Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2007 12:10:57 -0700 (PDT) From: SauronTheDarkLord Subject: If Only VII - Survivor Canaan At the request of several of you – and I really appreciate the feedback – Sean is back. Of course, since Sean is a minor and our protagonist is of legal age, any actual sexual activity between them would be inappropriate. Incredible fun, but inappropriate. So read on and enjoy. The end of Sean's confirmation process, which included his introduction to mutual jerking off and blow jobs, as well as its more conventional aspects, was a formal Sunday ceremony. Confirmation put the service on the wrong side of the 45 minute standard, and consequently imperiled my chances of catching the first pitch of the Cub game. However, since Sean was my friend, and the Cubs were in one of their series of decade-long slumps, I had two bases to rationalize the decision. Eventually the service ended and Sean, in his suit, and Caitlyn and Miranda, in their white dresses, retired to the receiving line and reception in the Community Room. I paid my respects to the confirmees and then went to find some food. Someone had made a cake for the occasion, the typical wedding/graduation/whatever cake which seemed to be covered with a lethal combination of powdered sugar and Crisco. The sight of it would have killed any diabetic within 200 meters. I got some coffee and staked out a chair in the corner. Sean finished his duties in the reception line and plopped down in the chair next to me. "Today I am a man." "I think that's a bar mitzvah, not confirmation." "I was feeling ecumenical." "Good of you. How come no white?" "You of all people should ask." "I can't believe they would be that upset about a blow job." "They considered it fucking your mouth, so I'm no longer a virgin." "Picky, picky." "Hey, I gotta go be sociable some more. You comin' to the place?" "Thinkin' about it." "Pasta salad, I hear. And the iced tea was brewing when I left. Besides, you can watch the Cubs lose tomorrow." "Of that I am sure. One-ish?" "I expect. Mom's just gonna set the food out and let people attack it at their convenience." "Potato salad should get really good by 4:00 or so." "We have 9-1-1 on speed dial." "They do autopsies?" "Only if you're dead. See you one-ish." Sean was right about the Cubs. They had given up six runs in the bottom of the first to the Phillies, but to his credit, their starting pitcher had managed to get two Philadelphia batters out in the mean time. I switched off WGN and pulled into the Reilly farm. Apparently I wasn't the only one with a radio. Sean gave me a wave and held up six fingers, followed by a clenched fist. Given the makeup of the group, I thought it unwise to respond with a hand signal of my own. On the chance that seating and table space would be limited, I wore jeans instead of khakis. It was one of the better decisions I had made in a while. In addition to the variety of salads Char usually put out, she had added spaghetti and lasagna to the menu. Light clothes tended to attract tomato sauce; denim was indifferent. When you had your plate balanced on your lap such things mattered. There were two lawn chairs unoccupied when I got through the chow line, all the places at the tables having been taken up long before. As I grabbed one of the chairs, Pastor Tom took the other. "Your Holiness" I greeted him. "Stu, if you keep calling me that I am going to have to start taking confession." "Or rather Pastor Tom." "Do I want to know why that stuff about confession always works with you?" "I can't imagine why. My life is an endless sea of boredom, broken only by bits of monotony." "Please, I'm eating." "Good idea. Char has really set a table today." Tom and I proceeded to demolish our lunches, and we headed back for dessert. Tom had brownies and ice cream. I had more lasagna. "So Stu, what are you doing next week?" He had caught me in the middle of a bite of dessert and it took me a minute to answer. "I had thought about taking some time off work. Weather's supposed to be decent, maybe get outdoors some." "You golf?" "Not so much anymore. It got to be more like an Easter egg hunt." "Try hitting it in the short grass." "Thanks, Tiger. So what's the big deal with next week?" Tom paused. It was apparent that a request was coming. "You want me to do the Jesus film festival again?" Last year I had put together a collection of Hollywood accounts of the life of Christ, as interpreted by Jeffery Hunter, Max von Sydow, etc. and run them as a series of Saturday double features. The reaction was, let's say, mixed. "I think Quentin Tarantino would be an easier sell to some of the members. No, this actually fits in with your plans." "The ones I don't have?" "Exactly." "How convenient. Since I'm already sitting down, why