Date: Tue, 22 Dec 2009 21:05:17 EST
From: EddyRiha@aol.com
Subject: games with stefan 32

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who are prevented from reading such fictional works either by age, by moral
preference, or by law should not read any further.

All of the characters presented here are fictional representations,
including the narrator.  Some of the events and characters are inspired by
actual events and people I encountered in my younger days, but the
presentation here of events and characters in no way is meant to portray
actual, historical persons and events.  It's just a story.

All stunts were performed by professionals.  Do not attempt these at home.

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reading of this story.

If anyone is offended by the premise of the story, or by explicit sexual
acts, please do not read any further.  Why, indeed, have you read this far?


Games With Stefan

by eddyriha

Chapter #32-The Camping Trip (Part 5)

Bobby was still leaning over the rock, his chest to the sunwarmed stone,
his wrists tied behind his back, his-t-shirt stuffed into his mouth.  Billy
had massaging his own cock, bringing it back to full hardness, before he
had thrust his cock into his buddy's already-lubed hole.

Bobby had winced as he felt Billy's hard shaft push into him.  He hadn't
yet recovered from my cock, which had been followed by Stefan's cock,
itself driven in and out of Bobby by my thrusts inside Stefan's ass.  In
the glimpse I had had of Bobby's hole after Stefan had finished, I could
tell it was a bright pink.  If all were fair, he would have had at least a
few minutes to catch his breath and rub something soothing on his pucker
before the next round.  But his wrists were tied and he was bent over the
rock, so there was nothing he could do about it.

Billy leaned over his buddy, his warm, damp chest fitting naturally over
Bobby's bare back.  "You know you've wanted this," Billy purred into his
friend's ear.  "And you know I have really wanted this.  Boy, have I wanted
this."

Bobby whimpered something into his gag, something that sounded like
resignation or acceptance.  Billy ruffled Bobby's hair.  "And when we get
back home, we'll have more opportunities to do this.  Though Jamie will
still be our mutual slave, you will be my lover."

With a soft moan from Bobby, Billy began fucking the large, solid ass, his
cock pumping in and out, the only sound on the mountaintop the soft
thwack-thwack-thwack of his balls against the boy's thigh.  I knew from
experience that as excited as Billy was, it was still going to take him a
little while to shoot his wad, since he had just finished fucking Jamie.

I turned my attention to Stefan.  "Anything you want Jamie to do?" I asked.

He nodded.

"OK, you have my permission to do it."

Jamie looked terrified as Stefan approached him, a coil of rope in his
hand.  "On your hands and knees," my slave commanded the younger boy, and
after a quick look at me, Jamie complied.  Stefan ran the rope around
Jamie's neck and tied it loosely.  Taking the long free end of the rope, he
then climbed aboard the boy's bare back and wriggled until he was properly
centered.  Stefan's ass crack was directly over the boy's spine, and his
cock, which was for the moment soft, was lying atop his balls, which were
resting on Jamie's back, just behind the shoulder blades.

"Giddyap!" Stefan commanded, flicking the end of the rope against Jamie's
right ear.  With a little awkwardness, the boy began shuffling forward on
his palms and knees.  Stefan pressed his knees into Jamie's sides, and the
younger boy got the hint: go faster.  So he labored forward, struggling to
crawl forward on his hands and knees, with the weight of his new temporary
master on his back.  Obviously, Billy and Bobby had never ridden him this
way; their games with their slaveboy seem not to have gone much beyond
having him suck their dicks.

Keeping an eye every so often on the progress of Billy as he fucked his
best buddy, I followed Stefan and Jamie at a distance, rubbing my cock
casually as I went.  I had a feeling that whatever Stefan was up to would
be interesting, at the very least.

Stefan nudged and kneed his slave through a gap in some evergreens where
there was a small open space covered with thick green moss.  When they
reached the center of the space, Stefan tugged gently on the rope around
the boy's neck, and he halted, waiting his new master's next instructions.
Stefan climbed off his back and walked around to face the slave, who
remained on his hands and grass-stained knees.

Stefan knelt before Jamie, his cock swinging in front of the boy's face.
"Suck it," Stefan said quietly.  His gentleness surprised the boy, perhaps,
but in any case Jamie did not hesitate but leaned forward and, without
using his hands, sucked Stefan's hardening cock into his mouth.  My boy
rested his hands in Jamie's curly brown hair, his fingers gently enmeshing
themselves in the curls, holding the slave's head in place as the rough
tongue massaged Stefan's hard dick.  (Stefan would later tell me it was
like rubbing his cock with wet sandpaper.  I didn't want to ask him how he
knew what wet sandpaper was like.  But I suppose if a boy who was born to
be a slave cannot serve his master for an extended period of time, as
sometimes happened with Stefan, then perhaps he will seek to bring himself
off in ways that you or I would not imagine.)

For a few minutes, I watched the scene between the two slaves, before I
turned to watch Billy and Bobby.  Billy was working his cock in and out of
his buddy's ass, the younger Scout being still bent over, unable to do
anything but accept the fuck.  But I could tell Bobby was welcoming it by
now.  Billy had removed the gag, and Bobby was saying, "Oh, fuck me, Billy,
fuck my ass hard!" over and over again.

