Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2017 11:43:59 -0400 From: jon white Subject: Camp Shy VIII CAMP SHY VIII The Camp Clinic closed at 5:00 and Pete was waiting in Darla's parking lot at 4:45. He was half crazy when she finally showed up at 5:52. "I'm sorry you had a long wait. I had to clean up some paperwork at the Clinic and stop at the grocery store. But I didn't know you'd be panting at my doorstep." She looked down at the tent in his shorts, smiled, and said, "It looks like you missed me." She opened the door, dropped her groceries in a chair and gave him a very long, very wet, very French kiss. "It feels like you missed me too," Pete said, feeling her erect "clitoris" on his leg. The groceries were put away and they were naked in record time. "Oh goody, your poison ivy has cleared and I can finally taste my first penis," Darla said. Pete offered to suck her at the same time but she declined: "I want my undivided attention on your weenie." She must be enjoying it, Pete figured, because her "clitty" started to ooze precum in no time. He wanted to lick it off but his position precluded that so he harvested it with a fingertip and licked his lips. Yummy. He wondered if pecker juice ever tasted less than delicious. Her sucking technique was terrific too and he was pleasantly surprised. He'd expected rookie clumsiness and clearly this tranny was a special gurl! Maybe it was his seemingly interminable wait but probably his feelings for her were more than just sexual, but whatever the cause, his dick became supersensitive, the tension in his pelvis rapidly ramped up and that most glorious feeling a man can have, that of imminent ejaculation, arrived. "Oh Jesus, I'm almost there already..," he whined. She lifted her head and began to just tickle his piss slit with the tip of her tongue. "Close, oh yeah, so close now....so..OOOHHH GOD!" His dong jerked up from her tongue and erupted with a two foot high spurt of cum, the first part of which plastered her left ear. The next eight squirts shot almost as high and the last one just oozed out. "Holy cow! That must be a world record. Apparently you really missed me," she said. "Yeah, except for your ear," he said. Pete licked her ear clean, gave her a cummy kiss and said, "Now, how can I pay you back?" Darla: "I guess an eye for an eye." Pete said he'd love to but he'd like to watch when she unloaded too. Her organ was a virtual fountain of precum, now with a stream dripping down that lovely cock. He licked it clean and took it all into his mouth just circling it with his tongue. In short order he let her go while he retrieved her tube of lube from the bedside table, greased up his finger and slid it up her pooper. He gently fingerfucked her as he sucked. She started to giggle. "Oh my. If you told me five years ago I'd enjoy this I'd think you were nuts." So he used his thumb to massage her nuts. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning quietly then her prostate swelled and hardened and he yanked his head away just in time to watch her blow. "EEEEEEEE!" She yelled as her rosebud spasmed on his finger and her clitty erupted. Fascinated he watched her dick dance and squirt. Over and over she squeezed his finger and spurts of gurl jizz flew up a good foot in the air and splashed on her tummy and lower chest. "Whew, worst orgasm I ever had," she said and they both got a good chuckle out of that. "How about we try it again after work tomorrow," she said. He was at her door and a note was taped to it: "Pete, I'm in bed with a sore throat and a miserable cold. Hope you didn't catch it. Afraid I'm out of circulation for a few days. D" There he stood with a hardon and no target. He understood the rule about no cell phones in camp, the purpose of which was to have the campers personally interact rather than having their faces buried in their phones but one could have saved him a long walk for nothing. Walking back from her apartment he remembered a camper named Will. The boy was a cutie but an oddball, no pun intended, because he had only one 'nad. It was oversized and hanging below what looked like a big dick when erect. So I went looking. He sighted Will later in the afternoon, walked over to him, and said, "I'm curious. What happened to your other nut?" "I guess it was too big to drop down into my scrote so a surgeon had to remove it," Will said. I told him I was also curious about how his remaining one worked and Will said, "Best way to answer that is to show you." And we headed for the woods, both of us with boners wagging in front of us. His was about my size, around eight inches but with a small pointy head. He went straight to s little glade in the bushes. Apparently used previously because there were two cum laden rubbers hanging from a bush. "So, what's your pleasure?" Will said. I told him he had the ideal dong for fucking but I wanted to see how that big ball performed too. "OK, how about I cum on your face," he said. He wanted me on my back, so I assumed the position while he rubbered and lubed. He was gentle easing his pecker in my pooper and it felt good. He was watching my cock bounce while he did the old in and out. "Boy, I want that big cockhead in my mouth after I unload," he said. He took his time and I never enjoyed getting cornholed more than his effort. My dick liked it too. A little string of precum appeared and Will reached down and then licked his finger. "Delicious, just delicious, but I'm about to pop," he said, and pulled his tool out. His cock was now in front of my face and I peeled off his rubber. When I milked his woody I was rewarded with a nice collection of his Cowper pre ejaculatory juice and it too was yummy. I began to lightly stroke his very hard organ and he said, "Get ready to get your kisser bathed 'cause I'm real close now." TO BE CONTINUED