Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 13:46:50 EDT
From: Den3407@aol.com
Subject: The Camp Cocksucker

This is a true story based on events in my life.  Names and some other 
details have been changed to protect the guilty.  Usual disclaimers:  no 
minors allowed, always practice safe sex.  If you have any comments, good or 
bad, I'd love to hear from you:  Den3407@aol.com.    Thanks!     
Thumper/Houston TX

			    The Camp Cocksucker
				By Thumper

	Mike didn't notice the guy sitting across the aisle from him at
first. The bus had left Houston early that morning for the 70-mile trip to
Livingston and he wasn't quite awake yet. He was headed to camp for 10 days
and he was really looking forward to it. Having just turned 16, he was now
qualified for the Walnut Ridge Camp that was reserved for students in
grades 10 through 12.

	Across the aisle, another student who looked about his age
continued reading a magazine. Mike's heartbeat raced a little as he studied
him. The guy had the magazine in front of his face so Mike could cruise him
all he wanted. And he wanted to cruise this guy!

	"Wow!" Mike said to himself. "Look at that big lump in his jeans!
Man, I'd love to see that thing up close and personal. I can almost make
out where the head pushes out from the shaft his jeans are so tight."

	Just then the guy shifted a little in his seat, still holding the
magazine in front of his face but turning his body a bit more towards
Mike. The bulging, jeans-covered cock looked even bigger than it had
before. Mike nervously licked his lips and felt his own crotch stirring.
He'd beaten off twice late last night--just a few hours ago actually--and
had shot off a ball busting wad of teencum both times in hopes of reducing
his sexual appetite before heading off to camp. He figured the lack of
privacy at camp would probably put a severe crimp in his whack-off
opportunities.

But his double-dip of jackoff jizz hadn't helped. A typical teenager, his
balls were always working overtime building up creamy white cum loads that
continually demanded to be pumped out as often as possible. Ever since he
was 10 or so he'd loved to play with his stiff prick and balls. He'd had no
idea at the time why it felt so good or why his dick would get so hard, but
he had loved flipping his taut prick and gently stroking his then-hairless
nuts anyway.

And then, there was that fateful autumn just after he turned 12 and shot a
wad for the first time. It wasn't a huge wad, but oh man, how good it felt!
He remembered almost passing out in bed, overcome with the spurting
satisfaction he'd just enjoyed, and remembered, too, that one of his older
sisters almost caught him at it. That would have been a killer scene for
her, he wryly recalled: little brother, sprawled across the covers, dick in
hand, drops of cum drying on his stomach and wispy, adolescent pubic
hair. He could laugh at the memory now, but he was scared shitless then.

That was also the first time he'd thrown on a pair of 501s without
underwear in his haste to cover up his cum job and jump up from the
bed. He'd had to walk around the rest of the day with the tight denim
rubbing and pushing on his dick every time he moved. At first he thought
he'd hate the feeling of denim on skin. But after an afternoon of having
his dick rubbed and stimulated beyond belief by the rough fabric, he
decided it felt so good that from then on, every chance he got, he'd wear
his jeans without underwear.

His attention wandered back to the teenager across the aisle. The guy
dropped his left hand to his crotch and gently tugged at his denim-covered
cock mound a few times, then stopped and left his hand there, partially
obscuring Mike's view of it.

Mike's own crotch was really heating up now. He felt his rod pressing
against the buttons of his faded 501s--unrestricted by any underwear, of
course!--and tugged at his own hardening rod in an attempt to create some
"breathing room" for his now overheated nuts and quickly elongating
teentube. It was a losing battle. He knew his dick would grow to almost 8
inches when hard, and just thick enough that he could barely squeeze his
hand around it. A real handful for stroking. It was bigger than most of the
dicks he'd seen in the locker room at school during gym class. He loved to
show it off by wearing the tightest fitting jeans he could buy. The tighter
the jeans, the harder his dick would stay, even while walking from class to
class. But no matter how much tugging and pulling he did today, he knew
he'd never be able to find enough space in his jeans for his pulsing hardon
if he let it reach its full capacity.