When I turned back to watch the two slaves, I saw Stefan rubbing his wet
cock over Jamie's face.  I knew he hadn't yet had his dry cum, because I
could always tell when he did, even if he didn't make any noise.  He was
saying, "You want my cock, don't you?" and Jamie was replying, "Yes,
master, I want your cock."

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, please, fuck me!"  I knew one of the reasons he would be so eager was
that Stefan's cock was much shorter and thinner than mine or Billy's or
Bobby's.  After he had taken Billy up his ass, taking Stefan would be an
easy task.

"What if I don't want to fuck you?"

Jamie looked stunned.  Someone who didn't want to fuck him?  "Why don't you
want to fuck me?"  He moved himself around so his ass faced Stefan, and he
raised his hips while lowering his shoulders, so his hole was open and
exposed.  All Stefan had to do was aim his cock, and Jamie's already lubed
ass was his for the fucking.

Instead, Stefan slapped Jamie's asscheek hard.  "Did I say you could turn
around?" he demanded loudly.

"No, master."

"Then why are you still turned around?"

Jamie quickly returned to his previous position, his face near Stefan's
cock, his ass toward me.  (And that was indeed a temptation, but I was
going to let Stefan have full rein here.)

"That's better," Stefan said.  "If you had only waited for my instructions,
you would have known why I didn't want to fuck you."

"Why?" Jamie asked.  When Stefan looked down at him, he hurried to add, "If
you want to tell me, that is."

Stefan reached down and ran his fingers through Jamie's curly hair.  "I
said I didn't want to fuck you because I want you to fuck me."

You could probably have knocked Jamie over with half a feather.  His eyes
lit up, but he seemed to hesitate.  "You want me to fuck you?"

Stefan nodded, as he sat down in front of Jamie, then leaned back and
lifted his legs, exposing his own hole to the twelve-year-old.  "Fuck me,
Jamie, fuck me."

Jamie seemed at a loss for words, though his cock had already sprung to
full hardness without any stroking or other touch.  Probably for the first
time, a boy who was trained to serve his buddies was now being given the
opportunity to share in that pleasure.  Another boy was offering to serve
him in the same way that he, Jamie, had already been serving others.  I
knew what Stefan was doing: he was allowing Jamie some small dignity, a
brief opportunity to see what it was like on top, so perhaps he would
understand why his buddies enjoyed his service so much.  Because otherwise
a slave may think he is being taken for granted, even though his master or
masters may value him incredibly much.

So Jamie knelt before Stefan's spread legs and ran a trembling forefinger
around the boy's pucker.  The finger came away with a mixture of lube and
cum, which Jamie automatically raised to his lips.  Then he moved forward
and maneuvered his cock into Stefan.  His cock was bigger than Stefan's by
maybe an inch, but from the expression on his face when he finished sliding
into the other boy, I could tell this was the first time he had known what
it felt like to have his cock swallowed by a willing boy's ass.  His eyes
were closed, but his mouth was smiling, his face practically glowed.
Stefan drew Jamie's head downward so they could kiss, and they did, long
and hard.  Then Stefan released his fuckbuddy's head, and Jamie went to
work, slowly pulling back and pushing in, awkwardly but gradually building
his own peculiar rhythm as he became more and more excited.  His breath
increased in pace as he fucked faster and faster, and I was afraid that if
he kept going at that pace he would hyperventilate and pass out from lack
of oxygen.  But before that could happen, he gasped loudly and rammed hard
several times into Stefan's ass, a clear sign he was shooting his cum.  His
orgasm was so intense that he fell out of the boy and shot the last of his
cum over Stefan's thigh and balls.

As soon as he caught his breath, he looked down to see Stefan licking the
cum and lube off his cock.  He ran his short, stumpy fingers through
Stefan's straight, dark hair and whispered, "Thank you, master, thank you."

I heard a shout behind me.  Billy was finally building up to his own
climax, and his hips were pounding Bobby's asscheeks so hard the slaps
could probably be heard halfway down the mountain.  "Oh, God, oh, God, oh,
God!" Billy shouted as he dumped his cum into his best friend's ass.  "Oh,
God, I love your fucking ass, oh, God, oh, God, I love it!"  Finally, he
collapsed onto Bobby's back and lay there for a few moments, even as Stefan
and Jamie remained in a deep, tongue-wrestling kiss.

Then there was a loud bell or gong sounding from somewhere down in the
valley below the mountain.

"Damn!" Billy said.  "That's the signal for lunchtime."

He began untying Bobby, and Stefan led Jamie by the rope back to join them.

"I guess this is where we part," I said as I picked up the ropes I had used
to tie Stefan and later Bobby.

"Why?" Billy replied.  "Our tent's a ways up the hillside, out of sight of
the main camping site.  You guys can hang out there with Jamie, while Bobby
and I go get the food."

I nodded.  And that is how all five boys, naked, with sunwarmed skin, eyes
alight from a morning's worth of sucking and fucking, walked down the hill
toward lunch and a whole afternoon's worth of fun.