Date: Sat, 13 May 2017 11:05:56 +0200 (CEST)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: How Ricky Fucked My Gay Butt

HOW RICKY FUCKED MY GAY BUTT
By Zachyboy
b/b, camping, anal, group masturbation, virgin, rough

The following story is a work of fiction. The first part of it appeared in
my boyhood masturbation anthology "Yanking in the Young Years," which I'm
pretty sure nobody ever read. But, you know, what's 60,000 words straight
down the shitter between friends, right? I should do that again
someday. Not.

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/yanking-in-the-young-years

Anyhoo, I always liked this sweet little piece out of that collection (the
piece in question being Eric), and it seemed like a good idea to take the
story to it's natural conclusion and rough things up just a tad and add
some more bells and whistles to the bee-eff scenes, because I'm just in
that kind of mood tonight.

So, here's the expanded version of "E is for Eric & E is for Everybody,"
now retitled "How Ricky Fucked My Gay Butt," and tucked in here in the
camping section where it always belonged in the first place.

Donate to Nifty, because that's what happy campers do!

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On with the show. (And boy, does my butt hurt).

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I didn't go to summer camp the year I was 12 with the goal of getting my
little cherry ass bitch-fucked, but hi-ho, sometimes life throws you an
unexpected curve. And sometimes it throws it right up your ass. And Ricky
wasn't too god damn polite about it either. (Not that I needed him to be).

It was 1980 and I'm 12 years old and I'm at my six-week summer camp in
Ohio. It's the third year I've gone and I like it. I've got about a million
mosquito bites that year. There are 8 kids in my cabin including me.

The kids in my cabin are Mike, Dave, Eric (me), Jeff, Kevin, Brian, Mark
and Ricky. We're all 12 or 13 that year. It's all bunk beds. Four bunks in
the cabin. One boy on top one boy on the bottom, pardon the pun. There's no
counselor in our cabin. Shit, no. They go sleep somewhere where it's
comfortable and warm with no noisy kids around.

After lights out, which is 10 pm, there's always a bunch of dirty talk and
dirty jokes in the cabin there in the dark. We're a bunch of horny 12 and
13-year-olds. At home, we'd be jacking off four times a day. Here at camp,
you sort of have to grab your secret opportunities. Go out in the woods by
yourself or save it up for night and try to get away with it sneaky.

You know some of the guys are jacking off after lights out because you can
either hear their bed springs squeaking, or if you're a lower bunk like me,
with Jeff on your top bunk, Jesus, that fucker nearly shakes me to sleep
every night from the vibrating bed frame he's up there jacking it so fast.

Sometimes you'll hear one of the guys giggle because they know the other
boy in their bunk is jacking it.

So, one night somebody giggles and Jeff says, "This is really stupid. We
should all just jack `em at once and get it all over with." And there's a
bunch more giggles.

And Mike says, "I'll do it."

And Brian says, "Fuck, yeah, I'll do it," which nobody doubts, cause he's a
cocky little smart-ass. He'd walk up and jack off in a nun's face if you
dared him. He was always showing his dick off in the shower and joking
around with it, and frankly, it was a pretty nice one.

So Jeff, who's the biggest kid in the bunk says, "Okay everybody, get your
dicks out and start jacking." And you hear giggles and blankets rustling
and a couple of the guys spit in their hands, and you can hear that
too. And then you hear a lot of bedsprings all squeaking at once. It's
ridiculous, really. But we're 12, 13, and fucking horny nonstop, so what
the fuck. It's dark. Why not.

And Dave says, "Hey, Kevin's not doing it."

And Kevin says, "Shut up, I am too."

And Jeff says, "Everybody better be jacking. Eric, go check."

And I've got my hard dick in my hand wailing away on whatever
3-and-a-half-inch spike I've got at that age, but hell yes, if Jeff wants
me to check out everybody's dick, I sure don't mind doing that, since I'm
the kid in the shower looking too long at all of their dicks anyway. And if
I get to see all of them hard tonight, where's my fucking flashlight,
right?

I hop out of bed like my ass is on fire, and I grab my flashlight off my
shelf and Jeff says, "Okay, spot check, gentlemen. Eric's gonna shine under
everybody's covers, and you all better be jacking. Do it for him for ten
seconds so he can confirm you're really doing it."

There's some giggles and moans from the guys, and Mark says, "This is so
fucking dumb," but I start checking anyway. I go in order of bunks.

"Eric, call it out and confirm," Jeff says, and I can hear him up there
still jacking away.