don't you tell me what I'm going to be doing?" "You've heard of Lake Canaan?" "Yeah, church camp. I remember the time the scouts came back and put their wet camping gear in the nursery." "That's the one. Our congregation has been tasked with providing adult supervision for next week's session. I was able to get people to cover on Monday and Tuesday..." "And you need someone to give them a ride, no problem." "Try again." "This doesn't have anything to do with Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, does it?" "Not exactly." "How so?" "Friday only goes `til 6:00 p.m." "Tom, I..." Sean bolted up. "So is he going to do it, Tom?" "Sean, he appears to be giving it consideration." "From the look on his face, either that or the potato salad turned earlier than usual." Obviously I had not done much of a job masking my emotions. "Gentlemen, you know how patient I am with anyone, let along what I would expect to find at a camp. And you also know what some members of the congregation think my marital status implies." A bachelor in his 40's was automatically assumed to be gay. Now I had made the acquaintance of more cocks than I could recall, Sean's being among the more recent, but I had also made a similar number of female friends. Truth was, I had recognized that I would be a good person to not live with, and that was the basis of my lifestyle. "Stu, I don't think that's an issue." "Oh come on, Tom, give him some grief about it. I want to see Brenda again." Tom's eyes rolled out of his skull. There had been some comments a year or so earlier that I had been intended to overhear regarding issues of sexual preference. Rather than respond immediately, I waited until next Sunday's service. By that time I had contacted several escort services, and other purveyors of female companionship, and located a young lady who was the owner of one of the largest sets of breasts I had ever seen. After having assured myself that she was capable of polite conversation, and owned a dress that was not cut down to the navel, I arranged to pick her up Sunday morning at 9:30. As we walked in at 9:55 for the 10:00 a.m. service you could hear the necks cracking from whiplash. Brenda smiled demurely as we took our seat in the pew and I maintained as much of a poker face as I could manage. It turned out she had a serviceable soprano voice as well, and, notwithstanding the fact that she caused Pastor Tom to lose his place in the sermon four times, was the hit of the service. Or at least I assume so, because most of the male members of the congregation seemed to feel a duty to pay their respects. Forgoing my usual five to seven cups of post-service coffee, Brenda and I left arm-in-arm. We had just left the parking lot when Brenda gave me what could have been a glare. "You want to tell me what that was about?" Sometimes, rarely, but sometimes, I can be quick on the uptake. "You want to know why you were being displayed?" "If you can figure it out, why did you do it?" I explained the incident the previous week. But as I thought about it, I started to feel a little bit guilty. "I can see where I may have compounded one wrong into another. I don't always buy all this shit about objectification, but bringing you into that situation might have been disrespectful. It was nothing you deserved." Brenda laughed. "Shit. That doesn't bother me at all. I was just giving you a hard time. Do you think I'd be working for the service if I had a problem with showing off my boobs?" "That could be considered somewhat incongruous." "Although..." "Although what?" "You haven't made a move on me yet. Maybe you are gay." "That wasn't in the contract." "No it wasn't. But I'm on my own time now." My reverie was interrupted by the insistent voice of Sean. "I shouldn't have mentioned Brenda, I seem to have distracted him." "Ah, no, I was actually thinking about my schedule next week." "Don't lie in front of Pastor Tom. The lightning might hit me." "Collateral damage occurs." "So, gentlemen." Tom was trying to get the conversation back on course. "I can make it, Tom" said Sean. "You?" I asked. "Yeah, they need counselors, too. And Caitlyn and Miranda want to do the camp thing, it's their last year." "So if I completely lose my mind and accept, what am I supposed to do?" "You'd be responsible for the counselors, and as much of the operation of the camp as you feel like. Or as little. You just have to be there and be over 21." "I can do the 21. What time do I start?" "Campers get up at 6:30, so you have to get the counselors up to get the campers up, so I'd say maybe 6:00." "And who gets me up?" "Your innate sense of responsibility" suggested Sean. "If I had sense of any sort, innate or otherwise, this discussion would have long been over." "But since you don't?" "Alright. Maybe there's