Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 22:11:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeff Spencer <ecolio157h700@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Beach, part 4  (M/t/t, oral, anal, ws,)

This story is entirely fiction, and describes sexual relations, water
sports and scat, between an adult male and two teenage boys. If you are
under age, or it is illegal to read where you are, well then, don't read
it. Otherwise, I hope you find it very satisfying. If you enjoy this,
please make a donation to the board it's posted on, so that they can
continue to add to your reading enjoyment.

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I went to Dr. Boyd's camp office with a feeling of trepidation. I had been
seen by him on the camp's closed circuit tv cameras (which I hadn't even
known existed!) giving a dozen boys blow jobs in the boat house. I didn't
regret anything I'd done, and I'd forestalled problems for a younger boy by
doing so, but still it was likely that some people might not take that
point of view.

"Hi Jeff, take a seat," he said. I was a little surprised by his off-hand
manner, but wary. "Jeff, you should know that I saw you, the other day,
having oral sex with quite a large number of the 15 and 16 year olds, in
the boathouse. Care to explain how that came about?"

"Well, sir," I began, "those boys, good boys, were about to force a 10 year
old boy into giving them oral sex, when I came upon the situation. I knew
that forced sex on a boy that young would cause him irreparable emotional
damage, so I stopped them. I also knew that, because hormones run high in a
16year old, that it was only a matter of time before it happened again. So,
I took care of it.'

"Yes, you did, as I saw. Did you enjoy it?" he questioned.

"Well sir, not at first, but yes, eventually I liked it a great deal," I
responded as honestly as I knew.

"So, would you say that you're a homosexual, Jeff? You're gay?" he asked.

"I don't know sir, I may still like girls. I did before I got here. But,
yes, I do like boys, at least boys who are old enough to know what they're
doing..."

"I know you're wondering where all this is going, Jeff," Dr. Boyd
said. "Let me explain. `Boyd's Summer Haven' is a camp for `special'
boys. Boys who have many of the qualities that are found in so-called
`gays', `homosexuals', `queers', well I think you know all the terms. Boys
that are artistically inclined, or highly intellectual, boys who certainly
aren't known for rough housing or bullying others, though many of the boys
here engage in everyday athletic pursuits, as you've seen among the
swimmers. Got some potential champions, don't you?" he said.

"Yes sir," I responded.

"In other words, normal boys who just need an opportunity to explore their
sexuality, which may or may not be heterosexual, but just as easily could
be well, gay or bisexual." He continued, "I am not `gay', but I had a
brother who would have been classified that way, had he lived past age
17. He killed himself, because he never got any support, from anyone, to
help him determine where he fit into things. He killed himself, because he
thought there was something seriously wrong with him, that he was a misfit,
that there was no place in the world for him...I'm sorry, I'm going on,"
he continued.

"Anyway, the bottom line is, the world would be a richer place if someone,
anyone, had said, `son, you're a perfectly good person' to my brother. But,
nobody bothered. So, although I was only 14 when he died, I determined that
I'd do what I could to find those `different' boys, even before they
suspected they were `different', and show them the spectrum of all the
world had to offer them, and to explore what they had to offer the world."
Dr. Boyd paused to dab at his eyes, then resumed.

"So I built `Boyd's Summer Haven', truly as a haven for these boys to have
a timeout, where they could meet other boys just like them, see that they
weren't odd or `queer', and regain some perspective. I have a network of
friends and associates across the country, looking for such boys, and
recommending them to us. We go after those boys, because there are so many
lives that we can save, here in our little camp."

I was choked up after hearing his words. I never realized what the camp was
all about, or how much it meant to these boys.

"Of course, we don't tell anyone what the camp is for, we just basically
let nature take its course. Most of the counselors find out pretty soon
about the boys, and if they turn out to be helpful to these boys, then they
can have a job for life. If not, we run them right out. You've only been
here a short while, so you didn't know, but you've got all the right
instincts, my boy. You're going to be VERY good for these boys, if you
decide to take this up as a profession."

"So, are you saying I can stay on as water activities counselor? You
offering me the job on a permanent basis?" I asked.

"No, my boy, I'm offering you the job of camp director, head of the whole
shebang, on a permanent basis!" My jaw dropped at this magnanimous gesture,
and I tried to demur, but Dr. Boyd interrupted.

"You did all the right things in that boathouse, son. You've done all the
right things all along, you just didn't know it. Encouraging these boys to
explore their sexuality, and build confidence, is what we're all
about. Please say yes, there's a big raise, and a bigger cabin, in it for
you."

"Well, yes. Yes. I'll take your offer," I replied.

"Splendid," he fairly shouted. "I'll take care of the arrangements, and the
announcement to the staff and campers. I'm headed into retirement, you're
headed up the ladder, and the boys will benefit immensely!" I then got up
in a daze, and left his office, thinking to myself, "...and the boys will
get head...". That's my sense of humor, sorry.