He quickly averted his gaze from the other guy's crotch and tried to
concentrate on the piney woods outside as the bus rolled along. To his
relief, he noticed they were already on the outskirts of Livingston and
thus just a few miles from Camp Cho-Bay. Whether his dick would cooperate
or not, Mike wasn't sure, but either way, he'd soon be stepping off the bus
and boarding the camp's pickup truck for the short ride to the camp.

"Let `em get an eyeful if they want," Mike was thinking as the bus
slowed and finally ground to a halt at the gas station that doubled as the
small town's bus terminal. Mike grabbed his small gym bag that held his
personal items and turned to stand up. His semi-hard rod formed a nice lump
in his tight jeans. Simultaneously, the guy he'd been cruising put down his
magazine, revealing his face to Mike for the first time. Mike almost passed
out.

"What a hot fucking stud!" He nearly shouted out the compliment as his eyes
darted from the guy's face to his crotch and back again.

To start with, the guy had the most beautiful green eyes Mike had ever
seen. They seemed to pierce right through him, peering into his inner mind
and reading the hot, lusty desire that burned there. His light brown hair
was cut short, almost military style on the sides and top, but the front
part was a little longer and fell down lazily across his forehead, dangling
just above the sparkling green eyes. His skin was clear and well tanned.
Obviously an outdoors type of guy, Mike noted. And, one who either worked
out a lot or had been working manual labor somewhere, Mike added, noticing
how the white T-shirt clung to the young man's firm, well-muscled chest
like a second skin.

Mike was quickly jolted from his near-hypnotic state when the guy broke
into a big grin, flashing a set of perfect teeth, extended his hand and
said, "Hi, I'm Bobby. Are you going to Camp Cho-Bay, too?"

Too? Mike couldn't believe his luck. This absolutely gorgeous stud-bucket
was getting off the bus--and going to the same camp? Mike's prick, which
had softened to a semi-hardon when the bus had stopped, now pulsed and
surged, filling and throbbing down the right leg of his faded 501s. It
didn't go unnoticed by his new friend.

Bobby glanced down quickly at Mike's crotch and just as quickly his gaze
returned to his face. "Well, are you?" Bobby asked.

"Am I what?" Flustered and somewhat surprised with himself for feeling
embarrassed at having Bobby see him so blatantly hard, Mike couldn't
remember the question.

"Are you going to camp?"

"Oh yeah, sure--I go every year--I mean, I've gone every year since
sixth grade," Mike said. "But I don't think I've seen you here before."

"No, this is my first trip here. My family just moved to Houston from
Dallas. I used to go to camp up there. Since your such an `oldtimer'
here you'll have to show me the ropes," Bobby said, grinning slyly, then
reaching into the overhead rack to retrieve his camera bag and a small,
maroon gym bag. Mike's prick throbbed harder as he contemplated the
possible double entendre Bobby had thrown at him. Did Bobby mean what Mike
thought he meant? Or was Mike reading too much into it, thanks to his
ever-raging teen male hormones?

They quickly gathered the rest of their things and scrambled off the bus to
claim their baggage from the cargo bin. After tossing their belongings into
the bed of the camp pickup, they vaulted over the tailgate and settled in
beside six other teenage boys, surrounded by suitcases and pillows.
Introductions were made and the conversation centered around hometowns and
families until the truck pulled into the camp headquarters fifteen minutes
later.

Mike and Bobby were happily surprised to learn that not only were they
assigned to the same camp area, Group 5, but that they would be sharing the
same cabin. They chose adjacent beds at the far end of the small,
canvas-and-wood-frame cabin.

The rest of the day was spent introducing themselves to the other ten
members of their group, meeting the Group 5 counselor, Justin, and settling
in and going over the camp's schedule of activities for the next ten days.
Mike thought a couple of the other guys were pretty cute, including their
hunky counselor, Justin, but no one held a candle to Bobby. Except maybe
that guy Steve over in Group 3. But Mike wasn't going to worry about that
right now. He wanted to concentrate on Bobby!

As night fell and the camp began to quiet down for the evening, the groups
of boys began their trek to the community showers centered about 50 yards
from each of the cabins. Group 5 would be the last group to shower each
night, according to the camp's schedule. Mike could hardly wait!

