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This is a continuation of my story One Hundred Quarters, wherein Marty goes to camp.
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We cabin 12 boys are especially animated as we hike to the lake. We laugh and chatter and fool around with giant grins all around. I make fond eye contact with Ricky and he deeply blushes, but keeps his smiling eyes on mine. It's a lot like the way I saw Carl and Benny meeting eyes and giggling a few minutes ago.
And of course Donny and Timmy are in their own world.
We arrive at the beach just past the swimming area where canoes patiently wait for us upside-down on the sand. David, the head counselor, is there with his clipboard. Four teenagers in swim trunks and green Wannemok t-shirts bustle around setting out paddles and life vests.
"Well you boys are in a good mood this fine morning," David chirps in welcome. "That's what I like to see!"
"We had a great night," Benny says with a little cheek in his voice, and the rest of us smile at the subtle innuendo.
"Let's see, you guys are 10s and 11s. Do we have any second-year campers?"
Donny raises his hand.
"Canoe canoe?" David asks him.
We all stand looking at him.
"Get it? Canoe canoe?"
Again, crickets.
"It's an old joke, like, can you canoe?"
The crickets are deafening.
"Don't blame me, I got it from Mr. Caldwell," David says, then to Donny, "so, did you do canoeing last year?"
"Yeah," Donny says, "but I pretty much already knew how before that. My Dad takes me on Hammond Lake back home."
As if there was any doubt he could do it. If it's something athletic Donny is probably good at it.
"Excellent!" David says. "We'll pair you up with one of the guys who's never done it before."
"Me! Me!" Timmy shouts, jumping up and down.
"I guess I don't need to ask for volunteers," David laughs. "Has anyone else ever paddled a canoe?"
"I did once last summer," I say, "at YMCA day camp."
"OK," he says. "Anybody else?"
With no more takers David says, "OK, then, we'll start with the basics right here on dry land. I hope you won't be too bored... um, what's your name, son?"
"Donny."
"You can be sort of an assistant instructor for us then, Donny. How about that?"
Donny grins and looks at Timmy, who is beaming up at him proudly. If these two vibed any harder they'd knock each other over.
"OK, that's one pair of canoe buddies then," David says.
"I'll be Marty's buddy," Benny jumps in and steps next to me but David shakes his head.
"No, until you guys show us you know the basics you'll be paired with an instructor, one of my guys," he says. "Come on over, fellas," he calls over his shoulder.
Three smiling teens approach while one hangs back finishing up with the gear. One is tall and muscular, every bit as mature as Charlie. Another is a pretty average-sized 16 or so and the third is not much bigger than Donny, although by the curly dark hair on his legs is obviously well into puberty. Big and Little's faces aren't much to look at but Middle Boy is pretty fuckin' cute.
I'm still drinking in his cool blue eyes and plush, kissable lips when the fourth counselor rushes over and totally steals my focus.
"Izzy?"
"Hi Marty," he says, meeting my eyes and smiling. "I'm glad you made it to camp."
My mind fills with the crystal-clear memory of this boy's hot cum flooding my mouth. I can taste it and smell it and I hear his strong voice commanding me to swallow it down. I turn a frightened look to David but he's smiling at Izzy, which is a relief because I'm the boy who can't hide anything. If David was reading my face right now I'd be cooked for sure.
"How do you two know each other?" David asks Izzy with a big smile.
"We're friends from back home," Izzy replies. "Marty plays with my friend Grant's little brother." He makes eye contact with me again and adds, "But we've played together, too. Remember how much fun we had, Marty?"
My eyes go wide and I see amusement in Izzy's. I turn to Benny for moral support and see in his eyes that he has read my billboard of a face and absolutely knows that I've had sex with Izzy. It feels like everybody knows and my face gets even hotter.
"Well then, we'll pair you two up as well," clueless David says. "That works because Izzy is our newest instructor and Marty has a bit of experience."
