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This is a continuation of my story One Hundred Quarters, wherein Marty goes to camp.
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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.
My mouth opens as the boy turns toward me and I see the cute little face of Bobby, the boy from Jefferson Elementary who Jerry brought all the way across town for a BJ. I'm elated that I've finally found the kid from back home, and the memory comes back of how cute he was and how much I enjoyed him. Other than a subdued orgasm he hardly seemed to respond at all to my attentions but I guess he liked it if he's putting quarters on my bunk to get me to do it again.
Bobby doesn't see me and it doesn't seem like a good idea to call out to him. I decide to finish up showering and wait outside to catch him when he comes out of the shower house's only door. There's still a lot of cute nudies to ogle though, and I don't get out quite as quickly as I planned. In fact Benny can't stall any longer and leaves without me.
I watch the door as boy after boy comes out but not Bobby and I wonder if I missed him.
The door opens again and Brent from cabin 14 steps out with his less-cute friend. Our eyes meet and lock once again and I feel that same weird electricity.
He says something to his friend, who nods and smiles broadly at Brent before walking away with a strange little look at me. His smile triggers a memory from the game of this kid scoring one of their three runs when Brent drove him all the way in from first with a deep hooking double to the left field corner, and Zane clapping him on the back and shouting, "Good running, Nicky!"
Brent steps close and for some reason I feel nervous.
"Hi, I'm Brent," he says smiling. "You played real good in the softball game."
"You did too," I reply, "especially that double. I'm Marty by the way."
"Yeah, I know," he says, and sheepishly adds, "I asked about you."
"Really?"
"Yeah." Brent looks away, suddenly very interested in the trees in the distance. Without looking back he softly asks, "You wanna maybe hang out sometime?"
My heart quickens.
"Um, yeah, sure," I say, trying not to sound too eager.
He makes eye contact again. "What are you doing right now?"
I half-smile in embarrassment. "I don't want to rub it in or anything, but our counselor is taking us to the mess hall for ice cream to celebrate winning the game."
Brent breaks into a grin. "Hate to tell you, Marty, but we're getting ice cream too. I was gonna invite you to come along."
I grin back. "Let's invite each other then," I say and Brent laughs.
He's got a great laugh.
"I'll see you there then, huh?" he says. "I've gotta stop at the cabin to drop this stuff off." He indicates what he's holding, a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste in one hand and a white bunched-up cloth in the other that we both suddenly realize is his dirty underwear. He startles and thrusts them behind his back.
Oh my God it's cute.
I laugh warmly. "Brent, you were just in there naked in front of the whole camp. I don't think you need to be embarrassed about your underpants!"
He chuckles in good humor. "No, I guess not. But you didn't see me naked, did you?"
"Actually no," I say. "I kind of lost you in the crowd."
Brent starts to walk away, teasingly saying, "I saw you though. See you in the mess hall!"
"Yeah, but not naked!" I call after him, and he looks back and laughs.
I just stand there for a minute, smiling to myself and musing on everything that's happened. I've been here a day and a half and already I've sucked three dicks, been sucked myself, found a boy I've sucked before who wants me to do it again, and I have a date tomorrow to screw a kid in the butt. I've seen countless beautiful naked boys and had two of them flirt with me to the point where I'm pretty sure something will happen with them, too.
Don't call this place Camp Wannemok, or even Camp Run-amok.
Call it Camp Wanna-fuck.
I realize I'm standing by myself hearing nothing but crickets so I decide to get going. First though I'm just going to pop my head back into the shower house to satisfy myself that everybody's indeed gone and I really have missed Bobby. Just as I'm reaching for the door it pushes open and I have to jump back or get hit in the face with it.
"Sorry," a high voice says and then stops dead in surprise.
"Hi Bobby," I say.
"Marty? What are you doing here?"
"I'm waiting for you," I say.
He blushes deeply. "I was just, uh, in the bathroom."
I understand nobody wants to discuss their poop habits but he seems a lot more embarrassed than the average kid would be. Everybody poops, after all. Then it occurs to me why else he might wait for everyone to leave before going into the stall and I smile devilishly.
