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This is a continuation of my story One Hundred Quarters, wherein Marty goes to camp.
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Donny and I stand in Charlie's bedroom, the silence unnerving. He told us to wait for him in here and I'm filled with dread, like when the teacher says she needs to talk to me after school. This kind of thing is never good news.
"What if somebody saw us in the woods?" I ask in a whisper. "I don't want them to send me home!"
"Don't panic," Donny whispers back. "I don't think anybody saw us, and even if somebody did they probably wouldn't send us home. Remember I told you, this stuff goes on more than you know."
Charlie comes in and closes the door. He isn't smiling and he doesn't make eye contact.
I'm scared. If I get sent home after only three days my Dad will kill me. Not about the sex stuff, at least I don't think so. I've never heard him say anything bad about queers, and one time my Mom pointed out two men holding hands and my Dad just shrugged and said, "To each his own." I didn't know what it meant at the time but I think I do now. No, he'd be more mad about the wasted money and having to drive all the way back up here again to get me.
My Mom would be the one to freak out about the sex.
"Thanks for coming, you guys," Charlie says, gesturing us to sit on the edge of his twin-size bed. Counselors get regular beds rather than narrow bunks, being bigger kids and staying for the whole summer. Charlie nervously paces a couple of steps back and forth, but his tone of voice conveys his usual kindness.
"Listen, I'm just going to jump right into it. Early this morning you guys did something that kind of opens up a can of worms."
I've never heard that expression and Charlie sees the confusion on my face.
"I mean it makes things complicated, all tangled up like a can full of worms."
Donny and I share an apprehensive glance, and when I look back at Charlie he looks kind of pained.
"OK, so..." he stalls. Then resolve sets in his eyes and he says, "I heard the door of my room close when Timmy and I were, um, in here together. I got up to look and everybody was asleep except the two of you were gone."
He visibly gulps as he searches our eyes. "I need to know if... I mean what you saw. Don't tell me you didn't see anything because I know you did. I'm not mad — though you really shouldn't go around spying on people. But honestly, I'm not mad. I just need to know what you saw and what you're planning to do about it."
Donny and I turn to each other and I'm astonished when his eyes soften and a smile spreads across his cute face.
"Whew!" Donny says in massive relief. "I thought it was gonna be bad."
I look at Charlie and he returns the exact same confused expression as me.
"What we saw was Timmy sucking your dick like he was crazy about it," Donny says in a carefree tone. "And you digging it big time."
Charlie and I both stare at Donny with open mouths.
"And what we did about it is we went off into the woods and blew each other silly!"
Donny smirks and chuckles as Charlie and I stand in astonishment.
"I mean," Donny says, "you guys were so insanely hot it made both of us super horny and we had to get our rocks off! We were scared when you called us in here because we thought somebody saw us and maybe we were in trouble, but if all you're worried about is us seeing you then there's no problem at all!"
Donny turns back to me and I guess he's surprised that my mouth is still hanging open because he says, "Don't you get it, Marty? We were never in trouble. Charlie was afraid he was!" He turns back to Charlie and says, "But you don't have to worry, Charlie. We do that stuff too!"
Charlie digests this for a moment and then turns to me. "How about you, Marty? Are we OK?"
"Well yeah," I say, as if it should be obvious. "We like you and we like Timmy and we're glad you had fun together."
Finally Charlie relaxes and allows a smile. To me that means the drama is all over now and everything really is OK.
"I'm glad you guys had fun together, too," Charlie says, "but doing it in the woods is kind of dangerous. There are better places for it."
Chris said exactly the same thing yesterday, so I ask, "Like where?"
"Like here!" Donny interjects. "You'd let us use your room once in a while, wouldn't you, Charlie? You're not the kind of guy who hogs all the good stuff."
Charlie's pained expression returns and he stares at Donny, clearly with no idea how to respond. He obviously wants to say no but there's still the matter of us knowing that a 17-year-old counselor had sex with a 10-year-old camper. We would never tell on him — at least I wouldn't — but how can he take the chance? Even I know that an almost-grownup would get in a lot more trouble for this stuff than a couple of kids would. I guess Donny has run this logic as well and gets an apologetic look on his face.
