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This is a continuation of my story One Hundred Quarters, wherein Marty goes to camp.
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Eddie is pulling me along by the hand and I'm pretending to resist, but I'm just goofing around to make the kid giggle. We both know reluctance is the furthest thing from my mind because he's pulling me toward the latest sex spot he and Chris have discovered. They described it as the second-best place in the whole camp after the winter cabin and I'm so looking forward to it!
"Right in here," Eddie says as we approach the plain wooden door. "They don't even lock it!" he says in amazement.
"Yes they do," Chris says as he and Benny saunter up behind us, "but the door is crooked so the lock doesn't line up right and you can just pop it open."
He slaps the door with the flat of his palm just above the lockset and it flies open with a sproingy sound and matching vibration.
Eddie drags me inside and I see it's a storage shed with no windows. Dim lights in the ceiling bravely hold back the gloom giving me deja vu for the shed I know so well behind Jerry's garage. There are two differences though: this one is a lot bigger and I won't be charging any quarters for what goes on here.
"They say this is all extra stuff the camp owns that they're not using this summer," Chris says, pushing the door closed behind us.
There are stacks of cafeteria trays and boxes of napkins and silverware for the chow hall, canoe paddles and brand-new life vests still in the plastic bags they came in, and ropes and floats for the swimming area.
And that's only the first three racks of shelves.
Benny and I stand bewildered, exchanging skeptical glances. The place is stacked floor-to-ceiling with every item a summer camp could ever need, but other than privacy I can't see anything that makes this a particularly desirable sex place, especially compared to a private cabin in the woods with a double bed and a bathroom. I have to admit it's a lot handier though, less than five minutes walk from the main camp compared to 20 minutes to the winter cabin and half an hour to our meadow.
"The good stuff's back here," Chris says and leads us around the end of one of the shelving racks. We move into a large open space surrounded by much bigger storage racks full of — among many other things — brand-new bunk mattresses. Three of them have been dragged off of the stacks and placed side-by-side on the floor forming a bigger-than-king-size bed. It's covered by three bunk-sized bedsheets so we don't have to lie directly on the plastic wrapping of the new mattresses.
There are even pillows.
"Wow!" Benny says in surprise. "You guys don't even bother to put everything back in between?"
Chris grins and says, "Guess not. I've been here 3 times and it's always just how you see it now."
"I guess the camp has everything they need for this summer," I venture, "so nobody has any reason to come here."
"I have a reason!" Eddie says, and when I turn to him he is holding his shirt up to his chest and stretching the front of his shorts and briefs down to show his rampant little boner. "C'mon Marty!" he says, flopping onto the nearest mattress and shucking his pants the rest of the way off. "Everybody says you suck the best, so show me already!"
I grin and join him on the mattress, kneeling next to him.
"Get the rest of those clothes off," I order with a teasing grin. "I want you bare-ass naked!"
"You too, Chris," Benny says, picking up my playful tone. Even so his voice is subtly commanding. "Bare-ass, right now!"
I see it dawn in Chris' eyes that Benny has changed since they met. He is much bolder, much more confident. I think that, like me, Chris likes this new Benny very much.
"Yes sir," he says, matching our playful tone, but I don't think Chris is playing. It adds up in my mind; the way Chris would rather please his boyfriend Jeff than be pleased himself, how he let that college guy fuck him without so much as a protest even though it hurt, and the way he begged Benny and me to bang him ever harder at the winter cabin.
Chris is a boy after my own heart.
Slowly and enticingly Chris strips while Benny feasts his eyes. Chris's raging boner is testament to his excitement, as is the fire in his eyes.
"Undress me now," Benny orders, and Chris hurries to pull Benny's t-shirt up and off.
"Good idea," I say. "Come on, Eddie. If you want my very best suck get up here and strip me!"
If it wasn't such an obvious goof — if I really was trying to dominate Eddie — it wouldn't be fun for me. This is play-acting, just getting our motors running, and Eddie is into the game too. He gets to his knees and wrestles my clothes off, though I have to assist him quite a lot. Benny leaves it entirely to Chris and Chris clearly enjoys it.
