet, passionate kiss. "I think that I'm gonna like scouts," PJ said with a wicked smile as they settled in for the night.