"Oh, no Charlie," he says. "I didn't mean I'd tell on you if you didn't let me use your room! I just meant that we're all kind of the same and I thought maybe you'd want us to have privacy too, so we can have fun and not get caught."
Charlie lets out his breath in relief. "Yeah," he says, "I get that. It's just that there are three other campers out there who would certainly notice if I was letting boys use my room all the time."
I think of telling him he doesn't have to worry about Benny but I zip my lip. That's not my secret to tell.
"I didn't invite Timmy in last night," Charlie says. "He just came in because he was horny, and it was the middle of the night and he took me by surprise. If nothing else I should have gotten him back to his own bunk before daylight."
"You guys have fooled around before, right?" I ask. "Back home?"
"Yeah," Charlie admits. I guess he figures we are all the same after all and he might as well be honest. "Me and Darren have been doing stuff for years, and then about a year ago Timmy caught us and begged us to join in."
"Really?" Donny asks with glee. "So he was a sexy little 9-year-old too."
"Yeah," Charlie says, smiling now at the memory. "He couldn't get enough, and still can't. When Darren and I told him about all the fun we had at camp he got obsessed with coming here! And since the minute we got here he's been bugging me about when the sex was going to start. Last night I woke up and found him rubbing his little boner across my lips and I just couldn't say no."
I see a cloud pass over Donny's eyes and I know he's imagining Timmy's little boner on his lips.
"Donny can help him out," I say, and Donny astounds me by blushing pink. Who knew Donny could get embarrassed?
"I know you spend a lot of time together," Charlie says. "Do you like him that way?"
Before Donny can respond I pipe in, "He called him adorable."
Donny turns slightly pinker but smiles broadly and almost giddily says, "Well he is!"
Charlie lets out a short laugh. "That he is. And boy, can he suck a dick!"
"I have an idea," I offer, "if it's OK with you Charlie... and with Timmy of course."
"What's the idea?" Charlie asks, a bit warily.
"What if Donny came in here tonight with both of you? Timmy would probably feel safer if Charlie was part of it, and you'd like to mess around with both of them, wouldn't you Donny?"
Donny looks at me with respect. Charlie looks Donny over and actually licks his lips. "Would that be OK, Donny?" he asks.
"Sure," he says. "That would be fun! Great idea, Marty. Thanks!"
"You have to make sure everybody's asleep before you come in," Charlie cautions, and Donny nods with that same wide smile.
"What about you though, Marty?" Charlie asks with concern. "There really isn't room for four to spend the whole night."
"No, that's OK," I say. "But you said there's better places for it than the woods. I'd really like it if you'd tell me where they are."
"Are we going to the winter caretaker's cabin?"
Chris stops in his tracks and turns around with a big smile. "Yeah. How do you know about it?"
"Somebody told me this morning," I say. "Going this direction it was either there or the maintenance shed."
Benny gives me an admiring look. I love when he looks at me that way because it shows that our friendship isn't only about sex. He likes and respects me, and that's super important.
"You've been talking to somebody who knows how to have fun at camp!" Chris says. "Yeah, the winter cabin is the very best place, especially for something special. It's perfect for what we're going to do."
Benny and I share an excited smile. "Who told you, Marty?" he asks.
"Charlie," I say and get the expected astonished look from Benny.
"Who's Charlie?" Chris asks, leading ahead again on the well-worn trail.
"Our cabin counselor," I reply, and Chris stops again and gapes.
"No kiddin'?" he says in surprise. "Does he...?"
I giggle. "Man, wait till you hear!"
I tell them about my morning and receive repeated "Really?"s "Wow"s and "No shit!"s from both of them.
"I'd bet a million dollars Charlie and Zane are doin' it!" Benny says, grinning. "Remember how they looked at each other last night?"
"Yeah," I say, then to Chris, "Zane is the counselor for cabin 14. Him and Charlie have been coming here since they were ten and now they're counselors together."
"Oh yeah," he says knowingly. "They're definitely doin' it!"
We all share grins as we arrive at a rustic wooden cabin, three times the size of cabin 12 and a lot nicer. It has a stone chimney and a wood plank porch the whole width of the cabin. There's a large covered woodbox and off to the side a big tree stump with axe marks in the surface where firewood has been chopped. It looks exactly like what you'd expect for a cabin in the woods, like maybe Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother lived here.
