Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2017 00:03:26 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Freitas Subject: 3,2,1, Smile - Ch #9 - Photography 101 This story is work of fiction and contains sexual scenes between adults and minors. Please note this story also contains minor drug use. If these things offend you, or you are under the age of eighteen and this subject matter is illegal then please stop reading. As this story is mine, please do not reproduce or submit this story to another website without my approval. As Always, please remember to support nifty, as your donations are what keep the site going. (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) I love to hear your feedback, it inspires me to keep writing.(Tony @ tfreitas62.yahoo.com). I hope you enjoy. And to those who have assisted me with ideas and editing (You know who you are), please know your help is greatly appreciated. Please note, the riddle used in this story was not written by me. And, the site that I got it from did not note its author for me to credit. 3, 2, 1, Smile! Chapter #9 – Photography 101 Naked and dripping wet, Lucas and I slipped and slid across the wood flooring. Our desire for sex was greater than following proper etiquette of drying off before entering the house. Leaving wet foot prints, and echoes of giggling school boys, we raced to his room. There was a time to check out Lucas's room, and this wasn't it. As we entered, I took hold of Lucas's shoulders and directed him to his bed. And then with a gentle shove from behind, propelled him forward onto his mattress, belly first. "Hey." Lucas called out, his body bouncing a bit off the dark blue sheets, his shins and feet dangling off his bed. I followed closely behind him, ignoring his mock comment of annoyance. Grabbing Lucas by the hips, I pulled him back a bit, so that his feet were on the floor, and he was properly bent over. With his mattress only resting on a box spring, it Left Lucas at the perfect height to enter him with my rock hard cock. Looking at his sweet hole displayed before me, I debated just fucking him now, or continue on with my plan to eat my first ass. My hunger won out. Dropping to my knees, my hands gripping his pale white cheeks, I looked at his pink rose bud like a coyote looks at chickens. When my first kiss landed dead center of his bullseye,Lucas let out a little squeal. Hearing his little cry of pleasure made me realize I probably should have started with a little build up. But foreplay was for experienced and patient lovers, and we were neither. I now understood what Jake had meant. I was nose deep into Lucas's behind, and the light smell of the chlorinated water from the hot tub smelled heavenly. It was intoxicating, as I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth. The tip of my tongue skipped over the ridges of his pink boy hole, drawing moans of pleasure from Lucas. "Ohhhhh, mmmmm, Oh man that feels so good Blake, mmmm." I was determined to eat Lucas out, much like Jake had done to me. I wasn't stopping until I made him beg me to fuck him, or my tongue stopped working, which ever came first. As the time passed, I ventured farther from his hole. I was now tickling the underside of his hairless sack with my tongue. From here I worked my way back up, across his ever loosening hole, and up to the beginning valley of his ass. Then I would return to his hole, where I gently jabbed at it with the tip of my tongue, entering Lucas ever so slightly. I repeated these moves over and over again. The sweet tang of his body, mixed with my saliva made for an erotic concoction that I couldn't get enough of. I could have feasted on Lucas for days. The little gasps from him, only served to help re-energize my efforts, until I heard what I was waiting for. "Dude, dude, mmmm, ooooo, man, oh please, fuck me, please fuck me. OH GOD." Lucas moaned. Like I said, perhaps if I was an experienced lover, I would have made him beg longer, or who's to say, I may just have ignored him, and ate him out until he came. But, I was fourteen, horny, and there was a dripping wet ass in front of me, whose owner just asked me to fuck it. So I stood up, and in a raspy voice called out for something I knew every teen boy kept close to his bed. "Lube?" "Nightstand drawer, huh, huh." Lucas said, his voice raspy as well. I quickly opened the drawer, and was shocked when I saw the bottle of KY. "How did you get that?" I asked. It was a rare treat to see actual lube. It took courage to be a young teen and walk into a store and buy this item without getting serious looks from the people around you. Most boys, including me, opted for hand lotion or baby oil, even though everyone knew what it was for. Next time you see that teen boy in line at the corner convenience store, with the travel tube of hand lotion, energy drink, and candy bar in his hand, you can be assured he isn't all of sudden concerned about his dry skin. "Stole it, huh, from my, huh, brother." Lucas said, as I popped the top, pouring the lube into my right hand. "Nice. Ohhhh Shit, huh, reallllll nice." I said, priming my cock with my lubed hand. I lined the tip of my dick up to his pulsing ass lips. My time spent devouring his sweet hole had definitely loosened Lucas up a bit, but only enough to get the crown of my cock into him. At that point my hard tool felt the tight grip of his of his love channel. I stopped for both of us to catch our breath, and adjusted to the wonderful sensation of being physically connected to another boy. "Huuuohhhhhh, mmm, oh God Blake, huh, yesssss." Lucas moaned, my cock slipping in another inch or two. "Oh yeah, mmm, fuck. Oh fuck Lucas." My smooth crotch made contact with Lucas's cute ass, most of my cock buried inside him. The feeling was so intense that I couldn't hold back. I bit my lip, holding on tighter to his hips, pumping my cock into his hole for dear life. "Huh, huh, uh, uh, uh, yes, huh, uh, uh, uh." Lucas moaned, with every thrust of my hips. It only took about two or three minutes for the feeling to overcome me. My brain wanted to hold off, to make it last longer, but the rest of me had other plans. "Uuuuggggg, shiiiiitttt, huh, OHHHHHH FUCK!" I said through clenched teeth as my orgasm racking my body. With my seed flowing inside him, Lucas held onto the sheets, his breathing coming in ragged gasps. I took a couple deep breaths myself, before stepping back, my deflating cock pulling from his hole. Now, young teens may lack the experience found in older lovers, but we clearly make up for in our stamina. I knew Lucas hadn't cum yet, and I knew I owed him a fuck from our photo shoot. And there seemed no better time than the present. Lucas seemed surprised, but didn't question my hands on his hips, guiding his body onto his bed completely. And with cum dripping from his hole, I rolled him over, his five inch boner twitching hard. With his head on his pillow, he looked at me, desire in his eyes, as I gripped his cock and slowly licked up the underside of it. "Holy shit. That's so gooooooood." Lucas said. His cute little scrunched face was fun to watch, as I manipulated his cock with my tongue. However, I had no intention of giving Lucas a blowjob. I jumped onto the bed and straddled his calves. "Huh, huh, what are you, huh, doing?" he asked. I gave him my best cheeky smile, while popping the top to the KY, and smearing it across my hole. If I thought his face was cute while teasing his cock with my tongue, it was nothing compared to the one he was giving me as he realized what was about to happen. When I shuffled forward on the sheets, so his cock head was centered to my back door, I would have sworn Lucas's eyes were about to pop out of his skull. "Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmm, ah, ah, oh fuck." Shockingly I moaned. I thought for sure after taking Jake's tool on multiple occasions, that accepting Lucas would be a lot easier. Apparently, my youthful hole was willing to open only as wide as the invading flesh, and not a hair wider. I felt every vein and bump on Lucas's cock as it entered me, as if it was Jake's meaty tube. "Are you ok? Mmmm, fuck you're tight." Lucas said, his genuine concern for my wellbeing, contradicted by the pure pleasure his face was expressing. "Huh, you're doing, huh, great. Mmmmmm, just, huh, give me a sec, huh, to adjust." I said, looking at his beautiful hazel eyes. Lucas did just that, as I lowered myself on top of him, until his cock was fully in me. Finally we both smiled. I could see the emotions on his face, and the battle brewing within. It was the one I had just fought, and lost. Should he continue to fight off the urge, and overwhelming feeling building up inside him? Prolonging the launching of his seed into me, until I could match his orgasm. Or, like I chose, give into the inevitable, and appease the fire within him, by fucking me quickly. Knowing his release would be quick and earth shattering. All men know that battle, and it is battle to be sure. My own selfish needs, wanted Lucas to last long enough for me to cum again. But I knew there was nothing better than to release the animal inside. Going go at it, until your body seizes, and you