Date: Sun, 03 Mar 2024 01:09:45 +0000 From: Rickymac13 Subject: Ricky Blake and Gabe 10 Hello, Nifty! It's been a minute since I've visited this story. Hope you enjoy! For those new to the series, it's not mandatory to start from the beginning. If you're like me, you're probably picking the latest chapter or a random chapter of a series and scroll down until you get to the juicy bits. That said, each of the boys has a distinct personality that shines through and evolves with each edition. I like to stay generally light on specific descriptions of the men and boys so you, dear reader, can picture them as your favorite celebrities, neighbors, friends, or those two brothers you met at the pool in summer camp who still dominate your spank bank (shout out to Nic and Marcello; if you're reading this, hit me up). You also won't find any deep storylines of heartache, abuse, homophobia, or broken homes here, or boys with 10-inch dicks - this is lighthearted erotica, somewhat based in biological reality (when it's convenient for the writer). Read this story only if you're of age in your jurisdiction (or, you know, are horny enough to pretend you are). This story takes place in a world without STDs and without hangups about consensual sex between men and boys, or fathers and sons. I welcome your feedback - please email me at rickymac13@protonmail.com with what you'd like to see in the next chapter, and let me know if this story gets you hard and gets you cumming! ----- Here are some descriptions of how I imagine our main cast of characters, but the author will generally keep the details vague so the reader can imagine the family however they find them most fit: Ricky: 13 years old, the eldest brother; his young teen dick is 5" hard and can shoot a decently-sized load. Ricky's about 5'3" and has an average build with some muscle tone. He, like the rest of his family, is perpetually horny, but is a bit on the shyer side, except when it comes to anonymous encounters. Blake: 11 years old, the middle child; his cocklet is 4" hard and, as much as he'd like it to, is not ready to squirt, but that doesn't stop him from enjoying his dry orgasms. He's about 5'0" and stocky, especially from the waist down, from his time as a little league catcher. Blake is a spitfire, and can dish out a playful insult better than he can take one. Gabe: 10 years old, the youngest boy; his dink is about 3.5" hard and he loves playing with it, but his tendencies are leaning towards being a natural cocksucker and bottom. He's about 4'8" and thinner than either of his brothers. Gabe is an eternal ray of sunshine and is an expert at brightening his family's mood. Dad: 40-something years old, with a thick 8" cock that blasts some massive loads. He carried on the family tradition of dads introducing their sons to the joys of sex. A single father, he juggles work and raising his sons, and does his best to keep them safe, comfortable, and happy. He keeps a nudity- and sex-positive house and encourages the boys to explore themselves, each other, and him, as long as there's universal consent. He's lost count of how many times he's found one or more of his sons masturbating in the living room or fucking in their bedrooms, and more than occasionally, joins in on the fun. ------ Last chapter... After a shower and lunch, Dad and the boys relaxed on Dad's huge bed in the main suite. Dad had grabbed the Camp Tallywack pamphlet and asked his sons to pick out something they wanted to do this afternoon before they went and met Miguel and Hank at their cabin. He, meanwhile, was going to take a nap. "Don't do anything TOO crazy without me," Dad admonished. "What, like fuck in a secret sex dungeon?" Ricky smirked. "I mean... actually, yeah, don't do that. Go outside. You're at camp! Youdon't need to play video games all day. This place isn't ALL about sex. Look, there's a pool, there's soccer, there's martial arts - look, Blake, there's a baseball game that starts in half an hour. Why don't you grab your gear and play?" Blake played catcher on his little league team back home. "I'm gonna rest my eyes for a bit. Be careful! Oh, and bring your jockstraps and cups with you if you're going to be rough and tumble!" Clad in only their backpacks and shoes, the boys set out on their next adventures at Camp Tallywack. ----- Birds chirped and bees buzzed, and the blazing midday sun beat down on the three brothers as they made their way down the well-worn path from their VIP chalet to camp proper, past the smaller camp cabins on either side of the path. 13-year-old Ricky, being the oldest, carried most of the boys' necessities in his backpack: sunglasses, sunscreen, snacks, drinks. He grabbed a Gatorade and took a swig, then handed it to 10-year-old Gabe. "How are you feeling?" Ricky asked his baby brother. "After Dad...?" "Great!" Gabe beamed, an eternal ray of sunshine. "My butt doesn't hurt. But Dad squirted a lot, I found out in the potty." The two brothers giggled. [Ed. note - see last chapter for the details.] "That's good," Ricky agreed. "Yeah, I was kinda sore the first time I had a grownup cock in me. But it still felt really good." "Yeah, it felt soooooo good. I'm glad you guys were there too!" 11-year-old Blake, the middle child, smiled at the compliment. He strode a few paces ahead of his brothers, enjoying the warmth on his young, nude body. The boy swung his backpack around and grabbed his dirt-stained baseball cap. The hat was emblazoned with his little league team's logo; he was their star catcher and had a lot of friends on the team, including the cute assistant coach. Fitting the cap on his head, he turned back to his brothers. "I'm gonna go to the baseball field, where are you guys going?" "I don't know yet," replied Ricky. "Gabe, what do you wanna do?" "I wanna go to the pool! It's hot out." The little boy wasn't much for organized sports, but he loved to swim. Ulteriorly, he wanted to check out all the naked boys and men by the water. Finally getting Dad to fuck his pert butt did nothing to abate his preteen horniness. "Cool, I'm down for that, I'll go with you. Let's put some sunscreen on before we split up." They were approaching the edge of the western square of camp, where the baseball and soccer fields were stationed. Kneeling in the dirt path, Ricky procured a tube of SPF 30 that Dad had tossed into his bag before they left. "C'mere, Blake, I'll do you first so you can go to the field." Ricky squirted a sizable dollop of cream into his hand and a smaller one into Blake's hand so he could cover his own face. The eldest boy started with his brother's neck and shoulders, then moved down to his chest and tummy, dutifully rubbing the sunscreen into the 11-year-old's smooth skin. The sun's warmth combined with his brother's slippery hands all over him caused Blake's dink to spring towards erection. Ricky ignored the tween's junk for now and instead focused on coating his sides and legs. "Want me to do the back?" Gabe offered. His brothers nodded; Gabe grabbed the tube and squirted the cool cream directly onto Blake's shoulder blades, eliciting a shiver, and then one more squirt on each buttcheek, and got to work covering his big brother. Blake relished in having two pairs of hands rubbing his whole body, his immature cock now at full staff. He closed his eyes and sighed as Ricky slid his palms up his thighs and gently cupped his growing testicles, slathering them in cream, and shivered when he felt his brother's hand grip his boner. Simultaneously, having coated Blake's back and legs, Gabe knelt and spread the sunscreen all over Blake's bubble butt, then extended a finger to tickle his boyhole. The industrious Ricky, having finished the front, released Blake's cock and stood, squirting another dollop into his pal in preparation for Gabe's turn. Blake instinctually replaced his brother's fist with his own, slowly stroking his slippery cocklet. "Mmmmmm...." The 11-year-old moaned, temporarily forgetting the baseball game, lost to carnal pleasure with his little bro's fingers probing his ass. "Oh hey mister!" Gabe exclaimed, snapping Blake out of his delusional state. Gabe was peering around Blake's left side towards one of the cabins aside the path. Blake opened his eyes, and Ricky turned around to find a man standing on the porch of the cabin. "Hello boys!" The man was - naturally, as this was Camp Tallywack - naked, with a weighty half-chub swaying between his legs. He was about Dad's age, maybe in his mid-forties or early fifties. "How goes? Getting ready to go to camp?" "Yeah!" said Gabe. "We're going to the pool. Well, big big brother and I are going to the pool. Blake is going to play baseball." Big Big Brother was Ricky, of course. "Great, sounds fun! I was just heading out to the pool area, do you mind if I join you? I'm Piotr, by the way." Piotr's - or, as the boys heard, Peter's - accent was thick but comprehensible. He stepped down off the porch and strode towards the boys, extending his hand to greet them. "Sure, that's cool with us," Ricky replied. "I'm Ricky. That's Gabe, and the one with the boner covered in cream is Blake." Blake flicked Ricky's nipple in retaliation. Piotr guffawed. "No need to worry abut boners in this place, huh?" He grabbed his own cock and wagged it around, causing it to pulse and thicken. "Nice