Until the wolf ate her.
"Doesn't anybody live here?" Benny asks.
"Not in the summer," Chris explains as we approach. "The camp is closed in the winter but everything would get all wrecked if there was nobody taking care of it. They have a guy who lives here and does maintenance and stuff, and they call him the winter caretaker."
Benny steps up onto the porch and tries the door.
"It's locked," he says in surprise and disappointment.
"Of course it is," Chris says. "Nobody's supposed to be here and we'd be in trouble if they found out, but it's way the heck on the other side of the property by the back service road and nobody ever comes here." He smiles his devilish smile and adds, "Except for horny boys!"
"So how do we get in?" I ask.
"Come on," he says and leads us around the side of the cabin. There's a big sprawling tree fairly near the cabin and Chris scampers up it with more agility than I gave him credit for. He gingerly edges out onto a limb that looks rather precarious to me, and it bends under his 85 pounds but it holds, and with one scary leap he's on the roof.
Carefully he makes his way up the slope to the peak. There's a louvered vent at the very top of the rear-facing wall, to let the summer heat and moisture out of the attic. I know that because our garage has one of those and my Dad explained it to me.
Lying on his stomach on the peaked ridge of the roof Chris edges his head and shoulders off into mid-air. Benny and I share an apprehensive look but we can't take our eyes off of him. Chris reaches down to the vent and sticks his fingers through the louvers, wiggling the vent back and forth until it pops completely out of its frame.
"Wow!" I say in awe.
Chris turns the vent diagonally so that it fits through the opening and drops it inside with a clunk. He raises his torso back up like a reverse sit-up and wriggles himself back onto the peak of the roof. Still on his belly, he turns himself around so now his feet are toward the edge and scoots backwards again, letting his feet and legs dangle in space.
Then, in a death-defying move that I would never attempt in a million years he curls himself around the peak of the roof and finds the vent hole with his feet. He inches down, his legs disappearing into the hole until his butt is firmly planted on the sill and with a grin for us he slides inside.
"Holy shit!" I cry while Benny erupts in amazed laughter.
Suddenly the vent is poking back out through the hole. With his fingers through the louvers Chris fits the vent back into place and then there is the sound of gym shoes clumping down bare wooden stairs. Suddenly Chris's grinning face appears in the window of the back door right in front of us and he yanks the door open with a flourish.
"Ta da!" he calls proudly. "Pretty cool, huh?"
"Shit Chris!" I exclaim. "If you fell you woulda killed yourself!"
"I wasn't gonna fall," he says. "My Dad says I'm half monkey."
Benny is still grinning when he says, "I can't believe kids do that every time they want to come here. They can't all be half monkey."
"Yeah," I say, shaking my head. "Just for sex! There's gotta be safer ways to get privacy."
Chris walks to the end of the porch and pulls up a loose floorboard. "Well, most guys just use this," he says, reaching in and pulling out a key.
Benny guffaws and I stare slack-jawed.
"Then what the hell was with the circus act?" I ask, dumbfounded.
"Just to show off," Chris says with that devilish grin of his. "I had to do it once last year when somebody forgot to put the key back after they were done. My friend was 14 and too big to fit through the vent so I had to be the one." He pauses and looks hopefully into my eyes. "You thought it was cool, didn't you Marty?"
"Yes, Chris, it was cool," I say. "But please don't kill yourself in front of me. It might make me lose my boner."
Chris and Benny laugh and Chris puts the key back in its hole.
"It was worth it!" Chris says as he leads us into the cabin, "that first time. My friend really wanted to fuck me that day, and I really wanted him to, so I had to be a monkey."
"Why is all the furniture covered with sheets?" Benny asks.
"Dust," Chris says. "The cabin is empty all summer."
We go into the bedroom where everything is likewise covered with sheets, including the double bed. He turns to us with a smile and says, "Well, here we are."
"Yeah," I say, finding myself rapidly getting into the mood. I've never done this but it's getting close and I'm looking forward to it.
A lot.
Chris turns to me and asks, "Will you kiss me? Some boys don't kiss, but I like it."