I check Mike first. Mike's on the bottom of bunk 1. He's a good-looking
kid. Kinda longer hair that covers his ears and goes down around his neck,
parted in the middle. Braces. I always like the way Mike's armpits smell
when I stand by him. Strong, but not too strong.

I lift up his covers and sure enough, he's hard and jacking with two
fingers and a thumb. His tip looks really red because he's going hard and
he's not using spit. He's cut and bigger than me. 4 inches maybe. I watch
him jack for the required ten seconds, then I say, "Mark checks out!"

Everybody giggles when I yell out his status, but you can still hear
bedsprings going everywhere. This is kind of exciting for everybody.

Dave's next in the top of bunk 1. He's sort of a geeky Jewish kid. He wears
his glasses to sleep if you can believe that. Seriously. Sleeps in them. I
lift up his covers and shine the flashlight in, and his dick's hard as a
rock. He's got a little skinny one and it's sticking straight up, but he's
not doing anything with it.

"Start jacking," I tell him. "Let's get that hand in gear." And he grins at
me and does. I guess he just wanted to show it to me first in all its
glory. I watch for ten seconds.

"Dave checks out," I tell everybody, and put his covers back down.

Bunk 2 bottom is me, so obviously, I can't check my own, but believe me I'm
also hard as a rock from getting to see everybody's cock tonight. I'll have
no trouble getting my own job done after this viewing party believe me.

Bunk 2 top is Jeff, the instigator of all this.

"Come here, Cupcake," he says, and the other guys laugh. "I'll show you how
a man jacks it." I lift up his covers and holy shit, he's got a big one
when it's hard. It's gotta be at least six inches hard, which is bigger
than any of us. As big as my dad. He's got a foreskin, and I watch
fascinated as he pulls it back and forth over his large cockhead.

"You like?" he says to me. "You want to shake hands with Mr. Big Boy?"

I almost gulp and say "yes, please," but coming to my senses, I nod my head
"no." I stand there watching him move that magnificent dick. Not really
wanting to leave. I want to see him shoot.

"Um, Jeff checks out," I say nervously, realizing I've been watching him
too long.

"Damn right I do," Jeff grunts. And I know he's close to cumming. I could
tell he got harder and more excited because I was looking at him.

Kevin's in the bottom of bunk 3, and he's sort of the littlest kid in the
cabin, and sort of quiet and shy with cute curly hair, and this is his
first year at summer camp, so when I lift up his covers, he's got his
pajamas and undies pulled down but his dick's just sitting there completely
soft.

He's uncut and his dick looks really pretty and small. I can see this look
of horror on his face and he looks at me with pleading eyes, so I lie for
him. I wait for ten seconds looking at his little soft dick.

"Kevin checks out," I smile and I rub his curly hair really quick. Kevin
looks so relieved, you can almost hear him expel the air out of his
lungs. He's in over his head here.

Brian's our bunk 3 top, and he's a total smart-ass. I lift his covers and
he's got a boner that looks exactly like mine. Really, we could be dick
twins.

"Come on, Eric, give it a kiss," he says, and the guys crack up. "He wants
a little kissy-kiss from you."

I count out loud to ten and ask him if it does any tricks, or if he needs
his mother the whore to crank it up for him to get it started. All the guys
laugh.

"My mother's not here tonight, young man," he says properly. "But I'll cum
on your luscious titties instead if you want me to."

I roll my eyes and the guys crack up again.

"Brian checks out," I tell everybody. And then I mumble "asshole" under my
breath and move on to the next bunk.

There's only two guys left.

Bunk 4 bottom is Mark and he's got more pubes than the rest of us, and when
I pull the covers back and shine the light on him, he's hard and jacking it
all right, but I also catch a strong whiff of his pubes and his dirty feet.

"Jesus. Pew," I say, and all the guys laugh. "Mark checks out and he needs
a fucking shower."

"Mmmm, nice and dirty," Mark grins. "I can smell me too. Take a big whiff,
sunshine."

"Ugh," I say. "Ripe. Not good."

I watch him jack a little while longer, because he's also got a
foreskin. Foreskins fascinate me since I don't have one of my own. We were
all born in 1967 or 1968, and circumcision was just commonly done. They
didn't even ask your mom yes or no. They just did it. I'm always jealous of
kids who still have their foreskins. I want mine back. Our bunk had three
out of eight boys still intact: Mark, Jeff and Kevin.