a circle of hell that has climate control." "Great." Mission accomplished, Tom got up and left. Sean took his chair. "So which was it? Me, or checking out Caitlyn at the pool?" "Pool? I thought it was a lake." "They haven't let people swim for a couple of years now. Runoff or something. But don't dodge the question." "You're not going to insist on honesty are you?" "'Fraid so." "I'm thinking of watching Caitlyn at the pool all day, and working out the resulting sexual frustration with you all night." "That would have been my guess. But we'll have to do some logistical tricks here and there. You'll see when you get to camp." "If I wake up before it's time to go." "Oh, you'll wake up alright. Caitlyn talked Mom into letting her get a two-piece this summer." "String bikini no doubt." "You wish. Probably covers more skin than a raincoat. But that just leaves more to your vivid imagination." "You just like the idea of me relieving my sexual tension with you." "A welcome by-product to be sure. If I don't catch you before you leave, see you bright and early Wednesday." Sean was half right. I woke up...make that got out of bed...about 4:00 a.m. Wednesday morning and made the drive to Lake Canaan. Having never made the drive before, I miscalculated the length of the trip, and arrived at camp at about 5:15. I was consoling myself with the idea of getting another 45 minutes sleep and had closed my eyes when there was a knock on my windshield. I opened my eyes to see an impossibly cheerful face for this, or any other time of day. "Hi there. Another early bird I see." "Not exactly. Just a poor map reader. It's supposed to be 6:00." "Oh well, nothing like an early start on the day." Except dental work without Novocain, I wanted to reply. "Just a little early for me. Is there a map or something around here? I've got to go wake Sean Reilly at 6:00, and I don't want to wander into a girls cabin by mistake." So I lied a little. "Sean's got the Challengers, so that would be down that trail over there by the mess hall. You may want to take a flashlight when you go. Tree limbs and all." "Thanks. I appreciate the directions..." "Bob. If I have my information right, you're Stu." "I can't vouch for anything this early, but that sounds familiar. Thanks again, Bob." As anal as it may sound, I traveled pretty much prepared for any emergency. So I did have a flashlight in my trunk. It wasn't exactly an X-files-throw-a-beam-half-a-mile flashlight, but kept me on the trail. Bob's directions were accurate. There seemed to be only one cabin, and on the bulletin board outside the door was a handmade sign saying "Welcome Challengers." It seemed promising. I opened the screen door and to my surprise someone had maintained the hinges so the door opened and shut in silence. From what I had been told, the counselors had their own private rooms, and so I tried to locate them as quietly as possible. Reaching the end of the cabin, there were two doors. On one there was an index card with "Scott" printed on it. On the other was an index card bearing the name "Sean." Making allowance for the possibility that Scott and Sean might have switched cards just to screw with people, I quietly opened what I believed was Sean's door. My belief was correct. Sean was laying there with a sheet covering him from the waist down. Although it was hard to tell in what little light there was, the sun having started to creep up, it appeared he may have gotten some color. The thought of how his nips would look with a little tan to set them off almost had me salivating. I pulled a chair up beside his bed and looked at him a little more. Since no one else was up and around, or, if they were, were being damn quiet, I decided to get a good look. Pulling the sheet off him, I saw that he had worn his briefs to bed, and that either he was gonna have to take a serious leak when he woke up, or was enjoying the hell out of his REM sleep. I started tapping him on the shoulder, and whispered "Sean, Sean" in his ear. Those efforts failing, I upgraded the tapping to a shake. That brought results. "Who the heck... "It's Brenda." "Stu, you're early." "Solely by accident. Having a nice dream, Sean?" "Yeah, I dreamed you were gonna get here early and suck me off." "Far be it from me to deny a young man his dream." "Careful, the bed squeaks." "Stand up then, on your feet, I mean." I pulled Sean's briefs down over his hips, and released his gorgeous erect cock. "I have so missed this" I admitted. "Me, too. I haven't jerked off for three days, I wanted to save it for you." "You're a thoughtful young man. Now let me suck your cock." Although it can be a serious faux pas in some situations, I nevertheless looked at my watch. 