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This is a continuation of my story One Hundred Quarters, wherein Marty goes to camp.
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I'm damn near asleep, my head on Benny's bare shoulder.
That third orgasm really wiped me out but Benny seems energized. I don't know where he gets the stamina. The breeze feels cool on my skin, counteracting the sun we've been baking in for I don't know how many hours. We're both tanned a deep bronze by now, even in the places where the sun don't usually shine. I'm sure glad my mother never sees me naked anymore because I don't know how I'd explain my all-over tan.
Our meadow is like home by this, our fourth visit, and I feel as comfortable lying naked here with Benny as I would alone in my own bedroom. He leans in and sweetly kisses my forehead. I sigh contentedly and spoon more tightly against him.
We've been official boyfriends for four days now — four wonderful days — but today marks the end of our first week of camp and next Sunday's inevitable drive home crouches in the shadows like a monster.
"I wonder what time it is," Benny muses, tickling my skin ever so lightly. It's a move we both dearly love, both giving and receiving, and I silently thank Donny for it.
"Not yet," I whine. "It can't be time to go back yet. I don't want it to be."
"No, baby, not yet," he says and gives me a squeeze.
We lie in silence for a minute before I ask, "Can we meet up with Chris and Eddie tonight? They've been asking."
"Sure," Benny says. "I don't want them to think we're mad at them or anything."
"We've been busy," I say. I reach over and flip his flaccid dick a few times and make it dance. "This thing has been keeping me busy."
Benny chuckles. "If you keep that up it'll be after you again."
"Promise?"
He rolls me onto my back and gives me a proper kiss which I return with passion. I really do love this boy, more and more every day, but as I think about the end of camp my apprehension rises. He finishes the kiss with a flourish and beams into my eyes but I can't return his happy look.
"We have to talk about it," I say.
It brings him down. "Right now?"
"Will you ever be in a better mood?"
"No, I guess not."
I roll onto my side and prop up my head with my hand, elbow on the grass. Benny rolls onto his back again and looks at the sky.
"So talk," he says.
"I live in Gresham and you live in Warrenville," I say. "It's way too far to ride a bike and there's no bus or train or anything."
"Yeah," Benny sighs in resignation. "I know we won't be able to visit each other, but we can write letters and talk on the phone."
"Maybe," I say. "But let's face it, we probably won't see each other for a whole year. That's why we have to make sure we both come to the same session of camp next summer."
"Let's write another letter home this afternoon," Benny says. "And lay it on thick, you know? Oh, Mommy, I miss you so much... but I'm having a blast at camp!"
I giggle. The thing is, both of those things are true. I do miss my Mom, but I wouldn't give up my naked time with Benny for anything!
"When we apply for camp next year we both have to request to be in the same cabin," I remind him, as if he needed reminding.
"That's pretty cool what Charlie told us," Benny says, "that you can put on your application that you want to be in a certain cabin. My Dad thought that place on the form was just for listing special meals for kids with allergies and stuff like that."
"Yeah," I agree. "That's how him and Zane always hooked up every summer."
"I think it's neat that they're still boyfriends after all these years," Benny says. "Even if Zane has a girlfriend back home now too."
"What did Charlie say Zane is?"
"Bisexual," Benny replies. "He likes boys and girls both."
"And what are we?"
"Homosexual," Benny says. "But I like the other word he used, gay."
"I always thought gay meant happy," I say.
"Well I'm pretty happy," he says with a smile. "Aren't you?"
"Oh, I'm gay as hell!" I say and we both laugh.
I gaze at his beautiful nude body and wonder how I'm ever going to live without it, but then I think of Tyler's different, but equally beautiful body and I feel a pang of longing for him, too.
"Benny," I say, and he reacts to the seriousness in my voice. "I never want to hurt you, but I'm never going to stop doing stuff with other boys either. I can't help it. It's who I am and what I do."
"I know, Marty," he says. "I would never ask you to stop. One of the best things about you is that you've got more love in your heart than anybody ever."
"I want you to find someone at home too," I say. "If you find someone nice to fool around with then I won't feel so bad."
"Actually, there is a boy I kind of like," he says. "His name is Timothy and he goes to the swim club. He's real nice and real cute and I used to think about him when I jerked off until I met you. Now I think about you."
"You jerk off here at camp?" I ask, surprised. "When do you find the time?"
"You jerked off," he reminds me, "the night we blew Carl and Ricky."
"Oh yeah," I say. "I forgot."
"How are their blowjob lessons coming?"
"Get Carl to show you tonight," I suggest with a grin, "then you tell me."
We lay silent for a moment, basking in each other as much as the sun.