I watched Mark jack his dick and I wondered what sucking on his foreskin
would taste like. I'd hate to be under the covers smelling his feet
though. So, like the Tootsie Roll Pop commercial said, the world will never
know.

Ricky's up on bunk 4 top. And I open up the cover and shine the light
underneath, and his dick's still hard, but he already came. He's already
got a few little drops of silver goo under his belly button where his cum
shot out, and faster than I can react, he grabs my hand and puts it right
in his cum.

I don't say anything. I just freeze where I am feeling his sticky cooling
cum beneath the pad of my hand. Then he takes my sticky hand and wraps it
around his cock. I'm spellbound.

I squeeze his cock once. Twice. I jack it up and down quickly two times. He
squeezes his hand around my hand and we're both holding his cock. All this
happens in no more than ten seconds.

"Ricky checks out," I say, quickly removing my hand and flipping the
flashlight.

"Good job, gentlemen," Jeff calls out. "Now Eric, get back in bed and beat
your meat."

After what Ricky just did, mine's so hard it's killing me. It's gonna take
me about a second-and-a-half to cum now.

I get back in my bunk and I jack off like crazy with Ricky's cum still on
my left hand. I hold it up to my nose and I smell it while I jack off with
my other hand. I smell it and taste it and if I were at home, in private,
I'd be moaning out loud. I taste his cum. I lick it off my hand. Jesus
Christ, for the first time in my life, I taste another boy's cum.

I can't remember who cums first, but I know we all do eventually. Except
for Kevin, who's new at all this. Summer camp and jacking off both,
probably.

Jeff grunts so loud when he cums we all laugh.

Brian yells out "Aw, fuck, aw, fuck, here's mine," and he makes a little
grunt noise too.

And I'm so turned on by the grunts and the smell and taste of Ricky's cum
on my hand, I shoot off with a hiss sound, and then it's like dominoes,
everybody's cum noises make another guy cum. Like a chain reaction of
relief we all needed.

So, that's the time at summer camp I jacked off with 7 other guys. Well, 6
really, since I covered for Kevin.

But now for the part where Ricky fucks my gay butt.

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The next day, Ricky catches me alone after washing up and brushing teeth,
headed to the big dining hall cabin for breakfast.

"Hey," he says.

"Hey," I say.

"Did you like it?" he asks me.

"Like what?" I ask back, playing stupid.

His voice goes super low and quiet, even though there's nobody
around. "Squeezing your hand on my dick," he says. "Feeling my sperm."

"Shhhh," I tell him. "Somebody's gonna hear you."

"I wanna suck your cock," he says daringly. "I wanna suck your cock, and
you suck mine. And then I'm gonna fuck your butt, Eric. I'm gonna fuck it
hard."

I'm shocked. Appalled. I'm outraged. I'm speechless.

How dare he say this to me. How dare he think I would do this shit with
him.

I'm beyond excited.

I'm weak at the thought.

"Meet me at the boat house," I tell him. And then I get out of there as
fast as I fucking can so we don't get caught talking about me getting
fucked up my hungry gay butthole.

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So, that week, me and Ricky started sneaking off alone together down by the
boat house during free time, and we started jacking off in front of each
other, then the next day we jacked each other off, then the next day he
went down on his knees and sucked me off and I did the same for him and his
cum tasted even better hot, coming out of him. Like sweet celery. I could
have drank a Coke bottle full of it. You really don't know you like the
taste of drinking cum until, you know. You're drinking from a dick shooting
cum in your mouth.

And that's how it goes for the first couple of days. We do a combination of
jacking each other off and trading blowjobs down there by the boat house
secretly, until about four days before camp ends, Ricky sneaks some
Vaseline from the first aid office and I let him fuck me in the butt. It
hurts so much, but I let him because I need it. All my 12-year-old life
I've needed dick in my butt this way. God it hurts. God it feels good.

I don't understand how things can hurt and feel good at the same time. It
makes no sense to me. I'm 12. It's beyond me.

Ricky does it with me bent over a work bench in the boat house. I lean over
in the dark boathouse with the door locked so nobody can barge in on us,
and he gets his dick all coated with Vaseline and he sticks it in me in one
piercing dive, and fuck, it hurts so much at first I want to cry and scream
and tell him to stop it, BEG him to stop it, but then the fire goes away,
and it's like nothing I ever felt before. It's filthy. It's
revelation. It's glory. It's birthright.

"You've got such a tight, hot butt," he whispers in my ear. "It feels so
good just sliding in and out of your hot, tight cunt like this."

I can smell it. I can smell my butt. I can smell his cock in the air, doing
this to me.

