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This is a continuation of my story One Hundred Quarters, wherein Marty goes to camp.
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"I remember this place from last year," Eddie says as we swim into the boathouse. His higher-than-high voice echoes off the wooden walls. "It's pretty cool."
Eddie is Chris's "bunky" from his cabin. He's a nice kid, not especially pretty but he has one of those magnetic personalities you hear about, where you just like him right away. I especially like the crooked little smile he wears practically all of the time.
Chris pulls himself out of the water and stands on the dock, water enticingly running off of his smooth shining skin. "Yeah, it's OK," he says, surveying the place with his hands on his hips. "There's better places for it, though."
I'm the last to climb up and I sit on the edge of the dock at Chris's feet, where I have a great view of the little bulge in his snug swim suit.
"Better places for what?" Benny asks, playing innocent, and Chris looks at him incredulously.
"For foolin' around!" he says, as if he's stating the obvious. "That's why you brought us here, isn't it?"
Benny reddens at being busted so easily.
"It better be!" Eddie says. He indicates his lower half. "I've got a huge boner here and Chris promised me some good sucking!"
His swim trunks are too loose to really discern anything but I'm happy to take his word for it.
"Don't worry, Eddie," Chris says. "If these guys won't do it I'll take care of you myself."
"I'll do it," I offer, smiling up at them. Obviously I don't need to hide anything from these guys. "In fact I want to suck all three of you!"
"I knew it," Chris says with a satisfied smile. "I can always tell. Nobody looks at boys the way you do unless they want to fool around."
"Me first, OK?" Eddie says with a bit of pleading. "I've been thinking about it ever since last night when Chris told me about you guys."
"OK," I say, smiling at him. He's not cute or anything but he has a decent body and I like him, plus I have a feeling he's going to go pretty wild for it.
"And you can do me, Ben," Chris chirps happily, and Benny's blue-gray eyes shoot wide open.
"He doesn't do that," I say, coming to the rescue. "I'll do it for you though, right after Eddie."
Chris stares into Benny's eyes for a long moment then shakes his head and says, "No, he'll do it all right. He wants to."
Benny blushes bright red all the way from his forehead down to his chest. He looks nervously at his feet and shoots me an imploring look, but finally locks eyes again with Chris.
"I can always tell," Chris says, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his swim suit and starting to ease it ever-so-slowly down. "See, there are boys who only do it because they want to get stuff done to them, and so they do it too to keep the party going." He looks over at his bunky and says, "Isn't that right, Eddie?"
"I'll do it when it's my turn," Eddie says. "It's only fair."
Chris's suit is down to just above the root of his dick, his smooth white pubic area exposed. In the back the top of his crack is showing.
"And other guys do it because they love doing it. They need to do it because they like boys the way other guys like girls," he says, "like Marty here..." He pauses for effect then adds, "...and me."
He fixes Benny with his eyes as he lowers his suit and lets his full hard cock jump out. It's a beauty, only slightly bigger than mine but so hard it looks sculpted out of marble.
Benny's mouth is open and he appears to be barely breathing. Chris wrestles the swim suit to mid-thigh freeing his tight bald nut sack.
"And you too, Ben," he says. "Maybe you're still figuring it out but I can always tell, and I know that you're a boy who likes boys."
Benny hesitates but never takes his eyes off of Chris as the swim suit comes the rest of the way down and he steps out of it.
"What do you think, Ben?" Chris asks, slowly stroking his stiffness and watching Benny's eyes. "You like this, don't you? Tell the truth but not for me, not for Marty or Eddie. Tell the truth to yourself."
They face each other down like Old West gunfighters. I can't look away, can't even blink. If this was a movie this would be the part that everybody talks about the next day.
"You don't hate Marty for liking boys," Chris says softly and kindly. "Eddie doesn't hate me, and we're not gonna hate you. So... do you like my dick?"
Benny's smile is weak and embarrassed but he nods.
Chris grins broadly. "I can always tell," he says again. "Now let's get started before somebody misses us."
"Only thing is," Benny says haltingly, "Marty gave me my first blowjob yesterday, and it was so amazing and he's such a good friend already that I kind of think my very first time should be with him. It seems, I don't know, fair I guess."
"It's OK, Benny," I say, using the nickname again and completely forgetting that I promised not to in front of others. "I don't mind not being first, and I promised Eddie."
"Why don't we do that daisy thing?" Eddie offers. "Then we can all go first."
"What's that?" I ask.
