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Right or Wrong<
Part one: the nudist resort
Goddamn! The kid had a nice dick. Half-hard, it was longer than six inches. Should be over seven fully hard. Maybe, if I kept watching, I would see it erect. Kids his age, about twelve I reckoned, often got erections, and no one thought anything about it. It was a nude resort, and we all walked around naked all day. What twelve-year-old could go all day without a hard-on? I'd already seen a bunch of hard dicks on kids since I'd been at the resort, one of the reasons I kept coming back.
He was horsing around with another boy in a secluded cove I'd stumbled across. They must have crawled through the same hole in the fence that I'd just come through which established the boundries of the resort. They were wrestling, trying to take the other one down. Before long, each of the boys had an erection, and the kid I had my eye on did have a good seven inches. The other boy had closer to five.
Shit! I got an erection watching them, and since others aren't so tolerant of grown men getting erections seeing we should have more control than a twelve-year-old, I looked around for other members, but didn't see anyone but the boys, and they hadn't seen me. I was standing behind a boulder; besides, they were focused on each other.
One of them, the larger boy with the smaller cock, managed to wrestle the other to the ground, falling on top of him. The boy on the bottom stuggled, but the one on top soon had his dick up the other kid's hole and was fucking him. The smaller boy stopped resisting and began jacking himself off.
After very little time, I heard the one fucking say, "Oh...oh...oh fuck! I'm going to cum," and just then, the boy jacking off spurted onto his own stomach. The guy on top fucking him had been raised up supported by his hands, giving me a good view of everything. If they had lasted a little longer, I would have tried to cum along with them.
The boy on top collapsed on top of the other kid, and was resting with his mouth beside the other boy's ear. I couldn't tell if he was saying anything to him or not. Stepping out from behind the boulder, I said, "That was fucking hot." The boy on top rolled off the other, and they sat up. I read panic in their faces. "Hey, it's cool, Guys. I loved the show, and I"m keeping it to myself that I saw it. Hey, if I'm not too old for you, I'd love to join in even. I might show you guys a thing or two."
The kid who had just been fucked still looked scared, but the bigger boy said, "Like what?"
Looking at the smaller boy, I said, "Like how I can deepthroat a seven-inch cock. It is seven inches, isn't it?"
That perked the kid up: "Seven-and-a-half."
"I can do that." I said. They continued sitting on the sand, and I was soon lying on my belly between the kid's legs. His dick was hard before I reached for it. "You do have a nice dick, Kid," I said, grabbing it with my hand and feeding it into my mouth. He sat watching as I buried my nose in what little pubic hair he had, hair darker than the brown hair on his head. It barely rimmed the top of his dick. It didn't take him long to spurt into my mouth, and I swallowed it. Nothing is sweeter than a young boy's cum in my opinion.
"My turn," said the other boy.
"You got his shit on your dick. Go wash it off if you want me to suck it." He washed it off in the surf, and I blew him, but I'm not bragging about deepthroating five inches. It wasn't nearly as big around as the other kid's dick either, pretty average I guess, for a twelve-year-old.
"How big's your dick?" the one with seven-and-a-half inches asked me, staring at my dick wide-eyed.
"Eight-and-a-quarter," I said, and I leaned over to kiss him. They hadn't been kissing and he seemed surprised by my kiss at first but was soon returning it, running his tongue into my mouth. Pushing him back, I guided my cock to his hole. Although he'd just been fucked, it had been with a five-inch cock, so his hole resisted my eight, but it was already well lubed by the other kid's cum, and I was soon inside him, fucking him. He came without touching his cock, which was pretty good since he'd already squirted a couple of times. That's a twelve-year-old for you. At that age, they seem to be able to have an unlimited orgasms. Oh, to be twelve again.
I fucked his friend before turning to the kid with the big cock. "How about it, Kid? You up for fucking me?" I don't often get an opportunity to get fucked by seven-and-a-half inches, and I don't think I'd ever been fucked by kid who had one that big.
He was on me in a flash. I loved his dick; just wish he'd had some staying power. It was his first time to fuck someone I later learned. The other kid had been doing all the fucking.
