Date: Sat, 4 Apr 2009 15:52:53 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Farm Boy Goes Tenting, Part Two" by Jay Roberts  Gay Camping

Note: In part one, poor young Mr. White got called Mr. Smith by error.
Sorry)


Chester lay down on his makeshift bedding and fell quickly to sleep.  Soon
after, he began an odd dream.  He dreamed that he was floating through a
car wash.  Strange.  Those brushless chamois hanging from above were
massaging him sexily, and warm water trickled down on him deliciously.

Although he risked awakening, he had to open his eyes and peek.  A smile
broke out over his handsome face as he realized that those soft chamois
were his tent mate's soft lips and tongues that were lulling him slowly
into a crescendo of passion.

Perry's long body was stretched out along side of him, but with the boy's
head nestled in Chester's crotch.  Perry had a long tongue and it was wound
around Chester's ball sac, nursing away.

Another boy, cute Toby, the short blond kid was working on his nipples,
milking them for feeling, nipping at the little erections.  Gordie, he of
the moonshine supply was working the main event, suckling soulfully at
Chester's feverish cock.

Two boys were pinching his tender ass, giving the muscular cheeks strong
love slaps.  The sounds in the tent were animalistic, chewing, licking,
moaning, biting, slapping and Chester's pitiful cries of passion.

Suddenly Chester stiffened.

"He's goin' blow!" shouted Toby.  There all stopped their work and sat up
to watch the storm build and erupt.  Chester's smooth, fat prick began
jumping and pulling in and out of itself.  His pretty face screwed into a
mask of orgasm, as he was unable to stop the inevitable.  A small bubble of
cum appeared at his piss slit, a sample of what was to come.

He moaned helplessly as his prick mouth opened and a long stream of pearly
spooge hit his gold forelock, his mouth, his chin, his smooth chest and
finally his perfect belly.  He licked his mouth and that brought on the
second less far reaching, but thicker rope of cum.  He swallowed the
milk-like offering as his body heaved out three more shattering spurts.

They watched with amazement.  A couple of the boys licked up the farm boy's
grade A milk.  To their amazement, Chester closed his eyes and in a moment
he was breathing in deep satisfying breaths.

"I guess it's over," said Toby.  "We might as well go to sleep."

"You think?" said Perry.  "I can't turn over with this bat sticking out.
If you excuse me, I'm for a good wank."

There were mutters of agreement and in a minute they were all masturbating
themselves into a dreamless sleep.

Chester woke to a bright sunny morning.  The tent was noisy with kids
running around, brushing their teeth, hitting each other with wet towels
and generally being kids.  Then the shout came, "To the Lake!"

Chester loved swimming.  He got up, quickly washed and ran, nude, toward
the Lake.  He could hear the boy's laughing shouts as they drove into the
cold water.  "Hey, my dick's gone.  My balls are shrunk."  Chester hurried
toward the fun sounds, maybe too quickly, as his bare foot caught in a tree
root.  He twisted his groin and upper thigh painfully.  He fell to a
sitting position, trying to stand the intense pain.  Luckily, one of the
boys caught sight of him.  "Hey, Chester's hurt."

They formed at four-hand carry.  Chester's smooth muscular rump was sitting
warmly on the boy's hands, his arms around their necks.  "Take him to
Mr. White's tent."

Cliff heard the commotion and stepped outside his tent.  In a moment, he
appraised the situation.  "Bring him in my tent.  You guys go on with your
swim.  I'll take it from here."

Chester's face was screwed up with pain as they deposited him on a blanket.
Cliff touched the spot on the boy's thigh that was knotted and red.  "This
is the spot.  I'm going to get some of my special liniment.  Well get you
in shape fast."

He poured a palm full of the sweet smelling stuff and gently wrapped his
hands around Chester's full thigh.  He began moving very softly over the
knot.  Up and down, up and down in almost a masturbatory rhythm.

At first Chester was worried about being touched there, it was so painful,
but as the medicine and the experienced hands of Cliff did their work, he
lay back with a satisfied sigh.  Up and down, up and down.  His cock began
to elongate inch by inch.  Soon his mouth was working with the fun of what
he was feeling.

Cliff saw the boy's full lips puckering out in pleasure and he swooped down
and placed his own aggressive lips against the boy's.  Chester, half dazed
from the massage and his growing horniness, met those lips eagerly.  In a
moment the two young men were pressing avidly against each other's lips,
huffing from the passionate feeling.  Cliff, without planning it, allowed
his hot smooth tongue to touch that of the moaning boy below him.  Chester
met it with his own.  Soon the tent was filled with the cries of passion.

Now Cliff was a seducer.  Chester had been his aim since he first saw him.
That fine ass would be his he vowed.  During the kissing, he kept his head.
He reached down and cupped Chester's hot ass.  Chester's eyes opened in
wonder as he had never though of his rump as a source of passion.  But now
he yearned for more. Cliff sensed it.  He passed his hairy finger over the
boy's pink pucker.  Chester let out a long moan.  "Oh Mr. White pleasure me
more.  I'm near losing my mind."

The fumes of the potent oil scrambled his thoughts, but Cliff knew exactly
what to do.  He inserted his slim finger inside Chester's hole.  It was
steaming hot and clutching at that finger.  Cliff knew he had him.  The boy
was yearning to be fucked, even if he didn't know it.

Cliff inserted three fingers.  He began a fucking motion.  Chester's body
reared up in pleasure and when the wily Cliff began rubbing his prostate,
Chester cried out.  "Oh Mr. White, I heered tell of corn holing.  I have a
mighty need for that now."

Cliff stood up.  His long curving prick stood out from his body.  This was
a seducers prick.  The small head would go in before his victim realized it
and that rest followed in a looping entry.  Chester new was feeling this.

"Hold your legs up boy."  Cliff said this in a demanding voice, not the
cooing voice he had used before.  Chester obeyed, feeling hot all over in
allowing his will to be bent.

In a moment Cliff began slow fucking the newbie.  Chester almost passed out
several times from the intensity of his feelings.  Cliff enjoyed slapping
his face to bring him back.

"Farm boy, get ready to get a spooge enema.  You are so hot I can't keep
from cumming."

Chester barely heard this.  He was fast sliding into his own orgasm.  Cliff
saw the fat cock below him pull into itself, then extend to its fullest and
began to shoot pure white cream over the boy's smooth chest.  The sight was
more than Cliff could stand.  His eyes rolled up.  He could barely continue
his fucking motions, his body locked and Chester cried out as he felt his
insides pelted with hot cum.

After a few minutes rest, Mr. White asked, "How's your sore muscle?"

Chester laughed with glee.  "It's good.  I'm good.  I'm happy fucked out.
Got to get back to the boys.  They must be worried 'bout me."

Chester threw open the flat of the tent.  The boys were playing chess,
reading and napping.  When they caught sight of Chester, they knew
something had happened.  His eyes were shining as if backlit.  His mouth
was stretched in a wide smile.  "Friends, I have some new idees for
tonight."

The kids laughed.  Chester was always a source of fun.  They could hardly
wait.

End