Date: Sat, 6 Aug 2016 05:59:14 -0700 From: Jon Hold Subject: Church Camp Buddies Church Camp Buddies By Jon Hold Copyright ©2015, 2016 by the author jonhold@earthlink.net It all started the Summer I Turned 17. Dad decided that I needed to go to Church Camp to "stay out of trouble and learn how to be a man!" I was pretty much sure my Summer was fucked up beyond all possible redemption. Dad didn't give a shit! I was sure all he really wanted was me out of the way so he could boff his new secretary without me around to fuck up his fun. Dad and I had always gotten along well when Mom was around. Once she was gone Dad and I barely even talked to each other. So, the day after school was out I was loaded up on a church bus at 4AM and taken to the wild country, far from my friends and "temptation". O' frabulious joy! It took the better part of a week to convince all the goody-two-shoes that I was NOT a good little church mouse, ready to be bent into their mould. It took only a few days longer to figure out it was better to leave me alone to wander the woods, where I was "happy" (i.e., a less aggressive state than antagonistic and disruptive). I'm sure they contacted Dad. I'm also sure that he didn't care, as long as I was out from under foot! I'd found a long abandoned treehouse behind the burned-out remains of a big house that was in surprisingly good shape. I'd head for it every day, following a different route so I didn't create a noticeable track leading to my hideout. I'd strip off naked, except for the cheap beaded prayer beads the camp had given to each of us. I had immediately pried off the cross and replaced the fake gold cross with the solid gold Star of David my mother had given me. They called that a "desecration". I just said that, for a change, it made me feel holier-than-them, and offered to back it up with my fists. After I'd whooped a couple of the older boys asses everyone decided to leave me alone. Once naked I'd fold my clothes neatly and store them in a little cupboard and spend the rest of the day reading or amusing myself by exploring the woods, plants and animals surrounding me. A big part of my amusement was finding new and different places and methods of masturbating. It was my favorite thing to do. I was laying in the soft grass under a big tree one day, a small brook making soft gurgling sounds in counterpoint to the birds and insect sounds, stroking away at my favorite toy when I noticed the slightest of motions out of the corner of my eye. I looked up over the top of my head and there was a big black guy standing there watching. He was wearing hiking boots, cutoff Levi's and the standard camp church chain, so I figured he was one of the guys at the camp I was `attending'. He smiled. Not letting go of my dick, I smiled back. "This spot reserved," he said, "...or can I join you?" "It's a free country," I said, pointing to the grass beside me. He walked over with the stride of a natural athlete and sat down, putting a big brown paper bag between us. "You hungry?" Just like he'd ever seen a teenager who wasn't hungry. I grinned and he opened his grocery bag and started doling out goodies. Sandwiches, cold fried chicken, potato chips, cookies and other goodies. Where'd you get all that?" "Cookie takes a little nap with his helper boy right after breakfast every morning!" "You mean..." "Yeah!" "Damn! How about his helper. He isn't much more than a boy himself." Albert (The black kid) said, "I listened to them one morning. Cookie was fucking the shit out of that boy! He was yelling `Give it up, Boy. Give it up to me!' and his helper was yelling `Harder, Daddy! Fuck me harder! Tear my little cunt up, Daddy!'" "Jez! The kid really liked it, huh?" "O' Yeah! They was tearing that bed up!" "Damn!" Eating in quiet concentration. Thinking about Cookie and his eager helper while putting away calories, the boys made the whole bag of food disappear very quickly. "Hi. I'm Amos." The white boy said, holding his hand out. "Albert!" The black boy said. They shook hands then belched at each other laughing in laid back enjoyment. After a short, after lunch siesta, the boys woke up to a stifling hot afternoon. "There's a small pond just upstream. Want to get in the water" Amos asked. "Sounds good to me, dude. I'm sweating my balls off!" They made sure their mess was completely picked up, Amos sort of scoping his new friends crotch. Either he just hadn't noticed, or the heat had brought on a big bulge in the guys cut-offs. Amos, naked and bare footed, lead the way, curving around the low hill and then back out to the brook. Albert was doing a bit of scoping of his own. Small as the guy in front of him was, his body was tight, tanned all over, even up the crack of his ass. Most interesting was the guys butt. Albert had a special fondness for asses and, girl or boy, what he was watching so avidly right there in front of him had to be one of the finest asses he'd ever seen. He started wondering if the kid was available, and what was the best approach. Sex for Albert consisted of hugging, kissing, frottage and masturbation. Normal sex