release the tension building up in his core. I was happy to see Lucas chose to battle a bit. Biting his lip he started long smooth thrusts into me. At the same time, I was realistic to the growing sensation he must be feeling of being buried balls deep in his first ass. "Oh yeah Lucas, mmmm fuck, oh God you feel wonderful inside me, oh yesssssss." I said, putting one hand on the wall for support, as I prepared to ride Lucas like a bucking bull. Once I settled in, and adjusted to Lucas being inside me, there was no mistaking the difference between Lucas and Jake. Cock sizes aside, Jake's physical size and strength were one of the reasons I was drawn to him. The power he possessed when making love to me, left no question as to who was in charge, and I loved it. Whereas with Lucas, there was something else, something more innocent. Like we were both adventurers, exploring each other's bodies for the first time, excited for each other's discoveries of sexual pleasure. I was getting off on Lucas fucking me, there was no denying it was amazing, but some of that euphoric feeling was from me cheering on Lucas, knowing it was his first time. "Oh yes, shit yes, mmmmmm oh God damn, yesssss, mmm. I'm gonna cum." Lucas moaned. Between his cock head rubbing my prostate, and my hand stroking my hard prick, I was right there with him. Lucas, just seconds away from bliss, strengthened his grip on my hips to really drive his cock into me. "Ohhhhhh GOD!" Lucas wailed, his warm jizz flooding my hole. "Oh fuuuucckkkk" I moaned, my ass clamping down on his twitching pole. My own seed firing out and landing on his smooth chest. I loved it when Jake, and now Lucas, would leave their spent cock in me. Letting nature take its course, as it deflated slowly, naturally working itself out, without its owner pulling it out. "Was it good?" I asked, once again holding the wall as I caught my breath. His cock had slipped from my clutching lips, and now his baby makers were dripping from my hole onto him. "It was the best. Fucking amazing, dude." Lucas said, his hands on my thighs. I continued to straddle Lucas, sitting on my calves, as I scanned his room for the first time. Going clockwise from the door, there was a set of draws with a CD player and CD rack on top of it. Next to that was his closet, which was open showing his hoodie jackets, hanging shirts, and a pile of random crap on the bottom. I could call it crap, because I knew from of my own closet, that's pretty much what it was. Then my eyes traveled to the main wall, with Lucas's skate boards on it, next to his bedside table that I had grabbed the lube from. Sitting on top of the table were a couple books, a lamp, and a clock. Of course there was his bed, and then behind me on the next wall was a book case with more books, video games, and drawing stuff on it. Alongside of the book shelf was a toy chest, packed with nerf toys and more junk. Then a window that looked out over his back yard. The last wall was pretty much empty except for posters and a shelf with an Xbox on it and his TV. "Cool room. Can people look into it from the window?" I asked, noticing I could see the windows of the houses that sat above his backyard. "I don't know, guess I never really thought about it." Lucas said. Oh yeah, did I mention the wonders of teen stamina? Well in the time it took for me to scan his room, Lucas was getting hard again, gently stroking his tool between cum and lube slicked bubble butt cheeks. By the time Lucas's mom and brother had returned home, we had fucked a total of three times, one of those being in the hot tub. Along with all of the sex, we still found time to stop for lunch and video games, which is what we were doing when they walked in. I stayed for dinner and then headed home, with two loads of Lucas's cum in my ass, and one working its way to my stomach, along with two slices of pepperoni pizza. On Sunday morning, I was awoken by the incoming sun, and the sound of a familiar voice. As my senses shook off the haze of a restful night of sleep, my ears tuned in on a voice I had come to love. It was Jake, and my mind couldn't fathom what would bring him to my house on a Sunday morning. As I pondered what he was doing here, I was suddenly gripped with the feelings of shame and fear. I hadn't talked to Jake about me sleeping with Lucas. I had just accepted it was alright, because he wasn't bothered by it when we did it at his house. That's at least how I justified it to myself, but now, with him just a few feet away, I was afraid Jake would see it as me cheating on him. Needless to say, I rolled out of bed in a flash, throwing on a white t-shirt along with the soccer shorts I had slept in. My mom and Jake were sitting at the kitchen table, when I walked in with a pre-meditated look of confusion. I knew walking in concerned or even excited, that Jake was here, would only bring forth questions that no one needed. "Mr. Hudson what are you doing here?" I asked. "Morning Blake. And how many times do I have to tell you, call me Jake." He said, with a broad smile. "Jake and I had some items to discuss. And today seemed to work best for both of us." My mother said, followed by a sip of coffee, acting like her comment explained it all. "Not about me I hope?" I said, mostly jokingly. "Well yes, actually." My mom said. "Seriously? About me?" I asked, now the look of confusion was real. "Jake came to let me know the kitchen is all done, and how well you've been doing helping him out around his house. He also mentioned you seemed to pick up an interest in Jake's other business of photography. Which I didn't even know he did, until this morning. I think photography is a beautiful art. Anyway, it sounds like Jake is willing to work with you on it, if you're truly interested in it, I mean seriously interested in it." "Yeah, I really like it." I said. "It looks like this arrangement has really worked out for the best. I could have done without the fire, but I do have a brand new kitchen. And it's perfect. Thank you again for everything Jake." My mother said, looking Jake in the eyes. "My pleasure." Jake said, looking at my mother, and then at me. I noticed his eyes drift, down to my soccer shorts and then back up to my eyes, before giving me sly little wink. I followed Jake's gaze and recognized the white shorts I had on as the same ones I was wearing the day I had met Jake. And once again I was without underwear. I looked up at Jake and smiled, a knowing smile. The whole non-verbal exchange to all of two seconds, and my mom was none the wiser. I grabbed a glass of orange juice, while Jake took over the conversation where my mom had left off. "Yes, like I was saying to your mom Blake, you've been doing an amazing job around my house, and it's been a lot of fun showing you all about photography. Which brings me to the other reason I'm here. I have a photoshoot coming up next weekend at a nearby camp ground, and I was just telling your mom, if you would be interested, it would be a great place for me to teach you some of the core principles of photography. The place is just beautiful, and I think you would love it." Jake said, as I sat at the table. "Cool. So like a day trip?" I asked. "No. If it's alright with you and your mom, we'd head out Friday, after you're out of school, and come home on Sunday. On Saturday evening I'm meeting up with a group of beginning photographers that have been begging me to give them a few pointers. We'd meet up with them on Saturday night, then on Sunday morning after a quick lesson, we'd head back home. Sound ok?" Jake asked. "Sounds great. Is it ok with you mom?" I asked. "It does sound like a fun trip. Does it give you enough time to get your homework done?" My mom asked. "Not a problem." I said. "Well, then it sounds like it's settled." My mom said. I am sure the idea of a weekend to herself had to be appealing. Jake finished his coffee, and then stood-up saying he had better get back to work. "Blake, you mind walking out with me, and I'll quickly go over what you'll need for the trip." Jake said, while giving my mom a quick hug. I followed Jake out to his truck. "Damn Blake, you're killing me with those shorts buddy." Jake said, as I walked ahead of him. I heard Jake say something, but I had no idea what it was. My head was spinning on how I was going to break the news to Jake that I had slept with Lucas. Turning quickly, the quilt getting the better of me, I just blurted it out, "I slept with Lucas!" The minute the words left my lips, I felt a level of stress leave my body, only to be replaced by shame. I could feel my eyes beginning to water, looking up at Jake for is reaction. Jake stood there for a second, looking at me, then scanning the neighborhood, and then back to me. "It's ok. Like I said, our relationship is a tough one. I get it. It's the one thing I keep coming back to when I think about you and me. While I have feelings for you Blake, we both know I can't give you everything you deserve. And honestly, you can't give me what I'm looking for either, which is a relationship without secrets." Jake said, putting his hand on my shoulder, and gently squeezing. I wiped my eyes. "You're not mad?" I asked, taking a gentle