Of, course, I had to let the other kid have his turn at me, but I was fine with that. He was a good-looking kid, too, and if I hadn't had the other one to compare him to, I would have chosen him anyday. As it was, he was the whipped cream on pumpkin pie, the cherry on a bannan split. He topped off a perfect day of fucking. It had been a couple of months since I'd had a boy, and here, I had two that wanted to fuck and get fucked by me. I was in fucking heaven.
I'd had four orgasms which is a lot for a thirty-year-old. I'm usually good for a couple at the most, and the boys had more than that, so we called it a day.
"Tomorrow?" I said as we were walking back to the clubhouse.
"Sure," they each said.
I hadn't even asked them their names before fucking them. "Shawn," said the smaller one with the bigger cock, when I asked him the next day. The other boy was Casey. He was taller with long legs, had blond hair and a smattering of light brown hair at the top of his cock. You had to look closely to see it.
"I'm Zach," I said. "How long you boys been fooling around like this?"
"We kind of just started," said Shawn.
"Just since you came to the resort?"
"Yeah," said Shawn, but Casey has fooled around before. He was kind of showing me the ropes."
"Is that how he ended up on top yesterday?"
Shawn looked at Casey. "Yeah, he always ends up on top. I haven't fucked him yet."
"Good thing I came along then. You got to fuck me, and you got a decent blowjob out of it, too, didn't you?"
"Yeah, that was cool?"
"Don't you think it's time to return the favor?"
"What do you mean -- blow you?"
"Yeah, I think that would be fair."
"What about him?" he said, indicating Casey.
"I'll have enough left over for him," I said. "I'm not that old."
"I'll never deepthroat that," he said, pointing to my hard cock.
"Don't expect you too. Just expect you to get me off -- and swallow it."
"Yep. I swallowed yours. You'll get used to the taste. You might even get to like it. I sure liked the taste of yours."
"Do it," said Casey, but it wasn't him who was about to get a mouthful of cum.
Anyway, Shawn did it, and I spurted into his mouth. He made a hell of a face when my cum hit the back of his throat, but he swallowed it. Casey kidded him about swallowing my cum, but I told him, "You're next," and after some half-hearted protests, the kid blew me. As a reward, I let both of them fuck me, although it was as much of a reward for me as it was for them.
We sat around talking afterward. "How old are you guys?" I asked.
"Twelve," said Casey.
"Twelve and a half," said Shawn. "Do you think we're gay?"
"Does it matter?" I asked. "Do what feels good. Don't try to label what you do or who you are. Hell, I fuck women sometimes, even though I prefer fucking boys, and I never fuck men my own age. What label do I put on myself, bisexual or kid fucker? To be honest, if I had broader access to boys, I'd probably only fuck them, but that's not the case, so I occasionally fuck women.
"You don't think it's wrong to fuck boys?" Shawn asked.
"Do you think it's wrong to fuck boys?"
"For me?" he said.
"Yeah, for you."
"I don't know."
"Does it feel good? I asked.
"Well, yeah," he said, but I've only fucked you. Casey has fucked me, but I never fucked him."
"I don't know. He never offered, and I liked getting fucked too much to insist."
"And you never got fucked until Casey came along, did you?"
"But you like it?"
"You fucker," said Casey. You fucking love it."
"Do you love it?" I asked.
Shawn shrugged. "I guess."
"Did you like it when I sucked your dick?"
"Yeah, that was cool."
"How about when you sucked mine?"
"It was kinda cool, but spunk tastes weird."
"You'll get used to it," I said. "Now, come over here and suck my dick again."
I thought I'd get some argument from the kid, but he came over and sucked my dick for the second time. He didn't make such a face as he had the first time when I shot into his mouth, and he swallowed it without complaint. For a reward, I let him fuck me. Feeling left out, Casey wanted to do me, but I made him blow me first before letting him.
"You never told us your name," Shawn said.
"You never asked," I said.
"Well, I'm asking."
"Zach," I said. "I guess since we're fuck buddies, we should be on a first name basis."