5:55. Sean was going to have to take the express. I took most of his shaft in my mouth, and drew my lips and tongue along him until I reached the head. To speed up the process, I put my thumb and a couple of fingers at the base of his cock and started squeezing the end that I did not have in my mouth. He was delicious. If I never had another thing in my mouth but Sean's cock it would be fine with me. My love of cock, plus my...hmmm...feelings toward Sean gave me almost as much pleasure as I was giving Sean. Sean had been giving me a straight answer about saving his load for me. Three days is an eternity – especially for someone his age – and it was still 5:58 when he exploded in my mouth. I milked every drop I could from him. "I imagine that beats what you get in the mess hall around here." "Pretty much. Unless you get off over powdered eggs." "Only if they're made with powdered milk and dehydrated water. Like the astronauts have." "You can't fool me. Astronauts live on Tang." "You're too young to remember Tang. And if you find any at home, don't try to drink it. Now it's about time to get your clothes on and wake your flock, no?" "What about you?" "Don't worry about that now. I promise you'll get a load or two from me between now and 6:00 Friday." "I'd better." It was light enough that I didn't need the flashlight to get back to the main camp. Since no one was in the office yet, I went to the mess hall to try to find some coffee. Although there was nothing being brewed, there was some hot water, some envelope-sized individual portions of Folgers, and cups. Good enough. As I was nursing my caffeine, Bob came over and sat beside me. "You find Sean alright?" "Yeah, thanks. I think he is trying to roust his crew now." "We'll be able to tell soon enough. They are far from quiet." I finished my cup, and then made another and returned to my spot. "Bob, another question." "Shoot." "Actually two questions. First, there must be somebody I report to. Second, there is probably somewhere I'm supposed to stay." "In answer to your first question you'll need to find Betty. She's the camp director, probably be in the office before long. But I can tell you what you have to do is basically be a liaison between her and the three cabins you're responsible for." "That would be Challengers..." "Challengers, Champions, and Disciples. The guy from your church who had that duty left last night after lights out." "I'm surprised I didn't see him on the way in. So what do you do?" "I have the other three boys cabins: Crusaders, Apostles, and Warriors." "How's the week gone so far?" "No broken bones. Normal amount of homesickness. Some poison ivy and poison sumac here and there. Not many ticks." "So what do we do? Just walk around and see what the counselors need?" "Yeah, that's about it. Keep the kids under control; keep Betty informed." "That sounds deceptively simple." Bob laughed. "The operative word there, as you realize, is deceptively." Our conversation was terminated by the arrival in the mess hall of the Challengers, Champions, et al, who could not have made more noise if they had been the Chinese Army with tin cans tied to their asses. I located Betty and introduced myself. She gave me directions to my cabin and I got most of my stuff unpacked before breakfast was over. Although I had had my coffee, and Sean had been thoughtful enough to provide me with about 10cc of protein, I grabbed a couple of doughnuts and followed the mob of kids to their first assembly. As it was a church camp, the day began with prayers, singing, devotions, and all the associated activities. With the six girls cabins, there must have been about 200 campers, with 24 counselors. Probably about right. Hopefully the adults would have little to do but appear to be interested and watchful. Following the opening ceremonies, the campers broke up into groups. Some went hiking, some did crafts, some did sports and games, some got to use the pool. Because it was a church camp, boys and girls were not allowed to use the pool at the same time. I was not surprised at that; it was probably standard operating procedure for every church camp. But Sean had piqued my curiosity, and my libido, when he mentioned Caitlyn's new suit. And now I was apparently to be disappointed. As the Challengers were finishing up their lesson on how to carve a big piece of wood into, well, a smaller piece of wood, I mentioned the pool schedule to Sean. "Not to worry," Sean advised. "They go boy, girl, boy, girl and all that. Caitlyn's cabin goes right before ours. You should be able to go on ahead and make sure everything is ready for us, and by an incredible coincidence my sister should still be in the pool." "And if she's smokin' hot, you'll know who I'm gonna be lookin' for next." "I should hope so," Sean grinned. "I haven't gotten a blow job in over four hours." From crafts, the Challengers had