Izzy gives me a warm smile and I see his eyebrows arch up just slightly. Somehow I know that he and I are good, that he's just teasing me and not planning to be a jerk and spill my secret. His eyes then dart down his own body and back up, drawing mine to the front of his swimsuit. Can I really see the outline of his big teen cock or is it wishful thinking? Either way he drew my attention there on purpose.
Izzy wants it again.
My excitement rises and now when I remember that big gush of jizz I'm filled with hot anticipation. He sees that I am on the wavelength and his eyes twinkle.
"OK, guys," David announces. "Let's get started.
The dry-land instruction is a blur for me. I keep making eye contact with Izzy and flushing hot. He seems so much friendlier than he did in our lone encounter back home, so much more into me one-on-one. He smiles almost constantly, touches me on the shoulder a lot and his eyes project affection.
I'm much more connected with him too because that time back home was a desperate, last-ditch effort to complete my camp money before the deadline. I was doing four assembly-line blowjobs back to back and a lot more focused on fundraising than personal bonding. But even so I have fond memories of that day, and while the sex was really exciting with all four older boys it was Izzy who made the strongest impression. He's the handsomest and has the biggest cock and produces the most cum, but I especially love the way he takes charge and directs me. He is firm and commanding but never mean, just the way I want him to be.
Before I know it the instruction is over and Izzy is helping me into a bulky orange life vest. Again, he touches my body a lot more than he needs to. I barely listened to the instructions and I hope I remember enough from day camp to get through it. Fortunately this first time I will be in the front of the canoe where my job is pretty simple, just paddle straight ahead and leave all the steering and power strokes to Izzy in the rear.
He steadies the canoe while I step in and settle onto my knees in the bow, sitting back on my heels with my lower back against the forward seat. I don't sit on the actual seat because I'm little and I not only fit into the space in front but I also get more leverage for my paddling being lower and braced against the seat.
Thanks for the tip, YMCA canoe instructor Janice.
I remember another of her tips and push my paddle into the sandy lake bottom to help steady the canoe so Izzy can get into the stern. He pushes us off the bank and smoothly slips onto the rear seat, paddling us strongly forward.
"This is great, Marty," he says with genuine happiness in his voice. "I've been hoping all week that you'd come canoeing, but I never even dreamed I'd get to be your instructor."
"I thought you had to be 16 to be a counselor here," I say. "Aren't you 14?"
"Yeah, but I'll be 15 before the end of the summer," he says. "That's the rule, as long as you're old enough before camp is over. And I'm not a counselor really, not until next year. When you're 15 you can be what they call a junior counselor."
"What's the difference?"
Izzy laughs. "Well I don't get paid, for one thing. I get a break on my camp fees for helping out and doing training classes to be a real counselor next year. There are two other juniors who work in the mess hall washing dishes and shit when they're not training, but I've been canoeing with my family since I was little so they put me here."
"You're really good at it," I say as we glide smoothly forward, blushing a little for some reason.
"Thanks," he says, sounding sincere. "You're pretty good too. You have a nice stroke."
I remember the nice strokes I gave his cock as I coaxed his last dribbles of sperm into my mouth and my dick vaults to attention in my swimsuit. I'm kneeling in the front of the canoe sitting on my ankles and in a few seconds my boner starts to hurt and I have to adjust it.
"Yeah," Izzy says quietly. "Mine's getting a little uncomfortable too."
I can't help myself and I turn hoping to see the exciting bulge I'm so hot for, but it puts us off balance and the canoe begins to tip.
"No!" Izzy shouts, and the word echoes around the lake. "Don't turn around, Marty! You'll capsize us!"
I jerk myself back to facing front and somehow Izzy flattens us out, I guess by leaning way out the other way.
"Sorry," I say sheepishly. "I forgot that part."
"Are you guys OK?" the biggest counselor calls from the canoe he is paddling with Ricky 50 yards away. I can hear him perfectly.