"Do you ever feel bad about fucking kids?" Shawn asked. He seemed to be the one questioning his sexuality.
"Hey, I'm not doing anything you guys weren't already doing, and I haven't heard you complain when I blow you or let you fuck me. If we count it up, I'll bet the two of you have fucked my ass or my mouth more than I have yours. I've never raped a kid or even fucked one that didn't' want to be fucked. It's not my fault that society's rules are all fucked up. It wasn't always this way."
"What do you mean?" said Shawn.
"In the days of the ancient Greeks, a boy had a mentor who showed him the ropes, and the ropes included sex. Women were for procreation -- for having kids. Love happened between men and boys. The Sacred band of Thebes was entirely made up of male lovers, and they were a formidable fighting force for fifty years. The Greeks knew what it was all about. If it was right for them, who's to say it isn't right for us? Boys have been fucked by men since the beginning of time, and they are being fucked now. Why should we care what a bunch of old fucks in Washington or assholes behind a pulpit think? Have I hurt either of you?"
"No," said Shawn.
"Do you wish you hadn't met me? If you do, why do you keep coming back."
"No, I'm glad I met you," Shawn said. He looked at Casey, who agreed.
I didn't think Casey was having near the moral dilemma Shawn was. Although he hadn't said so, I suspected he'd been fucked by a man before.
"If you guys don't want me to come back, I won't."
"No, we want you to come back," said Shawn. "Don't we, Casey?"
"Yeah," said Casey.
"I'm not sure I have much left to teach you."
"That's cool," said Shawn. "You've taught us a lot."
Casey didn't say anything, and I suspected he had already learned most of what I had to teach. Shawn might not have fucked him, but someone had. My eight inches had slid up his ass without protest, and the taste of my cum hadn't surprised him like it had Shawn.
"Is Casey the first guy you fooled around with?" I asked him.
"Yeah," said Shawn.
"So, what did he do, walk up to you, say, `You're cute. I want to fuck you?'"
"No, nothing like that. We were horsing around, wrestling and shit, and it just happened. The next thing I knew, he was on top of me with his dick in me. It just happened."
"You're not saying he raped you.?"
"No, I wanted it I guess. I just didn't know I wanted it. After the first time, I couldn't get enough."
"Are you getting enough now that there's two of us?"
"Not really. I still jack off in bed at night."
"Little sex maniac, are you?"
"Do you think so?"
"No. I'm just kidding. You're a normal twelve-year-old boy."
"Twelve-and-a-half," he said.
"Okay, twelve-and-a-half. Sex is about all a kid your age thinks about. It's perfectly normal. I was the same when I was your age. I couldn't keep my hands off my dick, and I stuck it in about anywhere it would fit."
"How old were you the first time?" Shawn asked.
"The first time for what?"
"The first time for anything -- everything."
"I was jacking off by the time I was eight although I was almost ten before I had my first dry orgasm. I was jacking off a fourteen-year-old neighbor when I was eight. I sucked his dick when I was nine. He was fucking me by the time I was ten. I squirted the first time when I was eleven."
"Did you fuck him?"
"The kid who fucked me?"
"Nope. It was strictly one way. I blew him and he fucked me, although, when I could squirt, he would jack me off while I blew him."
"When did you first fuck someone?"
"When I was twelve."
"Who was it?"
"A ten-year-old neighbor kid who hung around me all the time. I think, with him, it was like me and the kid who fucked me, only the roles were reversed. I was the one showing him the ropes. Isn't that what it's about, an older boy showing a younger boy what sex is all about?"
"I'm older than Casey."
"Yeah, but I'll bet Casey learned from an older boy, from a man even, and I've taught you a thing or two, haven't I?"
"Yeah, I guess," he said.
"Who taught you, Casey?" I asked.
He hesitated then said, "My cousin."
"How old was he?"
"And how old were you at the time?"
"Ten," Casey said.
"Did it hurt you?" I asked.
"It hurt the first time?"
"That not what I mean," I said, "Did it wreck your life. Have you suffered for it?"