"Hey!" Eddie cries when he sees my sun-bronzed butt. "You've been goin' bare!"
Chris gasps as well. "Benny too," he says. "And this ain't one day's worth, either! Where do you guys go? C'mon, tell us! We would love to go naked, wouldn't we, Eddie?"
"If it's private enough," Eddie agrees. "My friend back home went to a nudist place once with his aunt and uncle. He said everybody was naked the whole weekend and boys got boners all over the place!"
"Man!" Chris enthuses. "You should have gone along! It would be so awesome!"
"I wish," Eddie says. "My friend only went that one time. I think his Mom freaked out."
I notice that Eddie, the supposed straight boy who only sucks when it's his turn out of fairness, never mentions all the girls and women his friend must have seen at the nudist camp. It's the boys and boners that have him jazzed up.
"So c'mon you guys," Chris pleads. "Where is this place?"
Benny looks down upon him and says, "Suck this dick real good and I'll think about telling you."
Chris falls to his knees and immediately engulfs Benny's stiff red cock, working it busily. I consider "ordering" Eddie to do the same but I'm actually looking forward to doing him so I go with that instead. In 30 seconds Benny and Eddie are both moaning in pleasure.
"Let me lay down," Benny says and Chris does his very best to keep his mouth on the dick while they get horizontal, but it slips out and he has to arrange himself on the mattress before plunging back down again.
"Play with my hair," I say to Eddie as I gratefully suck his little granite boner. It's as tasty as I remember and his gleeful gasps, moans and pelvic thrusts are wonderful.
The hair-play is all I'm lacking to get into the zone. I think I'm going to have to ask him again when finally his hands come to the back of my head and he begins to sensually pet me and slide his fingers through my hair.
It's right up there with the best of them.
"Mmmm!" I moan in delight and double-down on my sucking. It's really great sex for me and I hope it is for him too, and I hope it lasts a long time.
Next to us Benny is on his back with Chris lying prone between his open legs, eagerly sucking the beautiful hard cock I've enjoyed so many times. Chris moans and sighs as much as Benny does, second only to me in his hunger for boydick. Benny's face is red and contorted and I know he's having wonderful sensations.
"69 now," he softly commands and Chris instantly scrambles around into classic position, arranging his straining cock over Benny's mouth and lowering himself carefully. Benny's hands come to Chris' sides and help him perfectly position himself for maximum comfort in mutual sucking.
Their passion seems to join with ours in a giant four-way envelope of ecstasy.
The sounds of sucking and slurping fill the room, punctuated by frequent cries and gasps from all of us. Sucking is where it all began, my gay journey that I know is only beginning, and I am absolutely in my element.
Eddie is getting there. He bucks and tenses and his muscles clench, and then with a loud moan he cums, crushing my head against his crotch. I would moan as well if I could but my mouth is smothered by his soft bare pubis. He shudders and shakes and finally falls back limp.
"Whew!" he gasps. "Damn, Marty, those guys weren't kiddin'. You're the best!"
Benny pushes Chris' hips off of his face and orders, "Flip over! Me on top now!"
They roll as one and Benny immediately begins fucking Chris' face. I've never thought of face-fucking in 69 position before and I gawk at the wonderful spectacle. Benny isn't sucking Chris anymore, supporting his torso on his extended arms for leverage and gently thrusting between Chris' tightened lips. His balls slide across Chris' eyes and nose in a steady rhythm and I wish it was me instead of Chris.
Chris pushes Benny's hips up with his hands and makes noises that clearly show he wants to stop. Eddie and I meet eyes in concern, thinking Chris must be in some kind of distress, and after a couple more pumps Benny realizes it too and rises up on all fours to let Chris breathe. Far from distressed, Chris grins and eagerly says, "Wait! I think I know how to make it even better!"
He pushes Benny away for a moment and scoots himself toward the end of the mattress, precisely positioning himself so that his neck is just over the edge and he can throw his head far back upside-down. With mouth wide open and waiting he reminds me of a baby bird taking a worm from its mother. Benny gets the idea and gleefully climbs astride Chris' face, supporting himself with his knees on the floor rather than on the mattress. He bends his raging boner downward to the new angle and shoves it back into Chris's mouth to a depth never before achieved.
