Date: Thu, 17 Dec 2020 23:57:57 +0000
From: strangewriter <strangewriter@protonmail.com>
Subject: Pinehurst Middle School 6

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Hi all, I have been away from these old series for quite a while, so thank
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than usual, the second "half" of it should come out shortly.

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Pinhurst Middle School

10

So, as you can see, the title of this story is "Pinehurst Middle School",
not "Pinehurst Campout". If you've been following along, you probably feel,
as I do, that it's time to move back to school. But we do want to address
Sunday at camp before we move on.

The best way to sum up Sunday is a free-for-all. Departure is at 1 pm,
pack-up is at 11:30am, otherwise everyone is free to do as they please, and
that usually meant sex of some kind. An example would be our friend Connor,
his Saturday pairing was with Principal Carson, the man who had taken his
oral virginity at the beginning of our tale. On Saturday the man was able
to benefit from Father Myles' lessons to young Connor in anal sex, and the
educator had a fantastic night of unbridled fucking of the young boy. Of
course, holding to his philosophy of educating boys in the recognition of
their deepest desires, he coaxed Connor into begging the man to enter his
velvety rectum and screaming for him to deposit his seed as far into the
boy's colon as physically possible.

Therefore, when Connor woke up next to the strong man who lay completely
bare on top of his sleeping bag, the boy decided that he would take what he
wanted and slid the man's soft penis into his mouth and massaged it with
his lips and tongue until both the penis and it's owner began to stir.

The principal's eyes took a minute to focus, but he smiled when he saw and
felt Connor's remarkably talented mouth manipulating his glans, slurping,
licking and stroking it with his oral muscles. Todd reached down and
caressed the boy's hair and said, "That a boy, Conor, take what you want,"
before laying back and reveling in the sweet sensations brought about by
the horny sixth grader. Conor looked up at the man and smiled as much as he
could around the thick cock.

This was not going to be a drawn out session, Todd could tell, as his
upcoming orgasm was already making itself known, so he decided to roll them
over and slide his cock back into Connor's sweet, sucking mouth. The boy
lay still, swiping his tongue at the cock as it sunk deeply into his mouth,
then withdrawing until it lay in the middle of his tongue before repeating
the process all over again. The boy was struggling slightly under the
increasing assault of the man's big cock, especially as he was trapped
against the hard ground beneath his bedroll. But his struggles were
outweighed by his delight in pleasing the man, savoring the shape and feel
of the penis as it began pounding into his mouth.

The boy held his mentor by the thighs as Todd began to reach the inevitable
conclusion of this morning wake-up. "Good boy, Conor, you're gonna swallow
all of my cum, baby, I knew that you wanted this, oh god!" Todd told the
boy, who remained erect himself as he had throughout the entire blowjob,
now grabbing his rampant little boner and frantically stroking himself
while he pleasured the strong man above him. His face was a mess of saliva
and precum as the big shaft was buried over and over into his warm mouth.

"Yes, that's it!" Principal Carson bellowed, "I'm cumming! Oh god, swallow
my cum!" he ordered as he felt his orgasm take over, and his semen ready to
be unloaded between the middle schooler's gorgeous lips. As he felt the
first burst rise, he slid out slightly to keep his deposit from reaching
too far into Conor's young throat, then, with the tip of his cock laying
across the middle of the boy's wet tongue, Todd froze and rubbed himself
rapidly until with a loud groan the first shot of adult jizz burst into the
young boy's mouth, Conor reacted with a surprised grunt. The boy and man
held position while Principal Carson unloaded volley after volley of warm
semen, filling the boy's mouth until he wasn't able to hold any more and a
stream began to seep out of the corner of his lips.

