Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2017 18:29:44 +0200
From: Jack Barnett <jackbarnett2017@gmx.com>
Subject: Blowing My Whole Cabin

This is a work of fiction and any similarity to persons living or dead is
purely accidental. It is partially based upon some of my life experiences,
but obviously names and some facts have been changed to protect all our
identities. I fucked up the names in my other story, so this time I
actually wrote a list of names of the boys involved with their dick sizes
so I wouldn't get them confused. Experience is the best teacher.
Predictably, there will be sex between adults and teens.  Duh.  All the
normal warnings regarding such material apply.

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Enjoy. This is only my second time at writing for this site, and I have
enjoyed the feedback I have received. My other story is called
"basketball-fuck-club" and I am trying to make this one as different as
possible, but there will some similar themes that mostly involve me blowing
young hard dicks.

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My life was going nowhere. My name is Greg and I had just reached age 25,
and I had never found a job I really liked. I had no stable home base, and
had found myself drifting around from town to town trying to find a place
to call home, but it just hadn't happened yet. I knew I had some skills and
could make someone a good employee, but I just hadn't found the right mix
yet. I also knew that I loved young, adolescent males and desired to find a
job where I could be around them as often as possible. I had tried many of
the normal "perv moves" to get a look at boys. I was a substitute teacher
for a while, but I was disappointed that kids in school don't even take
showers any more. I bought a season pass at the city pool in the last town
where I lived in the summer, and made way too many trips into the locker
room to catch a look. Especially when the hot boys would go in to piss. I
also would frequent nearby state parks, and made the similarly excessive
number of trips into the restroom/shower house. I got busted a few times
looking at a partially-clothed gorgeous boy, and immediately high-tailed it
out of there. My itch needed scratching, and I couldn't find a post.

I had applied for many jobs as a camp counselor, and never had any luck.
Maybe I was too old, I don't know. Didn't have a lot of great references,
to be honest. But when the director of Camp Westfield called and offered me
a job, I took it immediately. Was it great money? Not really. Was it
permanent? Nope. Was it better than what I was doing at the time?  Yep.
Would there be boys swimming and changing clothes around? God I hoped so.

So I put together my possessions, hopped in the car and headed to Camp
Westfield. It was located out in the boondocks of scenic Wyoming, and I
loved it as soon as I got there. And I hadn't even seen my first naked boy
yet. We had a couple days of all the normal rules bullshit, and I got to
know the rest of the counselors. Many were college-aged, some were a little
older than me. Maybe they were teachers with summers off, I don't know.
They all seemed pretty nice. I was just wondering when the boys were going
to show up.

On the third day, two buses pulled in and the kids were instructed to line
up according to age along a road that wound through the eight cabins where
they would reside for the next six weeks. There were a bunch of little
kids, ages 5-8 probably. I made my way down to the older end of the scale,
and there were only seven kids who looked to be young teenagers. I guess
camp isn't a cool thing for older kids any more. Most of these kids were
probably ditched by their parents for the summer. Maybe they just liked
being in the woods. I didn't know. I just knew one thing -- as a group they
were really hot, and I couldn't wait to see them naked. The camp director
started asking the counselors which age groups they wanted, and there was a
brief discussion. Nobody seemed to want the older kids, saying they were
probably smart asses and would be a bunch of trouble. I told the group I
didn't want to be wiping little kids' noses all the time and trying to keep
them from being scared every night. I said I'd take the older kids, and
none of the other counselors had a problem with that. They were of many
different sizes and builds, but this group -- though small -- consisted of
several beautiful boys and I immediately got perked up about my new
situation.

We made our way into the cabin, down at the end of the road and more
isolated than the other ones. Perfect, I thought. We went through the camp
rules and such, and the kids started putting their stuff away. There was a
small bank of lockers, like those in school locker rooms, and each boy had
one to put his things in. There were sheets of plywood in the rafters of
the wooden cabins, and the suitcases would be stored up there when empty.
One appealing part of these cabins, unlike those at many camps, is a rest
room/shower area included in the building. While I was a little
disappointed to not be able to supervise an entire room dedicated to
showering boys, I had the ones I really wanted to see close at hand so this
was even better. After taking a tour around the grounds, the first
organized activity was a swimming test. There was a tower out in the middle
of the lake and several rope swings that the older kids liked to use to
jump into the lake. In order to be able to go to this area, you had to pass
the swimming test. So, it was time for everyone to get ready for the
swimming test.