"We're fine, James," Izzy replies, not even shouting. "Everything's under control."
James waves and Izzy resumes paddling, his J-stroke steering us somewhat away from James and Ricky.
Hey, I remember the J-stroke! That's encouraging.
"That's another thing," he quietly admonishes me. "We have to be careful talking about certain things out here. Your voice really carries on the water."
"Yeah," I say. "I get that."
"And don't worry about what you were trying to look at," he says almost in a whisper. "You'll see it soon enough, and it's gone now anyway."
I giggle. "Yeah, mine too. But I've got a feeling it'll be back soon."
"Shit," he says softly. "It's comin' back already!"
I giggle again. "Cool," I whisper.
We paddle without speaking for a minute, gliding noiselessly across the glassen water.
"I was so happy when I saw your name on the list," Izzy softly says. "It was just by accident, too. The paper was lying on a desk in the office and there you were! I ran over to your cabin the first chance I got but nobody was there, so I left a quarter on your pillow to let you know I was looking for you."
"That was you?" I exclaim in full voice, and Donny and Timmy at least 30 yards away jerk their heads around at the sound. Quieter I add, "How did you know which bunk was mine?"
"The counselors write everybody's bunk number on the list, so if the cabin burns down they can tell which blackened corpse is yours."
I gasp in horror and Izzy lets out a guffaw. To my credit I don't turn around.
"God you're easy!" he chuckles. "I could tease you all day."
"Very funny," I say, "Har har har."
"They just need to know," he says more seriously. "Sometimes kids steal stuff and hide it under their mattress like the dumb little shits they are. Stuff like that."
Softly I say, "I knew somebody from home must have left the quarter but I didn't know it was you. I've been searching all over and only found one kid but he said he didn't leave it."
"Well, now that you know I hope I get my quarter's worth soon."
"For sure, man," I say. "I can hardly wait!"
I know Benny wants to know what the deal is with me and Izzy but the day is so chock full of activities that we never get a minute to talk in private.
After canoeing we stop in at the mess hall where they have a station set up for kids to write letters home. There's paper and pencils and envelopes and the camp pays for the postage. Benny and I take Charlie's advice to heart, playing up big how much we miss our Moms and what a great time we're having. I tell her all about the campfire and the softball game and all the great kids I'm meeting, especially Benny, then I go right back to getting all mushy about how much I miss her. The letter ends up being three pages long and I know she'll be crying by the end of it.
Which of course is my dastardly plan.
From there we go to archery, which is a lot of fun and I get pretty decent at it by the end but Benny is better. Donny, of course, smokes both of us and at one point gets two bullseyes in the same target. I make two bullseyes the whole time and I'm happy.
After a while I have a red sore spot on my inner forearm where the fletching feathers keep scraping me and the counselor makes me go to First Aid to get it looked at. Even that's fun because while I'm there I get to watch Nurse Debbie treating this really cute boy with red dots of poison oak all over one butt cheek!
Seriously, he must have sat in the stuff and it got up the leg hole of his shorts — or else he had some reason to have his pants down out in the woods, wink wink. I get to watch as she bends him over the table with his super-cute bare ass right out in the open, rubbing calamine lotion all over it.
When he stands up I get a great look at his dick and balls, too!
We have another softball game in the afternoon, this time against cabins 10 and 13, and they're pretty good. It's all we can do to edge out a win 6 to 5 even with Donny burning up the field with great play after big hit after great play. I happen to be nearby when their best player comes over to congratulate Donny for a good game and he sounds totally sincere.
There's a lot of nice kids at this camp.
Finally walking back to the cabin Benny and I manage to slip away from the others and down a hiking trail we haven't been on before. It seems private, so we sit on a log to talk.
"So?" Benny expectantly asks, "what's the deal with Izzy? Did you blow him before or what?"
"Well, yeah," I say. "I sucked him off once back home, and now he wants me to do it again when we get a chance."
"How old is he?"