sigh of relief. "No, no, of course not. How can I hold you to the typical rules of a relationship, when we don't have one? I can't expect you to be faithful to me, when you can't even tell someone about me." Jake said. "What does that mean?" "I don't know? I guess it just means, you're my boy, and I'm your man. And with that, I promise I won't sleep with another boy, and you promise you won't sleep with another man. But if we should find someone who is our own age, and we'd like to get to know them better, perhaps even have a sexual encounter with them, then we're ok to pursue it. And we'll just let each other know. Does that sound ok? Jake asked. I thought about it for a second, and while part of me selfishly wanted Jake exclusively to myself, I knew what he said to be true. And while being with Lucas lacked that spark I felt when I was with Jake, it was still amazing, and I knew deep down I wanted to do it again. When I really thought about it, his rule made sense. I could handle Jake sleeping with other men, but to find out he had slept with another boy, would crush me. "It makes sense. I'm your boy. But, um... I have to be honest. If Thomas asks to sleep with me, I'm going to say yes." I said smiling at my own humor. Jake chuckled, "If Thomas offers to sleep with you then hell yeah I expect you to say yes. God knows I would. But as it is, that sweet looking man is happily engaged to his beautiful fiancé, who also happens to be a woman." Jake said, laughing at my disappointed face. "Well good, he wasn't my type anyway." I said laughing along with Jake. "Riiiight. I'm pretty sure he's everyone's type." Jake said, as we both continued to laugh. "However, there is an exception to the rule. If it is a situation like we had last time in the studio, where I had you and Lucas, naked and bent over. You should know now, I am plowing both your happy little behinds." Jake said, with a tone of seriousness. "You'd fuck Lucas in front of me? After just saying you wouldn't?" I said, jokingly shocked and appalled. "In a heartbeat. Matter a fact I've been trying to think of another photo shoot with the two of you, for just that reason." Jake said, and then winked at me. Leaving me to wonder if he was serious or just messing with me. I didn't get a chance to ask, as Jake really needed to head out and switched our conversation over to the camping trip. Jake quickly ran down the items I would need, and then nodded at the soccer shorts and told me to make sure I packed those as well. Even though you could see we both wanted desperately to kiss each other, Jake jumped in his truck and drove off. "Everything ok, you seemed to be out there a while?" My mom asked, when I walked back into the house. "Yeah, everything's fine. Jake was telling me about the camp ground, and the items I would need and stuff. We're going to a place called Dash Point Campground, and it sounds really cool. He said he had a tent that could fit both of us, but that I would probably be more comfortable in my own. But I wasn't sure if we had one?" I told my mom. Jake and I never once discussed sleeping arrangements, as we both knew how that would play out. I figured it was a good way to keep my mother off our hidden romance. No suspicious questions arise if you remove yourself from the scene, and that's exactly what sleeping in my own tent would do. "Hmm. Good question. I think we had one a long time ago, but that would have been when you were like five or so. I'll look for one at work, and if they're not too much I'll just pick it up." My mom said, returning to her morning coffee and the Sunday paper. The newspaper was a running joke with her and me. A year's subscription had been paid for by my grandma, and so it showed up every Sunday to my mom's delight. I pretended ignorance as to what is was, calling it her ancient scroll, and giving her shit for killing trees. She would laugh, and say that because her "scroll" didn't have fancy blinking lights, it was beyond my generation comprehension. First period Monday morning, Lucas and I joked about our Saturday romp, like only two boys can. There were no caring words of gratitude for the beautiful time spent together, it was sexual innuendos and jabs at each other's physical attributes, spoken in whispers so only we could hear. "Were you able to get the saddle put away before you mom saw it. You know, after I rode you like a horse on Saturday." I whispered into Lucas's ear. "Well, you might want to buy a pregnancy test. You know, because of how you were squealing like a girl when I left two loads of cum in your cunt. I'm just not ready to become a father." Lucas fired back. We were laughing at our silly wit, while Mr. Bubl took roll. It wasn't until third period art class that I remembered I was to meeting Andrei during the lunch break. The thought of him and his gentle smile had me chubbing in my briefs. Which made it really awkward when Ms. Kleiner put her hand on my shoulder to take a look at my water color painting. "Very nice Blake, very nice." She said before heading off to the next student. I spent the rest of the period wondering if she was talking about my painting or the bulge in my pants. Just before the lunch bell went off, I texted Lucas letting him know I couldn't have lunch with him. I told him I had forgotten I was to meet Andrei so we could review the format for the diving team tryout. Lucas faked emotional hurt, saying I was a slut and already cheating on him, capped off with a crying emoji. By the time I made it to the vending machine, Andrei was already there and waiting for me. "Sorry, I'm late." I said, trying to catch my breath. "No worries. Should we head out or stay here?" He asked. The advantages of being a senior with a car, was that you could leave campus and make it back in time. Which of course is what I opted for. Andrei and I decided on sharing a small pizza and the salad bar at a nearby Round Table Pizza. "So, how long have you been diving?" Andrei asked. "About four years." I said, working my way back mentally to the first time I joined a diving team. Andrei had been diving since he was four years old, and had won tons of local completions, as well as few state and regional events. "How'd you get started?" He asked. "I had some time off from league soccer, and decided I wanted to try something else. So my mom signed me up for a gymnastics class. After a year of going almost three days a week, it was pretty clear I wasn't very good at it. I liked all of the events that got me high in the air, where I could do twist and flips, but I could never stick the landings. My gymnastic coach suggested diving, saying I would be perfect for it. So I gave it a shot, and fell in love with it." I said. "Is the tryout going to be hard?" I asked, taking a bite of salad. "Oh, yeah about that. See by school code we have to have a tryout, but really there isn't a tryout. After last year's seniors graduated there are only three of us on the team currently. Amanda, Rob, and me, and well you, if you want to be on our team." Andrei said, giving me shy little smile. "Seriously. I'm on the team? Sweet!" I said, holding out my fist to bump Andrei's. "Cool. How about your friend Lucas. Does he dive?" Andrei asked. "Nah, he's a swimmer." I said. "So, practices will start next week. Usually we practice on Monday and Wednesdays with our meets on Fridays. For practice, we meet here after school and then we carpool over to the Tacoma Community College. Their school has a dive pool and a gymnastic room that they let us borrow." Andrei said. "Nice." "Cool, glad to have you on the team. Oh yeah one more thing, what's your speedo size?" Andrei inquired. "Oh, um, I wear a size 14/16 or a large." "Great, at your initiation you'll get your team speedo." Andrei said, like it was every day he used the term initiated. The moment he said it, my mind flashed back to lucas paddling my ass. "Initiation? What initiation?" I asked. "Oh don't worry about it. It's something we've all had to do, it's like tradition. Just a little fun with the new team member." Andrei said, getting up to head back to school. I tried to get it out of Andrei the whole ride back, but he wasn't giving it up. I even tried again after gym class, but he wouldn't budge. I found it interesting though, that while I was trying to interrogate Andrei, he was asking Lucas if he'd considered diving. Which of course Lucas declined, telling Andrei he was a swimmer. The rest of the week went the same, and Friday couldn't come soon enough. I had packed all of my camping gear, including the new tent my mom bought me. All I needed to do was make it through the school day and head home and wait for Jake. As usual Lucas and I worked hard on Mr. Bubl's riddle. 