"Mmmmm mmmmm," Chris moans, his mouth much too full of Benny to articulate but his whole demeanor saying he is loving this more than anything. Benny begins to drive with stud-horse thrusts just like he was in Chris' ass instead of his mouth. His balls slap Chris' face in a steady rhythm and I wonder if his cock is long enough to stab into Chris' throat.
I get my answer a second later as Chris begins making gurgle sounds in rhythm with Benny's pumps, little glottal noises like someone on the verge of throwing up. This sounds troubling but all the while his hands are pulling Benny's butt into him even harder than Benny is thrusting on his own. Chris obviously likes Benny's cock jamming into his throat and wants every millimeter.
Chris is obliged to push Benny off for a few seconds every minute or so, just because human boys have to breathe even if they'd rather keep getting throat-fucked. After a couple of heavy breaths Chris says, "OK," and Benny shoves his cock back in to the hilt. They are both in their absolute glory and I for one know what I'll be trying as soon as I get a chance.
Stopping for 10 seconds out of every minute is not conducive to a quick orgasm but finally Benny gets there. Chris holds him deep for as long as his lungs hold out but eventually he has to nudge the beautiful boy off of his face.
"Wow, man!" Chris exclaims when he catches his breath. "I never had one so deep before! It was all the way in my throat!"
"It felt really cool," Benny says. "Great idea, Chris!"
"Didn't you suck that college guy, Tim?" I ask. "His dick must have been long enough to get in your throat."
"Oh, Tim's was plenty long enough," Chris says, "but I couldn't open my throat wide enough back then. It was almost a year ago when I was only ten."
"I'm only ten and I've had two dicks in my throat before," I say. I'm not exactly bragging, but maybe a little bit.
"There was this 12-year-old named Ryan and a 14-year-old named Izzy. I never tried it in that crazy position but I'll bet this backwards-face-fucking thing would work with almost anybody."
"Chris, you ought to meet Izzy!" Benny blurts. "He's here at camp and he loves younger boys."
I stare at Benny. Is he trying to get Izzy away from me by hooking him up with Chris? I wish he would just believe me when I say I'm not going to dump him for Izzy.
I sit by as Benny tells Chris all about Izzy and how to find him at the canoe launch. Actually now that I think of it Izzy would probably love to get with Chris and Eddie both. This could work out for everybody!
The thought puts me back into my horny mood and I say, "Chris, you haven't gotten off yet. Do you want to try fucking my throat that way?"
"I do Marty but I can't right now," he says. "Our cabin has a first aid class in a few minutes, and our counselor promised the nurse we'd all show up."
"Aww!" I say, disappointed. I shoot an eager look at Benny but he waves me off and shakes his head.
"Don't look at me," he says. "I'm wiped out."
I know he'll be recharged again in just a few minutes but all three boys are getting dressed and so I shrug and follow suit.
We're filing out the shed door when Benny pulls up short, almost running into someone head-on.
"Brent?" he exclaims. Nicky steps up then too and doesn't look very pleased.
"Hi," Brent says in his slightly shy way, and turns a cute smile to me. "You guys know about this place too, huh?"
"Yeah," I say. "Our friends showed us just now. This is Chris and Eddie."
Nicky steps aggressively forward and puts a possessive hand on Brent's shoulder.
"I'm Nicky and this is my friend Brent."
Brent's smile for me turns apologetic.
"Nice to meet you guys," Chris awkwardly says, "But me and Eddie gotta go. Maybe we'll see you around?" He says this more to Brent than Nicky.
"Maybe," Nicky says, though I notice he gives Chris a bit of a lingering look.
Chris turns back to Benny and says, "Don't forget, you have to show us your place too."
Benny nods to Chris and smiles, but as soon as they are gone...
"I think we need to talk," Benny says directly into Nicky's face, and I see surprise in the boy's eyes and a distinct softening of his aggressive demeanor. It's a small battle for dominance that my Benny seems to be winning.
The four of us troop back into the shed and Nicky looks around the floor for a moment. I have no idea what he's doing until he comes up with a wooden wedge-shaped doorstop like the ones my Dad uses when he opens all the windows to "air out the house." If he didn't all the interior doors would slam shut at the first good breeze. Now Nicky uses it to wedge the shed door closed from the inside, ensuring our privacy.