"Were you playin' with it?" I ask quietly, and Bobby's deep purple blush gives me my answer. "It's cool," I say. "I don't know if I can go two whole weeks without doin' it."
"I, uh, just had to go to the bathroom, that's all."
"Yeah, OK," I say, letting him off the hook but not believing him for a second. "Anyway I'm sure glad I found you. I was looking all over."
"You've been looking for me? How did you even know I was here?"
"From the secret message you left me," I say, giggling. "You know, the quarter on my pillow."
He cocks his head at me. "I didn't leave a quarter on your pillow. I didn't even know you were here. Jerry said you were saving up for camp but he never said which one."
"You didn't leave me a quarter?" I ask, perplexed. "Like, to tell me you want another, you know..." I lean in and whisper, "BJ."
"No," Bobby insists. "Like I said I didn't know you were here, much less which cabin you were in, much less which bunk is yours!"
"Then who the heck left me the quarter?"
"How should I know?" Bobby retorts, then whispers, "but I'll take that BJ for sure!"
I get a really terrible, reckless idea.
"There's nobody left in the shower house, right?" I ask with a single cocked eyebrow, hoping it looks sexy and not like I'm having a seizure. Bobby is confused for a second but then his mouth opens in shock.
"Oh, Marty," he says, "that would be so dangerous! Anybody could come any second!"
"Yeah, I know," I say with an evil little smile. "But wouldn't it be exciting?"
I look around to be sure we're alone then slip my palm down between his legs. As I expected his small dick is standing up its tallest. Bobby is one of those kids who really wants sex but just isn't confident enough to go for it. I'd love it if he came up with the dangerous idea and I was the one talked into it, but if I wait for Bobby to work up the guts camp will be over.
He looks around nervously, but when his blue eyes come back to mine they are glittering with excitement.
"Come on," I say, and take him by the hand. I lead him inside with no resistance.
I see how the lockers and benches are laid out and get an idea. I take Bobby to the last row and pull him around the corner. I open the doors of the first lockers on each side facing each other, like saloon doors on Gunsmoke with only about a foot between them.
"OK," I say softly, "this is as far from the door as we can get and someone would have to get all the way back here before they could see anything between the doors. If we hear someone come in we'll have plenty of time to cover up."
Bobby licks his lips and lets out a heavy breath, and I can't tell if it's from fear or excitement. Probably both. I pull him into me and press my lips to his.
Bobby has no idea what to make of this but after a shocked moment passively allowing me to kiss him I feel him nibble my lips in return. I press the kiss harder and so does he. I kiss him for at least 20 seconds and he gets more and more into it.
"Wow," he whispers when we break apart. "I never kissed a boy before."
I giggle. "Do you like it?"
Bobby is blushing and never answers, but finally gives a tiny nod.
"Is it OK if I do more now?"
"OK," he softly says, and doesn't seem surprised when I sink to my knees before him. I take his shorts and underwear as one and slide them right down to his knees. His small pink boner juts out and up, hard as can be.
"Sit on the bench," I say, and he does. I move in closer and approach that slim hot boyflesh, my nostrils flaring with the intoxicating scent of horny boy.
I get another idea, since he's sitting right at the end of the bench.
"Pull your shirt up to your armpits," I say, "and lay back on the bench."
He gets the idea and turns 90 degrees so that he is lengthwise along the bench, nude now from the knees to the pits. I knee-walk into position and lean in, licking his turgid little member and running my tongue around it.
"Oh God, Marty," he sighs. "I almost forgot how great it feels. Suck me man, suck me."
This is a real breakthrough for a kid like Bobby. Our first time back home he never uttered a sound, just lay there barely moving except for involuntary shudders and muscle tremors, emitting the occasional sigh. Even when he came I could hardly tell he had. It thrills me to have him ask for his pleasure.
Now we're on the right track!
I reach up and tenderly stroke his slim soft belly and chest. He seems to like that too and moans softly but appreciatively. I find his tiny nipples and tweak them into sharp pinpoints and his squirming increases. In a couple of minutes he is thrusting his hips up to my mouth. They are tiny pelvic thrusts but they are more than he gave me the first time. I am so pleased that Bobby is loosening up and letting himself enjoy it.
