Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2024 11:25:40 +0000
From: todryan2210 <todryan2210@protonmail.com>
Subject: Campfire Pissboy

This is a story about adult men and a tween boy and two of the characters
are father and son. Before I start I ask that readers remember this is a
work of fiction, none of these people are real and the story is just a
bit of fun. I tend to write shot stories which do not continue because I
honestly become bored if I write about a set of characters over and over.
I also don't often write a lot of detail like long descriptions of body
types, dick descriptions and positions because, again I often become
bored and scrap stories if they become bogged down and I'm not sailing
through quickly.  And now...

Campfire Pissboy

Opening descriptions:

Sam was 10, lightly tan skin, light brown slightly curly hair which was
allowed to grow out and was slightly wild, light brown eyes and charming
smile. His father Dale, looked like an older version of Sam, and Ed's
friend Trent also had brown hair and eyes but his hair was straight and a
little darker and his tan was also darker.  Dale was 30 and  Trent 25.

The area where they lived was rural and Dale lived even further back on a
road between two hills and was at a dead end so his house was fairly
secluded which was why his friend Trent liked to come to his house where
he felt like he could drink beer and kick back without worrying about
nosey people watching him.

Trent was a wild boy. He liked to party, and act free. Dale was also a
country boy but was much calmer and relaxed, but his son was becoming a
little wild himself as he liked to roam around the hills near his home
and had even been caught smoking. Trent encouraged his friend to
discipline his boy more, but little Sam had nearly died when he was born
and his mother had allowed him a lot of freedom before she decided she
needed freedom too and left the two of them.

One summer night as the sun was getting low in the sky Dale and Trent
built a fire in Dale's back yard as they often did and sit around
drinking beers as they often did and began to talk about life. Trent had
only been around for a little over a year as he'd only moved from another
county a little over a year before and stuck up a friendship with Dale.
He also liked little Sam but said shortly after meeting him the boy
needed a good hard spanking.

As he two of them began to talk Sam came over and kept interrupting them
and kept trying to wrestle with Trent even though he'd told him over and
over he was tired. Then Sam, frustrated by Trent ignoring him, pulled his
little pants down and stuck his little white butt up in the air at Trent.

Dale scolded him but Sam laughed and turned around shaking his tiny
little prick. Tren shuck his head and said to the boy 'Careful showing
that little boy butt and prick!" Trent said gesturing to the boy with a
beer clasped in his fist.

'You gonna spank me?!" Sam teased.

'Little boy, some men see a little butt, and little prick they'd do more
than SPANK that little ass!" Trent warned. 'I know, one used to love my
little cock and ass when I was about your age!" Trent said bluntly with
squinted eyes as he lay back in a lawn chair next to the fire.

Sam laughed, not understanding, but Dale looked at his friend shocked.
There was silence for a few moments and Dale asked Trent if he was ok.
Trent laughed, saying 'Fuck I'm alive and sitting here drinking a nice
cold beer around a nice big fire, I'm doing fucking amazing!" with a big
smile and laying back in the lawn chair and swigged his beer.

Dale smiled and acted as if he weren't concerned and Sam started picking
up sticks and throwing them in the fire. There was a long silence and
Trent could feel the mood had turned somber and spoke up saying 'Man
really I am good, fuck I even still talk to him, some men like fucking
little boys, not his fault, and I'm cool!" again with a smile.

Dale was shocked and asked if Trent really still talked to a man whom a
lot of people would consider an abuser. Trent shuck his head as if Dale
was asking a very stupid question and said he respected the man because
he stopped when Trent began to cry and said being a man himself now, he
knows stopping can be very hard and he'd been asked to stop before but
wanted to keep fucking, so he realized the other man must have felt like
that when he began to cry as a boy.

Dale's cock began to stir as Trent talked about his time with a pervy
man, Dale wanted to push for more details, but was afraid. He didn't want
Trent to think he was a perv, he didn't want to be a perv! But as he
struggled with his emotions, Sam came up again and started  pulling his
pants down again and mooning them again, knowing Trent would react.

Trent reached over and grabbed the boy from his chair and pulled him
closer as the boy laughed. 'Now little fucker, you're gonna find out I
ain't playun!" Trent said as he bent the boy over his knee.