Clever, I reluctantly admit.
Benny sits cross-legged on the mattress and gestures us all to do the same. "C'mon," he says in a much more friendly tone than he used outside. "Nicky, you sit next to me."
We arrange ourselves in a circle pow-wow style and Benny turns himself slightly toward Nicky, making firm eye contact.
"Look, you've gotta stop being so mean to Marty," he says. "It makes him feel bad and he hasn't done anything to deserve it."
Nicky gets defensive and says, "I'm not bein' mean to Marty."
"Yeah, Nicky, you kind of are," Benny says. "You act like he's trying to steal Brent away from you but I'm telling you he isn't. I know he isn't because he's my boyfriend now. He likes to fool around with other boys but that doesn't mean he's going to be their boyfriend instead of mine. We both fool around and have fun but when it's over we're still in love and we always will be, and it don't matter how many Brents and Izzys come along."
"Izzy?" Nicky asks. "You mean that big hunky canoe instructor?"
"Yeah," Benny says, and his fond smile strikes me as genuine. "He's got a big hunky dick, too, but I'm not jealous. Marty wants to be with me and that makes me the luckiest kid in camp. You shouldn't be jealous either, Nicky. If Brent wanted to dump you for somebody else he's got lots of boys to pick from in this camp. He's with you because he wants to be."
"Is that right, Brent?" Nicky hopefully asks. "You want to be with me?"
"Yeah," Brent says, blushing. "I like Marty, but I thought you knew I liked you best."
"Yeah, I guess I do," he says, looking a bit uncertain. "I just wanted it to be special, just for us, you know? Back home just about all the boys do stuff with each other. It's fun and everything but it isn't special 'cause everybody does it."
He meets Brent's eyes with pure sincerity.
"I met you the first day of camp and I liked you in, like, one second and I already knew I wanted to do stuff with you. But then we had that stupid softball game and I saw the way you looked at Marty and how he looked at you back and I got scared that you wanted to be special with him and not me."
"I didn't know anything about doin' stuff with boys," Brent says. "I just knew that Marty was cute and I liked him. But then the next morning when you took me out in the woods and you did what you did..."
Benny grins slyly and elbows Nicky. "That's why we couldn't find you guys that day. You were giving him the very first blowjob he ever got, weren't you?"
Nicky blushes but grins. "Yeah, and he gave me the first one he ever gave."
"Well that's pretty special, isn't it?" Benny asks, and Nicky nods his head. "Listen, Marty gave me the first blowjob I ever had too, right on the first day of camp, and I gave him my first one on the second day. Even though Marty's given lots of blow jobs to lots of different boys what him and me have is really special! You can have all kinds of friends that do stuff together, but when you find that one really special boy then it'll always be special. It's not the sex that makes it special, it's who you're doing it with."
I give a happy look to Brent, then turn an even happier one to Benny. I think — I hope — that he's finally past all of his Izzy bullshit.
"I think you're special," Brent says to Nicky. "I love that you were the first boy I was ever with."
Nicky blushes and beams his full affection at Brent.
"So listen, Nicky," Benny says with a bit of a leer, scooting closer to him. "Why don't we let these two finally get it on like they've been wanting to for a whole week..."
He slides his hand up Nicky's bare thigh.
"...and in the meantime you and me can get to know each other too."
Brent is tremendously cute with no clothes on. His dick is a little on the small side but it's hard as nails and hasn't drooped a bit through a half-hour of heated sex and two orgasms. He's going down on me yet again, voraciously sucking and pulling at my sensitive flesh. He's inexperienced but a very talented beginner.
Next to us Benny is spooning into Nicky's back, kissing his neck and whispering something into his small, cute ear.
"I don't know, Benny," Nicky says nervously. "I never did that before."
"You're gonna love it, I can tell," Benny says gently but persuasively. "I know you've had stuff up there before, because my finger went in so easy."
"Yeah," Nicky admits. "Me and my friend Jason put our fingers up each other sometimes, but never our dicks!"