"No, I don't guess. I liked it, and we do it every time I stay at his place. He still fucks me when I go over."
"Do you fuck him?"
"No, Shawn was the first boy I ever fucked. Him and you are the only ones I have."
"Anyone else fucking you?"
"Mr. Reynolds, my sixth-grade math teacher," Casey said. "He has a dick at least as big as yours."
"Has he ruined your life?"
"No, I like for him to fuck me."
"See," I said, "I wasn't the first man to fuck Casey."
"Were you ever fucked as a kid by a man?" Shawn asked.
"Yep. By a couple of them."
"Who was first?"
"My uncle. At least, he was officially a man, but at nineteen, he was a kid really. I was twelve at the time. If anything, I seduced him. I was already being fucked by Bobby, the kid back home."
"We were in bed -- I slept with him when I was at Grandma's -- and I casually laid my hand on his thigh. When he didn't brush it away, I moved it upward until it was resting on his hard dick. That's all it took. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, fucking me. We spent most of the time I was there fucking, in bed, in the barn, just about anywhere we could be alone."
"Did you ever fuck him?"
"No, I'm kind of like you, Shawn, more of a bottom than a top. Oh, I like to fuck young boys like you, but I like getting fucked as much or more than I like fucking. When I saw that cock of yours, I knew I wanted it up my ass."
"Do you think I'm a...bottom?" said Shawn.
"Yeah, if I hadn't offered to let you fuck me, I think you'd still be a virgin in that regard. I think you would have gone your whole vacation getting fucked by Casey and never insisting that he reciprocate."
"You really think so?"
"Yep. Had you even really thought about fucking him?"
"I don't guess. I liked it too much that he fucked me."
"Hey, that's cool," I said. "Some of us are meant to be on top and some of us on the bottom. I like it both ways, but that's me. What about you, Casey? Which do you like best?"
"He shrugged: "It depends on who I'm with. It seemed natural to fuck Shawn instead of letting him fuck me, but I wanted you to fuck me more than I wanted to fuck you."
"What about your uncle?" Shawn asked me. "Does he still fuck you?"
"No," I said, "the fucker got married and has kids of his own. Besides, he's closing in on forty and has got fat, not my type anymore. Anyone you want to fuck you back home, Shawn?"
"Yeah, my next-door neighbor."
"Is he married?"
"No, I think he's gay."
"Then, what's stopping you?"
"I don't know. I didn't think he'd want me since I'm a kid, and I wasn't sure I wanted to be fucked until Casey fucked me. I didn't know what I wanted him to do, jack me off maybe, since that was all I'd ever done. I know I wanted to see and hold his dick. I guess I wanted to jack him off."
"What's he going to do if you put a move on him? I guarantee, the most he will say is, `No,' and you won't have lost anything. No gay guy is going to tell a gay kid's parents that the kid propositioned him. I can assure you of that. At the most, he will politely turn you down. Besides, you don't have to say, `I want you to fuck me.' Just drop a few hints and accidently let him see that seven-inch cock of yours hard. He'll get the idea, and I'll bet you get fucked."
"Do you really think he'll want me?"
"If he doesn't, he's fucking blind, an idiot, or he isn't gay like you think he is. When I saw you on the beach with Casey's cock up your ass, I knew I had to have you. You're a cute fucker, and I guarantee you any guy in his right mind would want you, even if he doesn't normally fuck kids.
I left the next day, but before I left, Shawn stopped by my room to give me his phone number. As soon as I opened my door, the kid got a hard-on and I invited him in for one last fuck, fucking him in a bed for the first time. I was going to miss the kid. Besides his big dick, he had about the sweetest ass I'd seen on a boy. It was round and fully packed. Pants wouldn't fall off that boy. "Let me know how it works out between you and the neighbor," I said. A few weeks later, I got a call from him, and he wasn't shy about telling me all the details.
Part two: The Seduction of Ryan Wilkins as told by Shawn Reid.
I've really missed you Zach, you and your dick. I wanted to tell you about what happened with my neighbor, Ryan.