I pump harder and harder, sensing that Bobby is gearing up for his feeling. His guts tense and slacken and his breath catches as he gets closer, his thighs tightening and those pelvic thrusts getting more powerful. His hands finally come to the back of my head and he begins to fuck my face for real. I tighten my lips around his slim shaft and let him pump.
"Unghh!" he groans as he pushes deep into my mouth one final time. He bucks up to me, his balls clenching and his hands crushing me to him. It's twice the cum he had back in the shed and he bucks for ten solid seconds before he comes down.
"Jesus, Marty," he breathes. "That was amazing!"
"I'm glad you liked it," I reply, meaning it with every ounce of my sincerity. Making boys cum real hard is my favorite thing in the whole world.
I rise from my knees and regard him with a broad smile. Right now I have tremendous affection for this cute little blond that I barely know. He gets himself dressed again and smiles back at me.
"Oh!" he says, like he just remembered something important. "I don't have a quarter."
"Nah," I say. "Forget it. I don't charge for it here at camp. This was just for fun."
The ice cream party is a blast. The boys from cabin 14 are amazingly good sports about the trouncing they just suffered and before the sundaes are half-eaten the 12 of us are friends. So much so that plans are already being made to join forces to challenge two other cabins.
I don't blame them one bit. Wouldn't you rather have Donny playing for you than against you?
I think one reason the two cabins click so quickly is the example of Charlie and 14's counselor Zane, who we find out met here when they were campers then signed up to be counselors together. Their obvious warmth and affection are contagious and spread naturally to the rest of us.
"I never met anybody named Zane before," little Timmy says. "What kind of a name is that?"
Zane smiles at the boy and ruffles his golden blond locks, which Timmy shakes off with a frown. He must get a lot of that.
"I was named after Zane Grey," the older boy says. "He was an old-timey author who wrote westerns, like cowboys and Indians and stuff. My Dad was nuts about his books when he was a kid."
"I think it's a cool name," Charlie says, directing an affectionate look into his friend's eyes. "It's pretty neat to be named after a famous author."
I have to take Charlie's word for the famous part, since I've never heard of the guy. To be fair, I'm ten and the only book writer I can even think of is Dr. Seuss. Charlie and Zane are still locking eyes, which seems a bit strange to me. I glance at Benny and he's noticed, too.
Zane abruptly turns to the group and brightly suggests, "Why don't we have a practice tomorrow just to get to know everybody's best positions, and then Charlie and I will ask around the other counselors for a game."
Charlie is also enthused and offers, "We can all have breakfast together and then go right down to the field!"
"Hey, that'd be neat!" Brent says and beams me a big smile. I start to return it when Benny elbows me lightly.
"Aren't we supposed to meet Chris tomorrow morning?"
I'm slightly alarmed because now we're in a predicament. I sure as hell don't want to miss our date with Chris and obviously Benny doesn't either, but how are we going to get out of this group practice without telling them what's so important? We could reschedule with Chris but it's after nine already and Chris will be in his cabin for the night. If we weren't here being supervised by our counselors we'd have to be in our cabins too.
I must look worried because Brent asks, "What's the matter Marty?"
"Um, nothin'" I say, but I know he can tell from my voice that I'm hiding something. I've never been very good at hiding my feelings. My Mom says she always knows when I'm upset, or especially lying, but Jerry told me his Mom says the same thing but he gets away with lies all the time. Even so it's something about myself that I know is true.
I freeze in horror as it occurs to me that maybe that's how all these boys know I'm hot for their dicks! Maybe my stupid face just can't hide it. Maybe I'm the one who wrote I LIKE BOYS on my forehead!
"Wait a minute," Zane says, wearing a pained expression. "Tomorrow morning's no good." He turns to Charlie and says, "We've got that..."
"CPR class!" Charlie finishes. "Shit! I forgot."
The grownup who runs the kitchen is passing through and shoots Charlie a reproachful look.
"Sorry Mr. Crandall!" Charlie says to him, and the man says nothing but continues to frown as he walks away.
"We can't do softball until later you guys," Zane pipes back in. "Charlie and I are learning CPR so we can rotate in as lifeguards for swimming. Our first lesson is tomorrow morning."
