Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2011 12:22:11 -0800 (PST) From: Julian Otero Subject: First Summer Camp Adventure parts 1, 2, 3. You may have read this story when first posted several months ago. In this edition parts one and two have been "fleshed out" with more detail and I have added a new third part. Whether this story goes any further depends. The only reward I get from writing is to know I gave you a strong and satisfying orgasm: something I hope for when I read other authors. I'd like to know if I had that effect on you. Julian, ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com. Part 1 My First Summer Camp Adventure I said goodbye and watched my son walk away toward his first summer camp adventure. I saw his little tight butt and reminisced about my own first summer camp--the same one he was headed toward. A whole storehouse of happy memories from my time there played in my head. On the drive home I recalled the most pleasurable ones. The best thing about camp was freedom, the joy of freedom with other boys my age. Free of my parents and teachers, the large and small restrictions imposed by adults, at camp I was free to run and jump, make noise and explore, get dirty, climb trees and swim naked. Released for a time from the clean and organized upper middle class life of my parents into the organized anarchy of camp was liberating. Most liberating: the private sex games, the pleasure and discovery of what lay beyond solitary masturbation. I played with my cabin mates and they played with me! We explored and exchanged what we knew, and tried things. The teenage counselors assigned to us taught us things too. I wondered if my boy Luke, 11 years old, might have the same fun. On the drive home I recalled the five other boys in my cabin and our seventeen year-old counselor, named Derrick. The counselor was good-looking, easy going, and all of us kids admired him. The first cabin meeting was an eye opener. Seated before him in a circle on the floor the night we arrived, Derrick told us the deal. "Outside our cabin you gotta follow the all the camp rules, but inside we're gonna be like family, and you can relax. I believe in freedom, as much as you can handle." We could be as messy as we wanted, could sneak in snacks, could keep a pet frog if we wanted. We asked lots of questions to test his permissiveness and there was little he ruled out of bounds indeed. Did we have to obey the curfew? We had to be in at curfew but if someone slipped out to visit another cabin and got caught Derrick wouldn't know a thing. Could we curse? Could we go without underwear: No problem. How about Penthouse? Could we sneak girls in? Sure, if we could find them. Closest girls' camp was fifteen miles. And so on. Finally he concluded with this: "Inside here you guys can go naked if you want, clothes are optional." Wow! Now that was really super awesome and we all made sounds of approval. What a way to start the six weeks! Our cabin was the Shawnee cabin, so we were Shawnee braves. As we listened closely Derrick laid out some of the fun things we could do together. We would paint our bodies and have secret words and rituals only he knew, go exploring places only he knew, sleep in the woods and swim naked. Alex, who seemed the coolest camper and most experienced of us at 14, asked if we could like, j.o. if we had to, would it be all right to do it in our bunk? Derrick seemed to know this question was coming. "You guys when you're walking around naked might pop a bone. It's ok. You bone up, it's natural--don't worry. And guys, if you need to whack off...I guess I should say, when you DO whack off...(laughter)...you don't have to go sneak off behind a tree and get some poison ivy on your ass. You can do it here and nobody is to diss anybody for it, understand?" And finally, any kid who wanted privacy while doing it could use Derrick's little bedroom whenever they needed it. "Whack when you want, how you want." He had two younger brothers and they all three jerked-off without any shame and handsome Derrick wanted us to feel likewise. Derrick, so super cool! We looked at each other, our mouths open as if to say, "can you believe it?" He was just like the older brother we all wanted, whether we had one or not. The dude would allow us boys to be boys and let us take care of our sexual needs without having to be sneaky about it. How cool is THAT? When we climbed into bed that night most of us had hardons. Through that dark first night there was lots of movement under the sheets and blankets, and through the cool night air sighs and moans lingered for a while. I know I took tissues to bed with me and used them. Remembering this as I drove home I felt my cock jam up in my tight jeans. Through the cloth I used my fingertips on myself and daydreamed more. Inside the first week most of us we going naked. Derrick--we nick named him "Dee"â€" led the way the first night. When he checked on us at lights out we could see what he had between his legs. It looked very big and half hard. He had a very attractive body that was well shaped and