Like you suggested, I started out slow. The first thing I did was throw my football into his backyard, and go his front door. "Hi. I'm Shawn, the kid from next door. Remember me?"
"Of course, I remember you, Shawn. What's up?"
"I -- uh -- threw my football, and it landed in your backyard. I wondered if I could come in and get it?"
"Sure," he said. "Anytime that happens, just go in the backyard and get it. The side gate isn't locked."
"I wouldn't want you to think I was messing around where I didn't belong."
"Shawn, you can come over anytime."
"You mean that. I can come over, even if it's not to get my football?"
"Of course, you can. Just make sure you check with your parents first to make sure it's okay."
"Cool," I said, sitting down on the couch."
"I thought you had to get your football," Ryan said.
"Oh, yeah," I said, and he led me to the sliding glass door to the backyard. I went to get my football, glanced at the side gate, the closest way back to my house, but screwed up my courage and went back to where he was standing at the sliding doors.
He grinned at me. "Want to come in and visit a while?"
"Yeah, sure," I said and took a seat on the couch in the den.
"Want a Coke or something?" he asked.
"Please." He got me one out of the fridge from behind the bar, poured it over a glass of ice and brought it to me. I sat fidgeting, unsure what to say. Finally, I blurted out, "We just got back from a nudist resort."
"Really?" he said. "Was it your first time at one?"
"No, we go every year."
"Did you meet anyone nice?"
"Yeah. A kid my age named Casey and a man about your age named Zach."
"What did you guys do at the resort?"
"We went to the beach and stuff. We found this neat place where no one went but us."
"What did you do there?" He had one eyebrow raised.
"We fooled around."
"Like fooled around doing things you could or couldn't tell your parents?"
Fuck! It wasn't going well. You told me to go slow, and I had practically already propositioned him. "Not exactly. Did you tell your parents everything you did when you were twelve?"
"Hardly, but I guess you're going to tell me, huh?"
"Uh...I don't know. Not if you don't want me to."
"What do you expect is going to happen if you tell me?"
"I don't know. If I tell you, you won't tell my parents, will you?"
"So, it's something you don't want them to know, is it?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"You guess, or are you sure it's something you don't want them to know?"
"I'm sure I don't want them to know it."
"Did the man do something to you and the other boy?"
"No...well maybe, but he didn't hurt us. We wanted it to happen."
"Did he touch you?" I knew he was asking if you had touched my dick.
"Do you promise not to tell anyone. I won't tell you unless you promise."
I guess he could have gone back on his promise, but I didn't think he would, and anyway, I had said only your first name. I don't even know your last name.
"Yeah, he touched me."
"Did he touch the other boy?"
"And you didn't tell anyone?"
"Do you want me to tell anyone?"
"NO! You promised you wouldn't."
"And I keep my promises. I just want you to know I'm here for you any time you need to talk to someone."
"Thanks," I said. "I'd better go I guess."
I figured I'd taken it as far as I could the first day, and maybe, I hadn't done too badly. He saw me to the door.
"Come back anytime," he said. "I want you to know I'm here for you."
"Do I have to tell my parents first?"
"Well, under the circumstances, maybe not since we're keeping this just between you and me." Placing his hand on my shoulder and squeezing it, he added, "Come back anytime you want to talk."
The next day, I was watching for him when he got home from work. After he went inside, I gave him a few minutes to unwind, and went over. I rang his doorbell, and he came to the door. He had changed into a t-shirt and lounging pants. "Can I come in?"
"Sure," he said, stepping aside to let me in.
"Are you busy? I could come back some other time."
"No, that's fine. I have to fix some dinner, but I was going to relax a little first, anyway."
"I could help you."
"Help me? How?"
"Fix dinner. My mom says I'm a good cook."
"Won't your parents be expecting you home?"
"No, this is their bridge night. They won't be home until late."
"And, they just leave you at home by yourself?"
"I'm not a baby. I'm twelve-and-a-half. I can take care of myself."
"Of course, you can. Would you like a Coke?"
"Yeah. Can I have it with ice like the last time?"
