THE BOY WHO ASKS (Fiction) Jack Sprat While I'd been to camp many times, this was a new experience to Jesse, my tent mate. There's something about trees, fresh air and being away from conventional living that makes young males extra horny. Every season I'd share my tent with a greenhorn. When he goes home he may not have learned about outdoor survival, but he usually is well educated in male body pleasures. After lights out, I'd share a few dirty jokes, then say I was all hot and bothered and had to jack off... to rid myself of a load. I always asked my tent mate if he would come over and help me. If there was a long pause, I would ask if I could come over to his cot to help him. Usually, one or the other worked. Jesse, coming to assist me the first time, ended with his legs spread, me sucking his virgin cock, and my finger massaged his fresh asshole, He bucked around giving startling little cries and spurting his globs of warm cum . Spent but elated after this introduction, he asked when we could do it again. "I'm a teacher," I said. Every camp year I take a new boy, who asks, deep into the forest for a day of educational sex. They must be fully obedient if they are to learn everything, being punished if they don't do as I tell them. "Do you want to be my next boy?" "Sure!" Jesse answered enthusiastically, still feeling the glowing aftermath of his sexually spent body. ** The next day was warm. I wore loose cool clothes. My knapsack carried lunch and the other necessary training apparatus. Jesse arrived at the start of the trail bare chested, wearing tight Levi cutoffs. His young rounded butt pressed hard against its worn blue seat and a tight bulge pushed in front. White tennis shoes protected his feet. Jesse led. His long slender bare legs making even strides, pushing his butt tighter into the worn blue material. If the cutoffs were any sorter, his boy balls would hang in the open. If I stayed behind this young Adonis, I could lose all control and rape him on the spot. I took the lead. We cut off from the main trail, stepping into untravelled forest, slowly making our way through the bush to a secluded clearing along a small stream "We'll do it here," I said as I slipped off my knapsack, laid out a blanket. and reached for the colorful short feathered necklace. "This an ancient Indian ceremonial necklace, Jesse. When worn, you are a tenderfoot. When I remove it, you will have completed all lessons, a rite passing you to manhood. If you cowardly remove it during any instruction, you will be disgraced, and an Indian curse will follow you for life. Jess knelt in front of me and I slipped it over his head. I sat on a tree stump and motioned him to me. I flipped open the top brass button of his cutoffs. He wore no briefs. I continued to unbutton, his fly making an open "V" his hard cut prick standing erect in its middle. He stepped out of the dropped cutoffs, a beautiful smooth, naked teen boy, a patch of soft blond hair surrounding his young manhood. My left hand lightly grasped his shaft, my right moved below to his sac, rolling its contents. I slipped him to my mouth, my hot juices coating his tip, my tongue moving erotically about. His cock taste was terrific. Jesse's hands steered my head as he tried to fuck deeper, spraying his plentiful hot discharge about my mouth. I hugged and kissed him, gently helping his spent body to the blanket where we lay naked, feeling each others warmth as we snuggled tightly. Then we slept. Awakening, I reached down. He was hard, responding with an awake wiggle. I moved my finger over his lips until they opened, then traveled across his teeth and inner cheeks. When I asked, he showed me his tongue. I pulled it further, massaging his soft top throat tissues while his hot saliva flowed. He positioned over me doggy 69. My prick slipped through his lips into his warm wet heaven. Above me was his young male anatomy. I pulled his prick down and back, sucking, while receiving the pleasures of his young warm mouth working on my own tip. I lightly goosed his asshole, making him come first, then filled his mouth with my own strong spurts. Resting, we had a long conversation about a boys anatomy, circumcision, and taking precautions against the many diseases. I explained, as he grew, his attention could turn to women, but after today, he was going to be well above his peers in male sex feelings and experience. Rubbing his buttocks, I said, "OK, Jess. Now you'll learn about your asshole, but you've got to be cleaned out. Lay on your stomach and spread your legs for an enema." My penis climbed to erection thinking of sliding a tip up his butt. When I mentioned "enema" I watched his boy ass cheeks flexed tight. I took a thermos and poured the hot water in the bag, saving a small amount for a later, outer, butt cleanse. The bag had a long hose. I was able to hang it from a tree limb. The enema tip was from my collection, a half inch round, having a shaped penis head atop a six inch shaft of polished aluminum. I carefully applied Vasolene with even strokes. I sat on the tree stump. Jess dutifully laid over my lap. After a few rubs across his bare cheeks I opened him. "Easy." I said quietly. "Steady! Don't squirm!" I watched the tip open his hole, and disappear. "Two inches," I quietly murmured, continuing its travel. Two to go." "There! It's fully up your ass. Now, lie quiet." I studied my impalement, about two inches left sticking out, his inner muscle squeezing with a tight grip. I started the flow and watched the bag slowly collapse. Slipping out the dripping tip with brown streaks, I squeezed his butt cheeks together, helping him retain the water for several extra minutes, then he ran into in the forest. Returning, he got on all fours where I washed around the area with the remaining warm water. Dropping his head and pulling his legs in tighter, my tongue slipped into his crack, searching out his anal muscle, so relaxed it moved easily about with each push of my tongue. Jesse had reached under to his own prick, wildly masturbating, spurting on himself and the blanket. I cautiously ran my finger up his ass, followed with another. He could not be more relaxed. The feel of my penis sliding through Jesse's virgin sphincter with no hurt was unbelieveable for us both. It was soft, warm, and comfortable. Jess moaned with ecstasy and re-adjusted himself for deeper thrusts. I threw my last hard bang and pulled his butt in tight, my flow spurting with deep consummating penetration. We both slipped down on the blanket together, my limp prick pushed out by Jess's closing asshole. "This is why I brought you here, Jess. To teach you these feelings." I quietly said." Are you glad you came?" Jesse weakly bobbed his head then fell asleep. On his awakening, I would remove the necklace. the end.