"It's called a daisy chain," Chris explains. He examines the old wooden dock and says, "I guess there's enough room. We kind of make a circle and everybody sucks everybody else."
"Huh?"
"Here," he says, and lies nude on the far edge of the dock. "Everybody get naked and come on."
Eddie strips down his trunks and his hairless junk pops into view. Sure enough he's got a blue-steel stiffie. His skin is very white where the sun don't shine and his small dick has a distinct reddish tinge. It looks pretty inviting to me.
"Eddie, you get on me," Chris says as Benny and I strip off. "Marty, you're on Eddie, Benny you're on Marty, and I'm on you!"
It's a little bit awkward but soon we figure out the positioning and it's time for fun. I have to twist myself at the waist to get down on Eddie while leaving myself open for Benny, but boy is it worth it!
Eddie's little dick is supremely stiff and very tasty. As predicted he squirms and writhes and moans right from the start, getting into it as much as any boy I've ever had except maybe Kevin back home. In this position I can see him going to town on Chris' sweet meat as well, and I think I detect a little more than simply "taking his turn" out of fairness. I think Eddie likes this as much as the rest of us.
It takes Benny a while to take the plunge but finally I feel his soft warm mouth on my dick. He's tentative at first, like he's trying to suck it without actually touching his lips to it, but he quickly gets past that and I feel his excitement ramp up. In 30 seconds all hesitancy is gone and he is enjoying my cock the way I've enjoyed so many. He may not have any of the accomplished technique of someone like Tyler but he has all the enthusiasm and I'm absolutely loving it.
"Yeah Benny!" Chris' gleeful shout echoes. "Man, look at him go! Suck that dick!"
This spurs Benny on even more. In a few seconds Eddie pulls away from my face and turns to watch Benny's performance. I miss his cock but quickly focus on Benny's mouth and getting to my feeling. I roll fully onto my back and look down on Benny's beautiful sandy-blond waves bobbing over my belly.
It's just him and me now with Chris and Eddie watching with wide excited eyes. It's clumsy and sometimes a bit too forceful but it comes from Benny's heart and in just a couple of minutes I feel my orgasm building. His hands come up my belly and I take both of them in mine, interlacing our fingers and tightly squeezing as I zero in on my ending. We crush our hands as I push my hips up to him and rush over the falls.
"He's cumming!" Eddie exclaims. "Man, it looks like a good one!"
I pulse and strain to my release, squeezing Benny's hands as hard as I can. He rides me all the way, looking up with happy eyes as he sucks. Finally I heave my last and the magnificent feeling begins to ebb away. Benny is still nursing my slackening dick but it's getting too sensitive and I have to stop him.
"Yay Benny," Chris says with a grin. "Boy can I call 'em or what? I can always tell."
"We get the point, Chris," Benny says, red-faced. "I'm such an obvious queer."
"Don't be mad, Benny," Chris says. "This is a good thing. Now you can do what you want and you don't have to pretend you don't want it. When you're with us you can relax and just be the super-hot homo boy that you are."
Benny stares at him in surprise. "Super-hot?"
Chris grins wider. "Yeah, man! You are fucking cute! How can you not know how cute you are? Doesn't your house have mirrors?"
Benny looks to me for support but I just shrug. "You are, man," I say. "You're the cutest boy in the whole camp."
He blushes deeply and I love the sight of it.
"Oh shit!" I exclaim in sudden realization. "You guys, he likes to be called Ben, not Benny."
It's my fault because when everything was all dramatic and shit I called him that and apparently Chris picked up on it.
"No," Benny says, "it's OK. I think I wanna go back to being called Benny. It never felt right when people called me Ben, and if I'm gonna be honest with you guys about what I am and what I like then everybody might as well call me Benny."
"OK, Benny!" Chris calls happily. He lays back on the dock and opens his legs. "So why don't you crawl over here and try this thing you said you liked?"
It's after lunch and I'm walking through the woods with Chris and Benny, far from prying ears. Eddie didn't come along, instead hanging out somewhere with two of his friends from last year.
"So when did you know you liked boys?" I ask Chris. "You say you can always tell. Could you tell about yourself?"
"Not as quick as with you guys," he says. "I was only nine and I didn't know much about it yet. I had to meet some other guys like me before I learned how to recognize it. What about you?"
"I never knew until about two months ago when I heard about this other boy back home who likes sucking dicks," I say. "I never even thought of any sex thing before that, but all of a sudden it was like the most important thing in the world. It was like I had to suck somebody's dick or I'd go crazy!"