to meet you boys. You want some help with the suns screen?" "Yeah! Do me!" Gabe yelled excitedly, leering at the man's growing pecker. Piotr held out his hand for a squeeze of sunscreen, and Gabe obliged. The man knelt down next to the boy and commenced rubbing the cream into his legs while Ricky focused on his neck and shoulders. Blake, not wanting to be left out, slathered his little brother's chest and stomach. Gabe giggled at the hands all over him. "With who are you boys here?" asked Piotr, shifting his weight to get behind the 10-year-old and start on his deliciously cute bum. He massaged the sunscreen into Gabe's cheeks, smiling at the boy's coos. Ricky answered first: "We're here with our dad. He's back at the cabin taking a nap, we just got here this morning and he's tired from driving." "Yeah, sure, from driving," Blake snickered as he rubbed some sunscreen in his hands and onto Ricky's back. "Haha! Well, I'm glad he brought you three with him here, this place is the best." Piotr spread Gabe's cheeks wide to gander at his little boy hole. The man swiped up some sunscreen and spread a ring around the boy's winking pucker, noting a bit of puffiness. This boy was freshly fucked - that's what Blake must have meant by his joke. Gabe sighed contentedly as he felt the tip of Piotr's finger slip inside him and tickle his ass. Eventually, with the man's help, all three boys (and their boy bits) were thoroughly covered in slippery sun protection. "What about you, Peter?" asked the eternally altruistic Gabe. "Do you need some sunscreen?" "Oh, I already have some, thank you little khlopchyk," Piotr replied. "But I could probably use a little extra on Piotr junior here if you can help." The man's thick six-inch rod stood perpendicular to his toned torso. Gabe, excited to hold another adult cock, squirted a dollop of lotion into his right hand, and gently grabbed the base of Piotr's hard shaft with his left. The 10-year-old slid his slicked fist down Piotr's peter and, slowly, stroked the man's cock a few times, feeling it pulse in his hand. Gabe looked up at Piotr's kind smile and met it with his own toothy grin. "Oh, thank you, son, for your help," said the man. "But you better stop now before little Piotr spits up all over that handsome face." Gabe giggled, and his older brothers couldn't help but smile at the compliment and at Gabe's enthusiasm. Piotr stepped back and turned towards Blake and Ricky. "Shall we go?" Blake waved to Piotr and his brothers as he turned left towards the baseball field, while the rest continued on towards the pool. ----- Clad in naught but cleats, a dirty baseball cap, and a backpack, Blake strode up to the baseball field. It wasn't all that much to look at - no fences, a few bleachers on the first- and third-base lines, and the outfield grass was a bit overgrown - but there was a real dugout to the right of home plate, and an open-air outdoor shower to the left. More importantly, there were boys and men of all ages playing catch, fielding grounders, and shagging fly balls. Some of them wore jocks to protect their most sensitive bits, some wore athletic shorts, and some were completely nude like he was, though he did bring a jockstrap and a cup with him; as a catcher, he'd be insane not to wear one. A graying, trim older man in a "Camp Tallywack" cap stood by home plate, talking to a couple of teenagers; he must be the coach, Blake surmised. "Hey there!" said the coach, waving Blake towards him. He said a few more words to the two teens, who broke off towards the dugout, and turned his attention towards the 11-year-old lad. "I'm Coach Nathan, nice to see you here! Are you new to camp?" "Yeah, we just got in this morning. I'm Blake." The boy couldn't help but notice the imposing yet intriguing presence of Coach Nathan's sizable dong and low-hanging balls. "Well, nice to meetcha, Blake! We're just about ready to get started. Have you played baseball before?" Blake raised an eyebrow, smirked, and, wordlessly, opened up his backpack, pulling out a catcher's mitt - a black one, because, obviously, it was extra cool - and a mask. "Ahh, so we've got a pro in our midst...!" The coach winked at the boy. "So, are you a pitcher, or..." Blake had heard the joke before, the humor wasn't lost on him. "I can pitch AND catch." "Excellent! A versatile utility man, just what we need. Well, since you've already got your gear, let me introduce you to our assistant coaches and we'll get going!" Coach Nathan led the boy over to the dugout and called over the two teens who he had just been speaking to. "James, Jeremy, this is Blake. It's his first day at camp today, so let's get him set