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This is a continuation of my story One Hundred Quarters, wherein Marty goes to camp.
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We're at breakfast and Benny has gone back to the line for more waffles. He says hours and hours of fabulous sex makes him hungry.
Go figure.
Carl takes advantage of the empty chair and slips in next to me. "Marty," he says in a soft voice, though it isn't hard to keep one's voice under the noise level of a cavernous dining room full of a hundred boys. "Can you teach me and Ricky how to give great blowjobs?"
I look at him in surprise.
"Everybody says you give the best ones and me and Ricky want to give great ones to each other."
Benny returns with his food and sits in Carl's vacated seat. "OK, this sounds interesting. What are we talking about?"
"Carl asked me to teach him how I give blowjobs," I say.
"I thought you did great last night," Benny says to Carl, making him smile.
"And Ricky did great for me, too," I say, watching the big boy blush.
"After you guys fell asleep," Ricky bashfully says, "Carl came into my bunk and we tried it on each other."
"It was really super nice," Carl says, "because we're best friends you know, here at camp. But it just wasn't as good as when you guys did it to us. We want it to be that good when we do it."
"And after camp too," Ricky adds, blushing even deeper. "I want to do it good for my friend Josh."
"And I've got two friends back home that I've fooled around with a little bit," Carl says, far less embarrassed than his big buddy. "Just jerking together, and sometimes jerking each other, but I want to show them what it can really be like!"
"Sure, I guess I can do that," I say. "But I don't really do anything special. I just do what feels right at the time."
Benny fixes me with his eyes. "No, you do things that are really special," he says. "Don't be so modest, Marty. You're really good!"
As usual I blush at the praise but bask in it too. "You do a few things really good too," I say, and Benny grins.
His grin fades and his eyes travel upward, focusing on something over my head. I sense a tall presence behind me and I turn to look.
"Good morning, Marty," Izzy says with an easy smile. "How are you doing today?"
"Um, good," I say.
"So listen," he says, "I know your cabin doesn't have canoeing today but they let us counselors take out canoes after dinner when there's no more lessons. If you want we could take one out tonight and I could give you a private lesson."
I sense another tall presence over my shoulder and wheel around in my seat to see Charlie stopping by on his way out of the mess hall, as he does after all meals.
"Hey, it's Izzy, right?" he says. "I hear you're doing great in training. You're going to love being a counselor."
"Yeah," Izzy replies with a smile. "I loved being a camper, and now I love being a junior counselor."
"So you teach canoeing?" Charlie asks, far more interested in Izzy's career than one might expect. "That's how you know my guys?"
It's nice to hear Charlie refer to us that way, as "his guys." There's a lot of affection in his voice.
"Actually I know Marty from back home," Izzy says. "I was just offering to help him with his canoeing after dinner tonight." Then to me, "So what do you say? Meet me at the canoe launch right after chow?"
I look up at Charlie, seeking — I don't know — approval maybe? I know I don't need his permission but the situation seems to call for it somehow. He's smiling, so I turn back to Izzy.
"Yeah, thanks," I say. "I'd like that."
"OK, cool," he says. "See you then!" and with a nod to Charlie continues on his way.
"That was weird," I say. "I thought I did pretty good yesterday, but I guess he thinks I need extra lessons."
Charlie leans down close to my ear, and all the other boys lean in to hear as well.
"I've got news for you, kid," Charlie says. "That was a boy asking you out on a date."
My mouth drops open and I stare at Charlie.
"Oooooh!" comes the mocking chorus from all my cabin-mates, with the notable exception of Benny. Their collective volume is enough to rise above the din and boys from nearby tables turn to look.
"Marty has a boyfriend," Donny sing-songs with a laugh, and the boys laugh too, again except for Benny who is wearing the strangest expression I've ever seen on him.
Charlie turns a disapproving look to Donny and the boy looks chagrined. "Sorry, Marty," he says. "I was just kiddin'."
I'm embarrassed, but I let him off the hook. Sometimes Donny says stuff without thinking past the laugh he's going to get. I give him a smile and he looks relieved.
Charlie scans the nearby tables and says, "I don't think anybody heard that," he says. "But you come to me if anybody gives you a hard time."
It's nice that he's all protective of me and everything, but I know I won't go running to Charlie just because of a little teasing. I nod OK anyway.
Benny grabs my hand and yanks me off the trail.
"Hey!" I cry as he leads me behind some big trees into a tiny clearing. "What're you doing?"