'Three brothers share a family sport: a non-stop marathon. The oldest one is fat and short and trudges slowly on. The middle brother's tall, slim, and keeps a steady pace. The youngest runs just like the wind, speeding through the race. He's young in years, we let him run, The other brothers say Cause though he's surely number one, he's second, in some way.' What are we? Thankfully we got it with time to spare, which left time for me and Lucas to talk about Jake. "Seriously? He said that? " Lucas asked wide eyed. "Yep, Jake said if you ever show your pink hole at him again, he's sticking his rod in it." Lucas and I were talking about the possibility of it when Diego and Andrei walked into the class. They were talking with Mr. Bubl, but not loud enough for us to hear. You could tell Mr. Bubl was hesitant about something, while it looked like Diego was almost pleading. Eventually Mr. Bubl walked behind his desk and pulled something out, handing it to Diego. Whatever it was made Diego and Andrei very happy, as they turned and headed out without even acknowledging we were in the class. "I wonder what that was about?" I asked Lucas. "I don't know, but now what's going on?" Lucas said, pointing at the cop who was walking into the room. He was at least 6'-3", and solid. His black hair was short on the sides and parted neatly on top, where it was clear he used a bit of product to hold his wavy hair in place. There were a couple comments from the class about someone being busted. But much like Diego and Andrei, the officer simply walked up to Mr. Bubl, spoke quietly to him for a brief second, before handing him a brown paper sack and leaving. The rest of the day was pretty mellow compared to first period. At lunch we brought Alex and Josh up to speed as to what happened in the first period. Then proceeded to guess wildly as to what it all meant, even though not a one of us had a clue. After I had told him about the camping trip, Lucas was a bit bummed that we couldn't hang out over the weekend. He had told me all about camp Dash Point, having been there several times himself. With school over, and having made it back home, I decided to jump in the shower and freshen up. I grabbed a pair of black boxer briefs, blue jeans, and a Long sleeve red DC shirt. I didn't have hiking boots, so my vans would have to do. It was around four in the afternoon, when I heard Jake's truck rumble up to the house. My mom wouldn't be home for hours. I opened the door, letting Jake in. He was wearing a blue and black striped flannel shirt that was open in front showing his white undershirt. He too was wearing blue jeans, but unlike me, he did have a pair of hiking boots on. On his head he wore an old black Harley Davidson ball cap. "All set buddy?" He asked. "Yep." It took us about a half an hour to make it to Dash Point State Park, and another ten minutes to find our camp site. We were in the camp site B, space 36. All of the camp sites were cut back into the thick vegetation of tree and ferns, with one wooden picnic bench, and one round metal fire pit. Ours was no different, only ours had a little turnout off the main road, which put our space all by itself, leaving us as secluded as one could be in campground. Jake backed his truck into the designated parking space, making for an easier unload of our gear. It took Jake and me another half hour to get his tent erected, a queen size air mattress inflated, and the rest of the camping gear unpacked. Jake was setting up the cooking area and preparing our dinner, while I unfolded our sleeping bags. Jake's bag had a wonderful smell, a mixture of old camp fire smoke, wilderness, and just the hint of musk from being packed away. The smell was very erotic, and I could wait to snuggle into it with Jake by my side. I was half prepared for hotdogs and beans for dinner, but Jake went all out. He made us New York steaks, baked potatoes, and grilled corn on the cob. It was delicious, and a bit silly, enjoying such a fine meal on paper plates. After cleaning up from dinner, I threw on my hoodie sweatshirt. We in sat in our folding chairs, watching the dancing flames of the fire. Jake had poured each of us a cup of hot apple cider with a shot of spiced rum. It wasn't long before we were feeling nice and toasty and decided to call it a night. Jake suggested we grab a shower before going to bed. With the showers being part of the public restroom, and the stalls themselves being single person with plastic curtains that barely covered your mid-section, the option for fooling around was taken off the table. As soon as I was dry, I threw on my white soccer shorts, simple undershirt, and flip flops for the walk back to the tent. I knew the walk back would be cold, but once inside the tent,I trusted Jake and I would heat things up. Jake must have felt the same way, foregoing his shirt altogether, and just putting on a pair of jeans. Once inside the tent, Jake placed his lantern in the corner, was quick to remove his pants, leaving him wonderfully naked. Jake's tent was large enough for me to stand up straight, while he still had to bend over slightly. I followed Jake's lead, by removing my hoodie and throwingit on top of my duffle bag. I had just hooked my thumbs into my shorts, when Jake stopped me. "Stop. Those are mine to remove." Jake said, dropping to his knees behind me, throwing a bottle of lube on the air mattress, before placing his large rough hands on the back of my thighs. His lips gently kissing the small of my back right above the elastic waist band of my shorts. My hands reached back and rested on Jake's ample shoulders, bracing myself, as Jake's touch sent shivers through my body. "Oh jeez, mmmmm." I moaned. Jake's hands had slipped up inside the wide leg openings of my shorts, and were now massaging each cheek. "Oh, yes. I've been dreaming of getting my hands into these shorts since the first time I saw you." Jake said, before spinning me around and repeating his actions. Now his light kisses were just below my belly button, and his hands were moving up and down the front of my thighs. With each pass, his thumbs would tickle the bottom of my sack, and then travel back down to just above my knees. My pride and joy was rock hard, twitching with anticipation, as I watched Jake's kisses move from my bare skin, to the nylon material of the shorts. His lips traced the outline of the five and half inch bulge they concealed. "Oh man, huh, I love your smooth skin. And your smell, fuck you smell so good." Jake said, looking up at me. Jake pulled my shorts down, before having me lie down on the air mattress, where he removed them completely. Jake removed his boxers, and then moved between my open legs, his left hand gently cradling the back of my head. His right hand cupped my left butt cheek as we kissed. Jake's mouth tasted of minty mouth wash, which soon became the taste in my mouth, our saliva mixing and becoming one. I loved feeling Jake's tongue inside my mouth when we kissed, but when he'd nibble on my lower lip, it would always elicit a direct response from my dick and balls. I gasped and moaned, while his slightly wet beard from our recent shower, dragged across my collar bone. Jake's lips were now leaving little kisses on my neck and ears. Every once in a while I would feel the tip of his hard cock touch my ass, but there was no rush to get where I knew we were headed. Instead, I reveled in the feeling Jake was giving me as he slowly kissed his way down my body. I had my right leg wrapped around his hips, with my left leg outstretched.As expected, the heat in the tent was rising, and I loved it. "Uhh, aaahhhhh, hssssss, mmmmm." Moans of pleasure poured from my mouth. Jake's tongue circled and flicked at my right nipple, making it as hard as my cock. Reaching over, Jake grabbed the bottle of astroglide lube, and poured some into his hand. Jake was now tonguing my belly button, his lubed hand lightly rolling my nuts in their sack. "Ohhhh God, mmmm, yes, oh Jesus." Needless to say, I could have spent the rest of my life trapped in that single moment of time. Of course, that was until I felt Jake's lubed fingers rub my wrinkled hole, and his warm wet lips engulf the head of my cock. Ok, that was the moment I wanted to freeze in time. Jake sucked on my cock like he was savoring every centimeter of its engorged veins and taunt skin. I relaxed and enjoyed the amazing feeling, knowing it would soon end. Tonight was not about blowjobs. And as expected, Jake let my cock slip from the confines of his mouth. Sitting up momentarily, only to move me onto my side. From here, Jake slid in behind me, his kisses finding my ear and neck once again. Jake used his right hand to reach down and lift my right leg up, so that my calf now rested on his. This subtle move, spread my legs just enough for Jake to slide up, guiding the tip of his cock to my lubed entrance. With my head resting on his left arm, his hand pinching and rubbing my left nipple, his right hand guided his cock into me. My mouth opened as my lungs took in large gasp of air. My right hand reached behind me, touching his thigh, almost like a subconscious reaction to the brief sting of him penetrating me. My heaving breathing was the only sound in the tent. His long thick meat slid ever so slowly into me, while Jake continued kissing my body. His right hand now resting on my belly holding me close to him with such gentle strength. His left hand was still working over my nipple, which was now tender and raw, and sending me such pleasure.With Jake's cock fully in me, and his curly black bush tickling my pale white cheeks, he stopped his movements to whisper in my ear. "I'm the luckiest man