"Almost 15."
"He looks practically like a grownup," Benny says. "Is he all hairy, and have a big giant one?"
"No," I say. "He's got hair but not as much as a grownup. His dick is kind of big but I could handle it. I kinda liked it, actually."
"Did he squirt?"
"Oh yeah!" I say with a laugh. "Lots and lots."
"Did he get it on you?" Benny asks with a grimace. "I watched my older cousin jerk off once when I was like nine. I didn't know about squirting yet and I almost got scared when the stuff came shooting out over and over. He got it all over his chest and all over the bed and if I didn't jump out of the way it would have gotten on me! It was so gross!"
"No, I didn't get any on me," I say, then without thinking I add, "I managed to swallow it all."
"Swallow!" he blurts in unhidden disgust. "He squirted it in your mouth?"
"Um, yeah," I say, wishing I hadn't said anything.
"Did he make you?" Benny asks in rising alarm.
"No, no," I say. "Izzy's cool. He wouldn't hurt me."
"Then why?"
I hesitate, scared to go on. Please God, don't let Benny be disgusted by me.
"Because he told me to," I falteringly say, "and I needed to give him what he wanted."
We sit in silence while Benny absorbs what I said.
"What does that mean Marty, that you needed to?"
I'm not sure exactly what I'm going to say, but it's important for him to understand. I take a breath and launch in.
"If I really like somebody and I think he's, I don't know, worthy I guess, then it makes me super happy to let him be the boss and give him exactly what he wants. I just love to know how happy I made him, and it feels like that's what I was made for."
I look deeply into Benny's blue-gray eyes. "It was the best thing ever at the winter cabin when you stuck it right in me and fucked me so good. I saw in your eyes that it was the thing you wanted the most, and I needed to give it to you because I like you best of all and you're so worthy of it. You're the most worthy boy I ever met and I want to give you everything all the time!"
Benny stares at me and I can't really read his eyes. There's definitely excitement there but also something else, maybe a tinge of confusion. Suddenly I know what I have to do.
I swallow hard and decide to come completely clean; every bit of it.
I start with hearing about Rusty and realizing that that's what I want, to be with boys and give them pleasure. I tell him about my first time sucking Jerry and how much we both liked it, and how great it felt to please my friend so much. I explained how making love with Tyler was a whole new emotional thing for me, and submitting to Ryan showed me a different side of myself that turned out to be the biggest thing ever.
"Sure I needed the money," I say, "but that's not the only reason I did it. When I almost missed going to camp by two lousy dollars I got desperate and did stuff I didn't think I wanted to do, but then it turned out I really did want to do it. I thought I was letting Richard fuck my butt just for the money but then I found out how much I liked it, and how much I liked him.
"Then when Richard set me up with his big brother Grant and his friends I thought I would just suffer through it to make that last dollar that I needed, but they turned out to be really cool, especially Izzy. He's such a nice kid I really wanted to please him, so when he squirted gobs and gobs of sperm into my mouth I could see in his eyes and hear in his voice that swallowing it was the thing he wanted the most, and giving that to him was the thing I wanted the most!"
Benny looks a bit less upset than before, but still uneasy. "How could you do stuff with all those kids though? I understand when you really like somebody you'll do anything for them, but with any old kid just for money? Isn't that, like, bad? Like what whores do?"
"I wouldn't do it again," I say. "I'm glad I did it though because it got me to camp and camp has been awesome."
I take his hand and gently hold it, happy that he doesn't pull away.
"Especially because I met you, Benny. The first second I saw you I knew you were special. I want to give myself to you over and over, any way you want me."
Benny thinks about it for a second and a ghost of a smile appears on his pretty face.
"Do you really think I'm special?"
"Yeah, man!" I gush, knowing I'm winning him back. "I have some really great friends that I love to make happy, especially Jerry back home, but I never felt like this about anyone before."