"Are you really gonna be boyfriends with Izzy?" he demands.
I look at him dumbfounded.
"What? No! We're just gonna go canoeing."
"Really? Don't you think it's more than that?"
"I don't think so," I say. "He probably wants to fool around, but that's all."
"Didn't you hear what Charlie said? Izzy asked you out on a date!"
"Yeah, I heard him, but that doesn't even make sense. Can two boys be boyfriends?"
Benny averts his eyes while he softly mutters, "I hope so."
"What did you say?" I ask in surprise, perfectly aware of what he said.
Benny hesitates and licks his dry lips, then meets my gaze.
"I said I hope so." His blue-gray eyes are soft and imploring. "I'd be your boyfriend then, if I could."
I need a moment to think but I don't want to leave him hanging. I give him a smile and reach for his hand, and he patiently lets me hold it until my brain catches up.
"Remember when we were walking in the woods with Chris?" I finally ask. "He teased you about being in love with me. Are you saying you really are?"
Benny looks at his feet and says, "Boy, that kid could see right inside of me. He knew I liked boys..."
Benny meets my eyes again.
"...and he knew I liked you especially. I didn't even know those things yet! Not for sure anyway."
"But now you're sure?"
Again he hesitates, but I guess my look is encouraging because a smile slowly lights up his face.
"Yeah, Marty," he says. "It's making me crazy to think that Izzy is trying to take you away. I think maybe I really do love you. "
I smile in return and take his other hand as well.
"He can't take me away from you Benny," I say, "because I love you too."
Benny's smile widens into a grin and he pulls me into him, planting his mouth firmly onto mine and probing in a deep kiss. His tongue comes forward and instantly we are French kissing like mad, completely unmindful of anybody who might come along to see.
"Which way is the winter cabin?" he asks. "I've got to make love to you right now!"
"I think I can find it," I say and pull him along back to the trail. We set off at the fastest pace we can manage on the rough ground and walk/run until we come to a fork in the trail. I pause, straining to remember until I recognize a particular broken tree branch and I suddenly know. I grab Benny's hand again, pulling him along.
It takes 15 minutes but finally we enter the clearing and spot the winter caretaker's cabin. We rush up onto the back porch and Benny is heading for the loose board where the key is hidden when I hear a voice inside.
"Wait!" I whisper. "I think somebody's here already."
We sneak around the corner to the bedroom window, where we carefully peek inside. The curtain is drawn but it's waving in the breeze and flaps out of the way every couple of seconds allowing us to see inside.
Two older boys are there with two younger ones, none of whom I recognize. They are all naked, the two older boys sitting side-by-side on the edge of the bed with the two younger ones kneeling between their opened legs, busily sucking their teen cocks. The kneeling boy nearest the window adjusts his position a bit and I can see that he is also fully erect and completely hairless.
"Come on, Eric," one of the teens says. "Let's switch. You've had Jimmy the whole time!"
"But I'm almost there, Brian!" Eric complains.
"We said we'd save it for their butts," Brian implores.
Eric watches Jimmy's little blond head pump up and down his dick a few more times then exhales loudly. "OK, OK!" he says, nudging the boy off of him while the grinning Brian does the same with the dark-haired boy. "But I can't wait much longer. I need to cum soon."
"Let's switch and do their butts," Brian says. "Come on, Jimmy. Climb up here and sit on it. I want you facing me."
Jimmy grins as he stands and steps aside so the other boy can get out of the way.
"Turn around and sit on mine, Keith," Eric says, "with your back to me. I love how you grind on me that way." The boy steps toward him without hesitation.
We can see all of their cocks now and the teens are pretty good sized but the boys don't seem scared at all. Jimmy might have a few wispy hairs above his stiff dick but it's hard to tell because he's blond. Otherwise his body appears smooth and childish.
Eric produces a tube of something from out of nowhere and slathers some lube onto his cock, then reaches over to his buddy to lube up his cock as well. Keith backs toward Brian and positions himself over the teen's rigid pole while Jimmy straddles Eric on the bed and lowers himself similarly. Both kids begin working their way down the two teen cocks until with matching grunts they each settle onto their partner's lap.
"Come on," Benny whispers, pulling me away from the window. I reluctantly follow.
When we're sufficiently out of earshot I say, "We could have watched them!" but Benny shakes his head.
"I want to fuck, not watch other guys doin' it!"