At 10:00 p.m. their group trudged into the shower house, wearing the
clothes they'd come to camp in but carrying their bathrobes, towels, soap
and other items. Mike was so busy stacking his stuff on a wooden bench that
he didn't see Bobby quickly strip and step into the shower area. By the
time Mike finished undressing, Bobby had his back to him and was vigorously
lathering his body with a washrag and yellow bar of soap.

Some of the guys seemed a little shy at first about stripping down and
jumping into the showers. The facility had ten showerheads and no dividers
between them, so everyone could see everyone else as they bathed. Mike had
never been shy about his body around other guys. Especially during the past
few years as his body had developed and his dick and balls had increased in
size. He was on the high school soccer team and worked out with weights
year round, which added to the pride he felt as he stripped off his clothes
and revealed his well-muscled teenaged body to his camp buddies. He noticed
a couple of his cabin mates checking out his well-hung crotch as he slowly
turned, stepped beneath a shower head and turned on the water.

He watched the water cascading down his muscular chest and he rubbed his
bar of soap across it, lightly teasing the two already hardened nipples
that resided on either side of his small, but growing, field of dark chest
hair. He immediately felt a stirring in his groin and his balls began to
churn. Uh-oh. This could be trouble. Usually by this time of night he would
have emptied his hot teen nuts at least once onto the cum towel he kept
hidden in his bedroom back home. He quickly cut on more cold water to cool
his sex jets.

Meanwhile, most of the other guys were finishing their showers, drying off
and heading to their cabins. A minute later, just Mike and Bobby
remained. Mike continued to admire Bobby's creamy bubblebutt as it danced
and moved before him as Bobby worked the sudsy washrag across his
hard-muscled legs and arms. Finally, Bobby turned around, exposing his
front side to Mike's lustful gaze for the first time.

"You like what you see?" Bobby asked, in a mirthful, teasing tone. "You've
been staring at my cock all day."

Mike didn't say anything. He just drank in the beautiful, nude body of this
6-foot stud less than three feet away. The broad, V-shaped chest, smooth,
hard and capped with two rosy-brown nipples, the sinewy arms, the hard
six-pack that creased his middle, the two long, well-muscled legs with
their light dusting of hair, now slicked down by the spraying shower. But
Mike's attention quickly shifted back to Bobby's cock.

As he stared, the meaty teencock began to harden and fill with blood,
slowly lengthening and pulsing as it rose, a few degrees higher with each
pumping pulsation, quickly towering above the loose-hanging nutsack
containing the two large ovals, one hanging slightly lower than the
other. A thick, light brown pubic patch, plastered with water, framed the
pulsing prick. Bobby stepped away from the shower spray and moved toward
Mike, his now fully hard cock bobbing and quivering before him like a
medieval lance. Mike figured it had to be almost 9 inches long. And
incredibly thick. He wondered if he'd be able to get his hand all the way
around it.

The large, mushroom shaped head glistened as beads of water ran slowly down
the throbbing shaft toward Bobby's crotch, tracing paths across the blue
veins that stood in relief along the hard, ever so slightly up-curving
shaft. Mike could tell Bobby's heart rate by watching the powerful rod as
it rhythmically throbbed and pulsed, the blood racing to fill the powerful
teen tool.

"You are so fucking beautiful," Mike whispered, still mesmerized by the
stunning good looks and well-formed, sexy body that was now merely inches
away.

"You're not so bad yourself," Bobby said softly, reaching out a hand to
stroke Mike's hardened right tit. He flicked the nub gently with his thumb
and forefinger and smiled down at Mike's cock as it jumped and throbbed in
response. "I like guys who take care of their bodies."

Bobby was right. Mike took good care of his body. His 5-foot 10-inch frame
showed the results of constant weight room training. From his tightly
muscled calves up to his broad, well-developed chest and shoulders, Mike
was quite a teenage sports specimen. A variety of exercises that focused on
his abs kept them hard and ripped. His near fanatical weight room regimen
kept the rest of his body just as lean and buffed. Together, with their
hardons arching upward, the two naked sports studs were an awesome sight.