Most of the boys had worn T-shirts and normal gym class type athletic
shorts, although some had nicer cargo-type shorts on. I had discovered from
our brief discussions that while a couple of them went to the same school,
most of them were from different places. Some had been sent to live with
relatives for the summer, and this was decided to be the best option for
them. I had to be sly during the changing process to not get busted on the
first day by these godly creatures. I estimated them to be mostly
13-year-olds, with a few 14s in the mix. They were in the perfect physical
stage of development, sprouting a few hairs under the arms but not really
hairy on their legs and backs from what I could see. I wanted to see cocks,
but I was disappointed when a few of the boys went back into the shower
area to change into their swimming trunks and the others just went to swim
in what they came in. I was going to have to make up a bogus rule about
everyone having to swim in real swimming trunks to move this along a little
bit. The tests went fine, and my guys all passed. I knew the first real
test of the changing process would be after the test, and I was not
disappointed. While some went back into the shower area to change, several
of them just changed as they sat on their beds. I got a look at several
nice cocks, and from what I could tell no one saw me looking. Going to
chalk this up as success.

The biggest problem, though, was in trying to figure out a way where I got
to be physical with them. I wanted to suck those nice, young cocks and
maybe get them to suck mine. I was of average build, not skinny but not
overweight. A decent looking guy, but one who had had very little luck with
relationships of any kind. I consider myself as bisexual, but I knew that
my true love was in young boys. I had to make this happen. The rest of the
first day continued with the normal camp stuff. Some of the legends of the
area, most of which I was sure were bullshit, and finally the first
meal. We had a big cookout at the camp's big fire pit, and it was pretty
good. We then had a little free time before the next activity; they didn't
want to get too regimented on the first day. The guys wanted to go through
the woods, and we walked on the trails that had been cleared. One of the
trails had a big tree that fell across it, and the guys wanted to walk down
the tree and see how far it went. We all headed that way, and before long
we had our first accident. A gorgeous kid named Brett had lost his balance
and fallen off the tree, and directly into a big pit of mud. He had
scratched his arm on the fall, and was covered in mud from head to toe. I
went into the weeds to help him, and I got him back up on the tree. He
needed some minor medical attention, which I could take care of. The
counselor with the next oldest group of boys, about 10 to 11 years old, was
nearby and I sent my other six over to be with them for a while. I told
them I'd catch up with them later. I got Brett back to our cabin, and I
washed off his arm. He had a pretty severe cut and it had bled quite a
bit. I was able to clean it up and apply a good bandage of gauze and used
athletic tape to hold it in place. He was thankful for the help, but he was
still miserable. His body was covered in mud from the chest downward, and
he needed to be cleaned up. I couldn't just go throw him back in the lake,
due to his arm injury. I took off his shirt and led him outside, and found
a garden hose next to the cabin. I put a trash bag over his injured arm, to
protect it from the water, and lightly sprayed him with the hose. "Shit!"
he cried. "That's cold!" I stopped, and put the hose down. I told him we'd
go inside and figure out something else. Brett was probably 13, and he was
about 5-foot-4 and 100 pounds. He had beautiful eyes, and his body was very
fit. I could tell he had a very nicely shaped ass, and unfortunately I had
not yet seen his dick. We made our way back to the shower room, and I
turned on one of the showers. I got the water warm, and I told him to keep
his bad arm in the trash bag while he stepped under the shower. He seemed
OK with that. Meanwhile, I wasn't sure how to proceed. I wanted to just
strip him naked and wash him from head to toe for about the next two hours,
but I didn't think that was a great idea. I had him to put his back toward
the water flow, and I slowly washed his back to clear the mud away. He
still had his shorts on, and they were becoming a little cleaner. His legs
were also muddy, and while the water running down them was taking away some
of the dirt it was going to take forever at this rate. "This is going to
take forever," I told him. "What should I do?" He then said some of the
best-sounding words I have ever heard. "Just take off my shorts." I had to
try not to seem too eager, but I gradually undid the drawstring in front of
his swim trunks and pulled down on the bottom of the leg material. I was
behind him, and his beautiful ass started to become revealed. It was
amazing. No hair on it, very smooth skin, great shape to it. Awesome. I
still had to proceed carefully, though. I found a wash cloth, soaped it up,
and proceeded to wash his entire backside from his shoulder blades down to
his feet. I told him to spread his feet a little bit wider apart, and I
quickly made a few swipes under his balls to get him clean there. He didn't
seem to mind, and wasn't objecting to this unorthodox procedure. I sure as
hell wasn't.