"Me neither," Benny says, locking his blue-gray eyes with mine. "I knew you were special right away too."
We have a really nice moment just looking into each other's eyes. Finally he breaks the stare and shakes his head in wonder.
"A hundred blowjobs though! I can't even imagine... I mean, I think I've given five so far and that seems like a lot."
"A hundred was a real lot, but I'll tell you one thing, I sure learned how to do it good!"
Benny's eyes soften and I see hope creep in. "From now on it's only for worthy boys though, right? You're too special of a kid to just do anything for anybody who comes along."
I smile. "OK, I promise," I say. "But you know I think there's a lot of worthy boys at this camp. That's why I sucked Ricky last night, because I like him and I feel sorry for him 'cause of all his problems. I could tell he really wanted it so it made me happy to give it to him."
"I liked doing it for Carl, too," Benny says. "Him and his friends back home jerk each other off but he never had a BJ before, and this morning he told me that tonight he wants to blow me!"
"It's great to fool around with nice kids," I say.
I see longing enter Benny's eyes and he says, "I wish we had time to go to the winter cabin right now, but we have to get back for supper."
"Maybe after supper?" I say, wiggling my eyebrows like Groucho, and Benny laughs.
Charlie motions us all to be quiet.
"OK, quick cabin meeting, you guys," he says. "Listen up."
When we're all settled he says, "I guess everybody here knows about the fun that boys have at camp, and I mean the private kind. Is it true what I hear, that all six of you are doing stuff now?"
Boy, word travels fast. Nobody says anything for several seconds.
"Let me just cut to the chase," Charlie says. "I already know that Donny, Timmy and Marty are into it, but I need to know for sure that the rest of you are cool with it too. Benny I'm pretty sure about, but I need to hear it from Ricky and Carl. Are you guys OK with boy-boy stuff happening in our cabin? Because if you're uncomfortable with it we're going to keep it cool. You shouldn't have stuff like that shoved in your face if you don't want it."
Carl and Ricky are sitting on Ricky's bunk looking up at Charlie standing right in front of them.
"You can shove it in my face," Carl says, and when we all erupt in laughter he realizes the double-meaning and blushes red.
We laugh again and Charlie says, "OK, then I guess it's official. Whatever goes on here we all promise to keep it secret. What happens in cabin 12 stays in cabin 12! Right you guys?"
"Right!" we collectively agree, big smiles all around.
"You know," Charlie says, "I've been coming here for eight years and there's always lots of boys to play with, but this is the very first time that my whole cabin has been into it. I think we're going to have a lot of fun before camp is over."
"Anybody want to play right now?" Donny asks cheekily, with a very meaningful look at Timmy.
"But only in my bedroom," Charlie says. "No hanky-panky in the main cabin until lights out, because people can see in."
"Can we really use your room?" Benny asks.
"Sure, why not?" Charlie says. "I'm heading out for a couple hours so I won't be needing it."
"Marty and I will take it," he forcefully says, and I feel a little thrill as he takes charge. Benny climbs down from his bunk and looks pointedly at Donny. "Anybody else?"
Timmy looks up at his friend with hope in his eyes.
"Yeah, OK," Donny says. "Sounds like fun."
Benny turns to Carl and says, "You and me have a date at lights out, OK?"
Carl giggles and blushes. I shoot a sexy look at Ricky and his high-pitched giggle rings out too, which sounds weird coming from a kid the size of an 8th-grader.
"Well OK then," Charlie says with a broad smile. "Looks like we've got the sexiest cabin in the whole camp!"
We move into Charlie's room and Benny looks around in curiosity, reminding me he's never been in here before. Donny walks straight to the window and pulls the sheer curtain closed, so that it blocks prying eyes while still letting in light. Timmy, who is quite at home in this room by now, sits right down on the bed and starts removing his shoes.
Benny and I share an excited look.
"I guess you know," Donny says to Benny, "that Marty and I have fooled around already. And of course you know about me and Timmy and we know about you and Marty."