"You know, we're starting to run out of time," I say, a bit wary of Benny's reaction. "There are still boys I'm hoping to play with before we have to go home."
As I feared Benny looks a bit hurt.
"I mean both of us together of course. There's Brent and Nicky, and my friend Bobby from home, and Chris and Eddie..."
"We're gonna see them tonight," Benny says, "unless you're going to be busy with Izzy."
I see the annoyance in his eyes when he says Izzy's name, so I deflect with a joke.
"Hey, you made a rhyme. Busy with Izzy!"
He stares at me.
"OK," I say. "Not funny. But what is your deal with that guy anyway? You say you don't want me to stop fooling around with boys but this one particular boy makes you crazy! What's up with that, Benny? Be honest. I need to know."
"I don't know," he says, although I know he does. "Maybe it's because he already asked you out right in front of me. And he lives in your home town so he'll have a whole year to work on taking you away from me!"
I scoot closer so that our bodies are touching again. "Benny," I implore, "I keep telling you that I only like him as a friend and a sex buddy, just like all those other boys we talked about. He's nice and funny and he does sex real good."
"Does he fuck you?"
"No."
"Not yet, you mean."
"Maybe someday, I guess," I say. "He probably wants to but he hasn't asked me to to that yet. And what's wrong with that? Other guys have fucked me and you're OK with it."
"But he's so big!" Benny blurts. "He's got that great big dick and he can squirt cum for you and everything. After that you'll probably never want my puny little thing inside you again!"
I pull him to me tightly. "Benny! That's crazy! I love you and I love your dick. And it's not puny either. It's beautiful and you're beautiful. Even Izzy says so. He's always saying how lucky I am to have such a super-cute boyfriend."
Benny looks at me with big eyes. "Really? He says that?"
"Yeah, I swear to God. He must have said it three or four times already."
Benny digests this for a second, a tiny smile fleeting across his lips.
"Listen," I say, slightly emboldened. "Izzy doesn't do stuff with teenagers, only younger boys who don't have any hair yet. It's his thing, you know, and he kind of — what's the word? Worships us. He did the Around-The-World thing on me and it was amazing!"
"What's that?"
"That's where he licks and kisses every single part of your body. It takes like half an hour and by the end you just feel like you're gonna explode and he makes you cum in about three sucks."
"He licks everything?" Benny hesitantly asks. "Even the butthole?"
"Especially the butthole," I say. "He spends a lot of time there and it's fantastic!"
"Wow," Benny mutters, his gaze distant like he's imagining it.
"I can do that for you, you know," I say. "I want to but you never let me."
Benny gets an uncomfortable look on his face. "I don't know, Marty," he says. "That just seems too gross to do with my boyfriend."
"Even if I want to?"
"I'm sorry," he says. "You're too special to me. I just can't make you put your mouth where the shit comes out."
"You wouldn't be making me, you'd be letting me. And you already did it to me so you know it's not gross.
"That was just to make you slippery," he says. "I had to do that."
I get another idea. "I know Izzy would love to do it for you," I say. "Come with me next time, to the island."
"What island?"
"Oh shit," I mutter in discomfort.
It's embarrassing to get caught lying to him by omission, but I had a good reason.
"I didn't tell you about it because you get so weird about Izzy. There's this little island in the middle of the lake called Bijou Island where guys go to fool around. You can only get there in a canoe, and that's where Izzy took me that night. Remember I barely made it back to the cabin before bed check? That's 'cause me and Izzy kind of wore each other out and fell asleep."
"Yeah, I remember," Benny says, a hint of bitterness returning to his voice. "I was worried about you because you were so late, and kind of mad at you too for making me worry."
"And a little jealous, weren't you? Come on, be honest."
"You were with Izzy all that time! I thought he was taking you away."
I touch him gently on the cheek. "But look who I'm naked with in a meadow. Is it Izzy? Nope, it's Benny!"
He grins and blushes, which is harder to see these days because of his tan. I suddenly notice that the tan has brought out a light dusting of freckles across his nose and I fall a little deeper in love.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Benny mumbles to himself from behind me, though of course he meant for me to hear it. He's in the middle seat of the canoe with Izzy behind him providing the power/steering and me in front paddling — and giving Benny something to focus on besides what's going to happen when we get to the island.
I hated to disappoint Chris and Eddie but they were OK when we promised to take a "hike" with them tomorrow. I'm especially looking forward to Eddie because I've only been with him once way back on the second day of camp. Even though he's not as pretty as most of the boys I've been with his enthusiasm is unmatched. I just love how much he loves it, and that's really fun for me.