I figured things were going OK, so I got a little bolder. I put the wash
cloth down, and began washing the same area with my hands. His smooth, wet
skin felt amazing to my hands. The curves of his ass felt as good as they
looked. Since boys his age hadn't been washed by an adult since they were
babies, I could tell he was liking this. As I washed his thighs, he spread
his feet wider without my prompting and I took full advantage, reaching
under him, extremely over cleaning his taint and balls before reluctantly
withdrawing my hands. I knew the other boys would be returning soon, and
this had to go one way or the other. It had to end, with hopes of even
better joy in the future, or it had to get more serious. I wasn't sure
which way it was going to go, but I know where I wanted it to go. "Do you
want me to wash your front side?" I asked. I put the responsibility on
him. If he said no, then I thought I would be in the clear and he ended it
on his terms. He said "Sure!" in an almost excited tone. (Not as excited as
my thoughts were, but he seemed to be really into getting bathed.) I was
more than happy to comply. As he quickly spun around, my eyes were not
surprisingly drawn directly to his dick. It was about three inches long, of
decent thickness, and had a nice ring of hair around it. I looked up at his
eyes, to see his reaction, and he was grinning from ear to ear. Must be
proud of his nice dick, as well he should have been. I didn't bother with
the washcloth this time. I just took the bar of soap, and slowly lathered
him from chest to ankles. From as much time as I spent cleaning his cock
and balls (again), you would think he had fallen into a vat of freshly
poured cement. Predictably, he began to harden as I washed his dick. I was
on my knees at this point, about 18 inches away from him, and his hard cock
was just about even with my mouth. I didn't know what to do at that
point. As much as I wanted to take it in my mouth and suck it for about a
week, I knew that could be the end of my personal freedom if he called his
parents and I got sent to prison. I looked up again to try to get a read on
his thoughts at that moment, and for some reason I happened to lick my lips
at the exact same time. Well, my desires were now clear. The ball was in
his court, and the next move was up to him. I got his answer when he took
one huge step toward me, and he poked me in the face with his beautiful
dick. He didn't have to send me a fucking invitation....... I quickly put
my hands on his sweet ass cheeks, pulled him toward me, and swallowed his
cock. He was about 5.5 inches hard, and it was perfect for sucking. I had
never sucked a cock before, but I had a good idea of how things went. I
bobbed down and took him all in, putting my nose in his pubes, then backed
off. On the way back out I stopped with his head in my mouth. I used my
tongue to massage the sensitive area under his cock head, and he loved
it. I alternated working it all the way in my mouth, then withdrawing it,
then running my tongue around the head, before running my tongue under his
head again. I kept this up at a slow pace, because I never wanted it to
end, but as much as I hated it I started to speed up to get my jizz reward
and clean him up before we got caught. I knew he was getting ready to blow
when he started gently shivering, and at that point I began bobbing
faster. He began to shiver more, and I knew he was about to blow. He put
his good hand on the back of my head, and instinctively began fucking my
face. He soon stopped, and I realized he had cum in my mouth. He pulled out
his dick, and there was still cum on the end. I had a nice mouthful of his
boy juice, and I slowly swallowed it. I moved back toward him, and took his
cock back in my mouth for more thorough cleaning. Once I was done, I stood
up and I asked him how he liked his shower. "It was great!" he said, not
surprisingly. We sat on a nearby bench, and talked for a few minutes. I
told him how much I loved young boys, and that I would suck him any time he
wanted. He grinned and said "Cool!" I didn't bring up what else I wanted to
do to him, or what I wanted him to do to me, but I knew we would get there
over the next six weeks. I told him he couldn't tell anyone, and he
promised he wouldn't. Yeah, this was going to be a great summer.