Benny nuzzles his neck again and softly says, "Please, Nicky? If you don't like it I promise I'll stop."
"I don't know," Nicky says again, even more nervously.
I want to encourage him and tell him how wonderful it is but it's his decision to make. Besides, I'm a little preoccupied at the moment. The thought of my Benny fucking the snot out of Nicky is really exciting, and between that and Brent's avid blowjob I'm going to blast my balls inside-out any second.
My foggy brain barely registers that Benny has produced a little tube of lube and is calmly greasing up his boner while still whispering sweet entreaties into Nicky's ear. He puts a thick glob of grease on his middle finger and begins to probe Nicky's asshole with it, and Nicky gives a small jump at first but then his mouth opens in silent delight as Benny works the goo deeper.
All four of us know Nicky is done resisting. Benny scoots up behind the slim boy and carefully aims his cock. He finds the proper angle and begins to push.
"Ohhh!" Nicky sighs as Benny's cockhead slides smoothly inside. I know the feeling well and even on the brink of my own huge cum I envy Nicky this pleasure. Benny grips both of Nicky's hips and begins to push for real, slowly and steadily sinking into his tight, hot anus.
"Oh shit!" Nicky exclaims, and it sounds like pleasure to me.
"That's it, Nicky," Benny coos. "The more you relax the better it feels."
Nicky exhales deeply and I know he's willing himself wide open, welcoming Benny to his inner sanctum.
Been there, done that.
"Oh, yeah!" Benny sighs as he hits bottom. "Man, you're tight!"
"God, Benny, your dick feels so good!" Nicky gasps. "Come on, man. You can do it now."
Benny begins to move, slow shallow thrusts at first, but I know what's coming.
Speaking of which...
"Oh Brent!" I cry. "Oh baby I'm cumming!"
I tense and buck and thrust into his mouth, and man is it a good one! Maybe it's the great satisfaction of finally being with Brent after a week of anticipation, or Benny's studly dominance of my former rival for Brent's attention, or just how sweetly and eagerly Brent has sucked my cock for the past ten minutes. Whatever it is my orgasm is mind-blowing, and I enjoy every nerve-tingling pulse until they slowly ebb away.
Brent climbs up on top of me and presses his steely little dick against my own, still mostly hard and warm and wet with his spit. We kiss lightly — no tongues — and it is really sweet.
Brent is a super-nice boy and I really like messing around with him, but Nicky is in no danger of losing him to me as a boyfriend. Though I like him a ton he's not nearly assertive enough for me. We're too much the same, both of us gentle, loving and submissive, and it's sort of like two keys with no lock. We both need a lock.
But it's still fun to rub our keys together once in awhile!
"Oh my God, Benny," Nicky breathes as Benny impales him. "I can't believe I like this so much!"
"You're so nice and tight, Nicky," Benny moans, "but so relaxed too. You're a natural at this."
Benny is fucking him with slow languid thrusts and I know from experience how wonderful it is. Benny can keep this up for a long time if he wants to. Spooning on their sides like this gives Brent and me a perfect view into the junction of boy cock and boy pussy and it's hot as a volcano.
"Get a pillow, Marty," Benny says, and I wonder what he's got in mind. I offer him the pillow and he instructs, "Put it as close to Nicky's hips as you can. Even tuck it under him a little, and hold it in place."
I place the pillow as directed but still don't get the reason. Benny grasps him by one hip and one shoulder and Nicky asks with trepidation, "What are we doing?"
Without disengaging his cock, Benny rolls with him so that they end up with Nicky face down, the pillow under his pelvis and Benny riding his back.
"It's OK, Nicky," Benny says, now with a commanding tone in his voice. "This is the best part!"
Benny draws back his hips further than he has up to now, pauses with only his cockhead still inside, then thrusts in deeply in one steady push.
"Ahhh!" Nicky cries. "That hurt a little, Benny!"
"It's supposed to," Benny says. "That's part of it, a little bit of hurt that turns into a whole lot of fun!"
He thrusts a second time, a little faster.
"Ahhh!" Nicky cries again. "Shit, Benny!"
"Relax, baby," Benny commands, "just like you did before. You're good at this. It'll be alright."