Chris nods in recognition of the feeling. "Who did you do it to first?"
"His name is Jerry," I say, "my best friend."
"Is he still your best friend?" Chris asks.
"Yeah, sure. Why wouldn't he be?"
Chris looks away, his body language regretful.
"I sucked my best friend first too," he says. "Scottie. We were nine and I pretty much talked him into it even though I kinda knew he didn't want to. I mean, he got a boner and everything but after a while he started crying and pushed me away. He didn't tell on me, but it was never the same after that and then he started playing with this other boy Tony."
"That's a drag, man," I say. "Are you still friends with Scottie at least?"
He sighs. "No. He isn't mean to me or anything. He just doesn't talk to me."
"I'm really sorry that happened, Chris," I say. "But I guess you finally met some boys who did like it."
He smiles. "Yeah. Lots of boys like to get sucked, even if they're not queer."
"Like Eddie," I say.
"Well..." Chris says, his voice trailing off. "He likes to pretend nobody can tell, but Eddie is about a thousand percent queer. I go along with it so he doesn't feel bad."
"And to keep having sex with him," I point out.
"Yeah," he says with an impish grin, "there's that too."
We walk in silence for a minute until Benny offers, "I think I knew for a long time, like maybe since I was seven or eight. Whenever I saw a cute boy I got excited but I didn't know why, and if I happened to see somebody naked at the pool or just get a glimpse of their dick when they're peeing I'd remember it and think about it for days. Then when I was nine or ten thinking about those things gave me a boner and I started playing with it."
"But you never did anything with a boy until now?" Chris asks in some degree of surprise. "That's, like, two years!"
"One day I heard older guys talking about how bad queers are, and how they wanted to beat them up," Benny says, in genuine distress at the memory. "I didn't want to be like that because people would hate me, but the thoughts wouldn't go away and one day I just knew that I really was like that. That's when I decided that I had to keep it secret and never let anybody know."
"So why did you change your mind?"
Benny turns to me with me a much happier look. "Because I met Marty," he says. "He's just the nicest, kindest boy, and I liked him in, like, one second."
Chris grins broadly and I blush.
"Then when he said he liked me that way... I don't know. Everything was just different all of a sudden."
"Aww," Chris says, his grin even wider. "Is somebody falling in love?" My eyes widen and my jaw falls open.
In love. With me.
I feel a lot for Benny, like he said right from the first second, but could it really go all the way to love? Benny and I meet eyes and both instantly turn away. I feel heat on my face, and when I sneak a look back at Benny he's deep red.
"Hey, what's the matter with you guys?" Chris asks, perplexed. "Being in love is great! I am."
We look at him in surprise.
"I have a boyfriend back home," Chris says with a smile. "His name is Jefferson Wilcox and he just turned twelve. Whenever I come to his house to get him I always say, 'Wilcox come out to play?' Get it? Will cocks come out to play?" He giggles.
Chris has a high opinion of his own cleverness.
"We were on a soccer team together last year and got to be friends because our names are so close in the alphabet we were always lined up next to each other. Then when I came here to camp and did all kinds of sex stuff for two weeks I went home super horny and I just had to try it with him."
"You did lots of stuff here at camp?" I ask in wonder, like I just heard about a miracle.
"Yeah, man," he says. "There's plenty of horny boys around. They're all over the place!"
"So I guess Jefferson liked it," Benny says.
"Oh yeah," Chris says, "he went crazy for it. Jeff's super cute and has a nice big dick, and him and me do everything!"
I ask, "Do you butt fuck?"
Chris' mouth opens in happy surprise. "You know about that?"
I wave him off, like it's old hat. "I've done it a couple of times."
Benny looks shocked but Chris looks impressed. "Wow, Marty," he says. "Aren't you only ten?"
"Yeah, but my friend Richard learned it from his big brother."
Chris grins that impish grin of his. "Big brothers know a lot of stuff," he says. "That's how I learned it here at camp, from older kids. Are you the top or the bottom?"
"Huh?" I have to ask. "What do you mean?"
"Do you put it in him or does he put it in you?"
"He puts it in me."
"OK," Chris says with authority. "That's the bottom. I'm the bottom too, most of the time. Jeff loves to top me."
"Did you learn those words from older boys too?" I ask. I'm starting to think about the possibilities here at camp, with so many boys of all ages to learn from.
"Well," Chris hesitates, which is strange because he usually loves showing off how much he knows. "Me and Jeff learned them at the same time from this older guy."