proportioned perfectly. Dee was a swimmer, a runner, rode his bike for miles, played tennis and was generally physically fit with flawless glowing skin, his sperm-filled smooth balls seemed packed with adolescent energy. He moved his body gracefully because everything was so well coordinated. And when he spoke to any of us we listened because he smiled and fixed us with clear blues eyes and a seductive voice. We six boys exchanged comments about our counselor's body which we often saw naked or barely covered with a thong. That was another thing about Derrick: We thought only girls wore a thong, but here was this sexy dude wearing one with stunning effect, teaching us boys can be sexy too. He had a collection of them and he let any of us who wanted try one on. I did and got an instant hard on. "How's it feel?" one of the other campers asked. "Like I have nothing on...great!" "Does it hurt your butt?" Hurt? No. "It makes my ass feel all tingly...and up my back too. It feels... good!" I was getting a new sensation in that spot and it was a bit confusing. Derrick came over to adjust its fit and cupped his hand under the pouch. He was actually feeling me up right there in front of the other kids. I closed my eyes and felt dizzy. The thong was too big for me and I took it off and went to my bed and got under the covers. I jerked off and was unashamed to do so even though they all knew what I was doing. Yes, we six agreed Derrick was pretty cool--the highest praise we knew to award. Inside of a few days he had us 12 and 14 year olds in the palm of his hand. We'd do anything for him and we all knew it. Now, writing this so many years later, I'm certain we were in love with him though unaware of it. We would have been embarrassed to call it that anyway. In the late morning of the middle of the second week I was returning from free swimming and stepped into the dark cabin. There was handsome Derrick seated in a chair, legs outspread, holding the base of his large hard cock. It was breathtaking! The light from the small window bounced off the large mauve colored head and was the instant focal point of my vision. Two boys, two braves, Alex and Steven, were seated on the floor very close to him. They had marked their faces with white paint. "I do it everyday at home...sometimes two times. Even three times, once!" said Alex proudly, hoping to impress. Derrick chuckled and looked at me and smiled. I knew everything was cool. I closed the door and stepped closer. Steven's shy voice asked, "Derrick...you...ah...ever had someone blow... you know ...suck?" "Yeah...." That ever-present smile flashed white teeth also. A few freckles dotted his nose. His lips were red and moist. The features of his face were without blemish. And our athletic counselor's body was evenly tanned all over with just the suggestion of the lines of a Speedo fading away. He had abs. "How old were you first time?" "Nine or ten." I could see the boys on the floor were fondling themselves. I peeled off my damp swimsuit and joined them. Up close I could study our counselor carefully. I could smell the soap he used that morning. I realized how long is eyelashes were. I envied his torso, the swell of biceps. His pointy nipples were dark and looked rubbery. Every part of him seemed erotic and charged with sexual energy. His hairless tight balls looked full and exerted an effect on me: I felt my mouth get moist and my tongue press against my teeth. I wanted to put my face between his legs to kiss and suck those balls. "Your brothers, huh?" remarked Alex. Derrick nodded yes and started to stroke himself slowly. "Jacky was seven years old," he said dreamily. "Same age as me when I first did it to my brother!" revealed Steven. Derrick now held his cock between both palms. "Shit, I'm so horny. I have a girl friend at school and she sucks me off but I haven't seen her for two weeks!" As he said this he placed his foot gently on Steven's thigh, rubbing with small tender movements. Alex reached across the small distance and wrapped his fingers around the rigid dick. We all four knew what was going to happen. What now impresses me so much is the casual way we did what we did. Steven leaned forward and took that seventeen-year old seven-inch cock into his mouth. It was awesome to watch and I wanted to do it too. I wanted to experience the thrill of sucking dick, especially that one. I wanted to give pleasure to this older boy whom I admired so much, who seemed to need release so much. Alex held on as Steven began to bob up and down on it. It was delightful to see the look of bliss on the older boy. This went on for some minutes, then the two braves changed places. I figured I would get my turn. Derrick began to moan and hump upward with his pelvis. You could tell his cum was close and would be powerful. He started to curse softy. "Fuck...you kids...oh god! christ, you got a sexy mouth, Alex .... suck my cock! ... suck! ... make me cum!!" With that encouragement hands and mouth worked with more determination. I knew about cocksucking and the things that boys could do with each other and