"Sure you can," he said, getting the Coke and ice out of the fridge behind the bar and the glass out from under it. He poured the Coke over the ice and brought it to me before sitting down in the chair on the other side of the coffee table. I took a sip of the Coke and set the glass down on the coffee table. He watched me, but didn't speak. Screwing up my courage, I took another sip of Coke before speaking.
"You asked me if he touched me."
"Yes. Did he?"
"You mean down there, don't you?" I said, glancing down at my crotch.
"Yeah. Did he?"
"Yes, but he did more."
"Yeah. He stuck his thing in me."
"Where did he stick it?"
"In my butt and in my mouth."
"That's rape," he said. "We have to tell someone."
"NO!" I shouted. "It wasn't rape. I wanted him to fuck me. He didn't make me do anything. Didn't you ever have sex with a man when you were a kid?"
"How do you even know I'm gay?"
"You are, aren't you?" He nodded. "Well, were you ever fucked by a man?" He said nothing, so I asked again, "Well, were you?"
"Did you tell anyone?"
"Did you hate him for doing it?'
He shook his head: "No, I loved him. I loved him for a long time. In some ways, I still do. Do you love this guy?"
"Not like that," I said. "I like him a lot, maybe love him like a friend, but I'm not in love with him."
"Was he your first?"
"My first man, but the other kid, a boy name Casey, fucked me first. The guy -- the man -- stumbled upon us fucking, and he just kind of joined in. He looked at my dick and said, "I bet I can deepthroat that seven inches, and I let him try. He did it, too."
"You've got seven inches?" Ryan said.
"Seven-and-a-half. Want to see?"
"Whoa, Boy. Not so fast," he said, as I started to push down my shorts. My dick was hard, and I wanted him to see it. He must have known it was hard since it was tenting my shorts. "So, he sucked your cock?"
"Yeah. Then, he sucked Casey's. After that, he fucked both of us. He has eight inches. How much do you have?"
"Not that much," said Ryan.
"As much as me?"
"Not if you've really got seven-and-a-half, but you don't have me beat by an inch even."
"How much do you have?"
"Well, if you must know, six-and-three-quarters."
"I'll bet you know how to use it."
"I haven't had any complaints."
"Do you have a boyfriend -- a lover?"
"Not at this time," he said.
"Do you want to make love to me?"
He sat for a long time without saying anything, then said, "What I want to do, and what I will do, aren't necessarily the same thing."
"Does that mean you want to fuck me? I want you to. I love you."
"Love me? You hardly know me."
"I don't care," I said. "I was in love with you the first moment I saw you the day you moved in. I jack off imagining I'm I'm with you and that you're fucking me."
"Yeah, but you're twelve and I'm twenty-six."
"How old was the guy who fucked you?"
"But you loved him."
"Yeah, but it didn't work out because of the difference in ages. He broke my heart. Aren't you afraid I'd break yours?"
"It would be worth it if I can have you?"
"You want me that badly?"
"Well, let me see your seven-and-a-half inches, but I'm not promising anything."
I had my shorts and underpants down in a flash and even pulled off my t-shirt. I was buck naked. I had even kicked off my flip-flops. Staring at my hard dick, he said, "It does look about seven-and-a-half."
"Can I see yours?"
He looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, "Well, I guess if you spend your summers at a nude resort, it won't hurt you to see another naked man," and he took off his clothes. When I saw his dick was hard, I knew I had him. Stepping up to me, he tilted my face up and kissed me. I kissed him back, running my tongue into his mouth. He dropped his hand to my dick, and I spurted as soon as he touched it. He picked me up and carried me to his bedroom, and put me on his bed. The next thing I knew, he was on top of me, kissing me. Reaching down, I grabbed his dick and guided it to my hole. He let me, and it was soon inside me. He was fucking me.
He didn't offer to suck my dick; nor did he touch my dick again; he just fucked me, and that was enough for me. It was all I wanted. When we'd had enough, I helped him cook dinner.
I went back the next night, and he fucked me again. I go over most nights. We don't talk about the right or the wrong of it. We just do it.
Thanks, Zach. I owe it all to you.