"Yeah," I say with a slightly embarrassed smile. "I like it too, although I've never kissed a monkey before."
The boys laugh, but then Chris meets my eyes again with great anticipation.
"How about you, Benny?" he asks my shyer friend.
"I never did," he says, "but I'll try it."
"Let's all three," Chris says and gathers us both close to him, his arms around our shoulders. With our three faces almost touching he leans in to me, since I'm the experienced one, and softly nibbles my lips. I return with my own gentle nibbles and in a few seconds we're fully kissing, our lips mashed together and our tongues probing.
"Wow," Benny breathes and I know he wants his turn. I release Chris' lips and turn to Benny, who grins until my lips touch his and he gives me a dry peck.
"No, man," I say. "Don't kiss me like I'm your Mom, kiss me like I'm your boyfriend."
Benny's excitement vaults at the word, and suddenly we're kissing for real.
It's glorious, his lips so much softer and sweeter than Chris'. I know they aren't really; it's just because I like Benny so much. I probe with my tongue and he reacts with uncertainty, but after a millisecond he probes back.
"Nice you guys," Chris murmurs in genuine appreciation, then noses in to engage with Benny himself. They passionately kiss as well and I genuinely appreciate it too.
"You guys wanna see what you came here for?" Chris asks, his voice turning serious. It's clearly time to get down to business.
Benny and I eagerly nod, and Chris quickly strips. I've seen him naked three times before, twice in the showers and once at the old boathouse, but the sight still jazzes me up.
"Come on, you guys," he says, and we are both naked in a few seconds. We all stand admiring one another, three very horny boys with three fully-charged boners jutting up.
Chris climbs onto the bed on all fours and his cute round ass demands attention. He puts his face and shoulders down to the mattress leaving his butt high in the air, then reaches back with both hands and pulls his cheeks apart.
I suck in my breath as Chris' beautiful dusky pink oval opens wide. It's incredible, even lovelier than Ryan's delicious hole had been.
Ryan's anus was round and puckered and dark brown and if he were here I'd eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. By contrast the portal before me now is oval-shaped, smooth, pink and utterly unwrinkled. It strikes me that both boys' buttholes are the same color and texture as their nipples, and I wonder if that's a universal thing.
I flash on that day with Ryan when I pleased him so totally by burying my face between the luscious globes of his butt and snaking my tongue into his tight hot crevasse. I feel a strong impulse to do the same for Chris and I know it would please him too, but still I hesitate. He reads my mind.
"I'm really clean," he says. "That's why I wasn't at breakfast. I was taking a shower and washing real good back there." He chuckles and adds, "Just in case there was a certain thing you wanted to do."
I climb onto the bed behind him, caressing his cheeks with both my hands. I remember how wonderful it was with Ryan, how he gently and masterfully talked me into it and how tremendously fulfilling it was to go so far out of my comfort zone in order to please him. Sucking his dick hadn't been a stretch — hell, I wanted to do that — but licking his asshole was beyond my imagination. I did it for him because he wanted it and I really felt like I was giving of myself.
And that's the ultimate for me.
I lean in and blow cool breath directly into Chris' most intimate opening. "Whatever do you mean, a certain thing?" I ask, in a sexy, teasing voice. "What do you want me to do?"
"You know," he gasps, getting tremendously excited. "You know what I want."
"Tell me, Chris," I say as if I'm teasing, but in truth what I really want is to be commanded. "Say the words."
"Lick my butthole!" he begs. "Please, Marty! Please lick me!"
"What!" Benny exclaims, and I shoot him a quick, cheeky grin before leaning in and plunging my tongue straight into Chris' waiting cave.
"Oh my God!" Benny exclaims.
"Oh my God," Chris echoes, but in a completely different tone of voice. He is loving it, perhaps not expecting me to go for it so fully, with so much commitment. I'm licking and laving his pliable flesh with absolute abandon, drinking in his delight and savoring it like wine.
Actually I hate wine. I'm savoring it like Kool-Aid.
"Holy cow, Marty!" Benny exclaims in astonishment. "Do you... Do you like doing that?"
I back off just enough to use my tongue for speaking. "Yep. I can do it for you too if you want."