here it was right before me in all its erotic glory. Derrick saw me standing there rubbing my super hard cock and motioned me closer. I was on the edge. He leaned toward me and took my boner into his mouth greedily. One hand went to my ass and with rough force he pushed me deeper into his mouth. "Derrick.... ...Derrick.... I'm ready," I warned him. I was moments away from unloading. For a split second he popped me out. "Yes" he shouted, "do it, little fucker!" And I did. More than I had ever done, partly because he jabbed a stiff finger against my asshole. It was exquisite. Then he orgasmed on the two boys below. I don't know how much they swallowed, but a lot of sperm decorated their faces. After that little episode we three were frequently in Derrick's bed at night. Eventually all six young teens in that cabin had sex with Derrick at least once: either jerking or sucking, or both. But it was we three, me Dylan, Alex and Steven, he seemed to want most frequently. He was the first one to fuck me. I was lucky: he was so gentle and tender. He was like a lover. That night Steven and I were in Derrick's room while Alex was having sex with one of the boys in the next cabin he'd become friends with. Steven was dead-on cute like the type that girls get wet for. The boy was the first of us to run around naked. He had a mile-wide smile complimented with dimples and big, limpid, brown eyes and a mop of hair down over his ears. You'd want to kiss his soft red lips no matter he was a boy. His cock was cute too; not too small, not too big, and seeming to be hard all the time. Derrick had just finished making Steven cum-off by jerking him. Then the younger boy left to climb into his own bed. Derrick got up and turned off the light. "Come here, Dylan," my counselor said softly in the small darkened room. I sat next to him on the narrow bed. All was quiet except for the pulsing of crickets in the humid night. Some dim light seeped into the room from outside. His place smelled of the unmistakable scent of an older boy: sexy and musky. He put his arm around me and whispered in my ear. "Dylan, I got my eye on you. Ever since you arrived I watched you. You got a hot little body for a boy. My girlfriend: man does she have a hot little body and she lets me fuck her. She won't let me into her cunt, just her ass. Man what a fabulous ass she has! My bone gets like a rock when I think about it." I listened and said nothing; I felt a quiet pride to receive such praise. I hadn't touched any girl, only boys. His lips were very close to my ear. "Your ass Dylan, it reminds me of hers. I been lookin' at your ass and it gets me hard." With that interesting piece of news he shoved his wet tongue into my ear. To be praised in sexual terms like this was new and exciting to me. And the ear attack fired off a whole bundle of new thrills too. Of course I knew what he wanted. I remembered his finger in my ass that first time. Could one boy fuck another? Of course. I'd been hearing about it for years. Could I get his rather sizable cock in my little virgin hole? I was a fair question. A few times when I jerked off I tried various objects more or less shaped like the real thing, and my fingers often. He flung his arms around my waist and we tossed and tumbled, our smooth, tanned and slick bodies joining and sliding together, my entire skin energized with erotic pleasure, as sensitive as my cock. When my nose was near his armpit the male smell of him was a surprise and my rigid dick experienced a surge of blood. I squeezed his upper arms to feel for myself their bulging strength. I felt his pectorals and then licked them, which made him laugh. When I took one of the protruding nipples in my mouth he sighed and went limp into the bed sheets and groaned. He let me suck both for a while all the time murmuring little curses, paying compliments my talented mouth. He just lie there and let me do as I pleased for about half and hour. Only later did I learn what we were doing was called foreplay. I moved around so I could suck him. "Oh, sweet, sweet... boy. I like this so much." His adult-sized cock strained my jaw and I kept at it few just a few minutes. No matter; in that short space of time I had crossed a threshold: I had a boy's cock in my mouth. But not just any cock. His! In joy I rubbed my whole body against him and got still more aroused. We grappled and tangled together and when I squeezed my arms around him it was so tightly it made him laugh and he kissed me on the lips, eyes, ears and neck. Derrick felt me all over but kept returning to the region of my ass. A few times he maneuvered so his face was an inch from my little crack and I felt his hot breath. I was waiting for him to ask. I was the shy virgin. I was only twelve. He didn't ask. Finally, I lay face down and opened my legs. I loved him and I trusted him. He wouldn't hurt me. Now he put his face against my ass and I felt his tongue press on my anus. It was wild! It was a new dirty sensation and I loved it. If Derrick was doing it couldn't be wrong. Part of me wanted to get the other guys and show them