It strikes me that he said older guy, not older boy.
"You mean a grownup?" I ask, shocked. Chris looks guilty.
"Um, sort of," he stammers, his cool confidence nowhere to be seen. "I'm not supposed to talk about it, but you guys are cool. His name is Tim. He's 19 and he's in college."
Benny stares wide-eyed. "You did stuff with a grownup?"
"Yeah," Chris says. He sounds kind of apologetic, like he has to explain himself.
"But it was like bein' with a kid, all fun sex play like me and Jeff had been doing for a month already. You know, blowjobs and hand jobs and stuff."
Chris' eyes searched ours, seeking understanding.
"Tim had money and a car and he'd take us out driving in the country where no other cars were around. He'd let us sit on his lap and steer the car while he rubbed his big boner against our asses and squeezed our dicks. It made us real horny, so when we went back to his apartment to fool around he got me sitting on his lap naked, and his dick was pokin' at my butthole. I knew he wanted to put it inside and it just seemed right to let him."
"Holy shit!" Benny exclaims. "I didn't know people could do that! And with a grownup?"
"I had been fucked before at camp," Chris says, "But only by boys with lots smaller ones. Me and Jeff had never done it yet either, so Tim's was really scary for me."
"Did it hurt?" I ask, much more clinically than Benny. I'm gathering data.
Chris gives a wry smile. "Yeah, at first." He's quick to add, "Pretty bad but not that bad. And I don't know, somehow it was way more sexy than painful."
"Yeah," I say. "I remember. But I did it with a nine-year-old. His dick is real long but way skinny and it really didn't hurt too much, and then after a while it got crazy good."
"Tim's dick is pretty long," he says with a grimace, "and thick too. It never really got feeling good that first time but it was better the second time, and by the end of the summer I liked it a lot."
I think of something Chris said — or rather didn't say — and I get a little alarmed.
"That first time, didn't he use any lotion or Vaseline or anything to make it slippery?"
"Not at first," he says, "but it wouldn't go in, so he had Jeff run into the bedroom and get this tube of stuff from his nightstand. Then it was slippery enough and it finally went in."
"Wow," Benny says under his breath, like he can't even believe what he's hearing. Then he thinks of something and asks, "Is it as big as Charlie's?"
"You mean that guy in the showers last night?" Chris asks. His eyes drift up and I know he's comparing them in his mind. "Yeah, I think so. I never saw Tim's that much when it was soft, so I'd have to see Charlie with a boner to be sure."
"You must have felt really super full," I say. "I felt really full with Richard's skinny thing up me. I can't imagine having a grownup one in there."
"It was a lot, especially that first time," Chris says. "But I really liked the full feeling, and I liked that he was holding me tight and kissing my neck and telling me how wonderful it was."
"Richard held me tight too," I say, "and I liked it, but I think the best part was that I made him so happy by giving him what he really wanted."
Chris brightens. "Yeah!" he says. "I love that, when I can be the one to make a guy so happy. I super like giving Jeff what he wants."
"And that's your butt too, huh?" Benny asks, and I can't tell if there's a hint of reproach in his voice or not.
"Well, yeah," Chris says. "Sometimes, but sometimes it's other stuff. I love him and I love to make him happy any way I can. And he makes me happy, too. In fact, I fucked Jeff before he ever fucked me, and even before Tim fucked him."
I say, "Yeah, but that was because he was scared of Tim's big dick, right? He wanted to try a smaller one first."
"Maybe," Chris concedes, "but still, I fucked him first and I still fuck him sometimes, although it's almost always him doing it to me. That's how we both like it best."
We walk in silence for awhile, digesting recent disclosures. We're almost back to the main camp when Chris touches us both on the arm to stop us.
"Do you guys maybe wanna, you know, try it? You can both fuck me if you want."
Benny's eyebrows go up yet again and he shoots me a look. I think for just a second before I smile and say, "Yeah, OK. If you want."
Chris looks hopefully to Benny, who says nothing but only nods.
Chris grins and says, "Cool. But not till tomorrow though."
"Why not?" I ask. I'm not disappointed, just curious. I can wait one day.
"I want to take you to a special place for that and it's too late today."
We're just finishing dinner in the mess hall, all six of us from cabin 12 around that same picnic table. I'm not sure why we've kept that up, having meals together even though there's no rule that you have to eat with your cabin mates. You can sit with anybody you want, but this is our fifth meal at camp and we're still together. It's actually kind of nice, like a chance to touch base with each other and share all the cool fun things we're doing all day.