With his hips involuntary twitching with each shot of cum, the man closed
his eyes as he milked the last drops out of his shaft and into the
beautiful boy's willing orifice. When the last ooze had dripped out, Todd
regained his senses and let his wet, spit and cum-covered penis leave its
warm home, allowing the boy to clamp his lips together. "Do it," Todd said,
once again playing the role of calm educator that he had briefly lost
during the final moments of his release, "do it, Conor. Swallow all of my
cum, baby, take me inside you."

There was so much cum, it was still shocking to the boy how much these men
were able to shoot, but he closed his eyes tight, and with an involuntary
nod of his head, he willed the contents of his mouth down into his belly,
his lips parting in a gasp when the last was gulped down. The man noticed
that the boy's body was rhythmically shaking and realized that the horny
little guy was jerking himself off in a frenzied attempt to shoot his own
small offering. Before he spoke, the strong man ran his finger through the
single drop of cum on the boy's face and dragged the small bit to Conor's
lips, the boy taking the offered finger and closing his lips around it,
running his tongue around the digit to get every last bit of the man's
essence.

"Yeah, that's it sweetie," Todd said, "you love your Principal's cum inside
you. Cum for me, baby," he told the boy calmly. Surprisingly turned on by
the lingering taste of the man's semen, Conor took only moments to reach
his peak. With the educator running his hands across the boy's chest with
his firm but gentle touch, Conor felt the joyous approach of release as he
opened his eyes and looked right into Principal Carson's own loving eyes
and it was all over.

The only sound was a soft, "Oh," as his orgasm hit, then his small hand
stopped and pressed hard on his balls as the tip of his slim dick flexed
and a strong shot of clear cum shot out onto the boy's taught belly, one
more smaller burst came before the tension released from his whole body and
he exhaled slowly with a contented sigh. A few moments later he turned his
attention back to the man above him who was smiling kindly at the naked
boy.

"You're beautiful," Todd said before he thought about the words, and he
realized that his feelings toward Conor had shockingly grown more
affectionate than he was accustomed. He had always thought of himself as a
boylover first and foremost, someone who had a great deal of fondness for
all of these boys, with or without the sex. And while he inevitably had
favorite boys as bedmates, he never felt that pang that puts one boy above
the rest. Conor seemed to be changing that, and for the first time in his
memory he wanted a boy to be only his.

Sensing the out of character warmth and affection, Conor wasn't sure how to
respond, but he knew that it made him happy and warm inside to be the
object of this big man's attention. He smiled back, and the principal
leaned down and kissed the small boy, his tongue exploring Conor's mouth
and even tasting the remnants of his own ejaculate. Conor's breathing was
rapid as he took brief breaks in the kissing to gasp for air before diving
back in, his young penis again filling with blood, giving away his true
feelings.

While Principal Carson and Conor spent the remainder of the morning in each
other's company, most of the others woke early for breakfast, then spent
the morning meeting up with old lovers both young and old. By 11 the whole
camp was a cacophony of moans, grunts, screams and cries as everyone sought
to consummate whatever acts needed to be finished prior to the drop dead
time of 11:30.

Two hours later the buses were silent and peaceful as a troop full of
exhausted and satisfied boys slept soundly for the first time all weekend,
soon to be returned home to their parents, who were none the wiser into why
their sons loved scouting so, and why their behavior was always exemplary
in order to continue participation.


11

Aside from Principal Carson's command of the majority of the boys and
teachers at Pinehurst, we have already mentioned the independently run
boylove department surrounding the basketball team. But there is one last
area that we haven't explored which has its own set of boys and educators
joining in illicit relationships: the more stereotypical areas of drama and
classics.

As luck would have it, both of these disciplines were centered around one
teacher, Mr. Hudson. Caleb Hudson was the sole Latin teacher at Pinehurst,
but his interest lay in all areas of the classics, specifically Ancient
Greece in addition to the obvious Ancient Rome of his teaching. Added to
this was the responsibility he had taken for the drama department, which
was now a club due to state budget cuts. All of these subjects seemed to
attract a certain type of boy, and Mr. Hudson had developed a self-serving
amalgam of sexual stereotypes of these cultures and disciplines.