what was happening. I opened wider and he moaned and pressed his assault because now he knew he would have me. Not by words but by my body I showed I wanted him. His anal massage lasted such a long time! When he asked if I liked it my reply admitted the pleasure I was experiencing was beyond anything that ever happened to me before. By that I guess he judged I was ready because he groped under the mattress for something. Of course! Vaseline! (Remember, I was a virgin in boy-fucks-boy matters). Against my boy-pussy the head of his cock felt so much bigger than it looked. Even now I can feel it as I write. I tensed up some. But he knew what to do... "Here's how to do it: squeeze your butt and a little bit will go in. That's it! You feel that? Keep on doing that." I did. At first there was a little pain, but the surprise was I was I pulling him in; he wasn't pushing his way in. When I realized that my little sphincter relaxed and quite a lot of his dick slid in me and I gasped. He stopped and said we'd rest a while. The brief pain went away replaced by...what? What did I feel? Fullness. I felt captured. I felt protected. I felt like a girl! I felt like his cunt! And it was fabulous! The realization made me wiggle my ass, which signaled I was ready for more. He began to slide in and out of me setting a pace that increased gradually. I was really being fucked just like a girl. I felt merged with him, completely surrendered to him. He sensed this and turned his attention to his own need; he pushed into to me with vigor. The rhythm of sexual intercourse: an older boy teaching a younger boy how to be his girl. With each hard thrust my body was drilled deeper into the thin mattress. Quietly, so the others beyond the thin door might not hear, he made grunts, sort of brutal and a bit scary. He touched something deep inside me making my cock leak all over the bed. Through his gritted teeth I heard my name cursed and my ass praised. Among other things I was "the best little fuck" he had all summer. When the end arrived I could feel his dick expand in two, three, four spurts. We lay side-by-side for a long time covered in perspiration and delicious satisfaction. Slowly the sound of the crickets returned to my ears. That night an intimate part of him was in me and I felt forever united with him. Part 2 Boy of a Certain Age I was so far away thinking about my first fucking I barely saw the truck coming fast on my right. Ok, nothing happened. I braked in time then noticed the big as life stop sign. When my heart began to slow I could feel the pulsing hardon in my jeans. I wasn't 12 years old anymore, but I wanted to cum just as badly as if I was that age again. My teacher in love between boys that night put a beautiful glow in my asshole that took many hours to fade away. As I sat at breakfast with my friends next morning I could still feel the tingling his cock had put there. Over pancakes we chatted about what we were going to do that day, but behind my own chirping was a smug attitude toward the other kids along the lines: I got fucked last night by beautiful Derrick. Can you match that? I'm not a virgin anymore! To shake the truck from my mind I decided to hit the mall for a pair of Mephisto shoes I wanted. My hand action while behind the wheel along with the movies playing in my mind had me in a low grade horned up state and I figured I'd toss off a cum when I got home, or, if Betty was there, screw the shit out of her ass, one of her favorite ways. The mall was pretty empty so early on a Saturday morning. On my way to the shoe store I stopped in the men's room for a needed piss. A kid of about 14 was leaving as I approached and I guess my horned up condition led me to check him out from top to bottom. Not bad, not bad at all. Slim, dark hair, cute bedroom eyes, snug ripped jeans, silver studs and chain. I was finishing at the urinal when the door opened and the same kid came up next to me. He unzipped, put his hands on his hips then pushed his pelvis forward. Ok little dude, let's see if you're serious. No one else was around. I turned and smiled at him. A sliver stud in his small ear. Nice long fingers. Maybe some lip-gloss. An EMO kid. There were lots of them in our area He was turned partly toward me and his nice smooth dick looked part way ready for action. I whistled and he palmed his cock and it started to grow more. "Feel good?" "Yeah...man." "You want help?" "Sure." "Ok." "Twenty dollars?" Despite the money deal his tone of voice led me to think he was inexperienced, like he wasn't sure if he'd priced himself too high or low. Since I was about to drop over $200 on a pair of shoes, that nice looking teenage dick was a bargain. Besides, I hadn't sucked any dick since high school so I wanted to find out if I still liked it. And his shyness was attractive. "My car. Don't follow too close." "K... did this before." He wasn't real handsome, but if you liked dark skinned kids with a slender body squeezed into tight jeans and a mop of black hair, he was good looking. He had a beak like nose and lips that were large and seemed made for