As Bobby continued playing with Mike's tit, he reached down with his left
hand and slowly stroked Mike's wet, hairy thigh, brushing right up to the
rolling ballsack. The long, slender fingers stroked lovingly across Mike's
tight abs, then moved in one quick motion to engulf the hard, pounding rod
that jutted from his midsection. He tugged on it gently, yet firmly,
eliciting a sudden intake of breath from Mike.

"Oh, yeah," hissed Mike between clenched teeth. "Oh, yeah, do it to
me--yeah, pull that prick some more, stud."

Bobby smiled, then quickly complied with Mike's command. The hard, smooth
teen rod felt great in his grip. He kept flipping Mike's tits, alternating
between them with his right hand while his left continued the rhythmic
pumping of his 16-year-old buddy's hot dick. His own teen cock throbbed
with the building excitement. A large drop of precum oozed from the piss
slit, balanced on the end of the large mushroom head, then slowly trickled
down the velvet smooth head and rolled halfway down his taut, hot dick
shaft. It was quickly followed by another large, pearly drop that glistened
in the dim light from the single overhead fixture. Bobby's nuts were
working overtime. He was leaking copious amounts of precum, which got Mike
even more excited. He couldn't wait to taste that sweet, teenage
prick-nectar! He dropped to his knees.

His head was level with Bobby's crotch, but Bobby's dick was so hard it
pointed straight up about 45 degrees. Mike could see the under side of
Bobby's shaft and the silvery streaks of precum that now liberally coated
it. The large, hairy ovals dangled enticingly before him in their slender
sack, roiling and boiling with their sperm sauce. Mike's mouth watered with
anticipation.

He reached out with both hands, sliding his left one under the hot nutsack,
the right one encircling the thick, hairy base of the heavily veined cock
that stood so erect and proud before him. His hand could barely squeeze
around the pulsing base. He caressed the silky sack, stroking and gently
pulling the low-hanging balls. He breathed in the sexy, teen stud aroma of
Bobby's overheated crotch and nearly fainted with excitement.

Mike's other hand slid halfway up the hard shaft so that the pulsing prick
was pushed level with his mouth. He licked his lips, then slowly moved his
head forward until the tip of his tongue was less than an inch from the
dripping head of Bobby's nine-inch rod. His tongue stretched out; eager to
sample what he knew would be honey-sweet teenaged pre-cum. As his tongue
eagerly lapped at the large cockhead, Mike moaned with satisfaction--oh
yes, it was sweet alright! Sweet and just a tad salty, he thought, but man,
did it taste good! Eagerly, he pulled the rod down even further with his
hand and sucked harder, engulfing all of the big cockhead and part of the
shaft of the drooling teenmeat.

"Ohhhh yeahhh. Oh yeah, that's it, stud, suck on that meat baby," crooned
Bobby as his dick throbbed and his senses whirled with the incredible
feelings racing through his body from the expert cocksucking he was
receiving. "I can't wait to pop my nuts, spurt off, spray you with my cummy
jets of jizz. Suck that cock, stud. Yeah, go down on that hard rod.  Suck
that meat. Oh--oh yeah--that's it.  That's the way, stud, just like that.
Get that tongue all over that head, buddy. Oh yeah. YEAH!"

Bobby's experience with gay sex was pretty limited, consisting only of a
circle jerk with some buddies after school one day and a midnight suck
session with a horny cousin during a family reunion last summer. He'd
fantasized about sucking off and being sucked by most of the guys on his
high school soccer team back in Dallas, but that's all he'd done--just
fantasized.

But this--this was the real thing! It was better than he ever imagined it
could be. His cock and balls were going crazy with the tongue-and-suck job
Mike was giving them. Dizzy from the raging sensations that were surging
from his crotch, he wasn't sure how long he could hold out, but he knew he
wanted this to last as long as he could stand it.

"Oh stud, slow it down some--that's too good! You're gonna pop my wad if
you keep that up," warned Bobby, moaning. Mike reluctantly complied,
pulling slowly off the head of Bobby's piece. His tongue lightly flicked
repeatedly at the tip of the hard shaft. It quivered and throbbed in
response to its loving tongue-lashing. He moved down to Bobby's balls,
coating them with saliva as he lovingly laved and bumped each one from side
to side with his tongue. Then he gently suckled the right one into his hot
mouth and slowly rolled it around and around, tongue-massaging it. After
gently spitting it out, he turned to the left nut and repeated the
pleasure-torture on it, only this time he gently tugged and pulled on the
heavy nut with his lips, making Bobby moan and groan at the pleasurable
sensation.