I have no clue what CPR is but my heart rises anyway, and I am now as relieved as I was upset a moment ago.
"Aw shoot!" Brent exclaims, real anguish on his face.
Man, the kid must really like softball.
He looks at me, his expression turned now to hope. "We can still hang out though, huh Marty?"
I don't know what to say. For a second I was all upset because softball practice was going to mess up our date with Chris, and then I was happy because softball was pushed back to the afternoon, and now Brent wants to mess it all up again! This is getting very confusing.
"Sure!" Benny steps in, and I look at him in surprise. "Let's hook up at breakfast, Me and Marty and you and Nicky."
Nicky breaks into a grin at being included and shares a happy look with Brent.
"I can't believe you invited them to hang out tomorrow, Benny. How are we going to mess around with Chris if Brent and Nicky are with us?"
"We'll have to ditch 'em somehow," Benny says. "At least now we've got time to figure out how."
"What if we can't?"
Benny studies me for several strides. "Maybe they'll want to come along too."
My mouth opens in shock. It's been doing that a lot lately.
"You were too busy makin' eyes with Brent," Benny says, "but I saw the look on Nicky's face. Either those two are doin' it already or at least Nicky wants to."
I stare at Benny in surprise.
"I've been thinking about what Chris said, how after you meet a few other guys like us you can kinda recognize it. I watched those two for an hour tonight and I think Brent is hot for you and Nicky is hot for Brent."
I don't say anything to Benny but the truth is I've felt a weird electric connection with Brent since we first met eyes on the softball field. I've been a little worried about Benny maybe getting jealous considering his all-but-declared feelings for me. I really like Benny, and I really like fooling around with him and I'd really hate to hurt his feelings, but there's something major going on with Brent too, and I feel like I need to see where it will lead.
The whole bunk bed shakes violently and I'm instantly startled awake. In a second I get my bearings and I know I'm in my bunk in cabin 12 and it's the middle of the night. Big Ricky has turned over in his sleep and it felt like an earthquake.
I hear another sound and assume at first that Ricky is restless again, but the bed doesn't move at all and I know it isn't him. The moon is bright coming in the window and once my eyes adjust I can make out a shape moving at the foot of Ricky's bunk. It's a smallish figure and Benny's sound asleep in the next bunk, so it must be either Timmy or Carl going out to pee.
The figure bumps into our bed frame and I hear a very high voice say "Crap!" in a hushed tone. I glance at Timmy's bunk and confirm that it's empty.
I'm surprised when the boy doesn't head for the cabin door but rather for Charlie's bedroom. I'm slightly alarmed thinking that something must be wrong with the poor little guy. Maybe he woke up with an upset tummy from too much ice cream, or maybe he had a bad dream, or maybe he's just scared being away from home for the first time.
Timmy reaches the door and silently turns the knob, easing it open very quietly. Upset tummies, bad dreams and scaredy-cats probably wouldn't be so sneaky about it, so I watch him closely. He slips inside and quietly pulls the door closed behind him, and then there's silence.
I'm curious now so I watch and watch but no sound ever comes and Timmy never comes out. I'm wretchedly tired at this point and I finally decide that it must have been a bad dream and because Charlie is like his older brother Timmy went to his room to be comforted. My curiosity is satisfied and I'm asleep again in seconds.
Movement in the room again wakes me up. This time the soft dawn light has dimly illuminated the cabin and I see Donny rising for the day, dressing in his running outfit of tight short shorts — which look amazing on him, by the way — sleeveless t-shirt, white socks and athletic shoes.
"Good morning," he whispers to me with a smile, mindful of waking the others. "I really need to go for a run, so hopefully Charlie and Timmy are awake and he'll let me go."
I nod and smile. Apparently Donny figured out last night's bad dream scenario as well. He tiptoes across the room and gently opens Charlie's door.
Donny's eyes open wide and his jaw drops. He immediately backs out of the doorway as quietly as he can, easing the door shut. He shoots me a shocked look which morphs into a wicked grin.
"C'mere!" he whispers urgently. "Hurry up!"
I throw off the covers and carefully climb down, cautiously approaching as Donny reaches again for Charlie's doorknob. He waits until I'm in a position where I'll be able to see inside and then softly pulls the door open a crack.