The rest of the evening went on without incident, and I was going to like
this group regardless of how many of them I was able to suck and fuck. The
next day brought more changing of clothes, seeing a few of them in their
boxers and others in their briefs. Some had mastered the pussy-like habit
of having a towel wrapped around their waist, then putting on a pair of
underwear underneath the towel before taking off the towel. They could put
on underwear without being seen naked. Bunch of pussies. I blame our
schools. Whatever.

The second night, as we were getting ready to go to bed I noticed the boys
all gathered around one particular bed. They were talking quietly, and then
Andrew -- one of the biggest of the boys who was emerging as a leader --
spoke for the group. "Greg, we have a deal for you." They had no idea the
kind of deal I was interested in, but I played the game. "What's that?"
Andrew said that before they all went to sleep that night that they all
wanted us to give them blowjobs. "What?" I said. "What is wrong with you?"
It was a decent job of acting, since I had wanted to blow them all since
the first time I saw them but I didn't know how to make it happen. Andrew
laughed wickedly and then he dropped the bomb. "Brett said you liked
blowing him in the shower yesterday. If you blow everybody tonight, we
won't tell our parents and send your gay ass to prison."

Fuck me.............. the little bastard told.

Well, my options were few. If I refused, they could tell on me and I was
ruined. It would Brett's word against mine, and I have no idea how that
would play out. Or, I could do as they asked. I honestly desired to blow
each and every boy in the cabin, and maybe I could convince them somehow by
doing that to not turn me in. This was going to be a huge moment in my
life, and the decision I was about to make would shape my future for years
to come. I couldn't wait forever to decide, although I could use a little
more time. "All right," I said. "If I do this one time, all is forgotten
and we just move on, OK?" The others all looked to Andrew, and he
responded. "Sure, whatever you say. Me first." And so, it began. The boys
all had beds that were like Army cots, with springs under the mattress and
normal bedding. I moved over to Andrew, and he sat on the edge of his
bed. I dropped to my knees in front of him, and he stood up and shucked his
shorts and underwear to the floor before sitting back down. "Come on, suck
me Greg. We have all seen you looking at us. Suck me like you did Brett."
His cock was magnificent. It was about five inches long when soft, very
thick, but as the impending scene was beginning to get more real he started
to harden. At full staff, he was at least seven inches of pure beauty. The
skin on his cock was light, like on the rest of his body, and I grabbed it
and wrapped my palm around it. I could barely reach all the way around. His
balls were huge, like he hadn't shot off a load for a while. I opened my
mouth widely and covered his entire head and about half of the shaft. No
way I was deepthroating this monster. I put my hands on his ass cheeks and
began bobbing up and down on his cock. I could never go more than halfway
down to his pubes, but he did not mind. He put his hand on the back of his
head and forced me to bob up and down faster than I wanted. I was
struggling to breathe through my nose, and he finally exhaled a big breath
and I saw the recognizable shaking begin. He kept his hand on my head until
he was out of cock, then he told me to look up and open my mouth without
swallowing. There had to be several teaspoons full of cum in my mouth, and
in a minute or so he told me to swallow. I did, and it was great. It tasted
similar to Brett's, but there was a lot more. I wasn't sure how I was going
to do this, so I just moved over to the next bed. This boy's name was Zach,
and his dick was even longer than Andrew's but wasn't as thick. I was glad
to see that. He had already gotten rid of his shorts and underwear and was
sitting on the edge of his bed at full mast. I took a towel, folded it in
half, and put it on the floor in front of Zach. When hard, he was at least
six inches long. Zach had to be the athlete of the group. He had nice, long
legs that weren't very hairy -- except for the nice patch around his
beautiful dick. While Andrew had been a little forceful with me, Zach just
laid back and enjoyed the action. He let me dictate the entire thing, and
my methods were similar to the previous times. It was only my third cock to
be sucking, after Brett and Andrew, but there are only so many different
ways you can do it. Zach laid back on his bed, with his ass just on the
edge, his feet spread widely apart and his balls hanging directly below his
cock. I bathed Zach's cock up and down, changing things up a little bit and
licking along the side like I had seen girls do in porn movies. I
eventually returned to the job at hand, and soon was rewarded with Zach's
cum in my mouth. He didn't try to embarrass me, just laid back and moaned
about how awesome that was.