Well, not all the fun things we do.
I watch Donny kidding around with Timmy and I see genuine happiness on both of their faces. Donny still jabs the rest of us with his good-natured mockery but never him. Timmy is his fair-haired boy, quite literally. I wonder if anything private is going on between Donny and the little golden-haired cherub, which wouldn't surprise me a bit.
"Did you guys try these blondies yet?" Ricky asks, still chewing his dessert. "They're great!"
"Like Frosted Flakes?" Donny asks, getting his laugh.
Blondies are like brownies, only lighter colored and taste more like brown sugar. I glance at Timmy and wonder if Donny has tasted that delicious blondie.
Charlie walks up to the table and gets our attention.
"We've been challenged, you guys. Cabin 14 says they can kick our butts at softball, and I told them no way! We've got diamond number 2 reserved for this evening, so let's finish up here and meet at the field in half an hour. What do you say? Are you ready to defend the honor of cabin 12?"
"Yeah!" everyone enthuses, except notably Ricky. Charlie explains how it will work with only six on a side, with the counselors pitching, the batting team providing a catcher and no first baseman because it's pitcher's hands out. When he finishes and leaves to sign out the equipment from the activities desk five of us start chattering about softball and what positions we want to play, but Ricky is conspicuously silent.
"What's the matter?" Carl asks his big friend with concern. We all stop talking to listen and that makes Ricky even more self-conscious. I'm close enough to reach him and put my hand reassuringly on top of his, which seems to help.
"I'm terrible at softball," he says. "All sports, really. I'm awkward and clumsy and I can't hit the ball... or throw it or catch it either!"
"Oh, it can't be that bad," Donny says, no mockery in his voice for once.
"Oh yes it can," Ricky says. "The doctor says it's because of my growth disorder. My bones grew faster than my muscles, so my body just won't move the way my brain tells it to. Sometimes everything just hurts out of nowhere."
I give him a sympathetic look and squeeze his hand a little, which makes him smile at me.
"I'm not gonna die from it or anything," Ricky says. "They think maybe after I go through, you know, puberty, that maybe it'll get better."
"Go through what?" Timmy asks, and I for one am glad the littlest guy asked so none of us bigger guys had to admit we didn't know either.
Donny explains quietly, "When guys get a little older than us they start to grow hair. Down there."
"Oh!" Timmy says in sudden recognition. "I remember when my brother Darren started to grow it." He giggles and adds, "I caught him with his pants down trying to see himself with our Mom's makeup mirror. He couldn't see anything so I said I'd look for him, and he had like three little tiny hairs right above his dick!"
At the word dick a couple of heads turn toward us at nearby tables, but quickly turn back to their dinners.
"There's more to it than that," Donny says. "There's these things called hormones and they make a lot of stuff change. Hopefully it will fix Ricky up."
"I sure hope so, man," Carl says with a sincere look for his bunky. I call them bunkies even though they don't share the same bunk bed. I figure it's really pairing off as friends that makes guys bunkies, and that makes me and Benny bunkies too.
"Don't worry about the game," Donny says, equally sincerely. "We'll all cover for you, and if anybody laughs at you..."
Donny brandishes his two fists with a tough-guy look on his face.
"...they'll have to answer to Thunder and Lightning!"
He almost immediately breaks up laughing, which quickly spreads to the rest of us.
The game is a rout, with cabin 12 on top! Benny and Carl and I all do OK, as does Timmy considering his size, but Donny is amazing. He makes only one out the entire game and scores six runs. He's fast as a goddamn gazelle and ranges all the way from center field to catch a fly ball right in front of grateful right-fielder Ricky. He blasts two homers and a double as we clobber cabin 14 by a score of 9 to 3.
"Boy that was fun!" Timmy exclaims, looking up at Donny in unabashed hero-worship. In fact there may be even more than that in his shining blue eyes, but now I start to think that I'm just such a horndog these days that I'm reading sex into everything.
Not that I would blame the kid. Donny is smart and funny and gorgeous and strong and even humble about his dominance of the game, telling everyone including Ricky how great they played. I clap him on the back in congratulations and my hand comes away covered with his sweat and it doesn't even gross me out. In fact my dick rises instantly as my mind flashes on me and Donny getting sweaty together in the boathouse, and I have to look away in embarrassment.
"All right you guys!" Charlie calls. "Let's all congratulate cabin 14 on a good game!"