I didn't want to delay this trip to the island for fear that if Benny had a day to think about it he might back out. It took me an hour to convince him that if he just came along with us he'd see that Izzy is a lot of fun to fool around with and he's not gunning to replace Benny in my heart.
As if he could. I'm nuts about Benny and getting nutser by the minute — if that's a word.
We come around the point and as the island comes into view I cry, "There it is!"
Benny doesn't seem excited but I think he's deliberately tamping down his reactions, bound and determined not to have fun if Izzy is involved. Part of me kind of resents that but I know Benny is dealing with brand new emotions that he doesn't yet know how to handle. I force myself to remember that I have literally a hundred times more experience with this stuff than he does.
As before we reconnoiter the island by paddling all the way around, only this time there is a canoe already beached on the far side. Izzy seems a bit taken aback, and drags his paddle to slow us down.
"That's weird," he says. "That's a camp canoe but we only have four canoes in service right now and they were all on the beach when we took this one. So where did the extra canoe come from?"
"You must be wrong about there only being four," I suggest. "Maybe they only bring out four when you give lessons."
"Maybe," Izzy says. "If other boys came out here it's probably for the same reason we did and it won't matter if we see each other. We'd better be extra careful though just in case."
"Are you sure this is safe, Marty?" Benny asks sounding far from convinced. "If those are grownups from the resort..."
"They aren't," Izzy says. "Resort canoes are bright orange with black lettering. That one was plain just like ours."
"It'll be alright, Benny," I say. "Like Izzy said, we'll be extra careful."
We beach our canoe on the opposite side of the island and in one minute there are three barefoot boys trooping along the trail. I know to watch out for the rocks and roots this time and my feet do fine.
Izzy is leading and I make a point of letting Benny go before me. It's not so much that I want to keep an eye on his behavior and more that he's wearing his tightest shorts today and I want to keep both eyes on his delicious butt wiggling a few feet in front of me.
I remember the trail and I know Izzy is heading for his favorite spot at the very top of the island. We're moving along nicely until suddenly Izzy turns back to us and puts a vertical finger to his lips. We stop and look at him in silent expectation. He gestures us closer and pulls us by our shoulders until our three heads are together.
"Those other kids are right in there," he whispers, gesturing off the trail to the right. We creep forward and silently part the bushes.
There are two kids lying in the grass of a small clearing, naked, on their sides in a 69 position. They are really chowing down on each other, their slurping and moaning fully audible from our hiding place fifteen feet away. The one with his back to us has a truly beautiful ass, and I mean astounding. The fucking thing is heart shaped! I've never seen a boy with such an ass before and my dick jumps up to full stiffness in about three heartbeats.
They are young, maybe eleven tops, and their moans are clear and high in unchanged voices. Heart-Ass Boy is slender and delicate like Tyler and has the same mid-length brown hair. Unlike Tyler his back tapers in from narrow shoulders to a tiny waist, his hips flaring out from there into that magnificent bum. His legs appear shapely and beautiful as well, and it pains me to admit that there exists a boy lovelier than Benny.
One of them says something muffled by his partner's sex and they wriggle themselves into another position, still 69 but now with Heart-Ass on his knees and the other on his back underneath. Heart-Ass opens his knees wider so that he can crouch lower and as his legs part I am struck as if with a ball-peen hammer.
"That's a girl!" I exclaim, intending it to be a whisper but it comes out much too loud. Before I can react Izzy and Benny are already gone, running up the path toward higher ground.
I can't tear my eyes away from the writhing couple in the clearing and the distinct lack of balls below Heart-Ass' wide-open tiny pink butthole. Where the balls should be is a pink vertical slit that I presume must be the mysterious "pussy" I've heard older boys gush over. I am shocked immobile but not so shocked that I don't register profound disappointment that this is not a boy. My dick instantly droops.
Boy, am I gay or what?
Heart-Ass Girl rises up from her oral affections to flip her hair out of her pretty face. I see then that the person on the ground is also a girl by the slight swells of breasts and her own pink hairless slit. Heart-Ass dives right back in and they resume eating each other like they're starving.
I don't know how they could have missed my outburst but I am very happy that they somehow did. I slip away and hurry along the path to catch up with my friends. It will be good to get back to the familiar realm of boys.
I reach the summit and Izzy and Benny are standing on the boulder looking at the view. They are holding hands but I'm sure only for balance. When he sees me Benny jumps down and runs to me.
"What the fuck was that?" he asks with a grin.
"I'm glad you find it amusing that I almost shit my pants," I say, but I'm grinning too. "Those were two girls! I guess they came from Camp Monomwa."
"That explains the canoe that looks just like ours," Izzy says.
