Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2017 10:24:10 -0500 From: jon white Subject: Camp Shy III CAMP SHY III When I got over to breakfast the place was already thinning out. Speaking of which, I filled my tray and sat next to Nick. He is a skinny lad, another tent leader, and what caught my attention was his peter. Almost every time I had seen him he was hard, curving up and to the left, and his hardon was as skinny as its support system. Maybe seven inches, but no bigger around than Tim's rod. While eating we were talking about the wide variety of cocks in camp. By the end of breakfast we were both hard and his tool had a dribble of precum sliding down the glans. I couldn't stand it, I had to reach down, wipe it off with my forefinger and taste it. Ahh, what a lovely taste to end a meal! I told him he was the answer to my prayers: I'd never had rectal sex and his organ was perfect for ending my virginity. We dumped our trays, headed out the door and he said, "I'd really like to do that, but I have a soccer match to referee. I should be free about 10:30 so why don't we meet here then?" I was there, pacing around with a very hard cock at 10:15 and he arrived all boned up ten minutes later. As we headed for my fave clump of bushes he said, "Jeez, I've never run around a soccer field all morning with a woodie before. I kept thinking how good it would feel to have that big dick of yours up to the hilt in my butt. Maybe you'd best be on top so you can control the action, never having been screwed before. And besides, that way I can watch your boner enjoy it." His rubber was different from mine. "I got these from the dispensary. Handy for us little guys." "Not so little, you're longer than most, just skinnier," I said. He rolled it on, lubed it up, got on his back and I climbed on. I positioned the cockhead on my rosebud and lowered myself. It took a little pressure to pass his sphincter. I guess I just wasn't used to anything but a finger going backwards into my fanny but he slid in with no further effort at all. Nice. He felt nice in there. I stayed motionless for a little bit and my glans oozed a little precum. Nick wiped it clean with a fingertip, licked it off and smiled so I guess he liked the lick. I began to rise and fall on his lean machine and giggled. "So are you laughing at my little dicklet?" He said. "Heck no. I was just thinking: if I had any question whether I was really queer before now, I'm damn sure I am now," I said. He wanted to know whether I wanted him to cum in me or watch him squirt. "Oh watch. I haven't seen many guys unload but I've sure enjoyed seeing a cock squirt." "Well, you'd better get off because I'm about to." So I did, peeled off his raincoat and began to stroke his very hard weenie. "Your hand feels almost as good as your rectum and I'm almost...almost, oh YEAH!" He yelled, and his cock throbbed in my hand. His jizz was thinner than mine too, but it sure spurted a lot. What a sensation to feel his dick spasm in my paw and watch the splooge arc in the air. I counted nine shots before his cock was quiet. Cum was dripping off his belly, my hand, and it was quite a mess of boy goo. "Boy, I wish I could produce a shower like that!" I said. "Well, I'd like to see what kind of a load you deliver out of that leaky boner too. How would you like to get there?" He said. I was really ready for some relief and a good sucking was at the top of his list and that suited me just fine. He wanted me standing so he could do me on his knees. "But my only condition is I want to see that big boner squirt so promise me you'll let me know when you're going to blow." I reminded him of the old adage that an erect penis has no conscience but I really would tell him in time. Besides, I liked to watch my boner squirt too. I suppose when I've had a lot more sex and the novelty has worn off I can last longer. He was sucking less than massaging my cock with his tongue and keeping pretty much away from my cockhead, everybody's most sensitive spot. Even so it was only a couple of minutes until the tightening sensation behind my balls told me ejaculation was not far away. So I told him and he stopped sucking and moved beside me instead of in front. He used the tip of his finger to slowly circle my glans. Normally that wouldn't be very exciting but my knob was so sensitive it was a really hot feeling. "Talk to me. Tell me what you're feeling," he said. I was staring at my tool. It was leaking precum and he kept smearing it oh so lightly over my boner head. "Conflicted. I wanna cum, I NEED to cum! But it feels so good I don't want it to stop," I said. So he stopped. "Tell me tomorrow morning you'll stick that big cock of yours up my ass," he said. "Oh God, YES! Before breakfast!" I whined. So very slowly he began to just tickle my piss slit. My dick was so hard, the glans so swollen the skin looked like it might split. My belly muscles were twitching now. "Right there now, right now....ooo, OOH YEAH, I'm gonna...CUM!" My cock jumped off his fingertip and erupted. The first spurt was thin, clear juice, mostly precum, and it shot out almost three feet. The next five were much thicker and off white going out maybe two feet from my leaping tool. They were so violent racing through my cock they felt more like solids than liquid. "Boy, I can hardly wait for tomorrow when I can feel that big cock jumping in my shitter," Nick said. Pete didn't know what the attraction was. The boy kept mostly to himself. He wasn't remarkable size wise. Sort of thin build, smallish dick, always soft, but a cute guy. Long hair, pretty reddish blonde. Pete noticed his lips: reddish, almost like he was wearing lipstick. But every time Pete saw him, his peter rose. This afternoon the boy was standing alone by the soccer field watching the game. Up went Pete's peter and he walked up and introduced himself. "Billy," the boy said, and he shook Pete's hand. Billie's handshake was soft, like a girl's. They chatted while they watched the game and after a while Billy said, looking down at Pete's boner, said "So you're gay?" "Well, I guess so. I mean, I didn't think so when I came to camp. I haven't done any gay stuff, I mean sex, but my weenie keeps saying yes. And every time I see you it does this." And Billy looked down to see Pete's cock pointing straight up at the sun. Billy's little organ was now hard, maybe a little over four inches, and also pointing up, almost as vertical as Pete's. TO BE CONTINUED