Two down, still seven more to go. My neck was getting stiff, as well as my
dick, but there was no relief in sight for either of my ailments. The third
boy was Jeff, a little bit shorter than the last two in height but even
cuter. He had nice, wavy hair and he also had an athletic body even though
he wasn't as tall. I moved my towel over to Jeff's bed, and I needed to
give my neck a break. I told Jeff to stand up, and I gave him a horizontal
blow job instead of doing down on him from above. He didn't seem to mind. I
pushed my mouth over his six inches, and came closer to taking him all but
not quite. I kept going until he put his hand on the back of my head (this
must be an instinctive guy move) and spewed his cum into my mouth. After I
swallowed, he moved my mouth back over his dick and told me to clean him
up. I was now almost halfway done. Next up was Brad, probably the least
physically appealing of the group. He was built like a football offensive
lineman, husky with big thick legs and a thick body type. He was also
sitting on the edge of his bed ready for action when I got there. I had
actually seen his dick already as he was changing, and it was different
than the others. It was only about three inches long soft, but it was
probably about three inches thick. Getting my mouth around that log was
going to be tough. He had grown to five inches in length by the time I got
to him and I just got to work. I could barely fit the whole thing in my
mouth, and I just bobbed up and down as fast as I could. I didn't want this
series of blowjobs to end, but this one was going to be tougher. I probably
only got down about two inches of his five-inch length, but as all guys
know if you're getting a blowjob you really don't care if you are getting
deep throated or not. You just want to cum. Brad eventually filled my mouth
with cum, and I was now more than halfway home. Four done, three to go. I
decided to switch things up with the next guy, who was one of the more
beautiful specimens of the group. His name was Logan, and he was one of the
taller ones in the group at about 5-8 and had a nice athletic build. He had
nice muscle definition, and his ass had one of the best shapes of the
bunch. I took another towel, laid it out on the floor, and laid on my
back. I motioned for Logan to come over and put a knee near each of my
armpits. I then put my hands on his beautiful ass cheeks and forced him
lower into my mouth. He was going to do all the work this time. He
proceeded to slowly fuck my face, with his balls rubbing across my chin as
he pushed his wonderful cock in and out. He was about four inches soft but
about seven inches long when hard. God, was this the "Camp for the Big Dick
Boys" or what? I could tell Logan was nearing completion, and I took my
hand and moved his dick out of my mouth for a second. "When you're ready to
cum, take it out of my mouth and jack off on my face.' He had a confused
look on his face, but put it back in my mouth and kept humping away. As
instructed, he raised his body up in a few minutes, and took his cock in
and started whacking away. Soon he began shooting what must have been his
first load of cum in a long time all over my face. I wasn't sure why I
wanted him to do this, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. I instructed him to
scoot up closer, and take his dick and wipe up the rest of the cum off my
face. I sucked it all off his dick, and sucked him back to hardness.  Five
down, two to go. The last first-timer was a smaller blonde boy named Matt,
who had just incredibly beautiful hair and was tanner than the other
boys. Matt was probably the youngest of the group, and had the smallest
cock at three inches soft and five hard. I put him on the edge of the bed,
and sucked the cum out of him a few minutes later. Then came the one I had
actually been dreading. It was Brett's turn. He was the little fink who had
told the others about me, and while I was enjoying blowing the entire cabin
full of boys I was not happy with him. He started crying when I moved over
to him and he saw the look on my face. "You don't have to do me," he
said. "This is all my fault." I could sense honest regret in his eyes, and
I crawled up on the bed with him. I laid behind him, and we spooned for a
minute or two. Then I whispered in his ear. "It's OK," I said. "Do me a
favor. When I start to suck your dick, tell me to suck on your balls and
lick your asshole." He seemed stunned. "Why?" he said. "Just do it." I
assumed my normal position with my knees on the towel on the floor, and
began sucking him as I did in the shower room on the first day. He
remembered what I had told him, and he forcefully instructed me to suck on
his balls. I leaned him back on the bed, and I did just that. They were
nice sized ones, about as big as those miniature oranges. Then he said
"Lick my asshole." I had never done this before, but I parted his ass
cheeks like they were pussy lips and I went to town on his ass. I stuck my
tongue in it like it was a little dick, then I licked around the rim. He
fucking loved it. I eventually stopped, had him stand up, and finished him
off to the reward of another mouthful of cum.