Benny nods.
"So I'm thinking we ought to start with the combination none of us have ever tried before," Donny goes on. "Benny, if you go with me then Marty can be with Timmy, and then after a while we'll switch and you can be with Timmy."
Benny smiles at me, reading the excitement on my face. I've been wanting to do it with Timmy since I laid eyes on him.
"Tell Marty what you want," Benny offers to Timmy. "He likes to do what you ask him to do."
I turn to Benny with a grateful smile. I love that he wants me to really enjoy this.
"Start by stripping him," Donny says to me. "He likes that."
"Yeah," Timmy enthuses. "Take everything off me!"
We share a smile as I peel his t-shirt over his head, his sweet, soft chest and belly coming into view. He's a lovely child and I can't wait to pleasure him. He lifts his hips so I can slide his shorts and underwear down together and his almost-three-inch boydick springs up to point back at his face.
I have to pause and admire him. He has a beautiful cock, bigger than I imagined it would be, sturdy and thick in perfect proportion to its length. The head is a deep pink helmet just a bit wider than the shaft and his small ball pouch hugs up tightly underneath. He doesn't have a single hair anywhere.
I finish taking his pants off and glance over to Benny to share my good fortune but he and Donny are fully engaged in a deep, tongue-swapping kiss that commands their full attention. They are still dressed but Donny has his hand down the front of Benny's shorts avidly fondling while Benny clutches him around the neck and shoulder holding him close.
It makes me really happy to see them going for it like this.
"What now, Timmy?" I ask, hoping for a taste of his rigid little member, though actually it isn't all that little after all. In fact, though I've been thinking of him as "Little Timmy" since day one he isn't really much smaller than I am.
Maybe it's sort of the opposite of how I think about Donny. Because Donny acts with the self-assurance of an older boy I tend to think of him as a big kid while in reality he's no bigger than average for a boy who's almost 12. Likewise, because Timmy acts so delightfully childish I think of him as a little kid.
I resolve to think of them both as just the right size.
Timmy grins down at me and says, "Tickle me all over, but not enough to make me laugh. Real super soft tickles."
I'm not sure what he means but Donny helps me out. He and Benny are moving on from their intense make-out and stripping out of their clothes.
"Just glide your fingertips across his skin," he says. "I've had it done to me and it feels amazing."
I proceed to trace my fingers across his belly ever-so-gently, and though his muscles tense as he resists laughter I also get what a sensual connection this is between us. It feels wonderful for me too as I draw random trails all over him; his chest, his armpits, his groin and thighs but instinctively not his junk. Something tells me to save that.
"Tickle my nipples with your thumbs," he dreamily purrs, his eyes softly closed and reveling in the sensations. "Make them super sharp and pointy."
I trace both hands back up to his chest and gently touch his erect little titties, and sure enough he reacts strongly, gasping and squirming as his nips come sharper and sharper under the pads of my thumbs.
"Oh God!" he exclaims, not sounding like a little boy at all. "My dick is so hard!"
A glance down confirms it, his shaft brighter pink and his head deeper red, the whole cock swollen thicker and quivering in the air above his hairless pubes.
"Now, Marty!" Timmy commands. "Suck it now!"
In one second I'm down on him and his deep sigh is my reward. I don't need instruction now, I know exactly how to please this sensitive, eager boy. His hands come to my head as I swing into my very best blowjob routine, plunging just the right number of times before pulling back to concentrate on his dickhead, then plunging back down again a second before it gets too intense for him.
"Oh Marty!" the boy exclaims. "Oh my God!"
I keep my thumb pads on his pin-sharp little nipples, gently but constantly diddling them back and forth, around and around. It's fascinating how he gets off on it, little tremors seeming to emanate from them and radiating downward through his chest and belly. I know lots of boys like having their nips tweaked, and in fact I myself think it feels really nice and sexy when I play with one while my other hand jerks my dick, but I don't think I feel it as strongly as Timmy seems to.
