Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2004 12:22:06 EDT
From: Irish3625@aol.com
Subject: Little Hatch 2

Thanks for all of the positve responses on the first part of the "Little
Hatch " story. Your encouragement has given me the impetus to continue the
saga of the 1996 summer camp story.

This story is purely fiction, and is based on my imagination. It does not
depict any actual events or characters, although some of the characters and
events are loosely based on my actual experiences as a member of a Boy
Scout Summer Camp. If you are turned off by sex between boys and other boys
or boys and men please look somewhere else for your reading pleasure. If
these type of stories are illegal in your city, state or country, please
move on to other adventures.

LITTLE HATCH -- BOOK TWO

Chapter Three -- Guilty Feelings

Steve (Little Hatch) got up off my desk, and his dick was still semi erect.
It was shrinking, but it was still over 7 inches in length, and that
beautiful circumcised tip was glistening from the mixture of the remaining
boy cum, and the warm juices from inside my mouth. He still hadn't said a
word, as he walked naked into the front part of the lodge.

By the time I got my white Hanes briefs and Scout Shorts on, he was fully
dressed and ready to leave the Lodge. He ran over, kissed me on the lips,
and told me that he had to go because he was late for the afternoon CIT
meeting. Within an instant, he unlocked the door, and disappeared outside.

I put on my shirt, and walked out of the lodge, and Little Hatch was
running up the road, in the direction of the Staff Quarters and
Administration Building. I just stood there stunned. I couldn't believe
what had just happened. I pinched myself to make sure that I wasn't
dreaming, and, for sure, I was wide awake.

It was then that the initial fear began to set in. Here I was, an adult and
I had just had sex with a 14 year old boy.  I knew it was against the law,
but what was more frightening was that it happened in Scout Camp, and
Little Hatch was working for me. If Steve were to tell the Camp Director,
my hidden desires would be exposed for all to see, aside from the
possibility of spending the next 20 years in a Pennsylvania jail cell. I
got a very sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, and decided to head back
into the lodge, and think about my responses if the matter was reported.

What would I tell my parents? My brother? My friends? I would never get my
Eagle Rank or be allowed to be on any future Camp Staff. My life would be
ruined.  Was it worth it? Hmmmmm, that was a tough question to answer.

As I got back to my desk, I noticed a white piece of cloth tucked under the
blotter.  I reached over, and pulled out a size 16 youth pair of Fruit of
the Loom briefs, with the two thin blue stripes around the waistband --
they belonged to Little Hatch. Now



what do I do? If he turns me in, the evidence is right here in the Nature
Lodge. Did he leave his briefs in error, or were they left on purpose as
evidence that I had just had sex with him? I was in a panic.

Right as I put Steve's FTL's in the top drawer of my desk, I heard the
front door of the Nature Lodge open. My heart stopped! Could the State
Police be here already?  Am I going to be arrested?

I looked around the corner, and saw it was Sean, the Aquatics Director. He
was on his way up to the Athletic Field for Colors. He must have seen my
ashen face, and he asked if I was alright. I just told him that I was
feeling a little sick to my stomach, but that I was feeling good enough for
Colors and dinner.

We left together, and headed for the daily flag ceremony.

When I got there, I was searching the field for Little Hatch. I had to find
out what was going on, and see if he had reported me. More panic, I didn't
see him. All of the CITs were lined up behind the flagpole, but there was
no Little Hatch. The Camp Director, and his 2 Assistants weren't there
either. This was it, I was going to be arrested in front of the entire camp
at Colors. My knees got weak, and I had to lean on the picnic table behind
the bleachers.

I made it through Colors, but still no Little Hatch. The Troops and Staff
headed for the Dining Hall for dinner. I wasn't sure that I wanted to
enter, maybe the Camp Director was waiting for the State Police to arrive,
and they would haul me out of the Dining Hall in handcuffs.

There he was, Little Hatch was working in the kitchen. One of the other
CIT's had to meet his parents in town, and Steve got drafted to fill his
place. Whew! At least he was still here.

When dinner was over, I went over to Steve to tell him that he left his
underpants on my desk. He told me that he left them for me, as a keepsake
of our afternoon encounter.  I breathed a deep sigh of relief, and I still
have those underpants as part of my recently acquired collection of boy
briefs. I try to get a pair of briefs each time I have sex with another guy
-- any age. There are now close to 100 pairs of briefs in my collection.