sucking. His skin was smooth which made up for any other deficits. Nice teeth too. He was comfortable with himself, which reassured me. Side by side in my SUV we talked for a while. His father was Moroccan and his mother Italian. He was 15. School was ok. A couple of his friends also hustled though not at this mall. His father was an "asshole." I didn't ask for details. He wasn't gay according to his own estimation but didn't mind sucking cock for money. He and his friends started sucking each other when they were twelve. As he talked I could see he was excited and already hard. And he sought grown men because we had the money. For twenty I could blow him and for an additional twenty he'd suck me, but I had to promise not to cum in his mouth. For a hundred dollars I could fuck him right here in the back of the car, unless he judged my cock too big for his young boy-pussy. He'd been earning this kind of money at the mall on and off for about three months. I went straight for the forty-dollar deal. Those nice large lips got a good work out and when I warned him I was about to cum, he said it was ok, he'd changed his mind, I could shoot in his mouth. I let go with a flood of sperm remembering high school scenes like this and because the kid apparently decided he liked me enough to take my cum after all. A bunch of pictures flicked through my mind instantly as I shot my load: Derrick... then Alex and Steven, other boys... and...and... yeah, my son. My son. His little tight butt. What did that mean? Was I hiding something from myself? Luke: he was very attractive. Now at camp, was he doing the same things I did? Was my son learning the kinds of things boys do when alone? In the car I felt up my little adolescent mall-whore and could tell he was in commando mode and wet. He let me kiss him because I wanted to taste myself on those fine lips. I unzipped him, bent down and closed my eyes and thought of Derrick, of Steven and Alex, high school days...and my son again. My little hustler had a pleasant taste which I recognized as Old Spice mixed with fresh testosterone. Soon another twenty bucks went into his piggy bank as his cum went into my mouth. The little mall rat came easily and after so many years adolescent sperm on my tongue tasted just fine. I drove the kid a short distance to a bus stop; we said good-bye and promised to look out for each other on our next trip to the mall. He said his name was Tom, but who knows? Then I circled back for the shoes. My son's body kept appearing in my mind. As I parked again I made an admission to myself that I had buried for who knows how long. Shoes: we hardly ever wore any at camp. Besides, they were always getting misplaced or deliberately hidden. Like I said, we always wore the minimum outside, and inside often nothing at all. Once Derrick had my ass he wanted on a regular basis. The others soon caught on and I was teased mildly. There was envy in their teasing and I was secretly proud to be his "girlfriend." I became sort of his mascot and assistant, always the first chosen for the fun jobs. I reveled in my status. At 14 Alex was the oldest camper in our group. Near the end of the six weeks I found myself walking beside him after we left supper. "Dylan, how's it feel when Derrick does it?" I knew what he meant but wanted to make him use direct words. "Does what?" "It ... you know, to you." "What?" It was neat to tease an older kid this way. "You little shit! You know what I mean. How's it feel when he puts his dick up your ass?!" "Oh, that! It feels great! Why? You want to try it?" "Yeah." "With him?" "Yeah." I wasted no time letting Derrick know Alex's butt was available. When word got around everyone wanted to be part of it. Alex couldn't back out even if he wanted to. We were all pretty much open about all the sex things we were doing anyway, so all that was left to close out the summer was a little orgy. We really got into it. To make our plans seem more mysterious we set it up for midnight when the whole camp was quiet. The big table in the center of the cabin was shoved out of the way, replaced with a pile of blankets and pillows. Derrick gave us some incense sticks to light. We lit some candles. The cabin was all deep shadows and silhouettes of our naked bodies. We painted white marks on our bodies. Someone had woven a headband of berry leaves that we put on Alex while the rest of us stuck feathers in our hair. We placed our "virgin" down on his back. He had a hardon already but looked worried, as if he might want to call it off. That's where I came in. I stood over the boy straddling his chest. Two years younger, I felt so superior. I asked him if he was ready to enter manhood, to be a protector of the tribe, a warrior, and some other made up mumbo-jumbo silliness. It was a little goofy and I tried hard to keep a straight face for his sake but he seemed to have lost his voice. I told each brother-brave to kiss Alex on the lips, to touch tongues with him, and then kiss his cock. To my surprise everyone took it seriously and followed my instructions. That seemed to relax Alex