From the Greek he took the universally agreed upon history of older males
mentoring adolescents, with the younger participant always taking the
passive role. This was similar to the Roman theory, but that was more an
acceptance that all men are attracted to younger boys, but he chose to
ignore the fact that well-born boys were out of the question. In their
well-heeled community, this was an unacceptable standard for Caleb, so it
was therefore easily ignored. So too was the age of the younger
participant. In Ancient Greece this was strictly adolescent, and those
participating in Greek-love were distinct from pedophiles. Not so at
Pinehurst. Mr. Hudson felt as though this concept was likely revisionist
history, not wanting to sully the name of the active participants. It
seemed improbable that a society that prized the beauty of adolescent males
wouldn't open the door to the pretty young boys too.

These concepts were adapted to the Asian traditions of theater for the
drama club. The young boys played the female roles, while at the same time
playing as the receptive partner in bed. Again, Caleb felt that the ages
given in the history books were skewed much higher than reality, at least
as far as he was concerned. And that gave him the pick of the prettiest
young boys to play the female roles. Not that girls didn't go out for the
plays, but in typical middle school fashion, the girls were usually the
best actors, earning the leads which were most often male. Add to that the
size difference where most of the girls towered over their male classmates,
and the smaller boys were frequently called upon to play the roles of
children, male or female.

That is where we find our new hero, nervously presiding over opening night
of The Music Man, putting out fires, encouraging nervous actors and
supervising costumes and set pieces. He had smartly enlisted a large group
of parents to help with the comings and going's of the large cast, as well
as overseeing the changing area. The boys' changing room parent was always
a present gifted to Mr. Hudson's closest friends, as this was the most
likely job to have a horny boy lovingly extract a load of their semen,
whether they desired having a warm snack in their belly or a hot spurt of
cum in their slick rectum.

Things were going well through the end of scene two, and Caleb began to
relax slightly. There were two curtains in either side of the stage, so the
actors' planned entrances utilized both openings on one side of the stage,
but only one on the other due to a large lectern blocking the second. This
is where Caleb chose to watch the play when he was able, giving him the
most forward position to view the actors on stage while still viewing part
of the audience to gage reactions. The play was running smoothly enough
that he felt comfortable taking a break there to watch the start of scene
three.

What no one casually observing would see, this break was a pre-arranged
stress reliever. The role of Gracie, the mayor's youngest daughter, was
being played by Nicolas Dunn, a seventh grader who was one of Mr. Hudson's
brightest pupils, and also, possibly, the prettiest boy that he'd ever
seen. He wore his blond hair very long, well past his shoulders, he had
clear blue eyes, a pert nose, unblemished smooth skin and full red lips. He
was also small for his age, something that made him perfect for the young
girl roles. While an absolute stunner, he was not girlish in his day to day
actions, but when he was alone with Mr. Hudson, or one of the other boys or
teachers, he loved playing the role of the feminine partner. Thus it came
to pass that as the lights went up on scene three, young Nicholas had
already positioned himself inside the roomy lectern to await his stressed
out teacher. Like so many of the boys, he loved Caleb, and getting the
assignment of satisfying him during a difficult time was a huge honor.

Mr. Hudson stepped up to the lectern and put his hands on either side. The
lights had yet to go up on the scene, so, considering that he wouldn't have
been able to see anyway, and in the interest of anticipation, he did not
bother to check underneath the stand. And so it happened that as he watched
the shadows of the actors taking their places on the unlit stage, Caleb
briefly closed his eyes when he felt the soft touch on the front of his
pants. Opening them as the lights came up, he leaned back slightly and
looked down on the beautiful sight of a blond boy in a short skirt, his
hair drawn into pigtails as he smiled up at his teacher, his lips red with
the stage makeup, his eyes highlighted too, as he used one hand to unzip
the man's fly and the other to reach inside and wrap around the man's
hardening cock.