up, eh?" Blake had been too far away to notice earlier, but he was 99% sure that James and Jeremy were twins; they even had matching dicks and trimmed bushes. "Hey Blake, nice to see you!" said... one of the twins, Blake wasn't sure which one. The only difference between them he could make out is that he wore a red "Camp Tallywack" cap, while his brother wore a blue one. "You bring a jock and a cup with you?" Blake nodded. "Awesome. I'm James, but you can call me JJ. I'll be coaching your team today. Jeremy is coaching blue." Jeremy gave Blake an upwards nod of acknowledgement. "Go ahead and get your gear on, the game'll start in a few minutes." "Coach Jeremy!" Blake heard the high pitch of a blue-capped young boy towards the other end of the dugout; he was probably six or seven and sat on the dugout bench, thumbing his little boycock. "My penis won't go down, can you suck me please?" Jeremy looked at JJ and rolled his eyes before turning towards the tyke. "Tommy, the game's about to start. And you aren't wearing a cup so you can play with a boner, it'll go away soon." "I know," sighed the youngster, "but..." Unable to come up with a valid excuse, Tommy used his most pathetic puppy-dog stare and pouted. "Ugh, fine," Jeremy relented and walked over to Tommy, kneeling down. "Two minutes, and that's it! And it's only because you're cute!" Jeremy winked at Tommy and slurped up his cocklet and immature balls in one fluid movement and assiduously got to work, rapidly sucking the little man's hard spike. Tommy's moans reverberated through the dugout and onto the field. Blake couldn't help but watch the show, and his own penis started to grow. "Hey! Blake!" Coach JJ snapped his fingers. "Don't worry about them, they're the enemy today. And you gotta wear a cup because your the catcher." Blake had gotten boned many a time with a cup on, and he knew it wasn't the most comfortable feeling, but he had never been in a situation where blowies were freely given on the bench. He dug into his bag and pulled out his bright red and white striped jockstrap. Turning away from the first-grader getting his dick sucked, he slid the jock on and fitted the cup over his chub. The elastic straps of the jock emphasized Blake's ample 11-year-old catcher's ass. Pausing his diligent blowjob for a moment, Jeremy looked up at Tommy and nodded toward's Blake's behind. "He's got a really nice butt, huh?" Jeremy whispered. Tommy giggled and agreed, then belted a high-pitched moan as Jeremy dove back down onto his hard peener. JJ smiled as he looked Blake up and down. "Lookin' good, buddy; you even have the right color jock! Let's get out onto the field." The teen lightly smacked Blake's bottom and let his hand linger there, getting a good squeeze in, then led him out of the dugout to home plate. "Now, we've got guys of all ages here, so some pitches will be fast and some real slow - you good with that?" Blake nodded in understanding. "And some, like Tommy back there, will get tees." Meanwhile, Tommy's moans from the dugout increased in pitch and volume. "And if you want to mess around with anyone, save it until after the game. Grabass and shit is fine, but Coach doesn't want to stop the game just because your hole needs to get licked. But I'd be happy to coach you with that too, if you want!" JJ chuckled. "You're not helping my boner," Blake playfully complained, and adjusted his junk inside his jock. "Eh, get used to it, kid. If you don't got a hard-on here at camp, then you should probably go to the infirmary." Blake chortled at the teen's comment. Yeah, JJ was pretty hot, and funny, he thought. "Ungh! Oh yeah! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhh! Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh! OHHHHHH!" Tommy's orgasmic squeals pealed out across the field. Coach Nathan took that as his signal to blow his whistle. "Game on, boys! Let's go!" ------ "Come, boys, we're almost there." Ricky and Gabe followed their new friend Piotr through the campground and past the camp office. Soon they heard the telltale splashes and boys' shouts as they fooled around in the water. The pool was indoors, but the building boasted a retractable roof and end-to-end roll-up doors which, on bright sunny days like today, were open to let in the breeze and the sun's warmth. The pool area brimmed with butts of all ages, shapes, and sizes, all nude except for a few covered by form-fitting speedos. A cadre of men waded in the shallow end as the naked boys on their shoulders aimed at one another with water guns. A couple of young teenagers swam laps, their pert asses poking out of the water. Gabe giggled as Jack, the big bear