"No!" he insists, but a second later he timidly asks, "Chris, does it really feel good?"
"Oh my God yes!" he gushes. He is still holding himself open for me with both hands, squirming in rapture with his face to the mattress as my tongue-tip delves into him.
I giggle and press harder, though I'm sure I'm already as deep as I can go. I sense a close presence and know it's Benny getting a close-in look. I giggle again and turn to him.
"Want a lick?"
"No!" Benny shouts and scrambles away, all the way off the bed. This time he means it and I laugh out loud.
Benny smiles in spite of himself and mumbles, "You're so gross."
I settle in and begin to really concentrate on Chris' pleasure. He recognizes the shift in tone and he settles in too, letting the wonderful sensations wash over him. I lick and tickle as he squirms and moans until finally he sighs and pulls away from me.
"Let's do it now, Marty," he says, absolutely down to business. "Let's fuck."
I catch the distinction between me doing something to him and us — together — having real sex. I remember how seriously Richard took it when he fucked me those two times in the shed and how it spurred me to approach it with that attitude as well.
Sex play is great but real sex is a hundred times better.
"Do you have Vaseline or something?" I ask.
"Benny, there should be something in the drawer of the nightstand. Lift up the cloth and see, OK?"
Benny fumbles a bit but comes out with a small bottle of baby oil.
"Baby oil is real slippery," Chris says, "but it's kinda runny so it can get everywhere if you're not careful." He thinks for a moment and then brightens. "Oh, here's what one kid did."
He rolls off the bed and runs naked into the hall, returning with a small throw rug. He places it upside-down on the bed where I can plainly see several dark-stained circles from earlier occasions.
"It soaks up the oil and then we put it back with this side down and nobody knows!"
Chris scrambles back onto the bed and places his butt directly in the center of the throw rug. He rolls his knees up to his shoulders and his sweet pink hole opens wide. I know what to do and I pour a small amount of the oil into his crack and let it run down over his opening. Some drips down and gets on the backing of the rug but I'm way past caring.
Right now I'd fuck Chris in front of the flagpole with the whole camp watching.
I work the oil into him with first one finger, then two. There is virtually no resistance and Chris sighs in pleasure. I drip more oil directly onto my dick and hand the bottle to Benny, slicking up my ready tool. I scootch in on my knees and point my cock at Chris' wide-open cavern. It feels so amazing poised at the entrance, my dickhead quivering in anticipation, that I almost don't want to push in.
Almost.
I push and Chris moans as my dick easily slips into him. He's been with a 19-year-old so he's taken much bigger than me, and I hope I'm enough to satisfy him. I push, sinking slowly, his fiery insides engulfing me in searing pleasure.
"Oh God, Marty!" Chris exhales. "It feels really good."
I'm very nearly at the bottom and I never knew such a feeling before, the tight hot slickness of his channel squeezing me from all sides at once. Blowjobs feel great, similarly warm and slick and sensual, but no mouth has ever squeezed me like this.
But you know what? As amazing as the physical sensation is the part I love the most is that I'm giving Chris what he wants, giving him his pleasure exactly the way he wants me to. I am filled with elation and the feelings in my own cock are mere icing on the cake.
I'm all the way in and Chris moans in loud celebration. "OK now baby," he cries. "Give it to me. Fuck me with your nice hard dick!"
I begin to move and it's the single most wonderful feeling of my life. In seconds I'm pumping in and out, pressing in to the very bottom and pulling back about an inch.
"Deeper, Marty!" Chris exclaims. "Fuck me good!"
I'm thrusting quickly and steadily now, pulling back until only my sensitive dickhead is inside and then slamming back home. I pump and pump and far too soon I feel my cum starting to build. I want to slow down, make this last, but I can't. Some primal urge makes me pump deep and hard and get to my explosion as fast as I can. It builds inside me until I'm ready to burst and I hold it back with all my concentration, but finally I flood his steaming insides with my boiling, surging... nothing.
I quiver and pulse and try vainly to shoot for what feels like minutes but I know it's only seconds, until I fall away spent. I'm breathing like that kid in the third grade who had an asthma attack playing kickball. I hear my ragged breath and I'd be worried if I weren't also having the very best orgasm of my brief sexual life.
