Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2005 21:57:58 +0000 From: Jorge Grossao Subject: stung-by-a-bee-too STUNG BY A BEE TOO by Jorge Alvarez I was furious with Bee for calling me "the best boyfucker" in our summer camp. Me! An antipedophiliac straight guy! He said that other counselors fucked the boys, so I decided to hunt them in my crusade against pedophilia. I spy on Bee and follow him when he goes for a walk in the woods. There, from afar, I see him hugging our headmaster, Mr. Trolha. What follows leaves me speechless. The boy is going down on the hard dick of the man I consider my ally in the holy fight against pedophilia! A married straight man like me, having his cock sucked by a young boy! Unlike me, who resisted and fought Bee when he forced me to have sex with him, Mr. Trolha, who is a big black guy, is obviously enjoying the little cocksucker, holding him by the ears while he fucks his face like a piledriver. He finally comes, first in the boy's throat, and then, pulling out his huge cock, all over the boy's handsome face. I'm outraged. Especially because this bestial act somehow has pulled at my strings, and I have a raging hardon. I cannot leave such a crime unpunished. I come out from hiding to confront Mr. Trolha. I call him names and try to punch him in the face, though he is much taller. The boy takes advantage and pulls my legs. I fall face down on the grass. Mr. Trolha ties my hands with his tie and pulls down my pants. Then he takes his belt and starts to whip me, telling me to shut up about what I saw, or he'll kill me. I feel angry and humiliated. I have to get back at him. You're a pervert, I say. I bet you're so low you'd even debase yourself to commit sodomy against a straight married man like me. Yes, it would not be beneath you, you scum, to shove that criminal weapon of yours up my behind. My challenge to him backfires. He seems actually to enjoy the idea. He tells the boy to grease my asshole with some vaseline that Bee always carries with him. Then he puts me on all fours and I feel the head of his giant penis parting my buttocks. He even has the gall to say that I have a very fine ass, very fuckable, and that when I was young I must have been fucked a lot. Indeed that happened, but that's why I'm so comitted to stop abuse against boys. Anyway, it's now too late and the head of his dick is already comfortably lodged inside my ring. The big blackstud compliments me for being so loose down there. In fact, that comes with taking plenty of cock up my anus in my youth. At least Mr. Trolha's invasion doesn't hurt at all, though he's huge. Weirdly, the fullness that his cock gives my backside brings back many lost memories of other summers, when I was a little boy and one day my counselor at camp brought me on a boat trip with him, up the lake. Mr. Caralho was his name. He was very handsome, strong, charming, always laughing and making fun. He was my hero. So we're in the boat and he tells me, hey, since it's just the two of us, why don't we take this chance to tan our asses? He says it's great to feel the sun burning your bare ass. So we get rid of our clothes and we lie in the boat, on our bellies, enjoying the beautiful day. I feel good beside him. His hot, strong body is glued to mine, his hairy legs feel great against my smooth skin. He tells me that I have a wonderful butt, delicious he says. I feel proud and self-concious at the same time. Hush, he says, there's a fly on your butt. Hold still, I'll smack it. Plaf! He gives a big slap on my butt. I cry Ouch! He says he killed the fly. Now, he says, let me rub your butt so the pain will go away. I'm sorry to have smacked you. Thats OK, I say, as I shiver from the gentle touch of his magic hands on my plump buttocks. My cock gets rock hard and I can't hide it. He says that it's ok, it shows that I'm enjoying a lot what he's doing. And I can do even better, he says, rubbing his thick finger around my asshole. I moan, it feels so good, I go all limp inside as he fingers me slowly, whispering nice things in my ears, my precious, pretty boy, how much I want you, you make me hard for your beautiful butt. Well, to make a long story short, soon he's lying on top of me, pumping his cock full throttle up my no longer virgin anus, giving me the most wonderful feelings I'd ever had. He came inside me three times that afternoon. It became our little secret, those boat trips, and I always returned with the great feeling of his large cumloads lodged in my butt. I was in heaven. Then one day I can't find him. I'm looking for him all around the camp and someone says that he went out on a boat to the lake. Alone? No, with that little redhead, Cuzinho. I could die then and there. Pain, anger, jalousy, all the bad emotions rage through my young mind. Revenge. I'll get back at him. So I approach the first counselor I see, a fat old guy, and tell him that I've been horny for him the whole summer, that I can't stand anymore, that he absolutely has to fuck me right now. The guy is all excited, I'm sure he isn't getting laid, with so many handsome counselors around to fuck the boys, and I say that I want him to have me in the boathouse. So when Mr. Caralho is back from a long fucktrip with his new boy, he finds me moaning under this ball of grease, yelling that he has the biggest cock that ever fucked me, there's no better boyfucker in our camp, give it to me, daddy, and so forth. I see the pain in Mr. Caralho's eyes. Maybe he still loves me. I don't care, I have to punish him. So next day when he comes back from fucking the redhead, he finds me there again, now being buggered by the two Mexican cooks and their thick pingas. It goes on like this the rest of the summer. I become the camp's biggest slut, but I never get my lover back. All that comes back with the feeling of the headmaster's cock plowing my ass. He's good at it, I have to admit. He knows when the ring needs the head back for a little fucking at the door, then when it's time to plunge back in. He hits my prostate and makes me cum, now and then, this big cock so thick and hard and manly. He makes me feel like a boy slut again. Then little Bee sticks his beautiful penis in my mouth. I'm revolted at the idea of sucking a boy, I'm no pedophile, I hate it, but I'm defenseless, so I surrender and I have to confess that I enjoy it, a lot. Soon the boy is creaming in my mouth. To my horror, Mr. Trolha, while still fucking me, is taking snapshots of me sucking the boy. He shoots as the boy shoots his cream all over my face. Then he stops, his cock deeply buried in me, and starts to shoot not pictures, but a huge load of hot thick cum. I feel every jet as it burns my bowels. I'm cumming again, with all my slutboy memories rushing through my mind. I'm back at the boathouse, with a line of men waiting for their turn to shove their cocks up my young ass. When they pull their cocks off and release me, Mr. Trolha tells me that if I dare do anything about all the boyfucking going on in the camp, he'll send the pictures to my wife and publish them in the papers. I'm doomed. I have no way out, but to accept his conditions. And he tells me to see him in his office later. We have some business to look into, he says. I know what he means. What can I do? grossao13@hotmail.com