"So what happened after we left?" Benny asks.
"Nothing!" I say, still surprised by it. "They just kept right on fooling around. I guess they were too wrapped up in it to hear me."
"I didn't know girls did stuff with each other too," Benny says.
"Yeah," Izzy says with authority. "Girls can be gay too. They call them lesbians."
"I've heard that word," Benny says. "My Mom said it about these two ladies at the club. I thought she was mocking how they looked because they were both wearing jeans and flannel shirts."
"And boy, these girls were really goin' at it, too," I say with a chuckle. "They must like girls as much as we like boys!"
"Speaking of which..." Izzy says. He pulls me into an embrace and kisses me. It must be for Benny's sake that it's a fairly tame kiss, compared to last time.
He turns to Benny then and says, "Can I?"
I smile at my boyfriend and say, "Go on. It's why you came out here, right? To see what it's like with Izzy?"
Benny doesn't look entirely convinced but he allows himself to be pulled into Izzy's arms. The older boy fixes him with his gaze before leaning in and pressing his lips against Benny's.
I see Benny resisting but it is short-lived and soon he is kissing back. Izzy gets more serious about it and in another few seconds I can see their jaws working and their tongues wrestling. The lump in Benny's shorts gets bigger before my eyes.
"All right!" I exclaim in glee. "C'mon you guys, let's get these clothes off!"
It takes about 3-point-4 seconds for us to strip out of a t-shirt, shorts and undies, leaving us all wonderfully nude and boned up. Despite himself Benny can't help but gawk at Izzy's thick 6 inches with its halo of silky brown hair. Izzy's eyes are only on Benny, darting around like he's trying to see every part of him at once.
"Oh my God you're beautiful!" Izzy says in awe. "I've always loved your face and I knew your body would be great too, but holy shit! Marty, how can you keep your hands off of him for even a minute?"
I giggle and say, "I can't!" and reach right over and grab Benny's stiff prong. Benny gasps at the touch and then again when Izzy lunges forward and places both of his hands squarely on Benny's beautiful round ass.
My other hand comes to Benny's chest and I begin to fondle a nipple while I jerk him. Izzy gropes Benny's lovely ass in concentric circles and leans in to kiss him again. Benny can no longer pretend and gives in to his passion.
"Oh yeah!" he sighs. "Let's lay down you guys." We lie on the soft grass, Benny in the middle, continuing our kissing and fondling.
"Let's double-team him," I say to Izzy. "We can do Around The World but both of us at once!" Izzy's grin is his agreement and Benny lays back with his eyes ablaze in excitement.
"You have two of most things," I say. "So we'll each lick the same part whenever we can. Izzy, let's start with his cute little ears!"
Izzy leans in eagerly just as I do, and we both go for Benny's tiny little elfin ears. I can't see what Izzy's doing but I start licking around the top next to his feathery soft blond hair. I lick around to the earlobe, pulling it between my lips and sucking it gently. Benny sighs in pleasure and I wonder if it's for me or whatever Izzy is doing on the other side.
I guess it could be both.
I poke my tongue slightly into his ear canal and he giggles and squirms.
"Neck!' Izzy directs, and we both move down to Benny's soft sweet neck, licking, kissing and sucking from both sides and making him sigh.
"Shoulders!" I say, and we both move to Benny's soft round shoulders. There's boyish muscle under the skin and I really like the feel of it. A shoulder isn't that much fun to lick though and apparently Izzy agrees.
"Armpits!" he says, pulling Benny's arm away to expose the beautiful, soft and smooth hollow that for some reason I find so incredibly sexy. Benny's breath begins to catch as he gets more and more turned on, his cock swelling even bigger and turning deep red, the glans nearly purple. We both lick and savor Benny's tender underarms for a long time.
"Nipples!" Izzy finally commands in an especially eager voice and we both move there without a second's hesitation. This is something I like to do and I've had pretty good success making boys super horny, so I tuck in and nibble and bite and swirl my tongue, finally sucking with great hunger. From certain angles I can see what Izzy is doing and he's cycling through similar techniques. Benny's nipples are ice-pick sharp and he sucks his breath in and moans like he's coming out of his skin.
Nerve-ending overload. I know it well.
After three or four minutes of this torture Benny pushes our heads away with both hands and cries, "No more! I'm gonna die!"
I decide his upper body needs some recovery time, so I call out, "Thighs!"
Benny seems surprised that we jump right over his naughty bits but I think he's grateful too for the respite. Izzy and I move down to Benny's wide-open, smooth and slender legs, our heads bumping lightly as we both go for the tender skin of the inner thigh. I trace my tongue lightly up and down, from the inside of his knee to the crease between his balls and his pelvis. I stay away from the balls themselves, saving that delicacy for later, and I hope Izzy is doing the same.