A naughty grin spreads on my face and I put my hand into Benny's crotch. His bulge is hard as stone.
"Yeah, I see what you mean," I say. "But where can we go?"
Benny looks around at the unfamiliar landscape. "This is the other side of the camp," he says. "Chris said nobody comes this far unless they're going to the cabin, so we should be able to find a quiet spot and just do it! Nobody will come along."
"But there'll be no bed or anything," I complain. "Are we just gonna lay on the ground?"
"I don't know," Benny says. "Let's just find a place and figure it out then."
Benny picks a direction seemingly at random and begins to walk. I follow along scanning from side to side but I don't really know what I'm looking for. I sense Benny getting frustrated as we walk and walk, and it occurs to me that we might not have an easy time finding our way back to camp.
We step out of the trees and find ourselves on the top of a big hill, a wide vista of forest and farmland stretching away for perhaps miles. The ground slopes off fairly steeply in front of us, but not straight down like a cliff. We can walk down this slope if we try, and indeed Benny motions me forward and says, "Come on."
It's not that hard going down the hill but I'm not looking forward to when we have to go back up. I think about protesting but then I see where we're heading. Benny has spotted an open meadow where the hill flattens out for a bit. The grasses wave gently in the breeze and it looks like a carpet of green.
We arrive and find the grass warm, dry and relatively soft. It's no mattress but it beats the rocks and sticks of the forest floor. I look back up the hill and realize that if we stick close enough to the slope we just descended nobody will be able to see us from above because of the bushes and trees sticking out of the hillside. Of course anybody coming up from below would see us if they got close enough despite the waist-high grass around us, but at this point Benny is willing to take the chance.
And I'm doing whatever Benny wants me to do.
"Get naked," he says. "Take everything off. If we're going to risk this let's risk it all the way!"
I grin and hastily strip out of my clothes. It actually feels glorious being naked in the great outdoors and feeling the sun and the breeze on my skin, especially the skin that is never exposed to the elements. I spread my legs wide so the air can circulate around my balls, a sensation I find I adore. My boner is achingly hard and I relish the warmth of the sun on it.
I could get used to this.
Benny is just stepping out of his shorts and underwear and he is stunningly beautiful in the bright sunshine. His dick is stiffer than I ever remember and I love that he got that way thinking of me! He slips to the ground and pulls me by the hand to join him. The grass actually feels exciting on my skin.
He lays back and opens his legs. "Suck me," he says. "Do your magic thing."
I slip between his lovely thighs and run my tongue all around his cockhead. He shudders and sucks in his breath.
"I told you you were good," he says. "Now really get me going."
I do my thing, a little mad at myself when I realize that I'm making mental notes of what to tell Carl and Ricky when I give them my Blowjob Master Class. I force that out of my mind and concentrate on my sexy hot boyfriend.
Boyfriend. I like the sound of that. If it turns out two boys can't be boyfriends me and Benny are going to do it anyway.
Fuck 'em.
I blow Benny for five minutes or so, his hands on my head and teasing sensually through my hair.
He knows what I like.
Benny shudders a few times and I think he's going to cum but he doesn't. Finally he nudges me away and says, "Oh my God am I ready!"
I grin at the prospect but then I think of something.
"Benny!" I cry in dismay. "We don't have any lube! We were going to use the baby oil at the cabin!"
Alarm enters Benny's eyes and he looks upset for a few seconds. Finally his eyes set in resolve.
"Have you pooped today?" he asks. "Since you took a shower last night?"
I think a second and reply, "No."
"Get on all fours," he says, and though I'm confused I love his commanding tone. I get on my hands and knees and the next thing I know Benny is pulling my butt cheeks wide open with his thumbs.
And then I feel his warm, sloppy-wet tongue lapping at my hole.
"Oh God!" I exclaim. "Oh Benny!"
There is no hesitation as he laps and tickles and probes, fully into the task and drenching me in his saliva.
"I can't believe you're doing that!" I exclaim. "I didn't think you ever would."
"Me neither," he says. "But sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do."
"Ohhh!" I cry in appreciation of his unflinching zeal. "I hope you gotta do it a bunch more times! It's so good!"
After two exquisite minutes that threaten to make me cum without further stimulation his face pulls away and he scrambles up behind me. In one second his scorching hot dick-tip finds my soaking wet hole and he pushes forward.