"Benny!" Chris desperately cries. "Come on, get in me! I didn't get there yet!"
Benny looks at me in confusion but I'm no help. At this point I'm lucky I know my own name.
"Come on, Benny!" Chris begs. "There's plenty of oil, just get in there!"
Benny mounts Chris exactly as I did, aims his dick like he's done it a hundred times and pushes all the way in.
"Ohhh!" Chris wails. "Oh shit, that's so good! Oh Benny!"
Benny starts to thrust and all I can say is the kid's a natural. In seconds he has a fast, smooth rhythm going, deeply fucking Chris' hairless pink hole. I can't tear my eyes away from Benny's beautiful white ass clenching and relaxing as he fucks the shit out of Chris. On and on it goes, both boys red and sweaty as they strain, until Chris opens his mouth wide in a silent scream and his guts start to spasm.
Benny fucks Chris right through his orgasm and is still pumping when Chris has to beg him to stop.
"Too much, Benny!" he cries. "I can't take it!"
It finally registers with Benny and he backs away, slipping out of Chris' now-loose, bright red and wide-open butthole. Benny's cock is bone-hard, glistening with oil and visibly pulsing, while the look on his face is nothing but ravenous.
It takes me exactly one second to decide. I roll onto the bed and lift my legs, spreading my cheeks wide.
The vibe is weird at the afternoon softball practice. Benny and I, at second base and shortstop respectively, keep glancing at each other and giggling, blushing pink. I don't know how the other boys don't see through us like glass but they're all acting normally. Donny and Timmy are preoccupied with each other, which may explain their failure to clock our brazen flirting, but I don't know why the others haven't noticed.
This kid Brian is at bat and we all focus a little harder on defense. He's pretty big, strong and fast on his long, muscular and — ahem — shapely legs. I remember from our first game that he's one of cabin 14's best hitters.
Pretty cute, too.
On the third pitch he drives a screaming liner directly between Benny and the second base bag. To my amazement Benny dives at the ball, knocking it dead in the dirt while ending up with his face in it too. He scrambles to his feet and grabs up the ball, throwing fleet-footed Brian out at first by three strides.
Stunned, everyone stares for a second and then bursts into cheers and applause, including Brian. Benny blushes in some discomfort at the attention but I read his blue-gray eyes and he's soaking it up, too. He stands with a sheepish grin on his dirt-streaked face, his shorts and t-shirt also covered with it.
My heart is racing. Since the first second I saw Benny I've longed to give myself to him, to please him any way he wants me to, but he was so timid I had to lead him through everything. I wanted to be the follower, not the leader, except he made it pretty clear that he wanted me to lead, so like a good follower I became the leader, giving him what he wanted.
This shit can get complicated.
But now... wow! It's like Chris' asshole was magical and putting his dick inside filled Benny with confidence. All of a sudden he's a new boy who knows what he wants and goes for it. Benny plowed Chris and then me like the studliest stud on the planet and left us both stupefied and wanting more. Watching him now making a play that I swear he wouldn't have even attempted in the earlier game, I just can't get over the transformation.
This is the Benny I want to be with!
I get a tiny moment to shine when I finish the half-inning by cleanly fielding a hot one-hopper that I only had to move two steps for. I throw the batter out before he's halfway to first and Benny grins and claps his hands, our eyes locking again in full-on flirt.
Zane waves us all in from the field and while he and Charlie are consulting most of the boys surround Benny to pat him on the back and tell him how great his play was. While he's basking in it I maneuver to get next to Brent.
"We looked for you guys this morning," I say. "We thought we were going to hang out." I don't mention that Benny and I were actually glad that we didn't find them.
"Um, yeah," Brent says. He's uneasy but still giving me a coy smile. "Me and Nicky went for a hike and kind of lost track of time."
At the mention of his name I reflexively glance at Nicky and note a little glint of satisfaction in his eyes. Benny called it, didn't he? Nicky's hot for Brent and this morning he made his move.
I can't suppress a little giggle. "I'll bet you guys had fun, huh?" I say, flashing Nicky a wink.
Brent registers slight alarm and he gasps a little, looking to his friend for reassurance, but Nicky's smiling at me in triumph. He knew Brent was interested in me but he got him first.