was something he was never going to have. He swallowed his regret and the depression that could overwhelm him and went back to watching the fine ass, bare naked and bronzed for him to enjoy. The trip to the pond was entirely too short for Alberts taste. He could have walked for hours behind Amos, fantasizing what might be done with such an ass. The fondling, clutching, spanking, pinching and just plain old-fashioned finger fucking. Amos suddenly dove off the path and disappeared. Albert was suddenly relieved when he heard the splash of his new friend as he hit the water of a small lake or big pond a family of beavers had created with their dam. Amos stood up in the almost waist deep water. "Get naked and come on in!" He happily invited, slapping the cool water. Albert was reluctant, but Amos teased and inveigled until Albert started to undress just to shut the guy up! Amos watched shamelessly as the black guy started by unlacing his hightop boots. Boots, then socks, then the cut-offs dropped easily off reveling the strangest underwear Amos had ever seen. They looked sorta like one of girdles he'd seen in the Sears catalogue. All stretchy and tight. Albert started to get into the water but Amos said, "No way, Dude. This is a naked only pond!" "Sez who?" "Sez yo mama if you don't take those tight-ass shorts off and relax a little!" Pretty sure Amos wouldn't let go of the nagging until he was naked, Albert reluctantly started taking his specially made underwear off. Amos watched and his jaw fell open when the guys whanger finely fell out of the elastic underpants which had held the damn thing up between the boys legs. Thicker than a beer can and at least ten inches long just hanging there, backed up with balls literally the size of the pair carried around by a stallion... Amos was in shock, drool leaking out of his open mouth. Startled by the splash of his super well equipped friend, Amos watched him swim completely across the pond before turning to come back. He stopped next to Amos, who just looked at him, finally closed his mouth and said, "Dude, I know you've heard this before, but—DAMN!" With a bright smile Amos continued, "Can I take it home with me?" Laughing, the tension between the boys broken, Albert joked back, "No, but you can keep the contents." Both boys laughed, high fiving and slapping each other on the back. Then Amos, looking Albert straight in the eye, said, "I'm going to hold you to that offer!" The boys grinned at each other and Albert said, "You're going to have to get hold of it first", as he turned and dove into the water. Amos followed, just fast enough to keep Albert honest. Albert struggled mightily to evade the quick, agile boy behind him, totally unaware that he had lead his High School swimming team to the State championships, setting new record times for freestyle and butterfly and clocking the fastest lap ever while leading his relay team to victory. Amos just kept slowly closing in and wearing the big guy down. Albert finally gave in and called for a truce. Arms around each others shoulders, the boys half staggered and fell to the bright green grass, panting for breath and drying off in the warm sun. After they were both dry and breathing quietly again, Amos rolled toward Albert and quietly, not quite whispering, said, "Were you serious when you said it would be OK for me to take your sperm home with me?" Albert turned his head and studied the much more lightly built boy. White boy! Thin, light in the ass, good muscles, cute, about five maybe five and a half inch boner (which had not lost its stiffness since he'd seen Alberts monster), yeah! real cute, nice ass, cute!, small!, definitely a lightweight, but muscular and strong looking. Up front with his feelings. Didn't sound like or act like a liar or cheat. He seemed genuinely interested and straightforward. "You honestly think you can handle my dick?" "Well, I know I could, with your permission, handle that monster, what I don't know is if I can do anything interesting with all that meat! At the very least I can hold it against my cheek and cry!" Both boys laid there, staring at each other. First Amos' face cracked, then Albert shook his head and actually giggled. In seconds both boys were laughing like something was hugely funny. Pushing each other led to punching and shadow boxing. In no time the boys were rolling around in the grass, wrestling and testing each other. Albert discovered that Amos was quick and deceptively strong. Amos learned that Albert was every bit as strong as he'd thought and knew wrestling a hell of a lot better than the lighter boy would have guessed. Panting, sweating and exhausted, the boys laid on their sides, sucking great lungfuls of the sharp mountain air, each looking right at their new friend. Their contest had completed their burgeoning friendship. They liked and, more importantly, trusted each other Breathing more regularly, Amos reached down and carefully, gently lifted his new friend's amazing appendage. "Man! It's really heavy!" Albert grinned. "Yeah, I've heard that before!" "No shit shylock! That's like... I