some. "Are you ready?" I asked again. This time he nodded willingness, but I told him we had to hear say it. A timid "yes" was all we got. Secretly I admired him for doing all this in front of an audience. Now Derrick emerged with a sheet over his shoulders and a reversed baseball cap on his head. Sticking straight out from the sheet was that magnificent cock of his which we all had sampled one way or another during the past weeks. Keeping my to my role as leader of the ceremony I instructed Alex to turn face down, then I put a small pillow under his hips. "Open your legs. I'm going to get you ready," I said Of course he complied and I got down on my knees and leaned forward. The other campers made groans when I spread open his nice round cheeks and began to lick. I made him as wet as I could with saliva, as I had done a number of times to Derrick. He was clean but nervous and a bit musky. All the better for me: I loved it. My unashamed display was getting the others excited and I was ready to bounce off the walls myself. It was at this point for the first that I started to produce pre-cum time without being touched. The boy under me began to lift up slightly so I figured now or never. With the vaseline I had at hand I put a gob on his pinkish asshole and lots on Derrick's rigid member and got out of the way. He was on the kid fast and pushed just the head in. Alex began to grunt alarmingly. "Alex," I said, "squeeze your butt checks together now, and let go. That's what I do." "It hurts." "I know. It does at first, but if you squeeze a few times it won't" "It hurts. I...don't...I think...stop. Stop, Derrick!" "Ok, ok...calm down." I had Derrick back off and wait while I used my finger on Alex gently. "Squeeze, Alex, like I said. Keep doing it." I felt my finger being drawn inward. "See...feel that? I'm not pushing. Does that hurt?" "No, not really...a little..but...ok." We did that for a while until I got two fingers in at the same time and I felt Alex's anus relax spontaneously. "You're ready now." "Put yours' in first Dylan...just for a minute...you're smaller," Alex requested. I was more than happy to comply. I did sink into him rather easily and there was no way I could pull out until I enjoyed the feeling of having my dick in this good looking boy's ass, the first time I ever did such a thing, and to an older kid no less! With just a few short, easy thrusts I came, leaving my sperm in his deflowered ass. "I fucked you, Alex!" I said, amazed that I had done it. The other boys said it was awesome. Then I rolled off quickly for the main event before he could change his mind. Derrick moved into position again. Alex was a quick learner and didn't want to look bad in front of us all so he clenched and let go until the relaxing happened and that entire lovely seventeen-year-old dick was in his fourteen-year-old ass. I admit it. I was jealous. Derrick fucked him until he came hard in that boy's ass. I didn't like it. For the next hour or so we young ones all played with each other in different ways. Derrick tried to fuck me before he went to bed but I was too jealous to let him. I sulked like a little pussy. We all got satisfied one way or the other; me, I sucked off cute Steven. Gradually the candles went out and we all faded into our bunks. Next morning it was up as usual, piss, shit, wash, eat breakfast...and before we all knew, the summer fun was over. Luke came bounding toward me with a big grin, happy to be home from his first summer camp. He gave me a routine hug and started babbling out all the great things that he'd done and the neat things that had happened at camp. We loaded his trunk in the car and I saw how tanned he'd become, how the sun had bleached his hair, that he'd put on a few pounds and seemed stronger and more fit. And the shorts he wore--they were cut off old jeans--they were really short and tight. "Where you get the shorts?" I asked since we hadn't sent them off with him. "This kid Nathan. We traded." In the car his excited monologue continued. Luke couldn't contain himself: he wanted me to know everything at once and gushed about all aspects of the six weeks, especially the new things he learned to do. His happiness was contagious and made me so glad. His voice sounded a little deeper, but how could that be? He was still only eleven. On he went like a locomotive. As we got closer to home his talk stopped. I thought he'd fallen asleep but when I glanced over, no, he was staring ahead, an absent look in his pretty eyes. "Tell me about Nathan." More silence. We drove on. "Nathan?" I asked again. He kept me waiting for a few long seconds, then had a question. "Dad, can boys have...can two boys, I mean...have sex, like with a girl..." "You mean?" "I saw two boys fucking Dad." "How did you feel about that?" "You think it's right? I mean, ok? Isn't it queer or something?" "If two people like each other...like each other a lot...even if it's two boys or two girls...they sometimes have sex together. There's nothing wrong with it. Why put a bad label on it like "queer?" "You mean that? You really, really mean that?" I