alive. God, you're so beautiful. I could spend the rest of my life kissing your body." Jake said, his hips slowly rocking, pushing and pulling his dick inside me. The tent was quiet. No loud moans, or sounds of slapping flesh against flesh to be heard. Just, breathing, a soft chorus of rhythmic breathing. Like being in a boat with your lover, the rolling seas gently rocking you, each wave sending a surge of pleasurable feelings through your entire body. "Huh, uh, huh, uh, huh, mmmmm, huh, uh." I never wanted it to end, but I knew it couldn't last forever. With Jake's cock thrusting inside me, his hand gently gripped my pole and began to pump. "Jake, huh, Jake, ohhhh, I'm, I'm, huh, shiiitt, uhhhhhh." My load lurched from my cock, splattering across my new sleeping bag beneath us. With every shot of my teen sperm, my twitching clenching ass muscles massaged Jake's baby making tool. There was no moaning from Jake, no warning of his impending depositing of seed. Just his teeth gently biting down on the flesh of my shoulder, and the warming wet feeling inside me. Jake kissed my shoulder, once his orgasm had passed. Happiness needs no words, and as such none were spoken. Jake simply reached over and turned off the lantern. At no time did he try to remove his cock. I was more than fine with that, as I fell asleep, with his cock still in me, wrapped up in his embrace. I woke to the wonderful smell of breakfast cooking on the grill. "Morning lover." Jake said. As I walked out wearing my hoodie and my white soccer shorts. "Morning." I said, a huge content smile on my face. Jake, looked showered and dressed, standing over the pan of scrambled eggs he was cooking. "What's for breakfast? It smells great." I said, taking a deep smell of the fresh air and lingering smell of cooked goodness. "Breakfast burritos. Made with the left over steak and potatoes from last night. Then I threw in some eggs, cheese, and my favorite, a can of Silverado chili." Jake said, scooping a spoon full of the chili into a loaded tortilla, before rolling it up and handing it to me. I devoured it, along with a mug of virgin hot cider. "So, while I pack up the site, you need to go shower and brush your teeth." Jake said. "Ha, that's funny. Sounds like you're having me get ready for a photo shoot." I said, taking a sip of cider. "That's exactly what I'm having you do." Jake said, without looking at me as he collected the items off the picnic table. "Really? I asked, surprised and excited at the idea of it. "With the way the trees cause natural canopies above, this makes for a great place for me to teach you about light. How to measure it, position it, and so on. And what better way to do that then while taking photos. And I can't think of anything more beautiful to photograph then you. So, yeah, I thought we could do a photo shoot before we met up with the other group." "Cool." I said, before grabbing my shower kit and heading off. When I got back, dressed in a black t-shirt, camo cargo shorts and my vans, Jake had everything put away and was just starting to take down the tent. I helped, making quick work of it, before we grabbed a couple of Jake's cameras, some bottled water, and headed out on one of the many hiking trails.The trails of the camp site could best be described in two categories. Those that headed toward the ocean, and those that headed inland, toward the trees. Since this was to be a lesson on light, we headed toward the trees. After fifteen minutes of hiking, Jake veered off the trail to a small clearing of Doug Firs, Spruces, and tall ferns. We had only passed one person on the trail since we started, and that had been a while ago. Jake took a second to show me how to use a light meter, even though his high tech digital camera had one built in. He then used a single leaf of a fern plant, to show me what happens to the photo with respect to the incoming light and the cameras angle. "Ok Blake, I think we're ready for your shoot." Jake said. "Oh, ok. What am I wearing?" I asked, looking around as if Jake had hidden a photo shoot box full of clothes somewhere in the bushes. "That's the fun part. You're not going to be wearing anything." Jake said with a huge smile. "What? Like, naked? Like birthday suit, naked?" I asked, leaning in to whisper. Suddenly worried there could be someone hearing Jake's risky suggestion. "Yeah, what better place to be naked than in nature, as God intended it." I should have just said no, but instead my teenage smart ass wit struck first, and as usual it didn't make things better. Ok, maybe a little better. "Well, if it's "God's Will", then shouldn't you get naked, or is he just picking on me?" "Sure, cool, I don't mind getting naked, if that makes it easier for you. It's not like anyone can see us. And, if someone comes rustling up, we'll just dive behind the plants and trees." Jake said, like it was a done deal. Which was emphasized by him starting to take off his clothes. I should have just said no. Instead I was madly looking around as I stripped down to just my grey Jockey briefs, scanning our little secluded area one more time. I noticed Jake was already buck naked and taunting me, as if I was taking too long. With a deep breath, I shucked them off. "About time. Now come stand here, behind this fern, with your hands resting on the back of your head." As I did what Jake instructed, I recognized right away the fern would cover up my limp cock, and the evil genius behind Jake's plan. I was to be naked, but based on the way Jake posed me, no one would ever see my goods, well at least not my twig and berries. After I relaxed, the shoot was quite fun. At one point I hid behind a tree, where you could see everything from just above my cock and up. And then to play off that pose, Jake took walked around the tree and took a picture on the other side, where all you could see was my bare rump and legs. With each photo, Jake would pause and walk over to me, showing how and where the light had interacted with the picture. In one photo, I sat on a fallen tree, where my raised knee, blocked the view of my dick and balls. From this one pose, Jake moved around so that at one point the photo revealed a ray of light shining on the spot where my hidden gems were, while the rest of the photo took on an almost shadowy effect. Then, without me moving, Jake took a picture of my back, where now it looked like I was the center point of light and dark. Everything behind me, including my back, was cast in shadow and somewhat out of focus. Everything in front of me was sharp, and lit up like heaven was calling. Lost in our little world, we almost didn't hear the snapping twigs of someone approaching. With our small sanctuary about to be invaded, we jumped behind some bushes. We laughed silently when we realized what was happening. A young boy, with his father in tow, entered our space with the look of dread only a boy could know. They were only there long enough for the little boy to drop his shorts and cartoon briefs, and relieve himself on the very tree that had been the center of so many of our recent photos. Neither of them saw us, and as soon as the boy was done, they disappeared just as suddenly as they had arrived. It was around noon that we packed up, and decided to head back to camp. Jumping in Jake's truck, we headed out of the park to grab a bite to eat at a local restaurant, while Jake explained on our return we would move his truck over to where the other group was camping. I didn't have to ask Jake why we didn't just set up near them the first night, remembering back to the amazing fuck session we had. Jake and I left the Park and found a nice pub where we shared a plate of loaded nachos and a tray of wings. When Jake was done with his second pint of beer, he paid the bill and we headed back. The sun was just going down, as we pulled into our designated spot. This site was in camp ground A, and was a larger site for groups. I could see a bunch of what looked to be adult males standing around a camp fire as Jake shut off the engine. I had just made it to the back of the truck, where Jake was standing when a group of boys bombarded him. "Uncle Jake, you're here." One boy shouted, running up and practically diving into Jake's arms. The other boys, five in total, came running up as well, but stopped a few feet away. "What's up Logan? You having a good time here with your troop?" Jake asked. My mind raced. I knew I had heard that name before. And based on what appeared to be a group of boys of mixed ages and Jake's use of the term troop, I quickly conclude this was a Boy Scout troop. "Logan, this is my friend Blake. Blake, this is Logan, John's son." Jake said. And there it was, that's where I had heard the name. When we had barrowed Logan's stuff to do the time line shoot. "Hey Logan." I said, holding out my hand. "What's up?" Logan said, putting his hand out to shake. "Hey buddy, how about you let me and Blake set up our tent before it gets too dark, and then you can introduce us to all your friends." Jake said, getting a nod from Logan, who like a cloud of dust was gone, along with the rest of the boys. John and another man named Paul walked over and assisted us in setting up our tents. This