His hips begin to undulate and little shudders course through his body. I know he's going to get there, in fact I never doubted it. Timmy is fully into it and straining for the completion he knows I can give him. His fingers play through my hair and it's very good, though it falls a bit short of the very best, Tyler and Ryan. Still I'm very grateful because it's one of my favorite things.
I hear Benny getting near his climax too as Donny powerfully sucks him, and I remember our morning in the woods and how good Donny is. I'm glad for Benny, but now is the time for me to concentrate on Timmy's pleasure and that alone.
Perhaps the most wonderful thing about it is that Timmy and I are both focused with all of our minds, hearts and bodies on the same thing. When he gets there it will be an amazing victory for me as well.
"Ah!" Timmy cries in his highest register. His hips drive upwards, jamming his dick to its fullest length into my mouth. He is pulsing and clenching like mad, his orgasm taking over his entire being. He thrusts and bucks and tenses and releases over and over for a long time, until with a final pelvic twitch he settles back to the bed in heaving, gasping collapse.
I nurse Timmy's cock for several seconds and though it slackens a bit it never goes limp. I've been on my knees on the floor this whole time as he lay across the foot of the bed with his butt at the edge, the exact position Jerry was in our very first time. Next to him Benny lies similarly in post-orgasmic exhaustion as Donny kneels before him, kissing and licking his inner thighs and savoring his beautiful body.
Timmy holds out his arms to me and I take the invitation to crawl up and lie on top of him. Our kiss is sensual and affectionate and I know I have pleased him immensely.
Nothing is better than that.
Timmy's blue eyes meet mine and hold me, his sweetness flowing into me like a current. "Thank you, Marty," he says with all his sincerity. "Donny said you were good but holy cow! That was the best ever!"
"He loves to do it," Benny says. "That's why he's so good at it."
I blush a little at the praise, but I'm really glad boys like what I do for them. That's honestly why I do it.
"You guys wanna switch now?" Donny asks.
"Yeah," Benny says. "I'm really ready for this little tiger!" he says with a grin for Timmy, who giggles in reply and rolls toward Benny, nosing in for a smooch.
"OK then, I'll come around here," Donny says, scooting around on the floor to me. "What do you want to do?" he asks me.
"Just say what you want, Donny," Benny interjects. "If you really want to make Marty happy tell him what he can do to make you happy."
I smile at my friend, my heart full of affection for him. He truly gets me, better than anybody in the world except perhaps for Jerry. I remember Chris teasing Benny about being in love with me and how Benny never really denied it, just let the matter drop. But now the shoe's on the other foot. I'm all the way in love with him!
Benny's voice pulls me back. "It doesn't matter what it is," he says to Donny. "If he doesn't want to do it he'll just say so and he won't get mad or anything, will you, Marty?"
"No," I say. "I only ever said no to one thing, when my friend Richard back home wanted to put it in my butt, but after a while I did that too. I just kinda had to work up to it."
Donny's eyes go wide and I feel his excitement rise.
"You've really done that?" he asks, hardly daring to ask the question. "Let a guy actually, you know, fuck you?"
"Yeah," I say, not sure how Donny feels about it. Is he aghast at the idea or interested in it? "Richard did it twice and Benny did it once."
"Really, Benny?" Timmy asks him in mounting excitement, and Benny nods.
"Didn't it hurt?" Donny asks, more timidly than any words I've ever heard come out of his mouth.
"Only right at the very first," I say, "but it got better as it went on and then it started feeling really good. The second time it only hurt a little and got good fast, and the third time with Benny it was fantastic!"
Donny pauses, like he's debating whether to say something or not. Finally he gives a little sheepish look and launches in.
"I think about it all the time," he says. "I definitely want to do it to someone but I don't want to hurt anybody. Sometimes I think about what it would be like for somebody to do it to me too, but I get too scared and so I never do either one. I never even told anybody before but somehow I feel like I can tell you guys, especially with Marty being all, you know, honest about what he likes and everything. If he can admit this stuff then maybe I can too."