Benny thrusts again, about the same speed but with more force.
"Unghh!" Nicky groans, and Brent and I exchange worried glances.
"Don't hurt him, Benny!" I cry. "He wasn't trying to be mean to me!"
"I'm not hurting him," Benny insists calmly, thrusting firmly again into Nicky's well-stretched behind. "He's opening up, just like before."
"Ohhh!" Nicky moans, and Benny thrusts again, then leans down onto Nicky's back and puts his mouth to the boy's ear.
"Does it hurt too much, Nicky?" Benny asks. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No!" Nicky cries. "Don't stop!"
"What do you want me to do, Nicky?" Benny asks in the same calm voice.
"Fuck me, Benny!" Nicky gasps. "Oh, please fuck me!"
"Oh fuck yeah!" Benny cries and begins ramping up the speed and power of his thrusts. "Christ Nicky you're so tight!"
Benny is banging Nicky firmly and steadily, earning a soft grunt from the boy with every thrust.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Brent and I share a surprised look and then I feel his hand close around my boner, so I find his as well and we are soon masturbating each other in matching rhythm.
Nicky pushes his ass back at Benny now to meet the powerful thrusts as Benny reaches stud-horse speed the way he has lately with me. This is the second wonderful new sex position I've witnessed today and I can hardly wait to try them both!
Receiving, of course.
"Oh— Oh— My— My— God— God!— Benny!"
My boyfriend hammers away at Nicky's wide-open and willing ass, their skin slapping loudly now with every impact. Benny huffs and sweats as he works and Nicky grunts in time with the slapping thrusts.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Faster and faster, harder and harder they fuck, the two of them in perfect synchronization. I may have doubted it at first but now there is no question that Nicky is totally and completely into getting his ass power-reamed.
"Benny! Benny!" he cries. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Me too, baby!" Benny grunts. "Just a few more..."
His voice trails off as he concentrates on crossing the finish line. Nicky's head rears back and his mouth opens wide in a silent scream as his body begins to convulse. Benny grips the boy's shoulders with his hands and pounds a few more final times before he buries his cock to its full depth and his beautiful tanned ass clenches over and over with his orgasm. They moan and writhe together for a long time until first Nicky, then shortly Benny collapses limp and spent, still coupled together and heaving like they'd run a marathon.
"Holy crap, you guys!" Brent exclaims. "Nicky, are you OK?"
Nicky lols his head to the side and tries to focus on Brent. "Oh my God," he mutters. "I never came so hard in my life!"
Benny gently withdraws his almost-limp dick from Nicky's well-used hole and rolls to his back on the mattress.
"Wow, man," he says, then turns to Nicky and tenderly asks, "Is it OK if I kiss you? It just feels like I ought to after that."
Nicky offers a weak smile and rolls toward Benny. A second later they are engaged in an affectionate kiss.
"Thank you, Nicky," Benny says. "That was a truly great fuck."
"Hey look!" Brent says, pointing to the pillow Nicky had been lying on. There's a big wet spot right where Nicky's dick must have been.
"Whoa Nicky!" Benny cries with a huge grin. "I think you shot for real! Actual jizz, man!"
"Really?" Nicky says excitedly. "I never did that before!"
I pull the pillow to my nose and sniff it, then reach out my tongue for a taste.
"Yep," I say. "It's not creamy teenage cum like Izzy's though. It's the clear runny stuff like my friend Ryan back home makes. I thought you had to have a little bit of hair like he does, and you don't yet, but it's the same stuff for sure."
"That's really cool, man," Benny says to Nicky. "I can't do that yet."
I glance at Brent and he is gazing at his boyfriend in something like hero-worship. Taking a cue I crawl over to my boyfriend and give him a good solid kiss.
"Jesus Benny," I say, "you're such a stud!" He blushes but grins proudly. "You've got to fuck me like that next time."
"You got it, baby," he says and kisses me again.
"Oh," I say, remembering. "Where did you get the lube? We didn't have any when we came in."
"There's a whole box of it on the shelf over there, by the bandages and tongue-depressors and stuff."
We all stop at the box on the way out of the shed and fill our pockets with little tubes of Vaseline.
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