Charlie is on his back on top of his covers, buck naked, his head thrown back and his eyes dreamily closed. Timmy is naked too, face-down between Charlie's wide-open legs, his golden curls bobbing steadily up and down over Charlie's groin. We're almost directly behind Timmy so I can't see the actual cock and mouth but I sure as fuck know what they're doing!
Donny's hand comes to my shoulder and he pulls me away, softly closing the door. He gestures me to follow him and heads for the door. I'm wearing nothing but my sleeping shorts and I briefly consider getting dressed but I don't want to take the time so I follow him outside and hope it's warm enough at barely dawn.
It's a little chilly but I think I can handle it, and I'm sure we will only be out here long enough to acknowledge what we've just seen.
Donny leads me toward the outhouses and I realize that it will be our cover story if anybody catches us out of the cabin. I don't want to go inside because of the stink and Donny must feel the same because he leads me around behind them and a few yards into the woods.
Donny steps up to a large tree facing away from me and fishes out his dick. A strong stream of piss wets the bark and since I need my morning whizz too I find my own Nature's urinal and follow suit. In a minute we're both done and we back away from our messes.
"Can you believe it?" Donny asks, a silly smile on his face. "Timmy was really goin' at it, and I'll bet it wasn't the first time, either."
I nod. "They were probably doin' it back home too."
"I'll bet," he says, and smiles happily at me. I glance down and see a small tent in the front of his little shorts. I remember from the showers that Donny is only slightly bigger down there than I am despite being a year older and carrying himself like a teenager.
He gives me a weird look, like he's trying to make a decision, then quietly says, "I remember from last year, stuff like that happens at camp more than you'd think."
I'm silent for a moment and I feel my dick expanding and tenting out my shorts. I connect with Donny's gentle eyes and ask, "Did it ever happen to you?"
He nervously licks his lips and studies me intently, reading everything he can from my expression. His eyes travel down and I'm sure he notices my excitement. "Yeah," he says. "You?"
"Yeah, twice already."
"Benny?"
I nod. "And two other kids."
He chuckles, suddenly his usual, perfectly relaxed self.
"Well shit, you don't waste any time, do you Marty?"
I giggle and say, "Hey, we've only got two weeks!" Then I give him a more serious look and say, "I'll bet you wish that was you with Timmy."
He hesitates just a beat and then sheepishly smiles. "He's just adorable, isn't he?"
I nod. "I can tell how much you like him, and he really likes you too. I'll bet if you asked him he'd suck you."
Donny grins. "Not till after I suck him. And I'll bet you wish that was you with Charlie."
I'm surprised and I think for a second before responding. "I guess I would do it if he wanted me to, but maybe I'd rather be with Timmy too."
"Hmm," Donny says. "The way you looked at him in the shower I thought you had a thing for older guys."
I'm a bit embarrassed for some reason and I look down at my bare feet before I say, "I have a thing for all guys."
Slowly I bring my eyes back up and find Donny gazing down at me with incredible kindness. In a second a bit of concern comes over his face and he says, "You're shivering. Are you cold?"
I nod. I have gooseflesh all over and my little nipples are pinpoint sharp.
"Come here then," he gently says and enfolds me in his arms. His warmth helps but soon I'm focusing more on his sexy hotness than his biological heat.
Donny's skin is smooth and soft but his muscles are firm just underneath. He pulls me in even closer and I feel his stiffness poking me in the lower belly. I push my hips forward to press my own boner against his thigh and I look dreamily into his lovely, kind eyes.
I find myself willing him to lean in, to bring his luscious lips to mine and kiss me like I'm his boy, like I exist to please him. I press myself tighter and he presses back, his face drifting closer a millimeter at a time.
When he kisses me my breath leaves my body and I crush my lips searchingly to his. He's a good kisser and quickly his slippery tongue is swirling around mine and I taste his ardor like the most delicious dessert I can imagine. We're only a few steps into the woods and anybody coming to the outhouses will surely notice us, but the heat of the moment is simply irresistible.