"Oh my God!" Benny breathes in one huge exhale. He can hardly hold himself still, but I hope he does because this exquisite torture is not to be missed.
When Tyler did this to me he spent a lot of time on my inner thighs, and because he was by himself he alternated between them, holding my balls out of the way with his hand as he licked his way under them crossing over. I glance over and Izzy is doing exactly that, cupping Benny's balls in one hand while he licks underneath them at the very gateway of his taint. He doesn't venture any further along that tender trail, presumably saving the good stuff for later.
"His feet!" I cry, reasoning that his shins will be bony and not much fun. I know his calves will be a lot more fun when we turn him over onto his belly.
I start licking down the instep of one delicate foot. I confess feet are among my least favorite places on a boy but it's part of him and maybe he'll like it. As I get near his toes I realize that we have been running along a dirt trail and his feet are filthy. I look over at Izzy and I see him frantically wiping off Benny's foot with his discarded t-shirt. In a second he tosses the shirt aside and plunges down on Benny's big toe, sucking it like a cock.
I've never heard of anybody getting off on feet, but then nearly all of this stuff has been made up on the spot as we think of it. Besides, if Izzy is into it who am I to say it's weird? I decide to let Benny's reaction be my guide, and noting his apparent lack of enthusiasm I decide to skip the foot worship.
"Flip over on your stomach, Benny," I instruct, and he disengages his foot from Izzy and quickly complies, further confirming that he wasn't into the foot stuff either.
Izzy doesn't seem offended and cries, "Calves!"
I run my tongue up and down Benny's lovely, firm calf. It isn't bulging with muscle but it's nicely toned and incredibly shapely. I glance over and Izzy is similarly appreciative.
In a moment I want to move on and say, "Behind his knees!" It's very soft there yet framed with tight tendon and sinew. It's a delicious contrast and I poke around that tender hollow much to both my and Benny's delight.
"Mmmm!" Benny moans louder than most of his exclamations have been. "God, why does that feel so good? Oh shit, tickle me there with your tongues!"
We giggle in unison and comply. I love to show a boy something new that feels just wonderful. His very first orgasm is the best of course but other new and wonderful sensations are also a delight to share.
We tickle behind Benny's knees for a minute or so but the novelty is wearing off and I sense all three of us ready to move on.
"Backs of his thighs," Izzy suggests in a much less urgent tone. We all know where this is eventually heading, to his delectable cock and balls, and maybe we're all in a bit of a hurry to make that happen, although I plan a little stop along the way which I hope will be a welcome surprise for Benny.
Izzy and I trace our tongues up and down and all around the delicious backs of Benny's creamy soft thighs, then without announcement further up onto the fabulous mounds of his world-class ass. It's round and bubblicious, not heart-shaped, but I am utterly in love with it and I want to kiss it and lick it and savor it for the rest of my life.
Here is where Izzy and I must dispense with the simultaneous pleasuring of twin body parts. I spread Benny's perfect butt cheeks and reveal the tiny pink Gateway to Heaven within. I haven't examined it so close-up before and I am enthralled. I remember what he said in the meadow though and I have to respect my boyfriend's wishes.
But that doesn't mean Izzy has to.
I meet eyes with Izzy and grin suggestively. "Go ahead," I whisper. "Show him how it's done."
Izzy leans in and touches his tongue to Benny's hot anus.
"Ahh!" Benny cries and his hole involuntarily clenches. "Marty! What are you...?"
"That's Izzy," I say. "Give it a chance, baby! I swear you won't be disappointed."
I can see Benny fighting his body's reaction to the strange new sensation, but he wills himself open bit by bit until his strong gluteal muscles finally relax and he settles in to receive this most exotic pleasure.
Izzy tongues him gently and lovingly, projecting tremendous affection into this, Benny's most vulnerable orifice. Benny opens even wider and accepts the loving licks, moaning and gasping like he's just too turned on to function.
Izzy backs away for one second to give me a libidinous grin then nods down at Benny in a way that reminds me that I'm shirking my duty. We are supposed to be double-teaming, after all.
Izzy returns to his tender task as I bend to kiss the small of Benny's back, licking through that shallow depression and then up the boy's spine, arriving finally at his neck. I nuzzle and kiss that beautiful neck with all my passion while Izzy buckles down to his deepest probes yet of Benny's private boy-cave.
Benny squirms in ecstasy.
"Oh, God that feels so good!" he sighs. "Lick me, Izzy! Do it good!"