Little Hatch was back in the Nature Lodge the next morning, and the day
passed as always. There were lots of scouts trying for Ecology Merit
Badges, and most of the sessions were in the morning.

After lunch, I was back on my perch -- the rock overlooking the
lake. There they were, Sean and Rich, on the float in the middle of the
lake, totally naked for their daily routine.



Within minutes of dropping their shorts, Sean was leaning on his side
facing Rich. His circumcised 6 inch dick was fully erect, and pointing
straight at Rich, who was resting on his back. Rich's thick boy dick was
beginning to fill with blood, and expand to its full length and width.

Sean was playing with Rich's nipples, and you could see that they were
getting hard and pointy. Sean's hand was also rubbing the 16 year olds
chest, and down the front to his dark treasure trail. Both were now fully
excited.

Very little foreplay today, Sean reached out and grabbed the dark thick
cock with his fist, and began to move it up and down the veiny shaft. His
movement was pretty rapid, compared to yesterday, and Rich's body was
responding to this manual stimulation as he began to arch his back, and
thrust his hips upward to keep time with Sean' s movements.

Rich must have been really horny, it didn't take long. His first shot of
hot juice hit the middle of his chest. Those 4 or 5 shots that followed
sprayed white fluid all over the both bodies, and as his exploding penis
finally subsided to a slow ooze, Sean bent over and planted a kiss right on
Rich's lips. I am sure, that there was an exchange of tongues, but by then
my glasses were so steamed up, that it was difficult to see.

Sean was licking the boys chest and other exposed skin areas in an effort
to taste the sweet juices of a 16 year old cock and balls. Finally, he took
Rich's entire dick into his mouth, and just bobbed up and down for a few
strokes, to taste all of the delicious fluid.

What happened next, was a little surprising. Rich then sat up and pushed
Sean down on his back. Sean's dick was still at half staff, and Rich took
some of the cum that was still leaking from his fat cock, and rubbed it all
over Sean's six incher. After he got Sean's entire dick covered in cum, he
bent over and swallowed Sean's entire prick in one fell swope, and buried
his nose in the red hair surrounding the base of the Irishman"s man
meat. He had that entire 6 inch dick covered from tip to base. I am sure
that he was tonguing it up and down, as Sean looked relaxed and pleased.

Sean's body began to twitch, and I am sure that his balls were spewing all
of the juice that Rich could handle. Rich's head bobbed up and down, and
finally, he let the older Staff members dick flop out of his mouth, and
continue to get soft after it spent it's final shot of cum. Sean was done,
and both slipped on their shorts, and slid into the lake.

My own dick was now pulsating like crazy, but I wasn't going to make the
same mistake two days in a row -- I kept my hand away from the tenting
white cotton


briefs that was throbbing with the heat and passion of a raging young man's
hard on. No way was I going to shoot my load inside my underpants, and
stain another pair of Scout Shorts. No way was I going to run back to the
Nature Lodge with cum stains all over the front of my uniform shorts and
covering the inside of my Hanes.

I had to wait a couple of minutes for the "urge" to subside. My breathing
was now returning to normal, and my bulge, even at a semi hard stage, was
now smaller, and I hopped down off my rock.

Instead of heading for the Lodge, I walked quickly down the trail to my
private meditation area. I looked all around, and assured myself that I was
alone. I quickly unfastened my belt, snaps and unzipped my fly. My shorts
dropped, just as I reached my thumbs into my briefs waistband. The white
cotton slid easily down my thighs, over the knees and were down to my
ankles.

I stepped out of my uniform pants, and my underwear and grasped my semi
hard dick with my right hand and fist. I slid back the foreskin, and rubbed
the red head with the drops of precum that were rushing from the engorged
tip. I pulled the foreskin back, and started to slowly massage it back and
forth over my extra sensitive tip.

In my mind, I had a mental picture of Sean's head bobbing up and down on
Rich' s fat cock, and then Rich slowly engulfing Sean's red headed nob. As
my mind replayed the scenes, that tingly feeling was beginning to work it's
way from my balls all the way to the tip of my dick. My stomach had that
butterfly feeling, and my breathing was again getting rapid and deep. My
right hand picked up its pace, and the feeling was almost too much to
bear. Here it comes, ooooohhhhhhh, ooooooohhhhhhhhh, YES!!! There it was 5
pulsing shots of white cum spraying the ground around my meditation area.