let his question hang in the air for awhile while I thought about whether I should say what was on the tip of my tongue, whether I should intrude on my young son's privacy. This was a very delicate moment and I wanted not to mess it up. We'd talked about sex a few times, but never boy-on-boy sex. When I looked over, his pretty face had such an expression of anxious waiting I plunged in. "Are you asking me about you and Nathan?" First he nodded that he was, then in a kind of horse voice said, "Yes, Dad." Ok. Here goes: "If the two of you liked each other, wanted to get close like that...I think that's just fine." It was the best thing I could think to say. My statement made tears come to his eyes. He leaned over and hugged me, then kissed my cheek. "I love you Dad," he said with quiet conviction and settled back into his seat. My own eyes misted up and I had a little trouble driving. "Love is a good thing, Luke. Best thing in the world. And Luke, I love you son, I love you so much." Part 3 Boy of A Certain Beauty His real name was Jamal, not Tom. I thought I'd forget him but I didn't. At various moments at work or home his smooth, slender body came to mind. His face, the glory of his hair, the warmth between his soft thighs led me to daydreaming. I reflected on the way he held his erection for me to suck, the thrust of his hips near orgasm, his quick, shy panting when as he ejaculated. And those full lips: how tenderly he used them to suck me off! When I recalled his adolescent scent I got hard at inconvenient times. For weeks thoughts like these hit me at unaware, led me to masturbate more even though I still made love to Betty as usual. If he wasn't gay he was a good imitation of the real thing. When I went to the mall I found myself looking for him and about a month later he popped up in front of me. Outside one of game stores there the little garçon prostituĂ© leaned, posed hustler-like, smiling at me, just fifteen years old and better looking than my memory of him. The silver chains and bracelets had multiplied and several shell necklaces had been added. There was kohl around his eyes, something that seemed new. I felt my cock stir and my balls tighten. I wanted this kid. "You still in business?" I asked. He smiled: "Sure." "The hundred dollar deal still good?" "Yeah. Where?" "Not today. Tuesday?" "I got school" Those words almost gave me an orgasm. During my own school days the anticipation of sex after class often got me so hard at my desk. We made arrangements. I would pick him up after his last period down from school and we'd go to my house. Betty would be working and Luke had soccer practice, so the house was clear 'til 6 or 6:30. My young stud was at the meeting place when I pulled up. He slid in beside me without hesitation. Close to me in the car I responded to his sexuality and got hard. I told him I was married and had a kid, a boy of eleven. That made him chuckle. "Eleven, huh?" "Yeah, why?" "Nothing...just...I was eleven when I was fucked first time. My uncle." "Well my kid won't be home. And you keep your paws off him anyway, Tom, understand?" "Yes sir!" "And by the way, what's you're real name? Nobody's named Tom these days." "It's Jamal. Tom's my uncle's name." We both smiled at that. In the breakfast room I poured some Gatorade and we talked a bit. Again, he called his father "an asshole," and this time I asked why. "He slaps me around... kicks me. See, I'm his 'queer son', his 'pussy boy son who sucks cock.'" A few months ago the father, in a violent rage, threw him to the floor then sat on his chest. Repeatedly he slapped his son's face threatening to rip off his balls. He wrapped his hands around the boy's slender neck and started to choke him. Terrified, Jamal pissed his pants. The beating stopped only when his mother started to call police. I didn't want to know any more right then, but I could see a lot of sadness and shame in his eyes as he told me this. How many kids are like him I wondered, kids getting knocked around or worse by their family because they don't comply sexually? For a moment I thought I should just give him the hundred and send him... but to where? Home? To that? Would he think I was rejecting him, found him unattractive, ugly even? He didn't need any more humiliation. Jamal was anything but unattractive. How do kids so young cope? I touched his cheek and caressed his neck. Our eyes met and... and he started to cry. "Look, if you don't want to do this it's ok. I'll drive you back." I felt I was getting deeper into something I didn't need. He started to choke up and his slim shoulders shook. I was astonished. At the mall he looked so tough and sexy, so street smart. Now in my house he seemed so young and vulnerable, breaking down in front of my eyes, this kid I hardly knew. I was a father. I loved my son no matter what he was. I just automatically did what I'd do if my own son were in distress; I wrapped my arms around Jamal and hugged. We stood there in the kitchen like that for a long time. His slim body was warm and fragile and brought back so many memories for me, memories