"Yeah, stud, oh yeah, you know just how to work those hot nuts, don't
you? Oh man, you are a natural born cocksucker! Oh, baby, those balls are
gonna bust a load of cream all over you, you fucking stud-sucker you! Pull
on those cream makers, buddy. Yeah, tug on those hot nuts. Oh yeah, stud,
move `em around with that hot tongue of yours. Oh yeah! Suck those hot
nuts, buddy--yeah, get you're head down there, suck on that sack!"

Mike redoubled his efforts on Bobby's nuts as he reached up to the boy's
chest to tease and pull on the young soccer stud's hard tits. The big dick
bobbed and flipped from side to side, wetly brushing across Mike's face as
he stroked his hands across the teen stud's smooth, darkly tanned torso. He
found the twin tit-peaks, pointed and pulsing. He rubbed his hands across
the broad, muscled chest and grasped a handful of pec muscle in each hand
and massaged the hardened tits firmly with his palms. Bobby moaned again.
Mike gave a muffled laugh from under Bobby's balls.

"You'd better hold it down or we'll have half the camp up here with us,"
Mike admonished him. Actually, there were several guys at camp who Mike
would have welcomed into the shower room at that moment, but he knew it was
more likely their group counselor, Justin, might hear their moaning and
probably wouldn't approve of these late night sex games.

"You are so fucking hot," said Mike as he lightly pinched and pulled on
Bobby's hard nipples and continued his tongue lashing of the teenager's big
dick. "I just can't get enough of this big monster of yours." And with
that, he plunged his mouth back over the slick tip and swallowed about half
the shaft. He sucked hard, running his tongue along the soft, spongy
underside of the dick. He wanted that hot teen cream and he wanted it NOW!

He kept flicking Bobby's right tit with one hand while steadying the
massive cock with the other as his mouth plunged back and forth, back and
forth, sucking and loving the randy boycock as it continued to throb and
pulse. He noticed the large cream makers slowly drawing up within their
sack, readying themselves for their cannon shots of cum that Mike
desperately needed and wanted.

His own dick had remained hard and throbbing, leaking its clear, slick
nectar along his eight-inch shaft. His ballsack, in contrast to Bobby's,
hugged tight against the base of his prick. His two beefy sperm makers were
aching with the pleasure-pain that comes from a long-delayed orgasm. He
knew it wouldn't take much to crack his nuts now, thanks to all the
simulation he'd been getting from playing with Bobby's massive sex tool and
hot body. Just a few quick strokes of his young throbber and he'd be
spraying Bobby's feet, the floor and probably the wall behind him with his
white-hot teen spunk. His heartbeat jumped again, racing even faster. His
blood ran even hotter as the orgasmic pressure continued to build in his
crotch.

Bobby's shaft felt so good as it pumped relentlessly into Mike's mouth and
throat, pumping and thrusting with a natural rhythm. Neither boy had to
think about his actions now. Animal instincts had taken over. Bobby's
powerful hips kept pumping forward and pulling back, thrusting his
oversized teencock again and again into Mike's welcoming mouth and throat.
The thrilling sensations crackled across his body like wildfire. His breath
grew labored, his heartbeat raced. He was getting real close now. His prick
felt like it was going to explode. His cum load boiled and danced in his
hot balls, bubbling and seething, wanting to explode and spurt out.

Mike could sense that Bobby was fast approaching the point of no return. As
much as he wanted to prolong this lustful encounter, he knew that neither
one of them could hold out much longer. Besides, there really was a chance
of getting caught by someone tonight and they had 10 more days of camp
ahead of them! This was only the beginning!

He moved both his hands back up to Bobby's tits, flicking and pinching them
as Bobby moaned and twisted from side to side, still thrusting his teencock
deep into his throat. Jolts of pleasure raced from Bobby's tormented tits
down toward his quivering crotch. The waves of pleasure were pounding
through him like molten lava. He knew he couldn't last another minute if
Mike kept this up.