Pulling the thick shaft through the fly, Mr. Hudson watched as the sexy boy
parted his lips and leaned forward to take the head of the man's cock into
his mouth, then close his lips and lick around the precum coated
glans. Caleb put his hands back on the lectern and began pushing his hips
forward while his dick sunk deeper and deeper into the sucking boy's
mouth. Nicolas was a smaller boy, so while he loved to give head and
relished the opportunity to please his favorite teacher, he was not yet
able to take a cock down his throat. So he worked hard to take the first
three inches of the man's hard cock into his warm mouth and worked his
tongue around and around the shaft and head.

Trying to keep his attention on the show, Mr. Hudson allowed the tension of
the build-up to opening night release from his body as the beautiful boy
used his hand to stroke the remaining length of the man's dick that
wouldn't fit in his wet mouth. As he supervised the scene on stage and
noted a missed cue to bring up later, he felt fingers fiddling with his
belt. The boy quickly had his belt open and button undone so that he was
able to reach in and grab his goal, the teacher's heavy ballsack.

Nicolas knew that licking Mr. Hudson's sack was the surest way to bring him
close to orgasm, so he lifted the man's scrotum out through the opened fly
and leaned down to drag his tongue all over the loose bag. The boy was
stroking the man's cock quickly while he took each testicle into his mouth
one after the other.

The sensation of the little tongue sliding around his balls coupled with
the fact that hundreds of parents could see him while he was being blown by
a twelve-year-old boy was too much for the pent-up man's sex drive. He used
his hand to gently pull his right nut out of the boy's mouth and aim his
cock back inside. "Finish me," he whispered, loud enough that only Nicholas
could hear, "make me cum, I want you to swallow it all," he told the
beautiful boy.

This was all the encouragement that Nicholas needed, and he stroked the man
as fast as he was able while sucking hard on the erect dick. He loved the
feeling of giving his teacher so much joy, the feeling of the big dick
sliding in and out of his mouth as a torrent of precum seeped out, the
sweet taste mixing with his saliva. Caleb was rapidly being sent over the
edge as he looked at the other boys on the stage, many of whom he would
enjoy at the secret after party, and he felt his orgasm begin with the
gentle caress of his scrotum that Nicholas had begun, dragging his
fingertips lightly across the loose skin.

As the feeling shot through his groin, Caleb felt the surge of the
impending orgasm rise up through his shaft until he unloaded a powerful
first shot right into Nicholas's talented mouth. The man bucked his hips
erratically as shot after shot of warm cum leapt from his cock and filled
the boy's small mouth to overflowing as he struggled to swallow the whole
load. It took Mr. Hudson a moment to catch his breath before the boy let
the softening prick plop out of his mouth, then worked to pack his teacher
back up, pulling the man's underwear down and out to once again gather the
large balls, then taking one last slurp on the bulbous cockhead before it
was carefully placed back inside the man's pants.

Mr. Hudson moved slightly to the side to let his lover out from under the
stand. The boy stood there proudly, his makeup smudged slightly, but
looking as pretty as any girl in school. Caleb knew that he was lucky to be
serviced by such a sweet child. Then he noticed a small stain on the boy's
collar where his semen had apparently dripped. "Go see Tommy's daddy in the
changing room, he'll help you get that stain out," he whispered to the boy.

Nicholas turned around and hiked up his skirt slightly, showing the teacher
his tight-covered legs, "He can help me clean up this one too, he's the one
who left it there," he said as he pointed to a small crusty spot on the
white tights and gave Caleb a sly smile.

"You've had a busy night," Caleb said with a laugh, "now go clean up before
the all-cast numbers." The boy smiled and let his skirt go, then, staying
in character, skipped away to have the men's cum-stains removed by his
friend's loving daddy.

Caleb followed his retreat and couldn't wait until the party tonight.