Whew. Seven blowjobs. I don't know how long it took, but it seemed like
forever. I liked it, though, and if this was the worst punishment I was to
face then I would be good with that. The boys got their clothes back on and
laid down to sleep, although some of them were talking to each other. I
didn't push the issue, and they eventually fell to sleep. The next day went
well, then it was time for bed again. Andrew, the leader, had another deal
for me. "You did a great job of blowing us all last night," he said. "But
we still think we should tell since you have molested seven guys." Shit. I
thought I was going to get a pass on this deal, and would only have to suck
them all to sleep at night. "We all want to fuck you," Andrew said. "If you
don't let us, we tell." I knew I was fucked, in more ways than one, so I
went to my suitcase and pulled out a bottle of lube I had put there for
such an occasion. I hid it away so it could not be accidentally found, but
if it was I would just say it was there from when my girlfriend and I had
gone on a trip. They wouldn't know the fucking difference. I had never been
fucked before, but I had heard it felt good. Since I was giving up my ass
to a room full of guys, I decided I could make some rules. "Matt, you are
going first," I said. Some of the others were puzzled by this, and thought
they would go in the same order as the blowjobs went the night
before. Andrew was ready to get down, and he questioned it the most. "It's
because he's got the smallest dick, dumbass," Jeff said. Jeff was
right. So, I spread out another blanket on the floor and motioned Matt to
join me. I filled my hand with lube, and rubbed it into him thoroughly. I
told him to put some on his fingers and put it inside my ass. I have to
admit, it felt good having his fingers in my ass. Maybe this wouldn't be so
bad. I eventually turned around and jacked him until he was hard, then got
on all fours and put my ass up in the air. "Go ahead," I told him. He put
his little dick into my ass, with the head popping in first and the rest
following behind. I told him to put his hands on the side of my ass, and
push forward. The rest of the crowd had been mildly interested as I was
giving the blowjobs the night before, but their attention was very keen as
they saw a guy get fucked for the first time. Matt finally settled into a
rhythm, and was soon smacking his abdomen against my ass cheeks as he
fucked me. Before long, the shivering began and soon after that the
moaning. I fell my asshole fill up with warm cum, and it felt great. He
left his dick in for a while, which also felt great, then withdrew. Brett
was next, with no more hard feelings between us. He fucked me very well and
came among the same sounds of moaning, groaning and shivering. The next
biggest dick was Brody, and he also gave me a good fucking and a nice shot
of cum. Next up was Logan, the tall, skinny redhead. They all had gotten
the idea now, so I didn't need to coach them on how it worked. Logan lasted
longer than the others, but eventually shot his wad into my asshole. That
was my fourth load of the day, and frankly my asshole was starting to get
sore. For another diversion, I laid on my back for Zach and had him fuck me
like a girl (missionary style). I think he was the hottest of all the guys,
and I wanted to be able to see his wonderful dick going into me. I told him
to jack off onto me when he was done, and he sprayed his load all the way
up toward my chest. There were only two left, and I had Andrew to go
next. I figured Andrew would be rough with me, and he was. He pounded my
ass harder than the others, but at least he came quicker than most. Then
was the one I was dreading. Big, thick-dicked Brad. I got him nice and
hard, and got back down on all fours. Even though my ass was sore, I
figured taking him last when it was broken in would work best and it did.