time I broke out my new tent, and threw it up. It was only a two-pole tent, so it went up quick. And with John and Paul helping Jake, his tent went up fast as well. I rolled out my sleeping pad and then my sleeping bag, taking time to scratch my nail into the dried cum from the night before. The nights air was cool, but not freezing, so I opted to just throw my black hoodie over my t-shirt and kept my cargo shorts on. Jake was already standing at the camp fire when I walked up. Next to Jake, were four other men, all of whom looked to be in their early forties. While the boy's ran around in an open field near the site, John explained the point of the camping trip, and introduced the group. As expected, this was a Boys Scout Troop, working on collecting a few badges, one being beginning photography. It was clear based on Jake's body language, that his only acquaintance here was John, and his son Logan. The other men and boys were as new to him, as they were to me. When John started to introduce the group, you could see we were both trying to make mental notes of who everyone was. John started with the large man standing next to him, whose name was Paul. Paul was as tall as Jake, but carried at least an additional hundred pounds on his large frame. His sons, Adam and Mark, who were twelve and ten, were the image of their dad. Adam, for only being twelve years old, was larger than me. And like his father, it was clear he didn't have much muscle definition, as I watched him try to run after some of the smaller boys. He was the oldest of the troop, at least on this trip, as his father explained. John then introduced me to Nile, whose dark skin and English accent intrigued me. His son was Philip, and he was ten. It was obvious which boy was Philip, as his dark skin matched his father's. I wondered if he too had an accent. The last man was George, who was a skinny pale man, standing around six foot, with rimmed glasses. His son was Michael, and he too looked like his dad. He was the only eleven year old of the group. The last boy, "running" in the field with the other boys was Jordan. There was no other way to describe him but as a `roly-poly' boy. He was ten, and was almost as round as he was tall. Jordan, wasn't really running with the other boys, from what I observed it seemed like he spent a lot of time bent over trying to catch his breath. And that was just from the brisk walking he was doing. He was in the troop and was tagging along with George and Michael as Jordan's family were their next door neighbors. Apparently, Jordan's dad could not make the trip. When it got to me and Jake, John let Jake do the introduction. Jake introduced himself as one of John's friends and then me as one of his models, and most recently his assistant. I blushed a bit when Jake called me a model, having caught me off guard. Jake and I had not discussed how he would approach our relationship. I didn't consider myself a model, especially after seeing Thomas, who was clearly a model. "Model turned assistant? I think you're going the wrong way son." Nile said. With all the other men laughing. "Yeah, I wished I hadn't cut my modelling career short. Worst decision I ever made." Paul said, shaking his belly with his hands and laughing at his own joke. Dinner was spaghetti with meat sauce, and garlic bread. It wasn't great, but it filled me up. After everyone finished and cleaned up, we all pulled our folding chairs up around the fire pit, enjoying its warmth. At ten, Nile called it time for bed for the boys, which apparently included me, as the men all looked at me when I didn't move. "I brought our large family tent for the boys, and you're more than welcome to join them Blake. Paul said, pointing to a large tent on the far side of the camp ground.I was about to say no, when Logan grabbed my arm and started pulling me toward the tent. "Come on Blake, you'll love it." Logan said. I looked back at Jake, with a 'save me' look. He just chuckled as I was dragged away. "Ok little man, I'll come for a while. But I'm gonna sleep in my own tent later. Ok?" I said. "Cool, cool." Logan said, clearly not really listening to what I had to say. I followed Logan's lead and kicked off my shoes before entering the tent. Logan looked to be just over four foot. Sporting a short mop of blond hair that was spiked in the front. His eyes were much like his fathers, an amazing blue grey. And following him into the tent I noticed his wide shoulders and nice beginning of a bubble butt.Upon entering, the boys all called out my name, like I had been part of their group since day one. The tent was mash up of blankets, sleeping bags, and pillows. I plopped down on an air mattress near where the rest of them were sitting. Adam was the first to speak up. He was wearing a white t-shirt, black basketball mesh shorts, and black and blue striped ankle high sports socks, that were popular with boys right now. "So you're fourteen Blake? Does that make you a freshman?" Adam asked. "Yep. Tacoma high school." I answered "Cool." Are the rumors true, that the seniors haze the freshman?" He asked. "Nah. Well, at least I don't think so. I do have a freshman initiation for the dive team that I'm a bit worried about. And so far I've only been hung by my underwear, or atomic wedgied, as the seniors call it,three times in the first two weeks. So, so far so good." I said, laughing at my joke. But when I noticed I was the only one laughing, and all of the other boys seemed to have very concerned looks on their faces, I quickly realized they didn't get my humor. "I'm kidding. No one is hazing the freshmen. Matter of fact, I have a couple friends who are seniors, and they're awesome dudes." I said. That seemed to calm their nerves, as all the boys sighed in relief. They moved on to other topics, which didn't really involve me, such as the latest Power Ranger movie. I took the time to slyly take in the looks of each boy. Adam and Mark, had the same dirty blond hair that their father had, only their hair styles were a bit shorter. Adam, was a beast for a twelve year old. He was larger than me in most categories. He stood a few inches taller, and his shoulders were wider than mine as well. With his shirt stretching across his chest, you could tell he had a layer of chub he had yet to grow into. His cute dimples, and royal blue eyes shed light on his on his true youthful age. His brother Mark, who was also big for a ten year old and dressed similarly to his brother, seemed quite fit. He too wore a t-shirt, noting a youth football league, which stretched across his body as well. You could see Mark's developing peck muscles, and ample biceps. He wasn't as defined as me in those areas, but I knew he would easily pass me up on size someday soon, being he was four years my junior. He didn't have the cute dimples like his brother, but his slightly lighter blue eyes were mesmerizing nonetheless. Philip, disappointed me slightly with his perfect English. My guess was that he was born here in America, having never picked up his father's awesome accent. Philip wore an old Stanford College sweatshirt, presumably one that belonged to one his parents or an older sibling. His hair was a series of tight jet black little curls. It was hard to tell if he was growing it out, or he just needed a haircut soon. With his brown eyes and trim body, Philip had that boy next door kind of look. George's son Michael, was about my height, which was good for an eleven year old. He wore a dark brown shirt and plaid sleeping pants, which only highlighted his pale white arms and face. His body was thin, and looked like it could blow away with a strong breeze. But his face was undeniably cute. His little pert nose, pink plump lips, and smattering of freckles made him quite pleasing to look at. His emerald green eyes didn't hurt either. The last boy, ten year old Jordan, reminded me of a living Theodor from the Alvin and The Chipmunks cartoon. He had cute chubby cheeks and brown hair that he buzzed short all around. His white shirt was so large, as needed to cover his belly, that while sitting on the air mattresses it made Jordan look like he wasn't wearing shorts. But one of his feature had me mesmerized, as I found myself blatantly staring at his long eye lashes. I'm sure he didn't even know he had them, but they were the type professional female models would die for. I don't know why, but something about him made me want to just squeeze him in a tight loving hug. All in all, none of the boys jumped out as gorgeous, but staring at the groups twelve, wiggling, socked covered feet, did please my minor foot fetish. "So Blake, have you ever kissed a girl?" Mark asked? Taken a bit off guard by the question, since the subject seemed far off from what the boys were talking about previously, I stuttered out my response. "Uh, uh, what? I mean, oh, um sure, yeah, yeah, a couple times." I finally answered honestly. "How about a blowjob, ever get one of those from a girl?" Michael asked, upping the ante. I looked over at Logan, afraid this subject was a bit much for him. Clearly he, and the rest of the group, noticed my hesitation. "It's cool Blake, we talk about this stuff all the time." Logan