My knees went weak, and my hand slowed to milk every last drop of my cum
from the hot and rigid man pole. My dick began to tickle, but it was still
oozing the milky fluid.  I got some on my hand, and then moved the hand up
so I could lick my own cum.

I leaned against the tree for a few moments to regain my strength. My dick
was beginning to shrink, but my right hand kept up the motion to move that
foreskin back and forth.

I sat for a moment to get my underpants and shorts back on. Then I covered
the splashes of white juice that was on the ground with dirt and leaves,
and went on my way back to the Nature Lodge for an afternoon of teaching
and dreaming.

When I got to the Lodge, the Scouts for the afternoon class were starting
to arrive. My staff, including Little Hatch, were already prepared for the
class that was scheduled.  So I headed for my office.



As soon as I sat down, Little Hatch poked his head in the office, and told
me that he wanted to see me after he classes had ended that afternoon, and
I agreed that it would be alright for him to stay. Immediately I figured
that he wanted to tell me that what happened yesterday was a mistake, and
that he wasn't gong to report me or anything.  But I guess that my anxiety
will have to wait until 4 pm to see what the " little guy" had on his mind.


Chapter Four -- Little Hatch -- Round Two

The afternoon wore on, and it was soon over. The Scouts were finishing up
with their lessons, the Ecology Staff was cleaning up the Lodge and
reviewing what we had to do the next day. One by one, they drifted off --
heading to the Staff Quarters or to the Trading Post, or where ever. It
took a while, but soon, it was just me and Little Hatch.

I was sitting in my office when I heard to front door latch, and a few
seconds later, there was Little Hatch standing in front of me with that
goofy smirk on his face again.

"What's on your mind?" I asked.

"Cock," he answered.

"What??" I said shockingly.

"Your cock, I want to suck you cock," he said as he slipped off his t
shirt, undid his shorts, and revealed that he didn't have on any
underpants. His huge cock was already stretching out beyond 7 inches -- it
was still growing.

It was amazing, so long, and it stood straight out in front of him. In a
matter of a minute or two, it was out to it's full 10 inch length. It was a
beautiful dick, nice perfectly circumcised pink head, with lots of loose
skin under the tip that at times almost made it feel like he was uncut.

He just stood there, letting me get a full view of his beautiful penis. He
was not tall, after all he was only 14, and stood about 5'3" and I wasn't
sure that he weighed more than 100 pounds. But what a dick he had. There
must be something in the food up here in the Pennsylvania woods, cause this
boy was all dick.

"Well," he said.

"What??"

"Well you going to sit there all day?" he asked. I was very slow to
respond.




"Well, are ya?" he continued.

"Listen, Steve, we got to talk." I said.

"No talk," he answered.

"Really, we got to discuss what's going on."

"What's going on, is that you're trying to pussy out on me. Come on, get
your stuff off, and let me suck your dick."

"I'm not trying to pussy out, it's just not right. I'm an adult, and I
could go to jail if anyone caught us. Not only that, you pop would kill
me." I told him.

"Forget about pop, he's working at the firehouse today, and no one's going
to find us.  I locked the door. Get naked, before I rip your clothes
off!!!"

I was still a little reluctant, but I did reach for my belt buckle and
dropped my shorts to the floor. My briefs were next, and then my t
shirt. My own dick was now pretty hard, and Little Hatch was on it in a
second. He dropped to his knees, and wrapped his mouth around my entire
cock and swallowed the entire thing right to the base and his nose was
buried in the scraggly black bush surrounding my dick and balls.

He worked my dick like a pro, I could tell that he was well experienced in
the art of sucking a cock. I didn't feel his teeth once, and he applied
just the right amount of pressure to keep my foreskin in motion. Every so
often, he would slip his tongue inside the foreskin to lick it and the red
tip it protected. That usually sent chills up and down my body.

He worked at getting me off, his lips and tongue worked in unison. At the
same time his right hand was gently massaging my balls. It felt so good, my
body was like putty in his hands and mouth.

Again, it didn't take long. His expert attention had me ready to cum in
minutes. I told him that I was ready, and he picked up the pace with his
mouth and hands. I could feel the juice building up at the base of my dick,
and working its way to the tip.  Oh, yeah, there it cums as my dick head
began to spew my fluid. He didn't miss a drop. Little Hatch swallowed it
all.