sports and games, and then the pool. That meant that Caitlyn's cabin – the Esthers, I believe – would be in the pool now. After about 30 minutes of watching 10 or 11 Challengers watch 5 or 6 Challengers kick a soccer ball around, I informed Sean that I was going to head up to the pool to make sure everything was ready for our group. "See you later, pervert" he replied. I had managed to pick up a clipboard in the office, which I now carried for the purpose of having something to make me look official. The day's schedule was attached. Arriving at the pool I located the person who appeared to be the pool manager. "Hi. First day for me. I just wanted to make sure this is where my crew was supposed to be next." "This is the pool, and in 20 minutes it will be full of Challengers." "Thanks, I just didn't want to mess things up for the kids." "You know what. You might want to read the pool rules and stuff before they get here. They're a load to supervise, and we could use some extra help." "Can I just take one of those chairs?" "If it's empty, it's yours." I sat down in one of the lounge chairs, with the rules attached to the clipboard. Although from the attention I was paying to the clipboard, it might as well have been a restaurant menu. Gazing over the top of my sunglasses, I saw Caitlyn. It wasn't a string bikini, but it wasn't a raincoat, either. The top was scooped out enough to expose just the hint of her boobs. The bottom was cut a couple inches below her navel, and exposed a non-trivial portion of her cheeks. I was halfway surprised that Char would let her pick out something that revealing for church camp. I reluctantly took my eyes off Caitlyn and did a quick scan of the pool rules. Nothing out of the ordinary, but it seemed that there was a growing tendency to rely more on rules and policies, and less on common sense. Whatever. Locating the manager, I asked her if she wanted the rules back. "Nope, yours to keep. They make sense?" "They seem to. I expect the kids will always find something to do that will keep you off balance though." "They wouldn't be kids if they didn't." "Truth. Well, I'm off to round up the Challengers." When I got to the cabin, I got a little bit of a surprise. Actually, a number of surprises. Or, hell, whatever you want to call it when you walk into a cabin full of nude 10-12 year olds changing into their swimming trunks. I tried – really tried – to keep my glance on where I was going, and succeeded for the most part. Giving a brief knock on Sean's door I entered without breaking stride. Sean was as naked as his Challengers. "Am I the only one in camp wearing clothes?" I asked. "Don't tell me your problems. Whatcha think of my sister?" "That ass is gonna get me in trouble some day." "Sooner than her boobs, probably." "And then to come back here and walk through your harem." "I thought you'd like that." "Nothing to be jealous of, though. You just like it because it makes me more depraved when I get you alone." "Which, unfortunately, will not be for awhile. Let's get this mob in the water." As we made our way up to the pool, Sean introduced me to Scott. He was a classmate of Sean's, and seemed to be somewhat of a jock. He had actually been trying to explain soccer to the Challengers. "You gonna have them ready for the World Cup by Friday?" Scott laughed. "I asked for another 48 hours but FIFA wouldn't budge. Afraid we're screwed." "Looks like Brazil lucks out again." Our arrival at the pool coincided with the exit of the Esthers. I waved to Caitlyn and Miranda. "Your Mom and Dad say `hi', Caitlyn." "When did you get here, Stu, you weren't here yesterday." "Drove up verrrrry early this morning. Been trying to figure out what to do." "I thought I saw you at the pool earlier." "Checking the rules. I'm supposed to be an adult for the next three days, gotta act the part." "I'm sure you'll do your best. See you later." After Caitlyn left, I turned to Sean in a virtual state of shock. "That is more than she has said to me in the last six months. Camp agree with her or what?" "She's not so quiet when she's not around so many adults. She's just a little shy around grownups." "Well if she's coming out of her shell socially at the rate she's coming out of her swimsuit she'll be Miss Congeniality sooner than later." "Who knows, maybe you'll get some of that for real." "Oh, definitely. I'm surprised she didn't just jump me on the spot." We were interrupted by Scott. "I was under the impression that I had some help with this crew. If so, now would be a good time." One of the rules involved not dunking your fellow swimmer. Another involved not running around the pool. Others restricted diving. As far as well could tell, they were all being violated. Scott and Sean jumped in to try to prevent anyone from getting drowned. I