Izzy growls hungrily as he energetically eats ass. My nose fills with Benny's musky scent as his pheromones kick into overdrive and his excitement reaches new levels. Benny grinds his own hard cock against the soft carpet of grass.
"God!" he calls again, in disbelief of the amazing sensations. "If there was a hole under me right now I'd be fucking the island's brains out!"
"Fuck Izzy's mouth!" I say in sudden inspiration. "Flip over you guys and let's see some serious face-fucking!"
Both boys grin as they arrange themselves, Izzy on his back and Benny mounting his face. In a few seconds Izzy gets his first taste of my boyfriend's delicious boner and they both moan in contented euphoria.
Benny begins a softened, shallower version of his stud-horse fucking of my ass. I adore watching his round cheeks dimple and stretch as he slides himself in and out. They are both in heaven and I am glad to see it. These are two of my most beloved friends and I want them to love each other too.
Izzy's cock is standing up hugely and I can't ignore it. I crawl up and take it in my mouth, slowly and lovingly teasing his bulbous cockhead and working up to the blowjob that will ultimately send him rocketing into the stratosphere. I'm keeping him on a low simmer for now so that Benny can get where he wants to go in Izzy's mouth, and then he can watch the fireworks with me.
Benny's bald pubes slap against Izzy's nose as he drives himself between those greedy teenage lips. I see in Izzy's eyes how thrilled he is to finally get with Benny and I am thrilled for him too. He likes 'em young, smooth and beautiful and they don't make 'em any hotter than Benny.
Benny's breath comes in short gasps and he cries out, "Suck Izzy! I'm almost..."
He cums hard, short sharp cries escaping him as the waves of bliss course through his body. He thrusts a few more times but his energy is spent. He collapses onto Izzy's face for a moment but quickly rolls away. He is so satiated his eyes are soft-focused somewhere in the distance.
This is my cue. I shift Izzy's blowjob into third gear, pumping, licking and slurping my very best, both for Izzy's sake because he has earned it the way he pleased my boyfriend but also for my Benny to watch. He once saw his cousin shoot jizz but he was grossed out at that age and couldn't enjoy it. Now he is worldly and wise enough to appreciate Izzy's exaltation.
"Unghh!" Izzy cries. "I'm gonna cum Marty! Take my cum!"
Benny perks up at this as I knew he would. He spins around to get a closer look, his face only a foot away. I need to please them both and I know just how.
Just as Izzy's hips buck up and I feel the jizz rising in his shaft I pull my face back and stroke him with my hand, aiming that big cannon directly at my wide-open mouth.
The first salvo spurts fiercely, grazing my chin and lower lip but mostly drenching my teeth and tongue. It's hot and gooey and delicious, though I relish it not so much for the actual taste but more because of the pleasure I know it gives him.
"Oh man!" Benny cries, but that is no grossed-out look on his face. He is amazed and excited and turned on.
I close my mouth to swallow just as Izzy's second shot explodes out of him, painting my face with scalding white pearls. I have to close one eye because the stripe of goo slashes straight across it and onto my forehead. I wipe my eye with my free hand but I sense that Izzy is far from done and I aim his cock back up his own belly for the third volley, and sure enough it is a solid, respectable amount for a third spurt. It travels well up his abdomen nearly reaching his nipples as Benny watches and grins.
To my surprise Benny lurches forward and clamps his mouth around Izzy's oozing cockhead, nursing on it and slurping the remaining drizzles straight into his mouth. He looks completely eager for it and I see his throat working over and over as he swallows the drool that keeps coming and coming. Benny meets my eyes and I see gratitude there along with the lust.
I know I'm the one who brought him into this world of boy-pleasure, and just how happy he is that I did.
"That's a boy!"
The voice comes from several feet away, dry and sarcastic and clearly mocking my own exclamation from when we stumbled upon the girls. We all jerk our heads toward the sound and find a young girl, tall, slender and willowy, fully dressed in a pale pink sleeveless top, beige shorts and dirty, wet low-rise tennis shoes. She stands defiant and unafraid, arms akimbo and her fists on her well-defined hips.
"Shit!" Benny cries and covers himself with his hands, but not all that effectively.
"Oh, whats the matter, boys?" the tall girl mocks. "You can spy on us but you can't take it when we turn the tables?"
I haven't covered up, mostly from shock but now I decide to remain uncovered and give her bold for bold. She can look all she wants and I won't give her the satisfaction of making me shy.
"We weren't spying," I counter, looking her right in the eye. "We saw you, yeah, and we were shocked for a second, but then we moved on and minded our own business. You came looking for us. That's different."
She appraises me for a moment, a little smile curling up one corner of her mouth and a bit of surprised respect in her bright green eyes.