don't know..." Amos pondered for a couple of minutes. "Would it gross you out if I said I wanted to help you get off?" Albert looked, seriously, at his new friend. His earnest, half eager, half scared, face and eyes convinced Albert that this guy was NOT like so many "friends" he'd had in the past. Friends who had used and abused him until he was mostly... alone. Maybe Amos wasn't that way. "No. It wouldn't gross me out at all. Play with my toy all you want, just try to remember, you bite me just once and I'm going to spank your ass `til you can't sit down!" "Promise? You'll give me a really good spanking if I ask you to, or just if I bite you?" "You, young Sir, are just a bit too eager!" Both boys grinned and laughed. Especially when Amos clapped and said, "O' goody! The big bad man's gonna spank my fantastic butt!" Albert rolled Amos onto his belly and, using hands and eyes both, quite carefully inspected his friends high-mounded, tight little butt. "Yeah! I think I just might enjoy turning that little thing so red I could see it glowing in the dark!" With that, Albert let Amos have a good one that left a red handprint right across both cheeks. Amos grunted and then said, "Damn! That was good! I might bite you on purpose!" A loud `crack!' followed Albert's imposing another red handprint on Amos' butt. "Don't even think about it! Loosing your ass over a joke just ain't worth it!" "Well... you spank pretty good. I may decide to see what you can do with a real spanking some day, but not this day!" Both boys laughed. Albert rolled over onto his back, pointed to his fluffed up dick and said, "Go for it, Dude! It's all yours!" Amos wasted no time in idle conversation, he'd been given the go-ahead to explore his new friends body, and he had every intention of doing some serious investigating. Deep, probing, fact-finding! Not inhibited by the usual "teenaged boys don't look at other teenaged boys. Especially anything below the waist!" Amos admired the big black appendage and its supporting cast. Albert himself was a beautiful, deep, rich chocolate cocoa color but the bunched up skin covering his cock and balls was black. Deep, sooty, non-reflective, flat black. Somehow that made Albert's sex just that much more intriguing to Amos. Still soft and pliable, Albert's cock was just that mesmerizing to Amos. His head swooped down and he mouthed the entire bloated mass and sucked it down his throat. Albert sort of went into shock, not willing to take any chance of scaring Amos off. For his part, Amos had surprised himself, sucking all that down his throat. Once the magnificent tubesteak (tubestake?) had been fully ingested, Amos' mouth and throat went into overdrive. Wisely, he pulled off the thing before it erected all the way. "Well, how'd I do compared to everyone else?" "I don't know for sure. Especially because you're the only one who's ever had it in their mouth, much less down their throat." "So, you liked it?" Grinning ear-to-ear, "Oh, yeah. You can bet on it!" "Want me to do it again?" "Wellllllllllllll... can you let me think about it and let me get back to you on that?..." "O..." "OK! Go ahead. Have it your way. Suck as much the juice out of that thing as you want. But, if you make me come, you have to start all over from the beginning." "All the clear juice I want, but no white sauce. Right?" "That's the rules!" "OK. I'll try. But no guarantees!" "And NO biting!" "Unless I want a really nice spanking." "Unless you want a really hard spanking!" "O' Goody! Spread your legs!" Still not sure what sort of fantasy game his new "friend" was playing, Albert went ahead and spread his legs, wondering what Amos had in mind. His ideas had been pretty good so far. Amos, on the other hand, was dead serious! His new friend Albert had a true wonder between his legs. A magic gift Amos had no intentions of passing up. He rolled over Albert's leg and ended up nose to nose-to-nose with a big, black rubber hose nose. The big black hose his new friend probably didn't actually believe HIS new friend had any intention of actually doing much beyond teasing. Albert was almost in tears knowing that he'd ruined another budding friendship by "flaunting" what he had been endowed with, fatally. He suddenly gave up doom and gloom for surprise! Amos had a few tears of his own. He was looking at the dick of his dreams and was afraid he might fail to make Albert happy. What if he did something that disgusted Albert? What if he wasn't as good as Albert's expectations? What if... What the fuck! Like his Grandpa used to say, "Make hay while the suns still shining." Amos took a deep breath, `OK Gramps. This was your idea.' Albert was surprised when Amos' tongue flicked out and licked the closed end of his dark foreskin. A white boy had just touched his black dick? With his tongue? What the fuck...! Well, the pooched up foreskin hadn't bit back, maybe... Amos lifted the surprisingly heavy boytoy... Boytoy? Did he actually say/think that? What the fuck had he been smoking?