I walked away from Dr. Boyd's office, marveling at this turn of events. I
decided that my first action as camp director should be a pro-active one,
so I decided to hold a cookout/beach party for the boys, to celebrate our
new freedom. I assembled the other activity directors, who were now under
me (so to speak), and this time I wasn't surprised to find that they wanted
to go along with my plans. Apparently, I had been the only person in a
position of responsibility who didn't know about the camp's real
purpose. They began making arrangements for a party, in two days time.

The two days passed quickly, and as there was so much work to do learning
to run the camp, I didn't have time to release my sexual tension, not even
time for jacking off quickly. As a result, by the afternoon of the party, I
was feeling very horny. I didn't know if Chris or Sasha were releasing
their tension with some of the other boys, but I hoped they were. When I
got back to my cabin to change, I found 13 year old Chris and another boy,
Michael, or `Mike', a 14 year old, nude in my bed, locked in a hot embrace,
and kissing passionately.

"Hey, what are you guys doing in my bed?" I asked.

"We were trying to cum in your bed, and leave a wet spot for you to find,"
Chris giggled. "We were just getting started."

"Yeah, we were going to jerk each other off and shoot a load in the middle
of your pillow, and gross you out when you went to bed! We were getting
each other hot," Mike added.

"Now what kind of a thing is that to do, to someone who wants to be your
friend?" I asked, in an exasperated voice.

"Aw, we're sorry Jeff," said Chris. "It wasn't a very good practical joke
anyway."

"Now, don't be so hasty," I said. "It looks like you two have developed a
couple of impressive boners there. Let me see what I can do with them."
With that, I sat down between them on the bed, and gripped each of the
boy's cocks with one hand, and began stroking up and down the shaft. The
silky softness of their cock skin felt so nice in my hands, and I could
feel the heat that each of the boys was generating. I longed to feel that
heat in my mouth, and up my ass.

"Umm, Jeff, that feels nice," said Mike.

"Yeah, me too," said Chris. "Jerk me harder!" I stroked both of them faster
and harder, then quickly knelt down in front of the two boys, and brought
my mouth down to Chris's cock while I stroked Mike's. I gazed at the small
amount of curly blonde hair nestled above Chris's expanding cock, marking
his maturation into a hunky male fucker. I wondered if someday he'd be
ramming that dick, a lot bigger and full of more cum, into my tight ass
hole, knocking me over with the force of his sheer animal power. I hoped
so, anyway.

Chris's erect pink, circumcised prick still filled my mouth nicely, and I
gave his velvety purple plum shaped cock head a slow swipe with my tongue,
to catch his rapidly leaking pre cum. I savored the sweet and salty taste
of his boyish rod, before I slowly slid my rough tongue over his sensitive
flesh. Almost as soon as he felt my warm, wet mouth on his rampant dick,
Chris started shooting his sweet cum into my mouth, and all over my
tongue. I had no trouble catching it, although his first shot nearly went
down my windpipe, it was so forceful. "Oh, geez, that feels so good. My
cock is shooting cum into your mouth, Jeff, ooh, and you're eating it all!
Yeah, swallow my cum, suck my cock!"

I then switched places, and looked more closely at Mike, who I'd never
before seen naked. I had seen him in his tight little Speedos, and there
was no mistaking the distinctive shape of this boy's cock when it was
erect. I had on occasion seen him looking at another boy's ass, and I could
see his cock swelling up in his trunks as he enjoyed the views. One time, I
watched him pull another boy's trunks down briefly, as a prank. His cock
was hard then, too, when he saw the other boy's bare butt, and the
beckoning secret crevice between his ass cheeks. So, I wasn't surprised by
the relatively large size of his dick when erect.

His pubic hair was dark brown, and much more abundant than Chris's, plus it
covered all around the base of Mike's penis, his scrotum, and running
between his legs to his ass. I briefly lifted up one of Mike's legs to see
how far back his pubic hair went, and saw that it surrounded his anus,
which showed me a too brief flash of pink. Setting his leg back down, and
bringing my mouth over to Mike's 7 inch circumcised penis, I swallowed his
pre-cum leaking cock head, while stroking Chris's cock, but much more
slowly now. Chris remained stiff under my touch, however. "Oh please, suck
my cock, Jeff," Mike pleaded. "I want to feel your hot mouth sucking me!" I
sucked in as much of his tasty young cock as I could, and stroked it
lovingly with my tongue. I could feel his fingers running through my hair,
as my mouth and tongue tantalized his hot young dick. One of my hands
ventured back between his legs, to his hot secret cave of boyish delight,
and tickled that tight, pink anus I longed to lick.

"Oh, yeah, suck it! I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Watch it, here it cums,
oh!" Mike spluttered out, as his beautiful penis spasmodically delivered 5
or 6 big loads of his sticky white cum. I gratefully swallowed all of that,
too, and gradually decreased the pressure on his rod. Mike fell back on the
bed, exhausted from his brief blow job. "That just felt so good..." he
said, dreamily. I got up off my knees and sat down between the two boys. I
unbuckled my belt, undid the snap, and slid my pants down to the floor.