"That's how it was for me," Benny says. "Not the getting fucked part, because I still don't think I want to do that, but just that I like to do stuff with boys. I never really admitted it even to myself until I met Marty, and then somehow suddenly it was OK."
"I put things up my butt sometimes," Timmy ventures, and all three of us react in surprise. "Lots of times, actually. Pencils, magic markers, carrots..."
We all look at him.
"So you think it feels good to have stuff up there?" Benny asks.
"Yeah," he says. "I like to see how big of a thing I can take, and how deep I can get it."
"Wow," I say, impressed. "You're no innocent little kid, are you?" and Timmy beams in pride.
"Last Christmas I found the very best thing," he giggles. "A test tube from my new chemistry set. I put a little Vaseline on the round end and zoop it went right up me!"
Donny looks nervous enough to faint or something. I've never seen him like this and it's a little scary.
"Go on, Donny," Benny gently urges. "Tell Marty you want to fuck him."
Donny just looks at him, then at me, not saying a word.
"Is that what you want, Donny?" I ask. "It's OK. You can if you want."
"I don't want to hurt you," he says. "You're my friend."
"And that's why I want you to have what you really want," I assure him. "It's OK. Like I said, I've done it before."
I'm on my side with Donny behind me, his sturdy cock deep inside. One muscular arm holds my top leg aloft and the other crushes me tight against him as he powerfully thrusts, no longer timid or worried about hurting me. He really cut loose after I had my orgasm, begging him to pound me harder. He's quite a bit bigger than Benny and it makes a difference, tickling that magic spot inside me with every pump.
I thrill to his sweet breath on my neck and his soft sexy moans in my ear like they're right inside my head. He nuzzles my shoulder and kisses it softly and whispers my name over and over. His strong chest flexes against my back and his lean, tight ass muscles drive his hips like pistons. I feel deliciously full and wonderfully taken.
I love being his plaything!
But there's more to it than playing, a lot more. I deeply sense his affection for me despite his wise-ass sarcasm and teasing. I once wondered if he cared about anybody's feelings, when I thought he might have left the quarter on my pillow for a joke. I know better now. Donny is a sweet, sensitive boy and he's not just fucking me, he's making love to me.
At the foot of the bed Timmy is on his back with his knees up to his shoulders while Benny pounds into him, the smaller boy squealing in delight and marking each thrust with a guttural grunt. He's cum once already too and is zeroing in on another, which looks to be a photo-finish with Benny. The boy is twisting and pulling his own nipples much harder than I did and grimacing in tortured ecstasy.
"Oh shit, Marty!" Donny cries, no doubt loud enough for Ricky and Carl to hear if they're still out there — not to mention anyone passing by Charlie's window. "I'm gonna cum!"
Donny bucks and heaves and spasms inside me, his thrusts becoming staccato before burying himself one final time to my very depths and just pulsing over and over. I didn't quite get there the second time but it's all right.
I am fulfilled.
After a minute lying there with his hot breath on my neck and his muscular chest heaving against my back his dick is still bone-hard inside me. I wonder if he's going to start up again and I know I'll let him if he does, but then he disengages and slips out of me, rolling onto his back. His lubed-up dick points back to his face and glistens in the fading daylight.
I turn over to face him and he grins, then pulls me in for a sensual kiss. We kiss and wrestle tongues and moan into each other's mouths for another full minute while our friends at the foot of the bed push their screwing into overdrive.
Benny is banging the shit out of Timmy who is convulsing in, by my count, his third orgasm of the evening. Benny gets there too and moans and gasps until he has to fall away exhausted. After some heavy breathing and soft moaning from both of them Timmy sits up and regards us all with huge, amazed eyes.
"Holy shit, you guys!" he says, and we all erupt in giggles.
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