It's tougher going than when we had real lube but his dick's been in there before, not to mention the even larger Donny just yesterday, and I know I can take it. His cockhead forces inside and I gasp in both pain and excitement. I really want him in me no matter how difficult it is, but about halfway in he stalls.
After a dozen unproductive thrusts he withdraws and I am disappointed.
"No!" I cry. "Don't give up yet!"
"I'll never give up," he says. "Flip over on your back and pull your knees up."
I comply as quickly as I can and his face dives back into my crack. Benny's strong tongue probes me once again, depositing his spit even deeper than before. After two wonderful minutes I can hardly stand the waiting.
"Come on, Benny! I need you in me!"
He scrambles into position, drooling a huge loogie into his palm and coating his steel-hard cock with it. He places it against my wide-open hole and pushes, and it slowly sinks to about three-quarters depth before it stalls.
"Unghh!" I moan. It's painful and exciting and delicious and thrilling all at the same time, and if I ever had any doubt that I loved Benny it is completely dispelled. I am exactly where I want to be doing exactly what I want to be doing with exactly the boy I want to do it with.
I revel in all the sensations; yes the hardness inside and his weight pushing down and his beautiful face gazing lovingly upon me, but also the warm embrace of the sun and the light cool breeze and the bright blue sky with the white fluffy clouds, and the soft, sweet-smelling grass tickling my back.
I feel my body relax and Benny's cock slips in to the very bottom.
"Oh Christ, Marty," he breathes, and his voice sounds about two years older than usual. "Your ass is amazing!"
"Take me Benny!" I cry. "Fuck me!"
He begins to thrust, wasting no time getting to a fast, powerful rhythm. He's not the athlete that Donny is but he fucks me with even more passion and I am in Heaven. Benny leans down to kiss me, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and lock them at the ankles. We fuck and kiss and kiss and fuck for a very long time and I wish for it to never end.
Finally I feel my urgency rising. I haven't sensed Benny getting there but I can't think about that now. My own need is taking over as it approaches like a diesel train. It's coming, coming...
And then it slams me into next week.
Benny pounds and pounds as I cum and cum. I know I'm crying out in full voice but I have no idea what I'm saying, if indeed there are words at all. Benny fucks me fast and hard and I don't know how he keeps it going.
My wave begins to crest and I feel myself coming down, but something doesn't seem right to my foggy brain. Benny should be in the home stretch, driving ever harder for his own climax, but he's slowing down with me. He's still kissing me, still fucking me, only slowly now and much more sensually.
I have already cum but now I realize that he is taking me straight into round two. I am thrilled at the chance to please my boyfriend — my lover — even more.
Benny screws me slowly and deeply with tremendous passion and I feel every bit of his love in every thrust. It takes several more minutes and I think we've been fucking for at least fifteen at this point. He breaks the kiss for the first time since we started and he looks deep into my eyes.
"I love you Marty," he gasps and I feel his spasms beginning. In a second his body is convulsing from head to toe. His guts clench and his muscles tense and he pushes his dick as deeply into me as he can. He bucks three times, four times, and finally collapses on top of me, his breath heaving.
I feel wonderfully, thoroughly fucked.
"The lake is nice in the evening, isn't it Marty?" Izzy says as we skim along the smooth water. "It's so quiet with nobody else around."
"Yeah," I say, almost whispering. I don't want to break the silence too much. It feels like Nature is providing us with our own private quiet zone.
"I'm glad you came out with me," he says. "I've been dying to get some alone time with you."
"Yeah, about that," I begin very softly. "I figure you want another blowjob and that's OK. I'd really like to do that in fact, but the thing is, if you were looking for more than just sex... Well, I'm kind of with somebody now."
"Yeah, I figured you and Benny had a thing," he says, but with no surprise in his voice. He isn't mad or even disappointed. He just sounds like regular old friendly Izzy. "I see the way you look at each other. You're real lucky, Marty. He's super cute and he sure seems to like you."
"Yeah, he's real nice."
"I'll tell you one thing, though," Izzy says with a chuckle. "I'm sure glad I'm bigger than him, because this morning he looked like he wanted to kill me."
"He kind of got the wrong idea and thought you were asking me out on a date."
"Oh, I was," Izzy says. "This is a date, Marty. I'm taking you somewhere special, just you and me alone."
I feel a strong urge to turn around but I suppress it so we don't end up in the drink.
"I just told you I have a boyfriend."