We all mill together in the infield, offering handshakes and saying good game, even though we green-shirted boys are pretty much gloating and 14's blue-shirts are pretty much stewing. Even so I get a twinkling look and a smile from a brown-haired cutie I heard them call Brent, who was one of the best players in their losing effort. I smile back and definitely feel a connection.
Chris may be right. This place looks to be swarming with horny boys! I turn to get another look and damn if Brent isn't looking back at me!
This does nothing to curb my boner.
Our whole cabin is standing naked just outside the shower area, waiting for shower heads to become available. Charlie has cajoled and bribed us into showering the second night in a row, promising afterward we'll get ice cream sundaes in the mess hall in celebration of our big win. I really really want to stare at Donny but I force my head immobile by sheer force of will.
There's plenty of eye candy even without my cabin mates, with everyone who didn't shower after the welcoming bonfire showing up tonight. Apparently after two days even they can't stand their own stink.
Across the way I spot Chris and Eddie and they look as great in the nude as I remember. Chris nods while Eddie grins and waves. I scan slightly to the right and see three older boys, 14 or so, grab-assing and goofing around, and one of them has a damn near full hard-on. It isn't huge but I sure like seeing it. Nobody seems to be giving him shit about it.
I hear a commotion behind me and turn to see the boys of cabin 14 bustling in from outside. My breath catches as I recognize Brent laughing with another boy who isn't nearly as cute.
Brent spots me spotting him. A grin sprouts on his cute face and we make solid eye contact for at least five seconds, and then his eyes travel down my naked body and back up. I thought we had a connection after the game but man, this feels downright intense!
"Earth to Marty," Donny says, waving his hand in front of my face. "Where are you, man? In orbit with John Glenn?"
I turn to Donny and mumble something incoherent, and when I look back to Brent again he's gone. Internally I say shit, but I smile sheepishly at Donny and he chuckles.
"So much to see, so little time," he says softly and drifts away to a shower that has just come available. As he walks away I can't help watching every undulation of his magnificent dimpled ass. I swallow and try to breathe just as Donny throws me a coy smile over one shoulder. He holds my gaze by the strength of his will and as he steps under the streaming water he turns to fully face me.
I've seen some beautiful bodies in my whirlwind first month as a queer but Donny is truly spectacular. Tyler back home is a boy-god in his own way but he's slim and delicate and almost feminine. It suits him to a T and he couldn't be more beautiful, but Donny is something entirely different.
Even super-hot Benny is beautiful more in a young-boy way. His innocent childishness contributes to his considerable appeal. While Donny is unquestionably still a boy with not a single body hair that I can see, he's got definite teen attributes too with a muscular and athletic physique and a loose cock that drapes limply over his large balls.
Like a man's.
Little boys like me and Benny and Chris and Eddie and every other hairless kid in the place pretty much all sport a springy little sprig of a dick that doesn't so much hang down as bounce jauntily along in front of us. Don't misunderstand me; I love springy little sprigs, but Donny's flaccid three inches is mesmerizing and I can't help but imagine it pulsing to its upright glory.
I'm sure he's deliberately showing himself to me, as did Chris last night. It's certainly a come-on, and so is Brent from cabin 14 making eyes at me and checking out my stuff.
How do all these guys know that I'll welcome their advances? Did someone take a Magic Marker and write I LIKE BOYS on my forehead?
The kid next to Donny is wrapping up his shower and Donny smiles and makes the come-here gesture in my direction. My lungs fill because I think he means me, but then little Timmy darts past me and hurries over to join his bunkie as fast as his tiny feet can go without slipping. He's as amazing from behind as Donny only in a different way. His round, firm and pink ass is as delectably childish as Donny's is athletic. As he arrives next to Donny they grin at each other in obvious mutual infatuation.
Timmy turns to get himself wet and I see his adorable juvenile junk for the first time. He has an extraordinarily beautiful body and I know I'd go ten rounds with that sweet little weenie any day.
I'm racking up quite a wish list at this camp.
Donny and Timmy only have eyes for each other now and so my eyes begin to wander. Benny and I find showers and we move out into the room closer to the crowd of boys. I scan from one lovely naked body to the next, immediately rejecting the too-olds and sorting the delicious 14-and-unders into categories:
Nope
Meh
Sure, if they're into it, and
Whoa!
I'm giving a closer eye to a long-haired boy of 12 or so — who by the way looks fantastic in nothing but shower water and soap suds — when behind him I spot a straw-blond head that somehow rings a vague and distant bell.
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