registrar who greeted the boy and his family to camp with his tongue on their cocks, strode down the diving board and cannonballed into the pool, splashing a great wave over a pair of boys sitting at the edge of the deep end. "I would very much like for you boys to sit with me at the pool," said Piotr in his sharp accent. "I see some open chairs, let us go. Go sit, I will get some towels for us." He waved to a teenage boy clad in a forest green speedo, which indicated that he was working the area, and approached him to check out a few towels. Ricky led little Gabe down the open lane between the pool and deck chairs. It was impossible for the boys not to notice, amongst all the pool shenanigans, several of the men stroking their hard cocks as they lounged in their deck chairs. One of the men lifted up his sunglasses and winked at Ricky, pinching the base of his sizable boner. Ricky felt butterflies in his stomach and his young teen boycock start to inflate. Piotr returned to the boys just as they sat down on the edge of their chairs. "Here you are, boys." The slender, middle-aged man handed two towels each to the brothers. "I'm gonna get in the pool!" declared Gabe. He sauntered over to the edge and prepared to jump in when Piotr shouted over the noise: "Wait, khlopchyk! Get those beautiful buns back over here. We must shower before we go to swimming." He motioned over to the locker room entrance. Piotr laid out the towels on their chairs and led them to the lockers. Ricky and Gabe noted that the locker room foyer resembled the locker room at their local Y - benches in the center and small lockers lining the walls. However, the locker area was conspicuously empty. "I guess nobody really needs to change since they're all naked," Gabe astutely noted. The boys could hear the showers deeper into the area, but that wasn't all they heard: deep moans and grunts echoed down the porcelain hall, punctuated by higher-pitched yelps and groans. Ricky and Gabe exchanged knowing glances and followed Piotr into the shower room. Inside the back room, upwards of twenty men and boys indulged in unabashed sexual bliss. The room indeed housed two rows of open showers, some of them even being used for their intended purpose, but even those who were getting clean were pleasuring themselves or each other. Gabe groped his rapidly hardening 3-inch cocklet. His eyes were drawn to a cute blond boy, his age or maybe a year younger, lustily sucking a big dick under the shower's flow. "Oh baby boy, you make daddy feel so good," the man softly growled as the boys got closer to the action. Past the showers, a cavalcade of boys and men were spread across a set of padded tile bleachers and massage tables. A large man with a thick ass kneeled on the bleachers bobbing his head on a skinny young boy's hairless tool. An older teen sighed as he slid his dark cock in and out of a sixth grader's tight hole. Two men stroked each other over ring of boys laid in a daisy chain on a floor mat. Piotr turned back towards the awed Ricky and Gabe, lightly tugging on his low-hanging testicles. "Boys, you want to shower now, or you want to have some sexy fun first?" 13-year-old Ricky felt his balls start to churn. He scanned the orgiastic scene around the locker room, groped at his growing cock, and turned to his 10-year-old brother with a nod. Gabe returned his nod with a toothy grin, then stepped towards the middle-aged man and wrapped his small hand around the base of Piotr's now-pulsing rod. "Come here, boy," Piotr beckoned to Ricky. "Kiss me while your brother plays with my penis." Piotr reached a wiry arm around Ricky's smooth, sweaty back, palm slipping downwards until he simultaneously cupped Ricky's firm teenage ass and met the boy's lips with his own. Ricky parted his lips to allow Piotr's tongue inside his mouth. As they made out, Gabe grabbed onto Ricky's steel-hard teen cock and seductively ran his tongue around the head, then did the same to Piotr. Gabe, the oral prodigy, relished the two boners wobbling in his face. As the exuberant preteen sucked their cocks, Ricky's and Piotr's hands explored each other. Piotr groaned sharply when Ricky gave his nipple a firm pinch, responding by thrusting his dick deeper into Gabe's mouth. He snaked his fingers along the curve of Ricky's buttock and slid into the crevasse of the boy's ass, urgently rubbing Ricky's puckered hole. Ricky gasped and moaned as Piotr slipped a finger though his anus, found the boy's pubescent prostate, and wriggled a fingertip over Ricky's sensitive nut. Ricky, eyes wide in pleasure, enjoyed being fondled from both ends for another moment until a desperate shout from his