"Yeah," she offers in a conciliatory tone, "we watched pretty much the whole time, and you guys are sure into it, I'll give you that, so it was a pretty good show. How about this? If you stay naked now we'll take our clothes off again too so you can look. No touching, though. We're into girls, not boys. Right, Jenny?"
The other girl emphatically nods. She's darker, shorter and rounder with little boob-bumps stretching her Camp Menomwa t-shirt. I can't tell if they are brand-new real boobs or lingering baby-fat. She's pretty ordinary for eleven years old or so, not nearly as cute as her girlfriend.
"You guys understand how that is, right?" the tall girl asks, "liking the thing everybody says you're not supposed to?"
"Yeah," I say, somehow the spokesperson for the boys. "We get that for sure."
She smiles for the first time and I realize that she is very cute indeed. She probably has boys sniffing around her all the time but she prefers Jenny.
I meet her eyes and we share a genuine smile. It turns out I like gay people even when they're girls!
"I'm Marty," I say, "and this is my boyfriend Benny and our friend Izzy." Benny has dropped his hands now, since the girls have already seen an entire sex show from us anyway, and gives them a wave and a shy smile. Izzy has never covered up and, though still not smiling, says a friendly-enough hello.
"I'm Rachel and this is Jenny," she says, peeling off her top and revealing her absolutely flat chest. Her nipples are small and bright pink and fully erect in little pinpoints. If she was a boy it would turn me on. The shorter girl strips off her t-shirt as well to show larger and much darker nips, also mostly erect in little cones.
"You're from Monomwa, right?" Benny asks, getting a nod from Rachel as she toes off her tennis shoes. "Are there a lot of girls over there who do it with girls? Because there's a lot of boys at Wannemok who do stuff."
"Some," Rachel says, shucking down her shorts and panties to once again show her mysterious slit. "Jenny you've been with how many so far?"
Jenny steps out of her blue shorts and white panties and answers, "Four, counting you."
"And three for me, counting Jenny."
"So you're not girlfriends, then?" I ask, curious how it works with girls.
"No, we just met here at camp," Rachel says. "I have a special friend back home, but we're not like in love or anything. Just foolin' around." Then she brightens, gesturing to Benny, and observes, "But you're in love with this one, aren't you?"
I blush a little but grin. "You can tell, huh?"
"Yeah, man," she says. "You look at him like guys look at girls in the movies!"
It's that billboard face of mine again.
Rachel steps over right in front of where I'm kneeling. "You wanna look now?"
I nod, so she opens her legs for my inspection. It's mere curiosity for me, not turning me on even a little. It reminds me of school trips to the museum, closely examining something in a display case just because I've never seen anything like it before.
I look over and Jenny is standing similarly before Benny, who peers up with a slightly excited smile. I wonder if he's going to develop an interest in girls at some point. I don't want to think about that so I push it out of my mind.
Rachel turns around to put her backside in my face and bends forward, opening her whole apparatus to my view. The pussy lips part a little and I see deep pink, glistening moist tissue inside, along with what appears to be an inner opening that leads deeper into her, like a second asshole. It's weird, and I decide I like dicks and balls a lot better. Her actual butthole is cute, though, virtually identical to Benny's, tiny and bright pink.
"You'd like to lick Benny there, wouldn't you?" Rachel asks me, winking her little starfish.
I giggle at the sight and reply, "Yeah, I'd love it."
Rachel stands and turns back around to face me. "I saw that he loves it too, when Izzy was doing it. And who wouldn't? It feels amazing!"
"Does Jenny do that for you?" I ask, glancing over to where the smaller girl is displaying her nether regions to an interested Benny. Izzy is reclining nearby but not really looking.
"No, my friend Sarah back home," Rachel says with a giggle at the memory. "And I do it for her too. It's like the dirtiest thing ever, but that makes it the coolest! I don't get to have a cummy from that unless she uses her fingers too. Mostly I get my cummy from her mouth."
"Just so you get it, right?" I quip, and she laughs.
"I like you, Marty," she says. "You're cool, for a boy."
"And you're cool for a girl, Rachel," I reply. "I wish we could be friends." It's the first time I've ever wanted to be real friends with a girl.
"I'd like that," she replies, seeming to really mean it. Rachel gets an inspiration and says, "Meet us here again on Wednesday, same time. Bring your name and address and phone number on a piece of paper and I'll bring mine. We can stay in touch over the winter."
"OK!" I say with a grin. I don't know if we'll really do it or not but I like that she wants to.