attempted to use the Voice of Doom to curtail the running and diving. Results were mixed at best, but at least no one appeared in immediate physical jeopardy. Our time in the pool passed with Scott and Sean only having to jump back in the pool three more times. Scott told me that it was the easiest it had been all week. Monday and Tuesday must have been unimaginable. After the pool was the rinse off in the shower, pretty much a necessity since it was a tossup whether they filled the pool with water and added chlorine, or vice versa. Since I had managed to stay out of the pool, my role in the showers was merely that of an observer. And there was more than a little to observe. There was a range of development among the Challengers that went from the hairless two to three inch dicks all the way to some serious boy meat. There were four, possibly five boys who were as well developed as Sean. And Sean's associate, Scott, was a prize in himself. Probably not quite seven inches, but close enough. Cut and thick, he was definitely prime tube steak. This camp was turning into one big distraction. "Aren't you gonna get in, Stu?" asked one of the Challengers. "If you recall, I avoided the chlorine rinse, so I can pass for now." "That's not FAIR!" about three more replied. "Gentlemen, one of the things you learn about life is that it is most definitely not fair. Consider this your lesson for today." The need to get out of the showers and get dressed for lunch ended the debate. We herded the kids to the mess hall for their mid-day ration of hot dogs, potato chips and kool aid. Sean, Scott and I sat together. "Is the food always this good?" "The sloppy joes are better. But you have to make sure to eat as much as you can because they throw some seasoning on the leftovers to make tacos." "What happens if you don't finish the tacos?" "You ever seen Spanish omelets made with powdered eggs?" Having already gotten to the point of Too Much Information, we switched the subject to the afternoon schedule. "They have quiet time in the cabin for an hour after lunch. Then a hike, then Bible study then dinner." "So you guys get some sack time too?" "Not usually. Someone always wants something. We try to take shifts so we can at least get half an hour or so while the other one handles emergencies." "How's that working?" "Well enough." "So you won't need me for an hour or so then?" "Nah, we've got it covered. You gonna sack out?" "Yeah. I must have gotten all of four hours last night. I just want to make it through the day." "No prob. See you in awhile." I left the Challengers in the mess hall before the food fight started, in the unlikely event anyone could locate actual food. My cabin was fairly close by, and I was on my way to slumberland when I had a visitor. "Hi, Sean. You leave Scott with the munchkins?" "I don't know if they're all munchkins. If you noticed in the shower some of them are pretty high up in the Lollipop Guild." "I wouldn't know. I was paying attention to another cock." "Yeah, Scott's got a beauty." "Idiot. Get your clothes off and get in bed." Sean promptly complied, and we lay there together naked. "I like this," I offered, unnecessarily. "Me too" Sean replied. "Good to have some time like this." I reached down and found Sean's inevitably hard dick. "It seems he's ready again." "If I recall, it's your turn first." "You have anything in mind?" Sean paused. "We could try something different. I'm not sure how good I'd be, but I'm o.k. with it if you are." When Sean and I had gotten together last at his farm, he had given me a very enthusiastic and successful handjob. He hadn't been ready for anything more than that then. Now might be different. "Well, I guess that would mean you could suck my cock, or I could fuck you." "What would you like? Tell me the truth." This time I paused. "You did say the truth, right?" "Your short-term memory is still intact." "You remember the last time at your house?" "Yeah." "You remember walking ahead of me up the stairs wiggling your ass." "Vaguely" he smiled. "I think that ass has potential." "Nothing worse than unrealized potential. Just take it easy, though. I have to walk back to the cabin in twenty minutes." When I had packed for camp, I had decided to be prepared for anything with Sean, even what I had perceived to be the remote possibility of taking his cherry. Had I actually expected to be able to fuck him, I would have congratulated myself for remembering lube. "Sean." "Stu." "I don't want to get all mushy or anything, but it means a lot to me to be the first." "At the risk of being mushy back, I wanted you to be the first. But if you don't get started, someone may jump in line." "Damn that Scott." Sean laughed. "Just fuck me, o.k.?" I got Sean onto his hands and knees, and then knelt behind