"Yeah, but I didn't know that when I asked you," he says, "although I got a pretty good hint when Benny looked at me like I kicked his dog. You showed up though, didn't you? That means you guys aren't exclusive."
"Exclusive?" I have to ask. "What does that mean?"
"When a couple is exclusive it means they don't do anything with anybody else, just each other," he patiently explains. "No dates and especially no sex! But you knew I wanted to fool around and you showed up anyway so I guess that means you're not exclusive."
"We didn't really talk about it," I admit, "but we've been fooling around with other kids the whole time here at camp so I don't know why it would change now. In fact he knows I came here to suck your dick and he didn't try to stop me, so it must be OK with him."
"I asked you out because I like you Marty," Izzy says in all seriousness, "and not just because you gave me the very best blowjob of my whole life. I think you're super cool and super nice, and I really hope you like me too. I'm not trying to break you guys up. I just want to have some special time with you alone."
I'm considering this when I hear water splash as he sweeps his paddle to turn the canoe. He's bringing us around a point of forested land sticking out into the lake. When the view opens up I see something I didn't know existed, a small island of rocks and trees in almost the exact middle of the lake. Izzy is heading straight for it.
"It's called Bijou Island," he says. "On the map it's shaped like a diamond, and bijou means jewel in French."
"What's on it?"
"Nothing!" he says with a laugh. Guys paddle canoes out to it just for somewhere to go, and kids try to swim out to it to see if they can make it."
"Is this the somewhere special you were talking about?" I ask, rather unimpressed since there's nothing here but the same kind of trees and bushes we have back in camp.
"Yeah," he says with a smirk in his voice. "Some guys come out to Bijou Island for another reason. Guess what they call it?"
I think for a second before it comes to me. "BJ Island!" I exclaim with a laugh.
"Yeah," Izzy says, laughing with me, "but a lot more happens here than just BJs."
Izzy steers us in a big circle all the way around the island. "Just seein' if anybody else is here," he says. "We could still land and do our thing because there's plenty of private places, but sometimes there are older boy-girl couples here from the fancy resort at the far end of the lake, and we wouldn't want them to see us."
Izzy noses the canoe into a small sandy spot between dense bushes and I jump out into the shallow water. I'm glad he told me to leave my gymmies back at the launch because they'd be soaking wet now if I was wearing them. I steady the canoe while Izzy jumps out of the stern and together we drag it onto the sand.
"Come on," he says, and I follow him along a path that is much rougher than the ones back at camp. I wonder what sort of a place Izzy has in mind for me to go down on him and get another sweet bellyfull of his thick, juicy cum. A few times I step on something sharp with my bare feet and I yelp but I never actually cut myself.
"Up here," he says, and lifts me under my armpits up onto a hillock that was a bit too tall for me to do easily. I feel distinctly like a toddler being put into the shopping basket at the supermarket but when Izzy smiles happily I realize he enjoyed lifting me up and I'm glad I pleased him without even meaning to.
"That way," he directs and I continue up the hill, soon reaching a small clearing where the trees don't block the view. He jumps up onto a boulder and reaches down for my hand, pulling me up to stand next to him on what is apparently the highest point on the island. I can see 360 degrees around the lake, including the modern buildings of the fancy resort at the far end and the rustic cabins of Camp Wonnemok... that is until I realize that I'm looking the opposite direction we came from, so it can't be our camp.
"That's Camp Monomwa, the girl's camp," Izzy says. "They say it's almost exactly like Wannemok, only smaller because not as many girls go to camp."
"It's not that far away," I observe, "especially not in a canoe."
"I've never gone because I don't really care," Izzy says, "but they say every year some boys get caught trying to sneak over there to peek into the girls' shower house."
"What happens to them?" I ask.
"I don't know. I've been coming here for four years and I've never known of anybody who actually did it, but every year there's a rumor that some kids did it and got sent home. I think it's bullshit myself, and this year I'm a counselor so I should be able to get the real scoop."
I give Izzy a cheeky smile and say, "I'd rather peek into the boys' shower."
Izzy nods and smiles. "In fact," he says, "I'd really love to see a cute naked boy right now."
"Yeah, me too," I say, imagining all that beautiful bare boyflesh prancing around the showerhouse. I notice Izzy giving me a strange look and I return it questioningly.
"I mean you, Marty!" he says with a laugh. "You're the cute boy I want to see naked!"
"Oh!" I say. "I thought... I mean, you brought me here to blow you, right?"