{{{ Eyes almost crossed, Amos watched as his hands slid the black velvet skin covering back... retracting the foreskin until the long slit in the nose was completely exposed. Leaning forward he gently kissed the much smaller lips confronting him. Much smaller lips that immediately expressed a clear drop of, "Thank you! Come and get me." Amos, happy to do what he was told, proving that all you had to do was ask him the right way, stuck out his tongue and licked up the proffered prize the pizzel proffered. [Sorry, I couldn't resist]. Entranced by the tasty sample, Amos pulled the foreskin the rest of the way back, following its retreat with his lips until the entire spongy head filled his mouth, he immediately started sucking, being amply rewarded with the heavy flow of crystalline flavor/aphrodisiac. Albert damn near had a convulsion, or a heart attack or all three or something equally confusing. Damn! The little fuck hadn't been teasing! He had the whole head in his mouth! Sucking on it! Hard! Like he wanted more. No one else had been able to take any, and this kid wanted more? Hell yeah! Pretty sure he could give his new friend all he wanted, he smiled down at the begging eyes looking up at him as he felt the blood rush into his swelling prize. Amos felt his new friend's heart pumping ever more swole-up into the shaft in his hands and the knob in his mouth. The shaft was of little concern, at least until he decided to get fucked with it! Problem was he really wanted to suck the damn thing and it was prying his jaws apart. A little tiny bit of panic hit, making him try to guess whether he was going to be able to suck this wonderful new toy/tool/fascination/obsession or if it was going to do a bad thing to his jaws. Felt kinda like his jaws might go first. It felt like his dick was getting close to hard. He could see panic in Amos' eyes. Praying that the feeling of someone actually having sex with him wouldn't stop, he put a hand very lightly on the boys shoulder and began stroking the fine blond hair on his friends head, he eyes pleading, "Please, Please, Please" as earnestly as he could. Amos felt his partners concern for him, and his deep seated need. He needed to cum, that was true beyond any question. But it went further than that, he needed acceptance. He needed reassurance from another human being. Someone who cared enough about him to at least try and prove it. Amos decided that Albert had looked for that someone long enough. Whatever physical pain he might have to endure, it was nothing like the pain Amos could sense his new friend had deep inside. If he could help alleviate that, well, guess that would make even a broken jaw worthwhile. Albert reached full erection before Amos suffered an actual injury. Not only was amos not actually injured he was, in fact, totally amazed that he was capable of accommodating his new lover/sex partner. Totally amazed and proud of himself. Amazed that, as full as his entire buccal cavity was he was still able to suckle. With the head of Alberts cock trapped in his mouth, between the ripple surfaced roof and his wrapped around tongue below, Amos had Albert totally trapped, as if the boy had any intent of trying of leaving anytime soon. Suckling like a newborn, Amos saw the surprise/wonder/astonishment/joy all over the face of the young man he was sucking. A look that suddenly disappeared only to be replaced by a look of astonishment. Alberts cockhead selled again as it totally sealed Amos' mouth against any possible backflow. Alberts clutching hands and loud cries mixed with Amos' whining as a huge stream of high pressure cum smashed into the back of his throat. Startled, all the free space was filled and before Amos thought to start swallowing cum started shooting out of his nose at high speed. Albert saw what was happening but could neither stop blowing his pent up load nor extract his by then totally erect cock from Amos' mouth. The flared corona of the oversized organ was caught firmly behind Amos' teeth and nothing either boy could do was effective to any extent. Amos started swallowing as fast as he could but wasn't able to catch up, much less actually catch a breath. He was starting to truly panic when Alberts balls slowed down just enough for him to get quick gasps of fresh air between spurts. When the spurting finally stopped and all he had to deal with was leftover cum leaking from the now softening piss pistol in reaction to Amos' continued nursing on his new suck toy. Albert had passed out, and was just laying there, sort of quivering. Even after Albert's whatjamacallit shrunk enough for Amos to spit it out, he kept sucking on it until it refused to give up any more cum to his fervid urging. Only then did Amos release his new play-toy and crawl up alongside his newly acquired buddy, curling up next to his warmth where he quickly fell asleep with his head on Albert's thickly muscled chest. EOF If you enjoyed this story, or even if you didn't (Please tell me why not), Please consider making a donation to Nifty. Whatever is comfortable for you. There is a LOT of good reading there, freely available to everyone. It would be a shame to have Nifty disappear as so many others have.