'You can't spank me!" Sam shouted, but Trent  looked to Dale who seemed
curious and not eager to step in so Trent's  hand began  to smack the
little exposed bottom! 'If you pull out your little white ass in front of
me I can spank it!" Trent said as the little boy fought and flailed
around. The smacks weren't hard, just enough to cause a little redness,
but Sam began to cry from embarrassment. Dale watched, shaking his head
in shock.

'Spanking is traumatizing!" Dale said.

'I know! And trauma rewires brains, let's a person know they need to
adjust their behavior!" Trent said tapping the boys butt to drive home
his point. 'A little bit of trauma builds character!"

Sam sniffled and his crying began to subside. Trent began to rub his
exposed butt lovingly with a smile. 'I like you ya little fucker, but ya
need to learn respect! Understand?" Trent asked.

Sam quietly said he did and Trent let him up, but the boy immediately
bent over, mooning them again and turned around shacking his little prick
at them before running off laughing. .'Still think he's a poor little
hurt baby!?" Trent asked gesturing at the boy as he again picked up  his
beer and began to drink. Dale  laughed still in shock, but also hard!

Sam ran around the yard for a moment and then realized the men weren't
going to chase him, and they'd gone back to drinking. He still craved
attention and even though he was humiliated after being spanked, he was
curious of sensations he felt laying exposed across Trent's lap, and he
wondered if Trent would spank him again if he kept annoying him.

Trent and Dale were talking about spanking and Trent told Dale he should
spank Sam, and Sam was a tough little boy who not only could handle a
spanking but needed to be shown he was still a boy, not a man and quick
before puberty before teen hormones started to flow through the boy's
body!

Before Dale could even reply Sam was back, again with his little cock out
swaying back and forth and laughing. Trent again, reached out and grabbed
the boy who didn't try very hard to run, and the boy squealed as he
thought Trent would spank him again. 'Hush, I ain't gonna spank you!'
Trent said as he sat the boy on his lap and began to unbuckle his belt.

'WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Dale shouted as he watched his buddy start to open
his blue jeans!

'Hush, and let me work!" Trent said as he put Sam in the chair and stood
up, sliding his blue jeans down to reveal a very impressive uncut and
semi-hard cock which looked like a polish sausage between Trent's legs!
'Look at this! Now THIS is a cock!" Trent said, leaning over little Sam
who's own little prick was still out. He leaned over and pressed his big
floppy cock against Sam's little prick and let his low hanging nuts touch
the boy's little legs!

'See boy, I'm a MAN and you're still a tiny little boy! Ya understand!?"
Trent asked.

Sam didn't respond, he was mesmerized by the big dick covering his little
prick, but Trent knew the boy understood! Dale too was in shock and
amazed, he could see the cock  from his seat and thought he should
probably stop Trent, but he was more than curious, he was so hard his
cock hurt!

Trent looked over at Dale and smiled. 'Look, my cock comes up to his
navel!" Trent said and drunkenly laughed. 'See, if you keep pulling your
weenie out in front of grown men, one of them might put one of these
right up that little boy butthole!" Trent said staring at t Sam.

Sam gasped. 'That would hurt!" Sam said.

'Some men don't care! They don't like you like I do or like your dad
likes you, and they like tight little boy holes like you been showing!
Fuck, I don't like guys or boys, but that tight little butt you're waving
around...fuck you better be glad I like you!" Trent said, shooting the
boy a smile. 'Nice tight little hole wrapped around this big man
dick...but...self-control!"

Trent picked the boy up and sat back down in the chair, with the bare
bottomed boy sitting on his still exposed lap. Dale felt as if he were
watching from outside his body, and as Trent sat down he sighed and shuck
his head. 'Fuck! I can't believe I just watched you do that! I thought
you were really gonna try and fuck him or tell him to suck your cock!"
 Dale shouted.
'
Trent laughed and again said self control, but then after sipping on a
beer for a few seconds he looked over at Dale. 'But...he is gonna suck a
cock!" Trent said with his eyes half shut as he enjoyed the mix of manly
arousal and intoxication.

Dale gasped, and started to choke on his beer. 'What!?" He asked.

Trent smiled and reached down, and began playing with Sam's little prick
causing it to harden and stick straight up. Dale watched in shock, again
feeling as if he were outside his body.