So, seven loads of cum in my asshole needed to go so I headed to the
bathroom and shit it out. It felt good to get it out of my body, but my
asshole felt sore. And I hadn't even gotten to cum yet, except when I
jacked off in the shower room a couple of days ago. I was at a crossroads,
as I sat on the toilet emptying my asshole of young boy cum. What if they
tell me the next deal is that to blow them AND fuck them every night? That
would really be a long summer, and I couldn't deal with that. Might as well
send me to prison now. So, I went back out to talk to them and tried to
reason with them. "Guys," I said. "I'm going to be completely honest with
you. I took this job hoping to be able to get involved with having sex with
boys your age, and I have truly enjoyed our sex so far this week. I can't
do it this much all summer, though. My asshole can't take it." Some of them
laughed. "Yeah," one of them said. "Brad's big log will rip you a new
asshole in no time." I laughed too, knowing that was probably true. "So, I
have a deal for you." Their ears perked up. I wasn't even sure what the
deal was yet, since I was making this shit up as I went along. "Here are my
rules: We can all have sex with each other every night, but we have to
break into pairs. Believe it or not, I'd like to get some too and all I've
done so far is take care of you guys. So every night at lights out, a
different one of you will come into my bed and the other six guys can pair
off. We can blow each other and fuck each other as much as we can, and
everybody has to do what his partner says. Nothing weird, though." They all
sat back to digest this idea for a minute. As expected, Andrew motioned the
other boys over to his bed for a private talk. I had nothing to lose by
making this offer, and if they were to accept it would fulfill my wildest
fantasies would come true. Finally, the group broke up and Andrew told me
the results. "OK," he said. "We agree to do that. You're not a bad guy, and
we were wrong to blackmail you. We all like getting off, and this way it's
more fair for you." I had one more part of the deal. "Of course, I may need
to have some of you come to the cabin with me for some individual
training," I said. They laughed, and understood that I would still fuck or
suck any of them at any time.

Matt was starting to become one of my favorites among the group, not
because he had the smallest dick but he was just sweet as could be. He
walked over to me, took my hand and led me to the bed. "I'll be with you
first, Greg," he said. I immediately grabbed him in a firm hug, and
squeezed his cute little ass cheeks at the same time. I stripped off the
remaining clothes he had on. I was still naked, after getting fucked on the
floor, and we quickly fell onto the bed. I took my time massing his body
from head to toe, and began kissing him. He had nice lips, and while I
don't think he had done a lot of kissing he was pretty good. I explored his
mouth with my tongue, and he got the hang of that pretty quickly. After a
long and enjoyable makeout session, I told him I was ready to cum. He
scooted down to put his mouth on my rock hard dick, and sucked me as I had
sucked him before. I knew I wouldn't last long, and I didn't. He kept
bobbing and bobbing for long after I shot my load in his mouth, then he
pulled off. Man, did I need that. It felt amazing. "Your turn," I said. I
had him lay on his back and pull his knees up toward his head. I gently
kissed his hairless ass cheeks, then went to work on his balls. I tongued
them each individually, then both at the same time. I went to work on his
asshole, bringing on many different moans before I returned to his cock and
finished him off. I got up off the bed to get the lube, and I smeared it
all over my still-hard dick. I put a big glob on my right hand and
carefully inserted it into his asshole, allowing him to get used to the
feeling. I scooted up on my knees until I could put my cock in his ass, and
it was incredibly tight. I pushed in slowly, and must have tickled his
prostate on the way in and out considering the moaning he was exerting. I
pumped him good, and even though he had just blown me I shot another load
into his asshole. I immediately laid next to him, and we spooned for a
while longer before I told everyone to join me in the shower room. I turned
on a shower, got it nice and warm, and then individually washed all of them
both front and back. Brett was the last one in line, and when he got up to
me I gave him a big naked hug. "You aren't mad at me?" he said. "No. You're
too gorgeous to get mad at." I asked him what the other guys were doing as
Matt and I were on the bed. "Some of the guys hooked up and blew each
other," he said. "Brad and I just sat and watched everybody." To further
prove that I had no hard feelings toward Brett, except in my cock, I
dropped to my knees and blew him in the shower room like I had done on the
first day.

So, the stage was set for a good summer and it turned out better than I
could have ever imagined. I fucked and sucked seven boys so many times I
lost count, and nobody told their parents. It was the best summer ever.