Izzy steps close and surprises me by putting his arm around my waist and pulling my body tight to his. "Later," he says. "Right now I'm dying to see your beautiful sweet body. Jump down and take your clothes off for me Marty. You'll love being naked right out in the open like this."
I decide not to tell him that Benny and I spent the better part of this afternoon naked in a sunny green meadow, bringing each other to cum after cum including a truly cosmic fuck. But if it will please Izzy to see me naked then I absolutely want to oblige him.
"OK," I say with a sheepish smile and Izzy releases me.
"Do it slow," he says, stepping down from the boulder. "Really let me see you."
He takes my hand to steady me as I jump down from the boulder and stand facing him. The eager look in his eyes is really exciting and I know this is going to be good. I lift my shirt and pull my elbow in through the sleeve, then do the same on the other side before slowly inching it upward. I feel the breeze on my belly as my skin is exposed.
"Oh, yeah Marty," Izzy breathes. "Nice and slow just like that."
I spend a good 10 seconds peeling my t-shirt up and over my head, and when I can see Izzy again he is staring at my exposed, hairless armpit.
"Keep your arm up like that," he says, and moves in to examine me. "Oh man!" he says, and he begins to gently trace his fingertips through my pit. It isn't a firm enough touch to tickle, instead feeling amazingly tender and sensual. I think about the way I teased Timmy's bare flesh and I completely understand why Izzy enjoys doing it.
"God I love boys!" he says and ducks in to lick my pit. His tongue feels wonderful.
"Wow, Izzy," I say in surprise. "I thought you just liked to get blowjobs. I didn't know you liked boys for real!"
"Oh, yeah," he says, licking across my bare chest to an erect nipple. "Just young ones though," he says. "I hate pubic hair."
"Then you'll like me all right!" I say with a laugh. "I don't have one single hair anywhere."
"Well I'm going to find out right now," he says. "Come over here and let's lay in the grass. I want to check out every inch of you with my fingers and my tongue."
I settle into the soft grass for the second time today, slowly wiggling out of my shorts and undies while Izzy watches and touches and licks as he sees fit. I've only had the Around-the-World treatment that one fabulous time from Tyler, and now naked in the open air and orange evening sunshine I'm even more up for it than I was then.
Izzy is a gentle lover, kissing, licking and sucking every bare part of me from my head to my toes. When he licks my butthole I can't help but think of Benny a few hours earlier and my hole twitches in anticipation of a nice stiff intruder pushing its way inside. The only problem is that Izzy's intruder is twice as big as Benny's and I can't help a twinge of fear. Even Benny's hurt a little going in so I can't even imagine taking Izzy's.
Only I know damn good and well that I will if he wants me to.
We get to kind of a pausing point and Izzy pulls back to look me all over. "You're such a cute boy, Marty. Benny might be extra beautiful but you you have nothing to be ashamed of! He's lucky to have such a cute boyfriend."
I blush and beam at him. "Are you keeping your clothes on?" I ask.
"Not a chance," he says with a grin. "Come on, help me."
Between us we have his t-shirt and shorts off in nothing flat. That big meaty cock is as stiff and ready as I remember, and I look the question up into his eyes.
"Yeah, baby," Izzy says, rolling onto his back and opening his legs. "Do what you love to do."
I take it in my hand, not quite able to close my fingers all the way around it. It's magnificent, thick and hard and throbbing hot. His cockhead is round and full, the light purple skin so taut it looks shiny.
I lean in and engulf the head, barely able to get my mouth open wide enough. I slurp and nurse that delicious helmet, remembering the first time and feeling my excitement vault. Soon I'm pumping up and down, deeper and deeper, retreating back to the head every few pumps and making him shudder with my flicking tongue.
"Oh fuck Marty," he sighs. "God, you're the fucking best! Nobody ever did it so good."
I take a deep breath and push myself down, opening my throat and letting that thick meat enter. It isn't difficult at all this time and I hold it deep until I run out of breath.
I really like his silky pubic hair tickling my nose.
I begin to pump full-length. In fact when I pull up I let the whole dick slip out between my clinging lips, then I plunge back down letting it force my lips apart again so they are in maximum contact as they slide all the way down to the hairy base. In five or six of these mega-pumps Izzy is gasping for breath and his hips are bucking up to meet my face.
"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum!" he gasps. "It's too soon! I don't wanna..."