He kisses down my chest, pausing only to lick and nip at each of my sharp nipples before sinking to his knees in front of me. He wastes no time and I don't know if it's because he's so horny or because the longer we're out here the more dangerous it is. I hunger for his body but I need to please him and if what he wants is to suck me right this instant right here almost in the open then that's what I want too. I will give myself to him exactly the way he wants me.
He pulls down my shorts and underpants and his mouth is on me even before my dick can spring back up. Donny sucks my full length, more strongly than anyone ever has, devouring me like he's starving for it. He pumps me a few times, ending up with just the tip between his lips and he tickles and laves until it tingles so much I almost have to laugh.
He takes my butt cheeks in both hands and starts to slam his mouth up and down, harder and harder like it's an Olympic sport or something. It's almost too fierce and I fear for my balls as his chin bumps them over and over. Donny looks up in mid-pump and the twinkle in his eye says he is loving it, and that's all I need.
Use me, Donny! Take what you want!
The very idea — that for these few moments I belong to this handsome, strong boy, and I can please him the way he wants me to, the way he needs me to — thrills me to the core. I know he'd rather be with Timmy, and I know that once the two of them hook up Donny will have no more use for me, but somehow that excites me too!
I'm the one who was here when he needed me. He and I will have this connection forever!
That thought presses my final button and I surge forward with my feeling. Donny sucks hard, making little moaning sounds that I thirstily drink in as my body and soul course into him in wave after wave. He lets me throb and pulse my final times in his wonderful mouth and then he abruptly stands up.
"Me now!" he commands urgently, pushing me down with his hands on both of my shoulders. "Hurry, Marty! I won't last long."
My pants are still around my knees as I drop to the forest floor and I take a microsecond to note that they make a nice cushion. The morning dampness is cold on my virtually nude body but I don't care. I grab his running shorts and try to pull them down but they are tight and he has to help me.
Finally his rock-hard dick jumps out at me and it is beautiful, slightly bent upwards with a nice big helmet head larger than the shaft. Now that I see it hard I think he's actually quite a bit bigger than me but it's still a boy's dick, not a teenager's. It's pink like the rest of him, the pubic area above it satiny smooth and perfect.
"Suck me now, Marty!" he pleads. "I need it!"
He doesn't have to ask me twice. I lean in and take a few sensual licks at his glans and he shudders all over. I take his magnificent buns into both of my hands, thrilling to the strength of his tight muscles, then pull the head of his cock between my lips and begin to work it the way I naturally do. I know he loves it but he nudges my chin upward with his finger and makes eye contact.
"I know you're really good at this Marty," he says with a smile. "I can tell already, and someday I want you to really show me what you can do, but right now we're in a hurry and me especially 'cause sucking your sweet dick turned me on like crazy and I've gotta get my nut!"
My sweet dick turned Donny on like crazy!
"Not to mention guys are going to start waking up any minute and coming out here to pee. Can you get me off in record time, Marty? Do you think you can do that?"
Well I fucking know I can. I throw myself into giving him my very best deep pumps and dickhead tickles, pausing in between only long enough to stimulate his cockhead to greater heights. I've never given speed-head before but I figure it out as I go and in less than a minute Donny is holding my head tightly and pulsing dryly into my mouth.
He cums hard for almost as long as I sucked him.
"I can't find 'em anywhere," Benny says, flopping down next to me at the breakfast table. Cabin 14 doesn't eat together at a certain table so Benny took a lap around the mess hall searching for Brent and Nicky, coming up empty.
"That's weird," I say. "They seemed so excited to hang out."
Benny doesn't say so in front of the rest of the guys but I can see relief in his eyes. We were hoping for a way to ditch them so we can meet Chris and now it looks like they've ditched themselves.
Benny steals a strip of bacon off of my plate and eats it with a cheeky smile. I know he's flirting and I smile back. I'm done with breakfast anyway and my mind has moved on to more urgent things. We haven't seen Chris yet this morning either and I don't know how we're going to meet up for our big date.
Charlie approaches the table as he has after every meal but he isn't wearing his usual happy smile. He doesn't look exactly mad though. Maybe he's worried about something.
"Marty? Donny?" he says in a carefully modulated, neutral tone of voice. "I need to talk to you guys for a minute. Please stop back at the cabin when you're done here."
Donny stops chewing his toast and we share a frightened look.
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