Chris's hand automatically went for my cock, and grasped it through my
`tighty whities', and began stroking me. "Uh, Uh, Chris," I said. "Let's
try something else."

"What?" he asked.

"Get on your hands and knees, okay?" I responded. As I quickly stripped off
my clothes to play naked with them, he just as quickly jumped into position
on the bed, and soon his delicious little naked butt was inches away from
my face, with his tasty pink rosebud winking at me. "And Mike, you get
behind me." As I got on my knees behind Chris, I could feel Mike's cock
slapping against my butt. Clearly he was anxious to join in whatever fun we
came up with.

I brought my face to within an inch of Chris's quite delicious rear end,
and began licking his hole. My tongue penetrated into his puckered anus
through the tight muscle there, and I could taste the residue of his
morning toilet activity. There was a very light coating of shit inside his
hole. It wasn't at all offensive, but tasty and sweet. "Oh god, Jeff, that
feels fantastic!" he said. "Please fuck me deeper with your tongue. Lick up
all my shit!" Fortunately, there wasn't much, as I'm not into that, but I
was SO hot for this sexy young boy and his darling boy friend.

I continued licking his sexy boy ass, until I felt it loosen up enough for
my cock. I then mounted his sweet round cheeks, and brought the head of my
cock to that tight, hot hole my mouth had visited seconds before. "What do
you want me to do?" I heard Mike say.

"Please, I want you to fuck me in the ass, while I'm fucking Chris," I
said. But wet my ass hole and your cock with spit first." I figured that
Mike would spit in his hand and wet his cock and my ass with that, but kids
are funny sometimes. Mike got down off the bed, walked up to where Chris's
head was, and said, "Hey, Jeff wants you to suck my dick and get it wet."
Well, that's not exactly what I said, but I guessed it would do. Chris
sucked on Mike's cock, while I eased my penis into his too tight boy
hole. He squeezed my rod so tight all the way in, that I thought he'd push
all the blood out, but man, it felt great!

Mike then walked back to my ass, which was waggling obscenely in his face,
and said out loud, "Let's see, how can I get spit on your ass? I know, I'll
do what you did." I then felt a very warm, very wet tongue, wiggling its
way into my bowels. I felt like I was in heaven, having my cock deep inside
a 13 year old boys rectum, and a 14 year old boy's tongue licking up my ass
hole. He soon replaced it, though, with his hard dick, which he slowly slid
inside of me. He immediately filled me up, and I remembered the pleasure
I'd felt when Sasha's 9" dick had split me down the middle the other
day. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard!" I heard myself saying, as though from a
distance. "Fill me with your hot cum, fuck me!"

The feeling was indescribably hot, as he stroked over my prostate, causing
my nerve endings to tingle, and my dick to leak cum into Chris's ass. We
started stroking inside of each other's bowels faster and faster, and soon
Mike and I were ready to shoot our sticky loads. Mike came first, and I
could feel his smaller load hitting my rectum inside, a nice, warm feeling
that caused me, in turn, to shoot inside Chris's honey sweet ass. I gripped
his boyish hips, and pulled him onto me as far as I could, and shot a
large, continuous load of semen up into his anus. Finally, after I was done
twitching, I pulled out of his ass with a slight `pop' sound, and relaxed
behind him, as Mike pulled his cock out of me also. I watched my cum
dripping out of Chris's puckered anus, and was tempted to start licking it
up, when I noticed something about Chris.

Chris wasn't moving out of his 'hands and knees' position, and I asked him
what was up. "Put your hand under my dick," he said, which I did. I then
felt a few drops of what I thought was his cum, falling into my
outstretched palm, but when I looked, it was clear and watery.

"What the..." I said. When he let out with a loud fart, and Mike laughed,
I knew what was up. He was trying to piss in my bed, right in front of me,
and get that wet spot they had tried for!. I felt his flow of urine
increase dramatically right after the fart, and his piss was splashing down
onto my hand, and around it, in an increasingly forceful golden stream.

"Geez, Chris," I said, but knew I had to do something. I brought my head
under his hips while his yellow pee splashed all around on my face, and in
my hair, and put my mouth on the end of his cock, drinking in his piss. I
found to my surprise, that it had a wonderful flavor, although it was salty
and very hot. Pretty soon, though, I was greedily gulping his flow of pee,
and when he finally stopped his stream of tasty amber boy piss, I was
begging for more. Chris giggled, and said, "Ha ha Jeff, I finally got your
bed wet, even if I had to piss to do it!"

"Chris," I said, "you may not know it, but I think you discovered a whole
new world of fun with that practical joke!" I kissed him and Mike tenderly,
and after the two boys dressed and left, I dreamed about the fun we would
have at the cookout.


Are you enjoying the 'Boy Beach' series? What would you like to see happen?
Drop me a line at ecolio157h700@yahoo.com, and let me know, okay?

Jeff