said. "Yeah, and it's not like we don't all have the web. I bet Logan's watched someone give a BJ before." Adam said, as we all watched Logan blush. "Oh, um... ok, well, yeah, I've gotten a BJ from a girl." I said, blushing a bit, but answering again truthfully. Kristen, I mean Ms. Kleiner, was a girl after all, and she did suck my dick. "Yeah, but have you ever fucked one?" Adam asked brazenly. I was a bit shocked at the sudden interest in my sexual experience. Having been thrown off guard once again by the boy's directness. "Uh, No." I said quietly. "That's cool, so you're a virgin like the rest of us." Mark said, his tone clearly showing no disrespect was intended. Of course, that's not how I took it, and like a typical teenager, I let my pride get the better of me. "I'm not a virgin!" I said, puffing my chest out. Had I been older and more secure about myself, I would have understood that being a virgin is not a disgrace, and I should have just said yes. Instead, in an effort to prove that I was somehow more mature than the boys around me, and inadvertently outed myself. It was when I saw the confused look on Logan's face that I realized the error of my ways. Looking at the rest of the boys, they all looked like Logan, except Adam. He had a cheeky smile from ear to ear. Adam knew. Thank God, just at that moment, Nile stuck his head in and interrupted our conversation. "All right boys, about time for bed. Anyone care to join me on my walk over to the bog?" His dad said, which brought a bit of a chuckle from the boys. I didn't need to go, and as such was about to head over to my tent, until Logan saw that I wasn't following them. "You're going to stay a bit longer right Blake?" he asked. I turned and saw Jake standing there, along with the rest of the men who were calling it a night. I could tell by the look on his face that it would mean a lot, if I made Logan happy. "Yeah buddy, I'll still be here when you get back." I said, turning to head back into the tent, but not before shooting Jake a look that implied he owed me one. I had hoped the boys would forget about the awkward place we had left off in our conversation. The last thing I needed was to be explaining gay sex to a group of mostly 10 year olds. I was texting back and forth with Lucas, when pack of boys came marching in. It was around 11:30pm, and based on Nile's final instruction, we were not to be up much longer, as we had busy morning planned. `Hey Blake, want to join us for a little game we like to play before bed." Adam asked, as the boys sat in a circle, turning off all but one lantern off. "Sure." I said, texting good night to Lucas, before scooting over to join their circle. "What are we playing?" I asked. "It's called `Cum from a 1000 Licks'." Adam said. "What? How do you play that?" I asked, confused by the games name. "Like this." Adam said, just as every boy in the tent dove on top of me. My back pressed into the air mattress I was sitting on, while the weight of boys on top of me made it hard to breathe. I could feel hands holding my ankles and wrists, while Adam eventually straddled my chest with his hand over my mouth. Adam alone could have held me down, as there was little chance I could throw him off me. But my face must have taken on a look of worried surprise when I felt them tying my wrists and ankles together. "Don't worry, you're going to love this game. Right now, you're the only guaranteed winner." Adam said, while the boys finished up. "Who's got a clean sock I can borrow?" Adam asked. Logan jumped over to his bag and pulled out and a pair of white socks, which he happily handed to Adam. I could tell from the look in the boy's eyes that they were high on adrenaline, and would be no help to me in setting myself free. Adam pressed his full weight on my chest, drawing a groan from me, as he looked sternly into my eyes, before leaning close enough to whisper in my ear. "Play nice, and so will we." Adam said, trying to be tough, but also showing his youth of being a preteen, as his voiced cracked a couple times. What was I going to do, scream for help? There was only one tent remotely close to where the boys' tent was at, and I was pretty sure it belonged to Paul. Which meant, even if I did get his attention, I would then have to explain how a group of boys, some five years younger, got the jump on me. Let alone, how it was his son who was currently the instigator of it all, and based on the bulge I could feel pressing in my chest, was also sporting a pretty good hard on. Needless to say, when Adam removed his hand, and went to stuff the sock into my mouth, I let him. I also let him place a pillow on top of my outstretched arms and under my head, suggesting I was going to be here a while.Adam got off my chest, joining the rest of the boys who were sitting around me staring at their captured prey, like a pack of starving hyenas. "The game is named after the old saying `death from a thousand cuts', because it takes a while, and it can be torturous, at least to the person tied up." Adam said to me with a large grin, which didn't sit well with me. "The rules are pretty simple. Each boy will take turns licking the prisoner's dick. When it's your turn, you'll slide over and make contact with only your tongue, and maintain it for a count of 30 seconds at a minimum. You can choose to keep contact for a maximum of a two minute period. At no time can you use your hands. Then the next boy comes up and repeats the process." Adam said, talking to the boys around me. I was blown away. My brain kept silently running over the line Adam just said, "Each boy will lick the prisoner's dick". Holy shit, what had I gotten myself into? Adam went on with the rest of the rules. "Now when it's your turn, you can stay in one spot or move your tongue around, as long as you don't take if off the prisoner's dick, or balls, which for this game we'll count as the same. It's like hot potato, you want to make the prisoner cum, but not to be the mouth that is on his dick when it happens. If you are, then you're the loser of the game." Adam said, as if it were just that simple, like explaining the game Candyland. Hearing the rules had me freaking out, and boned up at the same time. Damn these Boy Scouts and their impressive knot tying skills. I struggle to break free, only to feel the ropes around my ankles and wrist appear to get tighter. Adam looked down at me, and snickered, as I tried in vain to release myself. "Where did you learn this game?" Logan asked. The look of worry on his face, told me he was scared, and that this was too much for him. "I was at a camp this summer with some of the older Boy Scouts and they showed me the game. It's a blast, trust me you'll like it. Normally the older boys swapped turns being the prisoner, but since we've all discussed that none of us can cum yet, it has to be Blake." Adam said. What kind of perverted camp did he go to? I thought to myself. Followed by, how do I get invited? "If we really wanted to make it a challenge, we could play like the older boys do. If you're the loser, and you're caught licking the prisoner's dick when he starts to squirt, then you have to eat it all. And if you miss a drop of it, then you have to suck off the rest of the boys in the tent.The boys showed their true ages, as there was a resounding chorus of "ewww" from all the boys, accept Adam. "Ok, so we won't add that rule, but the loser has to get punished. Any ideas?" Adam asked. Even though I was in a very uneasy predicament, I chuckled to myself, as I heard the boys suggested punishments. "The loser has to eat a worm." Offered Logan. "How about the loser has to run to the bathrooms, naked?" Said Philip. "No, the loser has kiss everyone's naked butt." Mark said with curled lips, as if his own idea was disgusting to think about. "I got it. The loser has to dip his finger into the cum from Blake, and lick it off." Adam said, nodding his head, like that was the ultimate punishment. The tent went silent for a second, as the boys pondered Adam's suggestion. It appeared to me that the boys were too scared to challenge Adam's suggestion, as I scanned their faces. That is all but Jordan, who was looking right at me. "Ok then it's settled, loser licks his finger after it's dipped into cum. And to keep it simple, we'll go by age, with the youngest first. So it will be Logan, Jordan, Mark, Philip, Michael, and then me. Go ahead and strip the prisoner's shorts and underwear Michael. We'll use my watch to keep time, and when it's my turn, Philip can watch the clock." Adam commanded. My eyes got as wide as saucers when Michael's little hands started to unbutton my cargo shorts. I was craning my neck to watch him. I know I probably should have fought more to free myself, but based on the rules of the game, I truly would be the winner. I mean, here I was about to have six boys licking my cock. How could that be a bad thing? Right? There was a quiet hush in the tent when Michael exposed my 5-1/2" hard penis. I could tell the boys were measuring me up, and it looked like I had passed the test, as I watched even Adam silently mouth the word wow. "Ok, Logan, you're up. Thirty seconds start when your tongue touches his dick or