"Oh God, stud, oh man, you're gonna get a big fucking sperm-wad! I can't
hold out much longer. I've gotta blow my spunk--I gotta bust my nuts,
stud. Oh yeah, stroke those tits some more--yeah, just like that. That's
it. That's it! My prick is gonna bust, it's so hard and feels so good in
your hot fucking mouth. Oh yeah! Suck it! Yeah! That's so good, buddy. Oh
man, are you good or what? What a hot fucking mouth. Oh yeah, work it,
stud, suck that load out: suck it--harder. Oh yeah!!! Work those balls.
Yeah, squeeze `em for me. Yeah, milk that cum out, buddy! Those nuts are
gonna crack wide open for you, stud! Oh man, oh buddy, I've got a three-day
load ready to blast all over you! Oh man, here it comes!"

Bobby thrust his hips forward one final time, then grabbed Mike's head by
both ears and pushed him down as far as he could on his straining,
throbbing, exploding shaft. The prick swelled even bigger than Mike thought
possible, almost choking him. Then, he felt the first hot, creamy spurt of
jizz shoot against the back of his throat. It was quickly followed by
another, then another--a seemingly unending spray of hot teenspunk.

Mike fought off Bobby's grip on his head and pulled back off the
glistening, spurting teencock. He wanted to see the creamy wads spurting
out of that oversized and oversexed ironhard teen rod! The shaft snapped
up, freed from the hot, sucking sensations of Mike's mouth. Another
white-hot sperm wad fired out of the steaming shaft, grazing Mike's face.
The next wad of jizz crashed directly into Mike's right cheek, splattering
its hot, creamy load in sticky white streaks. Mike moaned with lust,
excited beyond measure. He'd never dreamed it could be this exciting, this
stimulating.

Mike quickly grabbed Bobby's hot cum makers and gently but firmly milked
the tight nutsack to coax out more spermsauce. His other hand tugged
lightly on the still spurting shaft and he was soon rewarded with yet
another hot spray of teen spunk. This shot of jizz missed Mike's face,
landing squarely on his hardened left nipple, where it slowly began
dribbling down his smooth chest to his rippling set of abs, leaving a
sticky white trail in its wake.

Bobby moaned and groaned, shuddering with the impact of the incredible
orgasmic sensations that racked his body. His spasming dick felt like a
fireman's hose as it pumped and spurted its hot load of man-lava all over
the hunky cocksucker who was on his knees before him. Dizzy with lust and
overcome with excitement, he grabbed the nearest showerhead to steady
himself.

Mike continued milking the massive teen shaft, using his tongue now and
then to quickly slurp up the final few drops of the thick, sweet and salty
sperm sauce that kept oozing out of Bobby's still-hard, but slowly
softening, rod.

As the cum flow subsided, Mike turned his attention to his own pounding rod
that was now fairly screaming for relief. Using his hand to collect Bobby's
hot, spent teen jizz from his chest and face, he slicked up his shaft with
his buddy's sperm sauce and brought his right hand down to fondle and
sperm-wash his churning nuts. With Bobby's frothy cum as the perfect
lubricant, he knew it wouldn't take long to bust his own nuts.

But Bobby had other ideas.

Suddenly, Mike felt himself pulled to his feet, then crushed against Bobby
in a loving bear hug. This caused their two hard teen shafts to rub
together like dueling lances, then get pushed against each other's slick,
hard abdomens. The sensations were incredible! Mike moaned with
excitement. He felt Bobby's shaft, which had slowly deflated during his
post-orgasmic recovery, start to refill with blood and once again harden
and surge back into its oversized dimensions.

"Oh man, oh man is that good!" groaned Mike as he ground his throbbing
prick, slick with Bobby's cum and sweat, against the hard, muscled torso of
his new sex buddy. His sensitive dickhead shot thrilling tremors throughout
his body. His hardened tits flashed with fire as they rubbed and squeezed
against Bobby's black-haired chest. He was in sex heaven!

"Don't stop, stud, keep it going--keep rubbing me like that," moaned
Mike. "Oh yeah, that's so good! Oh my dick--I've never felt anything so
silky and sexy like your body! Oh man, what a hot muscle stud you are! My
dick loves that smooth, rippled stomach of yours."