"It's OK," I say. "Me and Benny had fun this morning too... Lots of fun."
Brent blushes pink and both boys break into smiles.
"The four of us should go for a hike sometime," I suggest in a voice full of innuendo.
"Yeah, OK," Brent says, and he and I share excited smiles.
Nicky not so much.
I wish I could get back to sleep because I'm going to be a zombie tomorrow if I have to operate on the hour or two I've had so far. Our cabin is scheduled to go canoeing and I remember from my one time in YMCA day camp that the paddling gets pretty tiring.
I turn over onto my stomach and sigh in frustration. My raging stiff dick stabs into the mattress and I can't resist humping a little, but quickly stop for fear of disturbing Ricky below me.
I can't stop thinking about how powerfully and masterfully Benny fucked me at the winter caretaker's cabin. It was a lot better than when Richard did it, even though Benny's dick is quite a bit shorter. I guess I like the thickness, opening me up and filling my hole more fully, but really it's more Benny's new attitude. It's glorious to give myself to such a strong and confident lover.
I turn my head and watch Benny sleep. He's absolutely beautiful in repose, his chest gently rising and falling and his soft blond hair falling over one eye. His red lips are kind of pursed and they look luscious in the moonlight. I wish I could kiss them.
Behind Benny I notice that Donny's bed is empty. I sit up a bit to check the lower bunk and sure enough Timmy is gone too. I know they are in Charlie's room and that image floods into my head; three naked boys — big, medium and little — crowded into a twin bed.
I give in to the impulse and turn onto my back again, slipping my shorts down past my hips and gripping my stiff pole in my well-practiced way. I close my eyes and start to jerk, picturing the scene.
Timmy is on his tummy between Charlie's open legs just like the morning we peeked in, going down hungrily on that big cock, only this time Donny is also on the small boy's back pounding steadily into his tight bottom. I imagine Donny's muscular ass clenching over and over as he mightily screws his dream-boy, and my cock swells even harder in my hand.
I remember Donny choosing the upper bunk that first day and saying he was "a top for sure," and now that I know what a top is I get the joke.
The scene in my head begins to change and now I'm Timmy, sucking the biggest dick of my life while getting heroically banged by muscular, athletic Donny. Charlie's big hands caress my head and play with my hair exactly the way I like it and Donny pecks soft, sweet kisses on my neck and shoulders.
I'm pounding my dick now with utter abandon, my breath catching and coming out in gasps, and the feeling is building up quickly.
In my head Charlie and Donny switch places and Charlie's giant teenage cock rams into me. In real life I'm sure it would hurt like hell but in my fantasy it's the best feeling ever. Donny's dick in my mouth becomes Timmy's sweet little boner, hard as stone and pulsing like a drumbeat, and his delicious little-boy smell fills my nose.
My body begins to jerk as my feeling hits, the intense waves of pleasure coursing through me from the top of my head right to my toes. I cum fiercely, gasping and trying to hold in my ecstatic cries. When the waves finally crest and I begin coming down I settle my butt down to the mattress and everything goes limp except for my dick, which remains bony hard.
Slowly I regain my breath as I bask in the wonderful afterglow of a great orgasm. I am awash in it and I don't want it to end, but finally it slips away and my eyes slowly flutter open.
Ricky's face is about a foot away as he stands on the ladder watching me. I startle and get scared but I see that he is smiling broadly and staring straight at my still-hard dick. I sense another presence and I turn to see Benny and Carl both sitting on the side of Benny's upper bunk, their legs dangling. Both are wearing huge grins.
Then I notice that they each have their hand in the other's crotch, fondling.
Carl giggles in his high voice and turns to Benny. "I will if you will," he whispers, and Benny's grin turns even more naughty. They swing their legs back onto the bed and wiggle their shorts down, immediately crossing arms to grip each other's cock and begin jerking. Carl can get his fist around Benny's but Benny has to use a thumb and two fingers on Carl's little thing.
I recoil when I feel Ricky's big fingers on my boner and he snatches his hand away like he touched a hot stove. He looks chagrined and I quickly soften my expression.