balls." Adam said. Logan, who was wearing an old yellow Cal College t-shirt and a pair of light blue shorts, apprehensively waddled over to my side on his knees, as he looked at me face and then down at my hard dick. You could see the battle of angst and peer pressure boiling inside him. Being the youngest, I knew he didn't want the others to think he couldn't do this, but at the same time he himself knew he shouldn't be doing this. As in most cases with boys, peer pressure won out. Logan's forearms lightly brushed against my hip, as he leaned in. His head was now an inch from my cock. I could tell he had weighed out his options, and chose what he considered to be the safest. Which for him appeared to be the base of my cock. Far enough from the head of my dick, and yet not on my balls.Closing his eyes, Logan stuck out his tongue, and lightly placed the tip of it on my rod. I let out a soft moan through the sock in my mouth at the initial contact. Oh my God I was wrong. Seconds into this, and I knew this was going to be hell. The feeling of Logan's tongue on my dick, was horrifically pleasing. The fact that I had a warm appendage touching my hard pulsing cock had my brain amped for sexual intercourse. But since he wasn't moving it back and forth, I was left in a state of tingly limbo, as Adam counted out in five second increments. The rest of the boys watched, nervously waiting their turn. It didn't help that the saliva in Logan's mouth was now pouring out from around his tongue, and dripping all over the base of my dick. "Twenty, twenty five, and thirty seconds. You can keep going for the full two minutes Logan, or Jordan you're up." Logan did hesitate, he pulled his tongue back and sat back, which didn't surprise me. What did surprise me was the speed and determination Jordan had in taking Logan's place. He too looked scared, but this was a different scared. Right out of the gate, Jordan was looking at me in the eyes as his tongue drug up and down my shaft. He didn't looked worried about what the others thought. No he seemed interested, if not concerned as to how it felt to me, and how it felt to him. I think he could tell that my muffled moans were of pleasure, as his tongue licked from the base of my balls to the tip of my cock. It took me a second to realize I was not the only sound in the tent. That was the other boys openly commenting on Jordan's performance. A few of the boys were urging Jordan on, while Adam was joking that Jordan was licking cock like it was an ice cream, and he was starving. As Adam approached the thirty second mark, and called it out, there was an audible chorus of shock as Jordan kept going. And I was beyond happy that he did. "One minute and fifty five seconds, two minutes. Mark you're up." Adam called out. "Nasty, his cock is all wet with Jordan's spit." Mark said, sizing up my cock, and his strategy for this game. Apparently it was to lick the point farthest from my leaking cock head, which in turn was the bottom of my scrotum. And as expected, he only stayed for the game's mandatory thirty seconds. Next up was Philip, who thought the best game plan was clearly a mix of strategies. Placing the tip of his tongue, like Logan had at the base of my cock. Philip proceeded to swirl his tongue around like Jordan did, but at no time did Philip move from his initial spot. The overall sensation was pleasing, but I knew it would never be enough to edge me toward satisfaction. Like the other boys, outside of Jordan, Philip pulled his tongue at the minimum time limit. Moving out of the way for Michael, Philip sat back, talking to the other boys who had already gone, about the weird taste and feelings they experienced. Michael was pure torture. He used his tongue like a paint brush, dragging up my cock using the top of his tongue. Then, just below the ridge of my dick, Michael would do an exaggerated swipe, like a dog lapping at peanut butter, before letting the bottom of his tongue drag slowly down my rigid tool. Oh, this technique was definitely pushing me in the right direction, but of course Michael chose to stop at thirty seconds. His abrupt stop left me whinnying through the sock, as my body rocked back and forth begging for more action. When Adam handed his watch to Philip, I was sure based on his machismo attitude, he would be like the boys who had barely touched my cock. But I was wrong, oh man was I pleasantly wrong.Adam, worked me over like a skilled cock sucker. Starting at my nuts, he used enough pressure to move them around in my sack. From there he worked his way up to the tip of my prick. He was the only person to work the top of my cock, having to press his chin into my lower belly as he circled the head of my raging boner. It was when he tongue stopped and tried to worm its way into my piss slit that I knew Adam had no reservations about having my dick near his mouth. When Philip called out the first thirty seconds and Adam kept going, I started to wonder what his true intentions were, when he suggested we play this game. It was getting warm in the tent. With all of the action and heavy breathing, most of the boys had removed their shirts. I was starting to sweat myself, and being left with my shorts and briefs around my ankles and my sweatshirt still on, I knew it was only going to get hotter. When Philip called out that Adam's time was up, I moaned in agony as he abruptly stopped and moved back to his spot as the games time keeper. And so it went, my beautiful roller coaster ride of torture. I would scream into my gag as Logan would sit there, his tongue frozen in one spot, like the tedious ascent of the roller coaster up that first hill. Only to throw my hands up and scream in the pleasure of Jordan's thick tongue bathing my hard prick. Followed by Mark's quick tickling of my sack, and Philips tongue dancing in circles on the base of my cock, I was whipped back and forth in a frenzy, as the ride sped toward a dramatic finish. With Michaels long teasing passes of his tongue, I was spun and flipped upside down, until it quickly stopped, and I was left with a queasy feeling. Then like any good ride, where it saved the best for last, speeding back up so that you experienced all of the nuances of the ride once more, but in a compact window of time, which is exactly what Adam would do to me. I rode this roller coaster four more times, before I finally felt the end coming. As expected it was while Adam was working me over that I felt my balls tighten. He sensed it too, and stopped his licking at just one minute. When he stepped away, he had a wickedly evil grin on his face as Logan stepped out of the on deck circle. I'm not saying I could control my orgasm, but hell if I didn't hold my breath and squeeze my cheeks together in an effort to do so. Logan was the last one I wanted to lose this game, and I was determined to not let it be him. Thankfully, Jordan saw my struggle, and while I wasn't sure if he had ever seen a cock cum in real life, it sure seemed like he knew I was ready to blow. Before Adam had finished announcing the thirty second time limit, or even Logan moving out of the way, Jordan shoved him over and went to town.It took all of one swipe of his warm wet tongue, and me watching his hairless swinging boy tits for me to lose it. My first shot of cum fired out, arching over my sweatshirt and onto my chin. Jordan, despite the background chants of loser, kept licking until my cock released most of my load. As my orgasm subsided, I spit out the saturated sock, so that I could catch my breath. "Ok Jordan, you're the loser. You know you punishment." Adam said. The rest of the boys scooted up closer to me, trying to get the best view of this little roly-poly, as he fulfilled the punishment for being the loser. His chubby index finger reached out to my chin, where two globs of cum clung to my face. Watching in amazement, he swiped his finger against my chin, picking up a copious amount onto his digit. Without reservation, he simply put his finger into his mouth. Of course, all of the boys accept Adam, thought it was nasty, but surprisingly none of them gave Jordan any grief for doing it. Most patted him on the back for taking his loss like a man, and then some even went as far as to ask how it tasted. I on the other hand was in no mood for small talk. When they finally released from my bonds, I quickly pulled up my shorts and briefs. Now standing, I was flooded with feelings of embarrassment, as I realized that I was literally man handled by a group of younger boys, until they made me cum in front of them. "You're not mad are you?" Logan asked. "What does he have to be mad at? At least he got off." Adam retorted. "I don't know, maybe he's mad because a boy just made him cum." Logan said. "I highly doubt it." Adam said with a cheeky smile. "I'm fine, but it's time for bed. Although, next time, if someone doesn't agree to be the prisoner, you can't just force them to do it." I said, the thought of being used against my will by these boys was making my cock start to chub again. "See you in the morning," Were my parting words as I left the tent and entered the evening darkness. A voice from behind me broke the silence. "I always loved that game."