Bobby grabbed Mike's asscheeks with both hands, squeezed them, then moved
one hand around to cup Mike's boiling ballsack. He kneaded and fondled the
hot teen nuts and kept rubbing and squeezing the youngster's hot ass. He
wanted to ensure Mike's orgasm was at least as good as his own had been.

"Oh man, Bobby, don't stop. Keep rubbing my balls. Yeah, that's it,
stud. Oh that prick feels so good, rubbing on your hot stomach: those
washboard muscles. Oh yeah, that turns me on so much. Oh yeah, Yeah,
ungh. Oh no, buddy, not yet! Please! Don't make me cum yet!"

Mike tensed, then held his breath and shuddered as his excitement peaked
and suddenly a hot flash exploded in his head. Skyrockets raced through his
body as he convulsed in a mind-blowing orgasm. His sperm-slick prick, still
pressed firmly against Bobby's hard, rippled abdomen, throbbed and then
jumped as his first teen sperm salvo spurted out of the burning cocktube
and coated both their chests with his creamy cum sauce.
Spurt--spurt--spurt--spurt! It seemed it would never end. More and more,
again and again. His balls tightened and contracted, lightly pummeled by
Bobby's stroking fingers, shooting their precious cargo of creamy teen
sperm sauce up and onto their hard muscled bodies. One hot, creamy wad
smacked Bobby's chin and clung there momentarily before slowly, stickily
dripping back down onto his hairy chest.

"Ungh! Ungh! Oh yeah, oh, that's so fucking good. Oh yeah! Oh--!"
Mike shuddered and shook, moaning with the overwhelming passion that
consumed him. He was sure he would have passed out right there if not for
Bobby's strong arms supporting him. Bobby continued milking his hot nuts,
gently squeezing them to push out even more hot teen sauce for both of them
to savor. The hard rod kept throbbing and pulsing, straining to pump even
more cum sauce out onto their writhing bodies.

Suddenly Bobby moaned again, clutched his arms tightly around Mike and
shuddered uncontrollably as a second orgasm ripped through his body. His
nine-inch teen rod, pressured between their two hardened stomachs, slipped
to one side, pointing up at an angle. Bobby gasped, then groaned
rhythmically as his resurgent cock once again sprayed a wad of creamy
teensauce into the air. Mike reached down and lightly, teasingly twisted
his cum-covered hand around the pounding head of Bobby's cock.

The sensations crashed through Bobby like a Mack truck. The extra
simulation on his already surging, spurting cockhead drove him completely
nuts with ecstasy. His shaft responded in kind, jerking and throbbing,
pumping out one more thick, spermy wad of shooting boycream that arched
across the shower room.

"Ungh! Ungh! Oh man, oh God! Oh Mike, buddy, that---hurts---so----good!"
Bobby's body lurched and jerked as his prick pounded and pulsed. He just
knew he was going to pass out, the sensations were so overwhelming. He'd
never felt anything so incredibly thrilling before.

Mike was by now delirious with lust and sexual frenzy. His own rod was
aching beyond belief, his churning nuts still pouring out their boiling
load of teencum but at a slower rate now. His excitement had increased
tenfold as he watched this second orgasmic wave rack his buddy's body. But
Mike's prick had finally had enough. His balls were finally drained of
their potent load.

Both of them were awash with hot, spermy cum. The room reeked with the sexy
aroma of spent teencream. Almost rubber-legged from their dizzying sex
play, they clung to each other for support as their post-orgasmic bliss
washed over them. The two large teen shafts, shiny with cum, slowly lowered
and continued to soften, drooping majestically over their sperm-slick
ballsacks. They continued gripping each other tightly, almost afraid to let
go and end their mind-blowing encounter.

Lost in their haze of sexual recovery, neither one of them heard the softly
retreating footsteps of their group counselor, Matt, as he slowly made his
way back to their campsite. And of course they hadn't seen him earlier,
massaging and rubbing the hard, throbbing bulge in his black nylon Umbro
soccer shorts as he had peered at them through a small knothole in the wall
that surrounded the men's shower room...

(to be continued)