"It's OK, Ricky," I earnestly whisper. "It's just a little sensitive right now. I need a few minutes." I make a point of smiling encouragingly and his smile sneaks back. "I could do you first," I offer, "and by then it should be OK."
Ricky grins and backs down the ladder and I agree the bottom bunk is the safer place. I slide my shorts the rest of the way off and follow him.
He's on his back in his bunk, a big plush Teddy bear of a boy with light pink skin and large, very light pink nipples. He's not bad looking, although not in the league of so many of the boys I've been with. I like him though, and I want to please him.
"Take your shorts off," I say softly, and Ricky doesn't hesitate. I've seen him naked in the showers but didn't pay much attention at the time, there being a whole crowd of other treasures to admire. It would be like finding a wall of Old Masters paintings in an art museum and focusing instead on the fire extinguisher. Now I take the time to look.
Ricky is so tall he barely fits the length of the bunk, but not so wide as to fill it the other way. He's not fat, just pudgy-soft and fleshy with a tiny bit of a belly above his hairless pubes.
That's where things are strange because his junk is as small and childish as Carl's, maybe 2-and-a-half inches of pink little-boy dick. In thickness it pretty much matches Carl too, and juts up just as hard. It looks out of place on such a large frame, between such thick and fleshy thighs, but you have to give him a break because of his medical condition. Lots of 11-year-olds' genitals are equally small and undeveloped and he has nothing to be ashamed of.
I climb onto Ricky's bunk and straddle his knees, taking his little dick in my hand and starting to stroke. He sighs and exhales deeply, smiling up to me in gratitude.
I lift one knee and say, "Open your legs," and when he does I put my knee down between them so I am straddling just one leg. Now I can really get to work, and I'm fascinated by how Ricky's tiny loose balls jiggle with my strokes. He clearly likes it better when it's unrestricted like this and his breathing gets faster and deeper.
It excites me a lot to know that I am pleasing him.
Up in Benny's bunk I hear giggling in two voices and I'm glad they're having fun. Suddenly the giggling stops and I hear Carl's high, amazed voice say, "Benny, what are you doing?"
Carl gasps loudly and exclaims, "Oh man! That feels so good!" and I know that Benny has kicked it up a notch. It sounds like a good idea to me and without preamble I duck my head and take Ricky's cock to the root.
"Oh!" he exclaims in full voice but I'm not worried about getting caught. For one thing Charlie is probably busy with his own shenanigans, and if he did catch us he'd probably just join in anyway.
I begin to work Ricky, pumping and pausing, slurping and licking the small round head, then plunging the short distance back to his hairless, pillowy pubes. He reacts strongly, gasping and releasing high-pitched chirps of pleasure while his dough-soft body squirms underneath me. He has almost none of the firm muscle tone I love so much but I'm digging his ecstasy anyway.
Minutes go by and Ricky is holding my head now. His hands are big and soft and he pets and plays with my hair quite sensually. His breathing gets deeper and I feel his tremors starting.
I know I'm going to get him there.
"Marty!" he exclaims, trying to stay quiet. "I think I have to pee!"
I'm astonished and thrilled! Apparently Ricky has never taken himself far enough to know about the jackpot at the end of the rainbow, and I get to be the one to show him! I grip him by the wide hips and double-down on my sucking, not letting him push me away. I'm surprised to find that though I am a lot smaller apparently I'm stronger.
"Marty, please!" he cries out loud, forgetting entirely about volume. "I don't want to pee in your mouth!"
"You won't Ricky!" I hear in Carl's high voice. "I swear it's not pee! It's the best thing ever! Just let it go!"
"What?" Ricky huffs, almost unable to speak he's so overwhelmed with the feeling."
"Let it happen, Ricky!" Carl implores. "It's amazing, you'll see!"
Ricky's gut tightens and his orgasm hits like a tidal wave. He pulls my head down to him and his small dick throbs in bliss, pulse after pulse of dry cum, so many pulses I lose count. In all the cums I've given to dozens of boys I've never seen anyone pulse on and on like this and I am doubly thrilled. I ride the thrumming little boner until it quiets and instantly goes limp like letting the air out of a balloon. I nurse the soft little noodle for another few seconds, taking sort of a victory lap I guess.
It turns out I love giving a boy his very first cum!
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