right distracted him. "Oh, fuck little dude...! I'm gonna shoot my load in you!" exclaimed the dark-skinned teen fucking the hairless tween. The young boy's staccato moans echoed the teen's huge balls slapping against his asscheeks, raising in pitch and accelerating until his boy-lover pressed against his hips and blasted a thick teen load deep into his boyhole. Ricky gasped at the hot scene, then turned back to Piotr, whose finger still invaded his tight ring. "Can you fuck me?" he half-whispered, half-moaned. Piotr smiled down at the boy. "Of course, anything for you, khlopchyk. I would greatly love to fuck you." He tapped young Gabe, who was still concentrated on sucking the two dicks in his hands, on the head. "Gabe, come up on these stairs and bend over so your brother can love that sexy little bottom." He motioned to the bleachers behind him. Gabe stood up and thumbed his springy little peter, then climbed up onto the cushioned bleachers, sticking his ass out to present to his big bro. His hot teen brother bent over, diving face first into his 10-year-old brother's tiny, round ass. "Mmmm yeah, lick my butt Ricky, uh, oh yeah!" Gabe pantomimed all the sexy boys that he had seen on Ricky's computer, boys who loved to get their asses played with, boys just like him. Meanwhile, Piotr grabbed one of the bottles of lube scattered around the locker room, slickening up his pulsating cock and the young teen hole begging for his attention. As he lined up his thick dick with Ricky's dimpled ass, he contemplated if his friend Hank, and Hank's young plaything, Miguel, were watching on the CCTV available in each cabin room and broadcast in several sex dens and fuck houses around the campgrounds. He took a moment to watch his teen fuck buddy eat his brother's silky smooth ass. He felt so lucky to know his wealthy, perverted pal so well, and to be invited to this incredible place full of delicious boy butts. Ricky felt Piotr's cockhead tapping at his entrance and stuck his tongue deeper into Gabe's ass, stifling a groan as he felt the man slowly bury his six-inch cock all the way into his burning hole. Piotr cradled the boy's hips in his hands and gave him a moment to adjust to the fullness in his ass. "Ricky, khlopchyk, you feeling okay?" "MmmmMMMMmmmmmmhmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMM," replied Ricky from between Gabe's round globes. "Very good." Ricky felt Piotr's slick cock slide mostly out and then swiftly, deeply, across his swollen prostate and all the way into his needy bottom. Piotr quickly built to a steady rhythm, his hips clapping wetly against Ricky's teen butt. "You feel so good, baby boy. You're so hot eating your little brother's bum while I fuck you." Piotr savored the boy's ring gripping his swollen member. "Mmmph, mmm, ffffk mnnn, mmmmMMMM!" Ricky wailed into Gabe's butt. Gabe, for his part, moaned like a little pornstar and pawed at his three-inch tool, edging closer towards his boygasm. Getting rimmed by his brother was the perfect follow-up to being fucked by his two brothers and, finally, Dad earlier that day [Ed: see ch. 9]. Soon, Gabe's boyish moans got progressively more desperate. He pushed his ass into Ricky's face, craving the teen's wily tongue deeper into his bottom. "Uuuungh.... uhmmmmm, Ricky... Mr. Piotr, I'm close...!" He gripped his dink tighter between his thumb and index finger, increasing the pace of his torrid masturbation. "Uhhhngh, oh fuck Ricky... I'm gonna shiver!" Ricky groaned as he felt Gabe's hole tighten around his tongue. "Unnh, uuunh, uuuuuungh, ohhhhhhh!" Gabe's orgasmic throes echoed off the tile walls, harmonizing with the grunts and groans of the men and boys wanking and sucking and fucking all around them. "Yes, babies, boys, sexy boys," Piotr exclaimed, beginning to feel his own balls churn. He hammered Ricky's sweet, tight ass with abandon now, enjoying the waves of pleasure jolting from Ricky's hole and through his cock. "I'm going to give you my seed very soon. Oh yes baby boy, I'm going to breed your ass." Ricky pivoted away from Gabe's pulsing boyhole and looked back into Piotr's eyes. "Fuck yes, fill my ass, cum in me... uuugggh...!" Free from the clutches of his brother's pucker, Ricky reached down to rub his own achingly hard cock and found it dripping with teen precum. A second later, he felt another hand, a smaller one, push his own away and start to rapidly stroke him. He glanced over and discovered that the hand belonged to the boy who had been getting railed earlier by the hot, dark-skinned teenager. "Oh fuck, baby Ricky, here it comes...!" roared Piotr, and the man blew a tremendously large load deep into