of high school, of certain boys, the sex I had with them in freshman and sophomore years. I'm sure he could feel the erection I had. Whether I should feel ashamed or glad for wanting him I wasn't sure. I got him to laugh when I told him how sexy I found him, that just the thought of his body gave me many boners the past weeks. "Oh!" he murmured, "maybe I should charge for that too!" My turn to laugh. Slowly, the heavy mood lifted. The tiny movements of his pelvis rubbing against me signaled he still wanted to earn his hundred dollars. He let me nibble on his smooth neck and soft earlobe. He smelled of sandalewood. He giggled boyishly and murmured little sounds of desire. The mood lightened more. Holding this boy, it was like I had returned to my school days, to primary school and summer camp. I started to regress to those years of wonder and discovery; I found a freshness of spirit I had missed for a long time. Joyfully I grasped Jamal around the waist and tickled, squeezed his hips and ass, made little bits on his shoulders, ran my palms along his torso. "You make me feel young again Jamal." He said that was good and grabbed my crotch. We continued like two little boys groping and grabbing as we moved toward the living room couch. We got as far as the living room rug. At one point I could have sat on his chest but stopped myself. I maneuvered the boy onto me, his groin pressed on me, me flat on my back. We paused when our eyes me. "You like me, don't you?" "I think you're beautiful." I had an irresistible desire to feel a cock up my ass again; especially this young adolescent's stiff and pretty one. I was flooded with so many memories, so many desires. "Will you fuck me Jamal?" Jamal was more than willing. "You'll have to tell me what to do. I never fucked a guy your age." I assured him it was the same. Right there on the plush carpet we made love. With the help of a bit gel he'd brought he slid into me easily. If you must know he had an almost six inch clean circumcised beauty. Too aroused now to undress we both just lowered our jeans enough to get the job done. I turned over and put one of the couch pillows under my hips. He didn't need much help. What comes naturally goes naturally in situations like this. My randy teen was a hot little dude once he got it into me. For my part it was glorious to feel a warm hard teenage cock in my ass again. Memories of my summer camps days with Derrick shuttled back and forth with the pleasure the boy on top of me was giving my body. Jamal's sweet little grunts and groans accompanied his thrusting, which gradually grew more intense. "Fuck me Jamal," I encouraged, as if the horny boy needed any, "Your hard dick is so beautiful...fuck me, beautiful boy..." It was a long time since I said words like that, surprised I hadn't forgotten how. The boy's fucking grew faster until he stiffened and growled a long, dog-like sound matching each pulse of his cock I could feel in my anus. Was it three, four or five times? As his sperm entered me I pictured my son. My only complaint was it didn't last long enough. We lay on the carpet a long time. Sunlight warmed us. Occasionally I touched whatever part of him I could reach. He whispered to me shyly: "I'm ready if you still want me." "I love you Jamal...honey...sweet, sweet boy... ... lover.We have to be quick. It's getting late." He slipped off his shoes and jeans, settled on his back, then lifted enough for me to put the pillow under his ass. I used the jell on his boy-cunt, which to my delight was pink and tight looking. Any worries about being ready on my part so soon were needless: I was hard as a rock and so excited. "Talk dirty to me," Jamal requested. When the head of my dick touched him I told him he was a sexy boy and I was going to fuck his hot cunt very hard, was going shove my man cock up his ass hard. "Call me a little boy... my uncle...his cock was big too, it hurt...but... I... LOVED it." "I love fucking little school boys. ... My cock up your pretty asshole... I fuck your mouth..." As I rocked back and forth pushing deeper with each forward swing I spoke to him as if he was eleven years old again. My words delighted and though I could see I was giving him some little pain he asked for "more, harder! more, harder!" The lust in me rose from a long slumber. I loved my wife but never had I gotten so aroused as I was now with this boy. I pounded him hard because I wanted it and because he wanted it. No gentle quiet fucking for us! Then, at the edge of my orgasm an image of my son appeared again--my son naked, and I did nothing to erase that picture! Luke, eleven years old. The hidden truth of my lust! Jamal became my son, my son was Jamal, and I put more cum in him than had spurted from me since I was sixteen or seventeen years old. We lay quietly for a long time. The breathing of the boy beside me was heavy and steady. At one point he whispered "thank you." The clock on the mantle suddenly filled my eyeballs. "Get up, dude! We gotta get out of here!" I'm interested in your comments Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com