The hot surge blasts into my mouth. It happens to be when I'm tickling the tip so I get the full spurt right on the taste buds and it's amazing! I greedily swallow the delicious musky sauce just in time for the second blast, just as much fluid as the first. I push down to the hilt and am immediately rewarded with a third, gentler spurt that goes straight down my throat, and though it's weird and I think I might choke I manage to ride it out and don't even cough. I pull back and nurse his cockhead as I always do at the finish, drinking down his final dribbles and relishing his profound ecstasy.
When the dribbles finally stop and I can feel in Izzy's muscles that he is utterly relaxed I release his cock and happily gaze up to him. I'll never get over how wonderful it feels to know that I have utterly pleased my partner. It dwarfs the satisfaction of my own orgasm.
Izzy smiles his kind, friendly smile and says, "Come up here, Marty." I crawl into his arms and he holds me. It's tender and loving, and he plants on my lips one of the sweetest kisses I've ever had.
"You're just wonderful, Marty," he says softly. "I sure hope Benny knows what a good thing he has." He kisses me again and then cries aloud to the sky, "I could fall in love with you so easy! And you're only 10! We could have two or three whole years!"
I'm shocked by his words. Jeez it seems like everybody is falling in love with me left and right! But I'm also confused and curious.
"What happens in two or three years?" I ask.
"Hair," he says, and when I still look confused he says, "You know that when boys get to be 12 or 13 they start to grow pubic hair, right?"
"Yeah," I say, remembering Jimmy's wispy few hairs as he sat on Brian's cock at the winter cabin. "So?"
"I don't like pubic hair," Izzy says, sounding apologetic. "I don't know why, I just don't. You younger guys with your beautiful smooth skin just turn me on like crazy, but as soon as there's hair I just can't deal with it."
"So in two or three years when I start to get hair we can't do this anymore?"
"Probably not, no," Izzy says, looking into my eyes. "I'd still love you, like I still love Charlie, but I just wouldn't want to do stuff anymore."
"Charlie?" I ask. "From back home?"
"Yeah," Izzy says. "We started fooling around when we were eleven and decided to be boyfriends pretty fast, but then I hit puberty and he didn't like getting cum in his mouth. We were still boyfriends though. He would suck just until I felt it starting and then he'd finish me with his hand. He didn't have sperm yet so I'd still suck him all the way."
"But then he got his hair?"
"Yeah," Izzy says sadly. "It took another whole year but finally he did. I tried to do what he did for me, suck until he was about to cum and then use my hand, but it just grossed me out that he had hair. We had to break up but somehow we stayed friends. I think he mostly likes girls now anyway, although he sure liked it when you blew him. He talked about it for a week!"
"I loved that day," I say. "I had only sucked one boy before who could make sperm, and he could barely make a few drops. Charlie only made one good squirt but it was really nice. He was a lot of fun. And you! Oh my God you almost drowned me with your cum!"
"If you like older boys who can shoot then why are you with Benny? He surely can't."
"No, he can't," I say. "I actually think I like younger boys better too. It's a special treat to get a nice swallow of cum once in awhile but I don't know that I'd want it every time. I love that beautiful smooth skin too! Me and Benny just really connect, you know? Somehow I just know way deep inside that he's the boy for me."
"Oh," Izzy says, sounding disappointed.
I think that he really wasn't trying to break me and Benny up until I accidentally gave him hope that I liked older boys more, so I just might dump Benny and hook up with him. That's not going to happen but I don't want him to feel bad about it.
"Look, we live in the same town," I say. "You can come see me and I can suck a nice big load out of you. You can kiss me and suck me and make love to me like a real boyfriend, whenever you want to. I really like you, Izzy!"
"I really like you too, Marty," he says with a wry smile. I know he's still bummed but he's trying not to be a drag. "How close does Benny live?" he asks.
"Warrenville," I say. "It's way far away."
"Then what are you guys gonna do?"
"I don't know," I say. "We said we'd write letters and maybe our folks will let us talk on the phone, but that won't be the same as kissing and fooling around!"
"No, it sure won't," Izzy agrees. "Actually," he says, getting an idea, "since you guys aren't exclusive you could have an agreement where you both come back to camp the same two weeks every summer and you're boyfriends while you're here, but back home you mess around with other boys all you want. You could even have a home boyfriend and a camp boyfriend!"
"And you'd be my home boyfriend I suppose?" I say in a teasing voice.
"Well, it's a thought."
I laugh and pull him tight to me, but inside I'm thinking of Tyler.
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