"Can you do it harder?" I ask him, embarrassed. "Can you stick it in far
and really do it harder?"

"Oh yeah," he growls at me. "I can do it WAY harder than this. Clench your
fists, bitch."

It turns out I like getting fucked in the butt. I like it A LOT. It turns
out I don't really need the slow and gentle version. The harder he does it,
the more I want more.

Ricky for his part, is recklessly relentless. He doesn't give a shit if it
hurts me or not. It's like he lives for this. Doing me hard. By the time he
cums in me, he's banging me so hard it feels like my teeth are going to
crack.

"Oh fuck," he grunts, with his sweat dropping onto my back. "Oh fuck your
ass is nice and tight. I'm gonna cream up your guts. I'm gonna fuck it up
your sweet spot so hard you're gonna shit on the floor."

His words sound so dumb, but his cock is splitting me open so good and I
feel like I almost want to piss myself. I almost want to cry, he does this
so hard to me.

"Fuck me harder," I beg him, with tears in my eyes. "I like this," I tell
him. "Please don't ever tell anybody how much I like this."

"Your pussy," he mumbles. "Gonna cream your hot pussy, fag."

I clench my ass cheeks together and it pushes him over the top.

"OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH NGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH! OH FUCK, ERIC!!!!! I'M CUMMING IN
YOU!!!!!!!!"

And then I feel him jerking, and jabbing, and bucking, and FUCK he's
hurting me. Jabbing me. Ramming me. It hurts so much! He fucks so HARD! But
it's a hurt I want for the rest of my life.

"Please don't stop hurting me," I babble incoherently, and now I really AM
crying. "It feels so good," I sob. "It feels so good when you need me that
way."

He spits on the boathouse floor, embarasssed. He pulls his dick out of me
and it's shiny and clean. My asshole feels like a fire inside. I feel
useless. Belittled. Used. I feel glorious.

"You've got such a nice ass," he pants. "I want to fuck you so hard again,
Eric. I'm so glad you like it that way. I knew you would. I knew you were
LIKE THAT."

"LIKE THAT." The words hang in the air. It felt humiliating to be
identified. Wrong. Shameful. But I'm so glad he discovered me.

"I wish you could fuck me again right now," I whispered honestly. His cum
was burbling and dripping out of my ass. I felt used and invincible. "I
need it again."

But we don't have time. We have to get back to Archery and Level 3 Swim.

"Kiss me," he says. "Let's make out with our tongues."

I'm helpless to argue. His tongue fucks my mouth like his dick fucked my
ass.

The rest of the week, Ricky fucks me endlessly. Painfully. Perfectly.

He doesn't offer to let me fuck him back, but that's okay. I'm happy just
to take it up my ass

Wait. Wrong word. Not "happy" to take it up my ass. I'm "desperate" to take
it up my ass. When God lifts the curtain and he tells you you're a bottom?
Guess what, man? You're a bottom. Grab your ankles and get used to the
view.

So, Ricky fucks me four more times that week. Harder and harder. I feel
like a girl. I feel like a boy. I don't know what I even feel like
anymore. But I know this is what I'm supposed to be inside. A hole taking
boycock. A hole taking mansperm.

"You're like fucking an oven," he grunts as his sperm gushes into me. "It's
like fucking a hot little asshole full of oven-cunt. You were born to take
dick."

I grunt in unquenched desire as his sperm fills my colon. I need so much
more of this, but there's not enough time. I'd let him do it more to me,
but there's just not enough camp left. The summer's running out. From group
masturbation and a hand on his cock to being his bitch, bent over in the
boat house. Who would have guessed. Who'd have ever known I had it in me?
Had HIM in me?

Ricky and I fuck while we can, but then camp ends and that's the end of me
getting fucked for that year.

But we both come back in the next year when I'm 13 and he's 14 and we jack
and fuck and suck some more. Only now he's got a way bigger dick. WAY
bigger. The first time he fucks me in the boat house that next summer, I
have to bite my lower lip to keep from crying and thrashing and screaming
out loud. He fucks me harder than he EVER did, and even THAT'S not enough
for me.

"Harder," I whisper back in sobs. "Do it to me HARDER!"

"You're my pussy," he tells me in his sweaty-hot fuck-voice. "My sweet
private fuck-pussy."

All I can do is moan and be grateful. He blows load after load up my sweet
gaybee boycunt.

That's where it started. How Ricky fucked my gay butt.

I didn't even know I was gay until then.

But after that, I never looked back.

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