We spend another five minutes or so letting the girls see us in all our glory. Jenny likes how our balls hang down, at least mine and Izzy's as Benny's seem to be pretty uptight this evening. And Rachel likes watching Benny's cock bone up, which makes me wonder if Rachel looking was the thing that made it happen. Could my boyfriend have a nascent attraction to girls, and if so is he even aware of it?
Hmm.
Rachel gives us a show in return for the one she spied on, playing with a little pink nub at the top of her slit that she calls her clitty. She rubs it lightly with the tip of her middle finger in kind of a circular motion. In seconds the nub grows to roughly twice its original size and turns a deeper red. She says if she keeps on playing with it she'll give herself a cummy. I observe that it's the girl version of jerking off, and then of course I'm obliged to demonstrate the boy version.
It's all very interesting but it's getting late and we all have to get back to our respective camps before dusk. We wave friendly goodbyes where the path to the girls' canoe parts from ours and soon we we're on the water again paddling for shore.
"I never knew girls jerked off," Benny says with a giggle, and I can't turn around to show him my smile so I verbally acknowledge.
"I didn't either, but I guess it makes sense. Everybody likes to feel good."
"You didn't look at Jenny very much, Izzy," Benny observes.
"Eh," he replies dismissively. "I've seen cuter girls naked."
"You have?" I ask in surprise. "I thought you liked boys since you were my age."
"I did," he says. "I didn't say I liked seeing them, just that I saw them."
"Cuter even than Rachel?" I ask.
"Well, just as cute anyway," he says. "And the girls I saw were starting to get boobs."
"You sound pretty bummed out about it, Izzy," Benny says, and I am gratified to hear real concern in his voice.
Izzy paddles a few strokes in silence, then says, "It's just that it fucked up something that could have been good. It was in 7th grade and I liked this guy Mason. He was real cute and nice and I spent a couple of weeks getting real close to him and we even showed each other our boners once. Then one day he finally invited me for a sleepover and I got all excited because I thought he would probably fool around if I played it right. But when I got there his twin sister Chrissy was having a sleepover too with this girl Andrea."
"And Mason wouldn't do anything with girls around?" I ask.
"Worse than that," Izzy says. "The sleepover was together, all four of us down in the rec room in their basement. I guess their parents thought the twin stuff was cute, and they had matching pajamas and sleeping bags and stuff.
"So you didn't get to fool around," Benny says, "but where does the cute naked girl come in?"
"Mason and Chrissy wanted to play strip poker, which was fine with me because I'd get to see Mason naked but I had to pretend to be all excited to see the girls or they'd know I was a queer. I got to see Mason a little but I couldn't look close or do anything with him because I had to pretend to be all into Chrissy while Mason was all into Andrea. Chrissy was real cute and she showed me everything but it only bummed me out."
"Because you wanted to see Mason's everything but you couldn't," I say.
"Yeah," Izzy sighs. "And the very worst thing is that Mason and Andrea started going steady after that, and I had to listen to him tell me all about how she jerked him off behind the gym after school and let him put a finger inside her. I never had any more chances with Mason, and I really liked him!"
"But it sounds like he was actually into girls all along," I say. "Maybe he would have been horny enough to take a blowjob or something but someday he would have gotten a girl anyway."
"Yeah, I know," Izzy sighs again. "It's just that tonight I was so happy being with you guys and seeing you all in love and everything and... those girls had to come and ruin it! Shit! I didn't want to cry!"
We can't turn around to look so Benny and I sit in awkward silence listening to the bigger boy's sobs echo across the water. We have stopped paddling now and the canoe is drifting, but more or less toward camp.
Izzy sniffs and clears his throat. "I'm sorry," he says, composing himself. "I just miss having a boyfriend so much! It was so great being in love with Charlie."
"Charlie?" Benny exclaims in shock.
"Not our Charlie," I explain. "His old boyfriend Charlie back home."
"Oh," Benny says in something like relief.
I don't know what that's about. Does my boyfriend like our cabin counselor now too?
"You guys broke up I guess, huh Izzy?" Benny says in real sympathy, which is a good sign.
"He grew up," Izzy says. "I only like boys young and hairless like you guys, and one day Charlie just wasn't anymore. We're still good friends, and in fact we still say I love you when we're alone, but there's no more sex."
"No wonder you're bummed," Benny says.
"I don't know what I'm going to do," Izzy goes on. "The older I get the harder it is to get close to younger boys. That's why I want to be a counselor, so at least for the summer I can be around them and maybe meet somebody special. What I really want is a boyfriend back home, a real boyfriend I can fall in love with who will love me back. And I want to meet him nice and young, like ten years old, and then we can have two or three whole years before he gets too old. Is that asking too much?"
Maybe.
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