I was spent. I sat back on my desk as he continued to work his hot mouth
and tongue up and down my shrinking instrument. I couldn't take it any
more, so I moved his head away and my dick flopped out with a pop.


"Your cum is sweet," he said. "I love it."

I told him that I knew it was sweet, because I have licked my own cum from
my hands since I was 13 or 14. I also love the taste of cum.

"Ever suck you own dick?" he asked.

"No, my dick is too small for that, have you?" I responded.

"Of course, want to see me suck my own dick?" the little guy said.

"You can't do it. It's almost impossible."

"Watch me," Hatch said.

With that, he jerked himself back to a full erection. It was back to it's
full 10 inches. Long and thin, but a beautiful specimen.

Little Hatch laid across my desk on his back, and lifted his legs into the
air. His dick was poking straight as an arrow, as he bent his back so his
feet were directly over his shoulders. It almost looked like he was going
to poke his eye out with that " deadly spear" jutting out from his mid
section.

He lifted his head, and wrapped his lips around the tip and a few inches of
his own prick. He started to move his head back and forth, and there he was
sucking his own dick.

I thought that it was just something that he could do, but he continued.
Pretty soon, his young teen cock was spraying its sticky fluid into the
back of his own throat. You could tell he was loving it because the sounds
of pleasure he emitted were getting me all sorts of excited again.

When he was finished, his cock flopped out of his mouth, he rested his head
back on the desk, dropped his legs and you could see little spots of cum
mixed with his own spittle covering the tip of that long penis.

"Told you I could do it," he proudly proclaimed.

As he tried to get up, I stepped over and pushed his body back on the top
of the desk, and dropped my head across his mid section, placing my mouth
on his softening boyhood. I could taste the remnants of his climax, and
took as much of his dick into my mouth as it could stand. I swallowed his
tool almost down to the tuft of boy hair beginning to grow around this
instrument.



My hand began to work on his balls, small in comparison to his dick, but
not as small as others his age. There was no resistance as he laid back to
enjoy my attempt at oral satisfaction. These young kids -- it was not very
long -- he rewarded my efforts with several shots of boy juice.

Considering that he had just shot a load into his own mouth, his current
climax of three spurts of teen cum was surprising, but tasted just as sweet
as it did on the previous day. His body relaxed, and the silly "Little
Hatch" smirk came back to his face, he was enjoying my warm moist mouth all
over that huge boy tool.

I didn't want to stop, but his shrinking cock was getting soft, and his
cute boy smile was telling me that his sensitive tip was beginning to
tickle. I kept sucking. His hands came down, and slowly moved my cock
hungry mouth away. I moved my tongue to his shrunken scrotum. His balls had
moved up closer to his body, and they went about the job of reproducing his
juices for the next round of sexual pleasure.

My mind was really into pleasing this boy. I wasn't ready to stop, so I
moved my tongue to the small patch of skin `tween his balls and butt. My
tongue was licking furiously to try to get this boy excited again. I found
his crack, and spread his legs apart so that I could find his boy cunt. He
was wiggling about the desk, and I could tell that he was loving the
attention to his ass.

I found the hole with my tongue, and started to lick his pucker. It was
remarkably clean, considering the time of day. And the haunting scent of
musk was almost overwhelming.  I love to sniff a boys butt, and the taste
is one of the best in the world. .

I wanted to continue, but it was late, and I could hear the guys from the
Waterfront coming up the trail to head for Colors. I moved from his butt,
and kissed Little Hatch on the lips. I told him that we had to go.

I slipped on my Hanes, scout shorts and uniform shirt, and Steve stuffed
his huge dick inside his khaki shorts -- no underpants. He looked sexy
with his dick wrapped around in the front of his shorts, if we weren't in a
rush, I think I would have ripped his shorts off and got back to sucking
him off.

We made our way up to the field for colors, and then to dinner. I kept
trying to peak up the leg of Little Hatch's shorts to see if I could see
his dick head, but however he did it, no one could see his dick even though
his shorts were pretty loose.

After dinner, Little Hatch had a meeting with the Camp Director. The met on
the porch of the Director's cabin, and eventually moved inside the
cabin. Hmmmm, I wonder???


That's all for now, folks. Sorry for the delay in getting this part posted,
but I have been extremely busy these past few weeks. I do hope to post
additional chapters to this story shortly.

Your comments are welcome and appreciated. Please let me know what you
think and if you want to read more. E mail me at Irish3625@aol.com