him. In my dreams I had looked so forward to this that I almost froze now that the real thing was there for me. Almost, froze, that is... "Here we go, Sean." I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to his freshly lubed ass and gently leaned into him, applying sufficient pressure to get the head of my dick in. "You o.k.?" "Is that all I get?" "I'll take that as a `yes' on the o.k." I wanted to get a little deeper in before I started stroking in earnest. After getting about half way in, I started slow, almost tentative strokes. "Mmmm. Now I don't have to be jealous of Brenda anymore." "Like that was ever a possibility." "She's got me beat in the rack department." "You've got plenty to work with if we ever decide to take it to another level." "What do you mean by that?" "I mean tit play does not require a mass of tissue, as long as there are nipples." "Why do refer to that as another level?" Ordinarily I like to take things very slow with a new partner, especially one I am hopeful of a long relationship with. But with my cock in Sean's ass, I was more frisky than usual. "You want to find out?" "You want to show me?" I didn't answer verbally. With my cock still in Sean's ass, I reached around and brushed his nipples with my fingertips. He jumped at first. "They're sensitive. Is that normal?" "Very much so." I then took each of his nipples between my thumb and forefinger and very gently squeezed. The squeeze became a little bit firmer, and then I began to slowly twist his nips, pulling them away and releasing. "Whoa, so that's the next level?" "The beginning." "The beginning? How far does it go?" "Until you say `stop'." "If the time comes, I'll tell you." I interpreted that as a go-ahead. I continued to plow Sean's ass. As I entered him as deeply as possible, I squeezed his nips harder, twisting and pulling. "You still o.k.?" "Just don't pull `em off. We got pool time again tomorrow. I don't know how well I could explain their absence." Sean appeared to be a natural at tit play. I wanted him to experience both sides. "Position change. I'm gonna get on my back, and you ride me." I pulled out of Sean for a two second eternity, and then let him slide himself onto me once I was on my back. I placed his hands on my nipples before my assault on his. "I think you sort of have the idea." "Kind of a pain/pleasure thing." "If it gets to be too much, let me know. I'll be happy to kiss `em and make `em feel better." "Back to your fucking. I don't have all afternoon." It was a scene I couldn't have imagined not that long ago. Sean had my cock up his ass and riding it for all he was worth. In addition, he was almost perfectly mimicking on my nips what I was doing to his. I tried to sort out the expressions on his face to make sure he wasn't getting too much, too soon. Sean gasped. "I think we may have hit the limit here." "O.K. Time to finish up our business..." "Your business." "My mistake, I thought that was your ass." "It is, but it's starting to wonder if you're gonna give it anything in the way of semen today." Sean, and his ass, got their answer. It was almost a where-were-you-when-they-landed-on-the-moon kind of an orgasm. Combining the fact that Sean would have gotten my attention had he been a total stranger with the fact that he was – or had been – a virgin and with the fact that I probably had a crush on him...well, if you know what I mean, then you know what I mean. Sean laid on top of me as my breathing attempted to return to normal. "So am I a good fuck?" "All I can say, is that if I lived through that, I am at about zero risk of cardiac arrest." "I bet you say that to everyone you fuck." "Only the virgins. Helps minimize the remorse." "I better get dressed and get back to the cabin. Scott will be wondering what happened to me." "Well, unless you start leaking he will probably be none the wiser." "Oh, he knows." "He WHAT?" "We got to talking about sex and stuff on Sunday night when we got here. He has a friend, too." "So..." "Yeah, and he's cool with it. I told him he could borrow you if he got too horny." "I wonder if that is considered pimping me, or pimping for me?" "Result would be the same, no?" "As long as we don't have to issue 1099's it won't matter. Get back to the Challengers before they burn down the cabin or something." "What you gonna do?" "Try to recover from some intense sex with a partner a third my age. I may need a few minutes. "Sure. You'll be sniffing around again before you know it. Later." I closed my eyes and relaxed. This definitely had to beat golf, or my approximation of it. I dozed off to a vision of Sean riding me, but with Brenda's tits. Someone must have put peyote in the kool aid. More from Lake Canaan in the next installment. I want to try to keep the files under 40K so it's an easier read.