Ricky's boy pussy. Just as he felt Piotr's orgasmic pulses inside him, Ricky's own climax hit, his teen cock exploding all over the stroking stranger boy's hands and onto the floor below him. Several other men and boys joined the chorus of groans, culminating in an aria of transcendent, carnal grunts. Piotr remained inside the boy for another few seconds, pushing his load deeper into Ricky with small, gentle, post-coital thrusts, before slowly withdrawing his spent cock. Ricky sighed in horny relief. "That was cool!" Gabe bounced down from the bleachers back onto the floor. "I love this place!" "It was very cool, yes, little one!" Piotr agreed. "Thank you for playing with me and for being very sexy boys, both of you. I'd love to spend more time with you while you are here at camp." Gabe grinned and nodded; a still-recovering Ricky gave a thumbs up and smiled. "Now, shall we rinse off and go for swimming?" Piotr extended his hand and took Gabe's own in it, guiding him towards the showers. Ricky, coming to his senses, rose, perusing once more the continuing orgy around the room, and followed the nude man and his littlest brother into the next room. ------ Blake inhaled deeply, eyes wide, blood pumping, thighs quivering. The 11-year old licked his sweaty lips and stared into Coach JJ's eyes. He pawed at his crotch, readjusting himself in the constricting cup. Fuck!, he thought; he was so close now! He dug in and braced for the release of his fellow camper's ball. Bottom of the ninth. Two outs. Down by two, runners on first and second. Blake met the opposing pitcher's gaze. The wiry young teen, clad in only a blue cap and matching jock, was pretty hot. "I wonder where he's staying. Damn, I'm kinda horny... no, Blake, focus!" He sighed and pointed his bat straight at his statuesque opponent, emulating his major league models, then prepared for the pitch. "Strike one!" High, but in the zone, at the sixth grader's shoulders. Juicy, but not the right one. JJ clapped and nodded at Blake. The second and third pitches sailed high for balls: 2-1 was the count. The next pitch was slow, and dead center. This was it, thought Blake; he swiveled his hips, snapped his wrists, and CRACK! The ball went sailing left of the foul line. 2-2 now. The next ball sailed over the catcher's head - no chance, full count. Blake knew he had him on the ropes. The next pitch was again slow and in the middle of the zone. Blake swung his hips, extended his arms, and swung with all his stocky boy might. BOOM! It was a no-doubter - three run shot, home run, ball game! Blake and JJ's red team erupted from the dugout, whooping and hollering as the ecstatic, triumphant boy rounded the bases. Upon Blake touching home plate, the mob of boys descended on him in a dirty, sweat-soaked dogpile. Some of Blake's teammates took the opportunity to fondle his sensitive areas, including his exposed boyhole. Covered in boys, his ass and junk being played with - damn, this was amazing, he mused. Inevitably, the boy pile disbanded, and both teams lined up to exchange high fives and good games. JJ returned from the dugout with Gatorades and snacks. "Holy crap, dude, that was awesome!" he exclaimed. "I think it goes without saying that you're our MVP today. Right, guys?" Everyone nodded in agreement. "So what's it gonna be?" Blake cocked his head in confusion. "Thanks, but, uh, what do you mean?" "Oh, sorry! I forgot you're a Tallywack rookie. So at the end of each game, the coaches and players agree on an MVP who gets to make a wish. It can be a special request from the mess hall, or you can be team captain next game, or..." "Or you can suck all our wieners!" one of the younger boys interrupted, waggling his hard little boy dink. "Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you, Riley. As I was saying, or you can ask for something sexy with anyone on the team. That's usually what happens. But it's up to you." A chant rose up through the ranks of the team: "Suck our wieners! Suck our wieners!" Blake looked around at the buffet of boy butts and cocks all around him, paused, and turned back to Coach JJ. "Alright, alright... since I'm the new guy here, I'll suck all yer dicks!" The crowd erupted in cheers. "But! There's something else I want." Blake assertively grabbed JJ's thickening rod. "Coach?" JJ grinned at the horny boy. "Yeah, MVP?" "Fuck me. On the pitcher's mound." ------ --- It appears that Blake's off-hand joke (earlier in the series) about doing it on the baseball field is about to come to fruition! If you like this story, or have any positive or constructive feedback, please send it my way at rickymac13@protonmail.com. Til next time!