'You gonna stop me from using your son!?" Trent asked Dale with a huge
smile.

'I don't fucking understand! I feel like I'm going crazy! ' Dale said as
he watched his friend playing with his son's little prick.

Trent laughed. 'I don't think you'll stop me from putting him on his
knees and draining my balls dry!" Trent said as he smiled though a
drunken haze.

Dale was stunned but didn't respond. '"Feel good?" Trent asked and Sam
moaned indicating he did enjoy being touched by Trent. 'Sam buddy, you're
dad's a big perv! He's been holdun back pervy urges for years! I can
tell!" Trent said. 'He's been wanting you to make his cock feel nice like
I'm doing with your little prick now, I think you need to show him some
respect and go make him feel good!"  Trent said.

'I ain't a perv!" Dale said, shocked Trent was calling him a pervert.

'Sam, go unzip your dad's jeans, and pull out his cock, if it's floppy
and soft put it back, if it's hard, lick it like  ice cream!" Trent told
the boy, who seemed less ready for a fight now, and got up.

Dale looked through a haze of beer and lust as his son came over and
started to unzip him. He thought he should fight, push his boy away and
tell Trent to fuck off, but he didn't, he let the boy unzip his jeans and
let his little hand reach in his underwear and pull out his throbbing
cock!'

Trent laughed and said he knew Dale was a perv and told Sam to start
licking! Sam slowly moved forward and his little lips parted, his little
tongue came out and made contact and Dale moaned loudly 'OH FUCK!" and
grabbed hold of Sam's head guiding him up and down. 'Suck it for me!' He
moaned. And the boy tried, but his teeth hit Dale's cock and Dale told
him to put his lips over his teeth and the boy did.

Trent sat back watching Dale being sucked by his boy and began to play
with his big cock as he watched. As he'd told  Dale and Sam, he wasn't
gay but the lust and pervy mood was causing his cock to react and he
remembered his own youthful pervy encounters with a man cock. As he
played though, he felt an urge to pee and he stood up and was about to
walk to the bushes but then he thought the boy did still need to
understand he's a boy not a man, so he walked over to the chair where
Dale was being sucked and as he smiled at Dale, he began to piss on
little Sam as he sucked moaning as the piss flowed.

'HEY!" Sam screamed as the stream hit him.

'Drink it!" Trent told him.

The boy hesitated but then as the stream flowed he laughed and began to
lap up the yellow drops as some  sprayed his face. 'Campfire pissboy!
That's your new nickname!" Trent said as he sprayed the boy.

'Fuck Trent!" Dale said as he lay back in a daze.

'You know you're still hard perv!' Trent said as the stream weakened.

As the stream died out, Trent's cock began to stiffen out and as Sam went
back to sucking his dad's cock, Trent positioned himself back his chair
but sitting on the edge a with little Sam's exposed boy butt held high,
he pressed his cock knob up against the little hole.

Dale looked at him confused and Trent smiled and said "I worked hard to
break this boy so I'm gonna pop his cherry!''

Dale looked concerned but Trent told him he would just put the tip of his
cock in Sam's hole and still a bit uneasy, Dale lay back and enjoyed the
sucking of his son while Trent began to ease his cock head in which
caused  Sam to moan as his little hole stretched as Trent's big cock head
began to  push in, but he didn't stop  sucking his father's cock.

The two men pumped their cocks causing the boy to gag and moan from being
stretched from both throat and ass! Feeling  a little boy on their dicks
and sharing drunken lust the men both felt an erotic high from Sam's
little moans and gags as his holes were stretched!

Just moments passed after Trent put his cock in and both men felt  their
bodies needing release as cum built up and Dale shouted 'Fuck him hard!"
as both men pumped their dicks and they began to shoot cum into the boy
up inside his butt, and down his little throat!

As their cocks drained, both men began to come out of a haze and both of
their cocks began to soften and pop out of Sam's holes. Trent laid back
in his chair and laughed telling Sam to go shower and as he walked away
Trent turned to Dale said to him 'He knows now he's boy and your a man,
but if you don't remind him, he will start being a brat again and grow to
be a punk teen!"

Dale said he would be sure and remind him and told Trent he hopped they
could do another campfire very soon!

End

So, I hope this story was enjoyed. I enjoy hearing from readers so don't
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